Dean Winchester/Eliot

[hunterusheroicus]

Dean was pissed. They'd been on a case for a week and still hadn't figured it out. It seemed someone else was on the same case and the asshole seemed to be one step ahead of them. Finally they'd gotten a lead and were on their way to the house where the demon they were hunting was supposedly at. The poor sap being used as a meat suit was apparently some important businessman and the demon riding him around like his own personal pony was causing enough trouble to have made the papers a few times over.

He looked up at the house as they pulled up, eyes narrowing as he surveyed the layout. They got out and he popped the trunk, pulling out his pistol and the demon knife before sliding the blade into his boot. Once they were both loaded up they made their way to the door, pushing it open easily and heading inside. Dean immediately lifted the pistol, looking around before motioning to Sam that he was heading upstairs, being as silent as humanly possible.

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[hunterusheroicus]

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.

[golden_retriever]

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.

[hunterusheroicus]

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.

[golden_retriever]

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.

[hunterusheroicus]

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."

[golden_retriever]

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.

[hunterusheroicus]

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.

[golden_retriever]

"Tell me somethin' I don't know," Eliot moaned as he stopped his nipping to simply rest his head against Dean's shoulder. For a moment he just allowed himself to feel what the other man was doing to him, the hand on his cock, the other grabbing his ass and pulling him down. He was convinced that Dean was trying to drive him crazy in revenge for what he did to the hunter.

When he moved again, he shifted and started sucking at Dean's neck as if he was intent to leave his own hickie. His hand ventured lower until it was maneuvering open Dean's jeans as well and slipping in to wiggle his package out. The sensitive shaft was rubbed at with the heel of his palm.

"Fuck Dean," he murmured down by the hunter's ear, "You sure you don't wanna get fucked? Feel my cock slide in you?"

[hunterusheroicus]

At Eliot's words, Dean let out a very uncharacteristic whimper. He felt like his entire body was on fire with sensation. "Keep talking like that and I just might let you." He groaned, hand tightening around his cock and tugging. "You'd like to fuck me, wouldn't you? Like to pound into me? Drive me into the mattress?" He sucked the scar before kissing his jaw and panting.

He rocked up against his hand, whining slightly and letting his head fall back while arching off the bed.

[golden_retriever]

The hand on his cock drew whimpers out from Eliot as well. Strangely enough, he didn't mind all that much if he got to return the favor now that they were rolling on the bed together. He certainly would like it as he most often took the topping role, but Dean could obviously deliver even when on top and it left Eliot feeling satisfied enough that he didn't mind. Not horribly anyway.

Though he started licking at the ear he had been nipping at earlier and added to it a husky, "Yes." He licked it again and his voice went low to a hushed whisper. "I saw how jealous you were... tell me you want me."

[hunterusheroicus]

He shivered, tilting his head more as his cock twitched. "Fuck yes, I want you." He closed his eyes, lips pressing against his shoulder. "I...yeah I was jealous." He looked up at Eliot before grasping the back of his neck and tugging him down into a deep kiss.

[golden_retriever]

That should've made Eliot wary that this wasn't the typical one night stand, but his ego was being busily brushed, much like his cock was, and he couldn't fault anyone for wanting him.

And, to be fairly honest, he wanted Dean too. Had been remembering that mouth since he left that night.

When they broke apart, Eliot kissed down Dean's adam's apple and mouthed tenderly over that sensitive spot.

"Well, you have me, hunter." The way he drawled out the word against Dean's voice box was an invitation to sin.

[hunterusheroicus]

He threw his head back at the mouth on his adam's apple, groaning louder and tangling his fingers in his hair. "Hmm sounds kinda right. Hunter catching the big bad wolf." He growled, rolling his hips up and gasping when his cock slid against Eliot's.

"Lube is in the side table. Condoms in there too." He just closed his eyes, licking his lips as he let Eliot do whatever he wanted.

[golden_retriever]

Eliot growled at the comparison and tightened his grip on Dean's cock briefly in protest. He doubted an act like that would truly protest anything though.

"Well, hunter, be prepared to be eaten."

He turned around, leaving Dean where he was to go get the lube on the side table. He thought for a second then took the condoms too.

It didn't fall beneath his notice that they weren't in the weapons bag, or that the bag of weapons was nowhere to be found. He wouldn't put it beyond Dean to have a silver knife under the pillow though, but since it didn't look like it was coming out, he didn't care if there was.

[hunterusheroicus]

He watched for a moment before pushing himself up and grabbing Eliot quickly. He tugged, rolling Eliot beneath him and smirking. "I told you." He murmured in Eliot's ear, scooting between his legs and grinding against him. "I'm pounding you into the mattress." He chuckled before pulling his head back and latching onto his throat again.

He pulled the lube and condoms out of his hand, dropping the items before working his jeans and boxers the rest of the way off. His hand wrapped around his cock, stroking for a moment before grabbing the lube and popping the top.

[golden_retriever]

Eliot was pulled back with a yelp although with far less struggling than beyond the token resistance. That in itself was strange that he was going along with this.

He handed over the reigns partially when Dean ground down against him, but still reached up to take the condom back. While Dean prepped with the lube, Eliot was ripping open the packet.

"Scoot up closer," Eliot instructed so it would put the hunter into the right distance for him to roll the rubber on for him. What did it matter, it was just a one night stand anyway. Or a second one, but once they got this out of their system, Eliot thought he wouldn't see Dean again come morning.

[hunterusheroicus]

He did as he was told, scooting up as he started working Eliot open. He smirked down at him, looking pretty smug. He bent down, kissing him roughly as he brushed across his prostate.

He waited for Eliot to roll the condom on, moaning softly before working him open just a little faster. "Still can't get over how hot you run." He mumbled, mouthing over his shoulder and biting his chest.

[golden_retriever]

It took Eliot three times to properly roll the condom onto Dean, each attempt thwarted by the hunter brushing his prostate. He was being played like a well fitted instrument and damn if his moans didn't come in various notes.

Now it was a desperate tone as he started rocking down onto those fingers to encourage them a bit.

"That a comment on my temp or my appearance?" Eliot inquired arrogantly as he gave Dean's ear a lick while the hunter was obsessed with his shoulder. The groaned again, but one hand reached up to caress the back of Dean's neck in encouragement of the bites.

[hunterusheroicus]

"Both." He growled, biting over his scar again. Damn he really was kind of obsessed with it. It seemed like the attention really did something to the werewolf beneath him.

He started pumping his fingers faster, fucking Eliot with them in firm strokes. "Could just make you come with my fingers in you..." He moaned, mouth moving against his skin. "Maybe suck you off too. Bet you'd fucking love that."

[golden_retriever]

If Dean kept on doing what he was doing, he very much could make Eliot come from being finger fucked.

"Stop bein' a fuckin' tease," came Eliot's strangled reply as he groaned when the fingers sped up their stimulation of his prostate. He tossed his head back and writhed on the bed and pillow.

"M-make up your fuckin' mind." Because if Dean didn't soon, Eliot might end up making it for him. He tried to grin back at Dean but it was a feral expression of desire. "Would love to have your lips wrapped around my cock."

[hunterusheroicus]

He looked him over for a minute before withdrawing his fingers and slowly pushing himself in once he'd lined up. He easily slid all the way in, skin pressed to skin as he panted.

"Maybe in a little bit. I gotta fuck you first." He slid his hands over Eliot's thighs, hooking his arm under one of his legs, lifting and pressing it up over his shoulder while reaching between them to stroke his cock.

[golden_retriever]

Eliot laughed at that decision and somehow it made perfect sense that the guy who he met through hustling his pool game would offer to get him off only to fuck him first. He had no complaints though, not when he felt Dean enter him and pound right against his prostate.

Not quite werewolf strength, but Dean wasn't an easy pushover either and there was substance behind those poundings.

He tilted back his head and emitted a soft keening at the wonderfully deep thrusts.

"Fuckin'... god, just... fuck!" That summed it up pretty well.

[hunterusheroicus]

He smiled, thrusting hard as he bent down to kiss him again. He groaned loudly, stroking Eliot's cock and sliding his thumb over the head to spread the precome that was leaking from the tip.

"Jesus fuck...." He closed his eyes, biting his jaw and down, letting his forehead press against his shoulder as he felt a bead of sweat roll down between his shoulder blades.

[golden_retriever]

Eliot panted and closed his eyes, his hand that was behind Dean's neck guided the hunter down so he could take his mouth again.

This time it was a slow sensual kiss, all tongue and open lips and exploration, and with every moan he offered it directly into Dean's mouth like a morsel of sound to be eaten.

When he felt he was getting near, he started to clench and relax his muscles repeatedly to help bring Dean over the edge with him.

Lip-locked, he didn't want to let go even as he cried out from how good it was.

[hunterusheroicus]

He held the kiss as well, letting his groans and sounds of pleasure out against the other man's lips. The way Eliot's muscles tightened around him, milking him drove him almost over the edge and he let out a whine, shaking slightly.

"Fucking...come on, Eliot...wanna see you." He mumbled against his lips, never actually breaking the kiss.