hunterusheroicus | Dean Winchester/Eliot

"He doesn't know what you are, dude. He just thinks you're some random guy." He looked over and suddenly his eyes landed on Eliot's neck, staring at the mark he left. Without thinking he leaned in. "Why didn't your neck heal up?" He shifted slightly, tilting his head.

He would not admit that somewhere deep inside him he felt pretty damn satisfied that he'd left a permanent mark on Eliot. Something that would always be there and always be his. "Yeah I'm sure you did. Probably thought I was going to gank you in the middle of the night." He shook his head, catching Eliot's eyes.

"Which I wouldn't. Just so you know. I'm not going to gank the dude I just fucked. Not my style." He finished off his beer, motioning for another one quickly.

The mention of his mark had Eliot give Dean an annoyed glare. Good thing the server appeared then with his beer and the look instantly softened when Eliot thanked the the 'sweetheart'.

"Beats me... Shouldn't be there," he said gruffly afterwards, still annoyed but at least not glaring at Dean. "Whatever the reason, now I got two bite marks on me as if one wasn't enough." Referring to his wolf bite for the other.

He also didn't deny that, yes, he was wary about Dean stabbing him in the middle of the night. He also didn't answer the hunter that, unlike Dean, if the hunter tried anything, Eliot wouldn't have trouble killing the man he just fucked.

"So, you got a curfew with your brother?"

"Nope. We got separate rooms because he wanted to do some research for our next hunt and I sure as hell don't want to be around for that. My brother's a nerd." He snorted, rolling his shoulders for a moment as he eyed the server when she walked away. He pushed down on the feeling of jealousy, frowning before turning his face away.

"You interested in coming back with me?" He tapped his fingers on the bar, scanning the door as a small group came in together. Then he looked back at Eliot, smirking a bit.

"Separate rooms sounds like a good plan." Eliot's eyes followed the group coming in too. In fact, his gaze had flickered that way every time the door opened, and the way he positioned himself at the bar had him half facing that way too.

"Hope you didn't get one next door," he answered with a smirk of his own. That in itself was his answer to Dean.

"Hell no I didn't get one next door. I got one down at the end of the building. Pretty sure Sammy knows what I'll be getting up to." He finally got his beer and he took a drink, licking his lips. "We could head off the way now if you want."

He dug a few bills out of his pocket, slapping them down on the bar. He rubbed the back of his neck, downing half his beer quickly and eyeing Eliot.

"Yeah, he'd be stupid to not figure that out." Eliot chuckled and arched up his eyebrow. "So what's the hurry?" he taunted, still leisurely taking his time with his drink. So far he drank only half that draft.

"Night's still early." He glanced at the clock that hung over the bar that read a quarter past midnight. "Relatively."

He made no move to get up either, obviously intent on teasing Dean. He knew the other man wanted him and he enjoyed working it up more.

"No hurry." He leaned a bit closer, eyes narrowing slightly. "Maybe I just want to fuck you into the mattress again." He chuckled, taking another sip of his beer. "Course we could always stay here for a little longer. Might get some food or something." He tapped the bar again, raising an eyebrow.

He wanted to grab Eliot and haul him closer, see what he would do, but he wasn't sure that was a good idea. "If I knew you wouldn't try and kick my ass I'd drag you out of here." He growled softly.

Eliot's nostrils flared slightly at Dean's bold statement, but it was the light growl that sent the shiver of excitement down his spine. He didn't know what was it, but it made the hairs at the back of his neck tingle.

Slowly, he lowered his drink to the bar table.

"Damn right I'd kick your ass if you tried," Eliot said in a slow drawl then paused briefly to smile back at the server girl who passed batting her lashes at him. When she moved on, the werewolf turned his smirk back on the hunter.

"And who's to say it won't be me screwin' you into the mattress this time, Dean?"

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He noticed the server again and glared at her before turning away quickly to stare at his bottle. "You keep checking her out I might just let you take her where ever instead." He finished the beer off, setting it down with a thud before cutting his eyes across at him.

"I'd like to see you try and screw me into the mattress. I don't give in easily." He leaned closer, locking eyes with Eliot in challenge.

Dean's jealous answer actually got Eliot to look back in surprised. "Chill, man, she just brought me my beer." He wasn't even consciously trying to flirt with her, although when she passed, he did notice that she had a shapely body. In fact, it looked like the girl had tucked her shirt down tight even more than it was before.

Chuckling, Eliot looked back at Dean and shook his head. "Just so you know, you're really no match for me."

His smirk was even more of a challenge. It was implied that Dean got to top because Eliot let him.

He didn't know why he did it but the next time the server passed them, eyeing Eliot like she was going to eat him alive, he reached over and grabbed the back of Eliot's neck to pull him in and press their lips together. Dean kissed him hard, claiming his lips in a rough kiss before pulling back with a shocked look on his face.

"I'd like to test that." He said deeply, still shocked at his actions. At least the server had taken off, realizing that maybe she didn't really have a chance.

Eliot was too shocked to respond to the kiss. In fact, Dean was incredibly lucky that he was too shocked to punch too. His eyes were wide as saucers as his mouth all but got plundered in public, and when Dean pulled away, a storm settled over the retrieval specialist's features.

"You—!" Outraged beyond expression, he couldn't even get the words out without sputtering.

Oh Eliot wanted to hit something. He had to hit something badly.

Strangely enough, he was reluctant to hit the person responsible.

"Hey, faggot! We don't welcome your type here!"

Perfect.

Dean turned glaring eyes on the asshole who had the nerve to call him a faggot. "Mind your own business you god damn punk!" He snarled, eyes narrowing as he watched the group who happened to be with said punk rising to stand behind him.

Well shit. He quickly passed his eyes over each of them, counting. At least 8 of them. Yeah he was probably fixing to get his ass kicked, but oh well.

"I think you're just jealous." He smirked darkly.

Beside him, Eliot finally got up. He didn't even seem a bit worried that he was outnumbered 4 to 1, or 8 to 1 if he didn't count Dean beside him, which he really didn't.

In fact, he was grinning to the punks in the same charming way he treated the server to earlier. Only the storm in his eyes were different, they were dark with intent.

"Dare you to say that again," he said, walking up to the group. Most of them were even taller than him.

Beside Dean at the bar, the bar owner was looking worried. "Hey, look, we don't want any trouble in here."

"Didn't hear me? I said, fag—"

One punch and the kid was doubled over clutching at his solar plexus where Eliot knocked the wind out of him. The group behind him took a second to realize what happened, but when they did, they came at in a horde.

And Eliot dealt with the amateurs with the quick precise movements of a skilled fighter. One hit to the area below the neck had one clutching at his cracked collarbone, one elbow to at outstretched arm had broken the limb and the guy wailing holding it.

It was over perhaps faster than it began, with 8 people laid out rolling on the ground clutching at one thing or another, and not even a single glass broken. Some got off easy, like the one who started it who recovered his breath in time to see all his pals stretched out beside him. One of them was even unconscious from when Eliot chopped him to the back of his neck.

"Get outta here," he told the cowering one who started it all. "And take your guy with you."

The bartender, as was the rest of the bar, was watching this with gaped expressions. When he recovered, he looked to Dean, "Wow, you and your buddy's tabs are on me. Wanted to teach that gang a lesson for a long time now."

Dean watched it all in stunned silence, eyes wide. At some point he'd ended up leaned back against the bar, shifting slightly as the heel of his hand found its way between his legs so he could adjust himself. Damn it he was painfully hard now.

Once it was over he looked from Eliot to the bartender, smiling. "Hey...ahh thanks man." He left the money on the bar anyways, offering it as a tip for the bartender. He pushed himself up then, grabbing Eliot as his skin flushed darkly and he growled out, voice gravelly with need. "Come on. Please...just...don't fight with me right now."

When Dean stepped in close, Eliot could practically smell the scent of arousal pouring off the hunter in heady waves. He sucked in a breath and held it, nostrils flaring as well. In reaction to all this action and the other man's blatant need for him, Eliot felt his groin start to stiffen too.

He gave the pitiful punks one last glare then turned, nodding to Dean.

"Lead the way," he answered in a low husky growl that was for Dean's ears only. The rest of the bar discretely turned away when they passed.

He led Eliot through the bar and outside, silently thinking whoever was listening that he'd gotten a room at the end closest to the bar. He considered texting Sam, letting him know he was going to bed but he decided against it. Sam wouldn't bother him knowing he'd been at the bar.

He got the door open and pulled Eliot inside before slamming the door and shoving him against it. "Didn't know you could fight like that." He mumbled before he once again claimed his lips in a searing kiss while pressing as much of his body as he could against the man's.

Eliot was spun around and slammed into the door, but he could care less as he met those lips with his own and fought a war with his tongue to dominate the kiss. It was a war he didn't mind losing though, especially if it ended up with him pinned to the door with Dean's body flushed against his.

When their groins bumped together and Eliot tried to grind his against Dean, the hunter would find that the werewolf was just as turned on.

"Warned ya you wouldn't win," he growled in brief break before reaching out with his mouth to claim Dean's lips again. He couldn't get those lips out of his mind since the last time, and now that they were here, they felt just as good as they did last time.

Dean grasped Eliot's hips, holding him as he ground against him. He groaned as he was kissed, licking his way in, fighting his tongue and tasting him. His fingers pushed beneath Eliot's shirt before working his jeans down slightly so they could connect with the skin of his hips, digging in gently.

"Don't see you pounding me into the mattress yet." He smirked before letting one hand move up, tangling his fingers in Eliot's hair and pulling slightly, exposing his neck and the bite Dean had left on him. His lips sealed over the mark, sucking hard before nipping lightly.

Eliot growled as if daring Dean to challenge him to such a thing after his little display, but when his head was held back and his throat exposed, the anger that accompanied the fight left him.

Most amazing thing was when Dean's mouth sealed over his neck, even the background snarls of his inner wolf seemed to calm. Eliot hadn't consciously noticed it yet though, not when he was so incredibly distracted by the man devouring his neck.

"... Need a mattress for any poundin' to happen," he gasped out as he tilted his head further into Dean's grasp so more of his neck was exposed. Below, he tried to hump forward into that exploring hand.

He chuckled against his skin before sinking teeth into the mark, groaning softly. "Maybe we should move to the bed then." He pulled away and walked toward the bed, pulling his shirt off and tossing it over a chair at the table. His duffel bag was missing this time around and he'd left all his weapons either with Sam or in the Impala.

He still hadn't quite figured out why. He didn't see Eliot as dangerous, not even after the display in the bar. He knew the guy could snap his neck without batting an eye, but for some reason he didn't think Eliot would actually hurt him on purpose. "If you think you can take me down go ahead." He turned, standing at the foot of the bed and crossing his arms over his bare chest.

Eliot's legs nearly jellified when he Dean's teeth sank into the old mark. Whatever it was, it passed when Dean moved away.

He blamed it on Dean hitting some nerve spot as he followed after the hunter, his own shirt yanked off and thrown over a chair long before he reached where the other waited at the bed.

"You bet I can," he growled low as he tackled the man onto the bed. He took it easy on the hunter though, this was more of a heated tackle, one of desperation and need and had their hard groins rubbing against each other behind the shield of thick denim.

And as he supported himself with one hand over Dean's form, his other was trying to reach down and run its way across Dean's exposed skin. He leaned down and kissed along Dean's neck, down his collar bone and trying to kiss wherever his mouth took him.

Dean groaned, arching up beneath Eliot as he hook a leg around his hip, forcing him to grind down hard. He tilted his head slightly to give the man easier access to his throat, dragging blunt nails down his back. "Fuck, Eliot..."

He forced a hand between them, fingers deftly popping the button on the man's jeans before pushing his hand inside to cup his cock. "Might have me down now..." He growled, turning his head to mumble hotly into his ear. "But I'm still going to fuck you until you can't move."

He bit down hard, growling again. "Make you fucking fall apart, just for me."

Eliot humped back down on Dean, mouth busily licking and nipping at the exposed skin of the hunter's chest. He smelled distinctive, like rock salt and beer and gunpowder, and Eliot found he couldn't get more of it.

He panted, growing harder still with the bite until his pants felt impossibly tight to wear.

"Take me out," he growled back low in command as he turned and tugged at the delicate shell of Dean's ear with his teeth in retaliation.

Dean was hitting all of his wolf's triggers, the nipping, licking, biting, and Eliot couldn't recall the last time he was ever so turned on.

Dean made quick work of pushing down Eliot's jeans, smirking against his skin and shuddering at the attention to his ear. He wrapped his fingers around his cock loosely, stroking just firmly enough to be a tease. His other hand grasped at Eliot's ass, nails digging into his skin.

"Jesus...fuck you're gonna drive me fucking crazy, Eliot." He nudged his head before kissing down the other side of his neck, licking over his bite. The damn thing just made him hotter, knowing he'd left a permanent mark on him. He nipped, smiling.

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