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]

"I go much faster I'm gonna fuckin' rip something! Christ!" He said, biting down on his throat and growling as he thrust his hips up. He pushed in a third finger though, hoping Eliot could handle it so soon after the second. "Fuck I feel like a god damned teenager!" He laughed, pulling back and catching him in a fiery kiss.

He spread his fingers, moving and pumping them all while completely avoiding his prostate now. Hell no he wasn't letting Eliot get off until Dean was deep inside him. Not gonna happen. "Think if I get any harder my dicks gonna fall off."

[golden_retriever]

"You dug a bullet outta me and you're 'fraid you're gonna rip somethin' ?" However, Eliot did groan when Dean prematurely put his third finger in. Eliot wasn't complaining though, and he would get used to it soon enough.

"Same here... You're killin' me here," he murmured, moving back and trying to angle himself so he could get his prostate. He knew what Dean was doing, but he didn't try to stop chasing his own pleasure anyway.

[hunterusheroicus]

"You're awful mouthy." He mumbled, chuckling and pumping his fingers faster, still avoiding his prostate. "You fuckin' get yourself off before I get to fuck you and I swear I'll cut you off for that too." He grumbled, mouthing down his neck before licking over his mark.

"You been killin' me. Christ, Eliot..." He spread his fingers again slowly before biting his lip. "You ready for me?"

[golden_retriever]

Really? His Alpha would do that to him just because Eliot came first? Well, Eliot suppose it was a pretty awful offense.

"Yes," he hissed as he tried once again to move himself so Dean's fingers found his prostate. It was harder when the man was purposefully avoiding it.

"Hell yes... C'mon, Dean." He was panting and a light sheen of sweat made his hair dangle down in strands. "I swear... If you don't let me ride you soon, I will get off in your face." He tried to move himself back so he was hovering over Dean and if the hunter didn't pull his fingers out quickly, Eliot might start sitting on them.

[hunterusheroicus]

Dean reached for the lube, sliding his fingers free and slicking his cock quickly. He arched up, fingers around the base of his cock and rubbing against Eliot's before guiding him down with a hand on his hip. He groaned, head pressing back against the pillows. "Jesus fuckin' christ, Eliot!" He rolled his hips slowly, pulling him down for another kiss.

"This what you wanted, man?" He smirked before moving down his throat again, tugging his head back and latching onto his throat just beneath his adam's apple, growling loudly as he shifted his hips and snapping back inside him almost roughly.

[golden_retriever]

"Y'better believe it," Eliot growled back as he ground his hips down and seated himself onto dean directly. When he finally felt his prostate brushed again, he froze and arched back. To his dismay, it broke him away from Dean's lips, but he made up for it when he was able to take Dean all the way to the base and feel Dean fill him completely.

"Oh fuckin'... Damn you feel good." He rocked himself in Dean's laps for a few seconds as his hand reached out to stroke his own cock. Then getting the feeling that he better move before someone moved him, he began to lift himself up with one hand on Dean's leg and down again with that hold for balance. "You holin' okay?"

[hunterusheroicus]

"Oh god damn..." He gasped, both hands grasping at Eliot's hips to help him move. "You feel good too." He let out a laugh that quickly turned into a long moan as Eliot started moving. He grabbed the back of Eliot's neck, squeezing and pulling him down into a hard, deep kiss. He bit down on Eliot's lip, sucking at it lightly.

He thrust up, meeting Eliot as he purposely angled to hit his prostate with each thrust, letting go of his other hip to lightly bat away the man's hand from his cock. "I'm fuckin' great." He said, smirking before wrapping his fingers around Eliot's cock, stroking and squeezing.

[golden_retriever]

Eliot wanted to smirk, but before he could, Dean effectively robbed it from him by pulling it out from his very lips in that hot dominating kiss. Eliot moaned into it, his rhythm of squatting himself onto Dean completely broken by how Dean took over.

"Peachy," he moaned between thrusts that had him using his now freed hand to hold onto Dean's waist. He had no fear of being dislodged, but with how Dean was thrusting into him from the bottom, he was afraid that he wouldn't get the best of it if he didn't find some way to push back and meet those thrusts. And boy was it good when he managed to grind himself down.

"Thought... you wanted me to control the pace... Oh fuck, Dean!" Slowly he managed to pick up a steady rhythm riding Dean's cock, moving himself back and forth between the pole behind him and the hand in front. "... M'not complainin'. Just sayin'."

[hunterusheroicus]

"I just wanted to fuck you." He ground out, slamming up into him. "Fuck...oh fuck!" The hand still on the back of Eliot's neck squeezed firmly, blunt nails digging into his skin slightly. "C'mon man show me what you got..." He cried out, throwing his head back as he continued stroking his cock firmly.

He tilted his head, leaning up and sealing his lips over his mark on Eliot's shoulder and sucking hard before sinking his teeth into it.

[golden_retriever]

Eliot growled at the challenge but out was nothing compared to the hotel that erupted from him when Dean's teeth reopened his mark along the healed scar. He pushed back with effort and his hands drew back to plant firmly on Dean's hips so he may leverage himself up and down. Dean asked for it, he was getting it.

"Y'want me?" He growled and slammed back fully onto his alpha's cock. "Handle this... Fuck!!"

[hunterusheroicus]

"Oh fuck, Eliot!" He cried out loudly, grasping his hip and arching his own hips. He squeezed Eliot's cock, stroking faster and swiping his thumb across the head. "Jesus christ, yes!" This was exactly what he wanted. After a moment he pushed himself up, catching Eliot in a kiss and moaning into his mouth, teasing at his tongue lightly.

[golden_retriever]

Dean should be proud that he was making even a werewolf pant in exertion. Eliot growled into the kiss, his breathing coming out even more ragged as he was forced to breathe through his nose although he slowed considerably in pumping himself on Dean.

He moaned when they broke apart. His tongue flicked out in an attempt to catch Dean's as he started picking up his pace again.

"D-damnit, Dean... so fuckin' close..."

[hunterusheroicus]

He kept up the stroking, squeezing slightly as he looked up at Eliot. "So come. Know you want to, Eliot." He mumbled, groaning and thrusting his hips up again. "I ain't gonna last much longer either, wanna feel you." He slid the hand on Eliot's his down to his thigh and back up, just pressing and touching him gently.

"Fuck, Eliot..." He moaned loudly, letting his head fall back against the pillows on the bed.

[golden_retriever]

The strokes, the squeezes, they brought him to the very edge and those words were all that was required to finally bring him over.

"Fuck... Dean!!!" With a startling cry, he tensed and came hard into Dean's hand. His body stiffened and went still above the hunter, and with Dean buried deep in him still, he clamped down to squeeze him back with his muscles' natural reaction.

[hunterusheroicus]

Oh sweet jesus the clenching of Eliot's body was amazing. Dean shuddered hard, thumb swirling around the head of his cock as he continued thrusting. He'd already been close, but the sounds Eliot made and what his body was doing to him was all he needed.

He thrust up hard one last time, spilling into Eliot as he clung to him. His hips jerked slightly before he finally relaxed slightly. His fingers brushed through the come on his chest and stomach before lifting his hand up and licking them off slowly.

"Christ Eliot...that was fuckin' amazing." He pulled him down, kissing him deeply before just laying back and relaxing.

[golden_retriever]

Eliot kissed back, savoring both the kiss and the taste before grinning with wolfish satisfaction. "Mmm... I could smell your scent on me."

When he rolled off Dean and fell back onto the bed, he grimaced at the impact. Somewhere in the midst of all that rutting though, he had pulled open his wound and it started to bleed.

"Damn... I hate gettin' shot," he muttered under his breath before curling onto his side facing Dean.

[hunterusheroicus]

He looked up at him, winking. "Good. Course I'm pretty sure I smell like you too." He shifted, watching Eliot roll and raising an eyebrow at the wince. He wrapped an arm around Eliot, craning his neck to look at his back. "Well you aren't bleeding horribly or anything. Its healing up good now."

He closed his eyes, curling his arm around the man to pull him close before opening them and looking at him. "Pretty sure everyone hates getting shot. It really sucks when it kills you, I'll tell you that. Getting shot in the chest hurts like a bitch." Thankfully the pain had only lasted a split second, but it had been bad enough.

[golden_retriever]

"It feels different too." Eliot grinned a but, feeling the most relaxed he had in a very long time.

"Yeah? You'd know this because...?" Leaning forward, Eliot nuzzled at Dean lazily as a wolf would. There was a lot of things he didn't know about Dean, like no doubt what Dean didn't know about him, and he had a feeling this was one of those things. On 2013-05-04 4:59 AM, "hunterusheroicus - DW Comment" < dw_null@dreamwidth.org> wrote:

[hunterusheroicus]

Dean shifted, relaxing more as Eliot nuzzled against him. "Hmm been shot like that. Died then too...didn't go to Hell that time. Got chased through Heaven by the dicks with wings while looking for Joseph who is apparently the angel who talks to God while the Big Guy is on his massive siesta." He shrugged, not really figuring Eliot would find it weird that he'd been to Heaven as well. Not after his story of Hell.

"Found the guys who shot me and Sammy and beat their asses. Course once they realized we were alive they damn near pissed themselves. Pretty damn funny if you ask me." He said, turning his head as he shifted before pressing his face against Eliot's throat, growling before he kissed, licked, and nipped all along it.

[golden_retriever]

"Seriously?" Eliot pulled back to give Dean a questionable look. Anyone else he would be questioning their sanity, but something told him his Alpha wasn't lying here.

"Only you, man," he muttered as he laid back down against the human and shook his head. His back twinged, but he was noticing it less and less as it healed.

"How the hell did you come back from heaven? Hell, why would you even want to? It's.... it's heaven, man."

[hunterusheroicus]

"When you have angels hunting you down to try and force you to be someone's prom dress for the final battle? You don't want to stick around." He knew there was no way Eliot would understand what the hell he'd just said so he took a deep breath before kissing the top of his head.

"Okay...angels are real. Basically...there are two archangels...Michael and Lucifer. I'm sure you've heard of Lucifer before. Anyways, apparently me and Sammy had this big destiny where we are their perfect vessels. We were supposed to say yes so they could use us for the final battle. I said no to Michael...Sam said yes to Lucifer, but only to throw his ass back to hell. Its a lot to take in. I know...and I suck at explanations." He shrugged a bit beneath him before tilting his head and kissing him.

[golden_retriever]

Eliot recalled Dean having told him some of that before, but hearing it on the retell didn't make it anymore confusing. Angels were supposed to be the good guys, and Lucifer...

"Shit, your brother's the devil incarnate?" Eliot rolled his eyes. "No wonder I don't like him." Though the whole being shot by him bit might have something to do with it as well.

He turned so he could kiss Dean back a bit. "Seriously, anyone else and I'd sign them off as nuts."

[hunterusheroicus]

"Sammy is not the devil incarnate, Eliot." Dean have him a withering look, shaking his head and sighing. "He just happens to be his perfect meatsuit. And no, angels aren't always the good guys. Michael, the one who wanted to use me as a meatsuit? Yeah his little lackeys tortured me and Sam trying to get me to say yes. Lets see...gave me stage 4 stomach cancer, stole my lungs, stole Sammy's lungs..."

He sighed, shaking his head. "Sad to say, Lucifer never tortured us to get Sam to say yes. Hell he pretty much left us alone until the end." He shrugged a shoulder before settling down with him again.

"Glad to know you don't think I'm nuts then. Sometimes even I think I'm crazy though...living this life? Yeah you get that way every once in a while."

[golden_retriever]

Eliot would point out the obvious statement that, not only was Sam the devil's suit on earth, but he shot him, except Eliot wasn't one to hold grudges when it was gone and forgiven. However, Eliot could understand the statement and his grimace showed.

"Sometimes, evil doesn't mean they'll do bad things, and vice versa. Good and evil ain't that simple.... but I think y'know that." Eliot turned to look up at the ceiling.

"Dean, I've met people who are nuts. You ain't one of them."

[hunterusheroicus]

"I know. We've dealt with stuff like that before. Hell, Michael and the other angels were supposed to be the good guys, yeah? Good guys that gave me stomach cancer, took mine and sam's lungs...even kidnapped our baby brother after bringing him back to life and trying to use him against me....all to get me to say yes." He shifted, fingers tangling in Eliot's hair briefly, using it to pull him up into a kiss.

"But all thats in the past. We got rid of that son of a bitch and Lucifer too. Now we just hunt." He turned his head slightly, nuzzling his nose into Eliot's hair next and closing his eyes. "You should hunt with us. When you aren't doing your own jobs I mean."