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]

He already knew he wouldn't last long after the pleasurable torture Eliot had put him through. He cock was leaking freely over the man's hand. He kept kissing him for a long moment, letting their tongues tangle.

When Eliot pulled back he looked up at him with lust blown eyes, panting out of kiss swollen lips. "Eliot.." He gasped before they were kissing again and he clenched around him. "Fuckin' close..."

[golden_retriever]

"Good," Eliot whispered, his words murmured against the side of Dean's mouth. "Come for me, Dean. Let go and spill it all." He pumped the cock harder, making sure he ran his hand down the whole length and brushed the head with the heel of his palm.

He was having less problem having came once more than Dean, but he was getting close too. If Dean came, Eliot had no doubt he would follow quickly after.

[hunterusheroicus]

The murmured words sent a shudder through him as he cried out against his lips, Eliot's name falling from his lips as he clung to him tightly and came. His hips jerked, nails digging into his shoulders before dragging down his skin slowly.

He huffed out, biting at Eliot's lip and tongue as his muscles clamped down. "Come...please, Eliot.." He whined softly, wanting to feel him.

[golden_retriever]

Burying his forehead against Dean's shoulder, Eliot's thrusts carried the hunter through his orgasm and beyond. As the clenching around him grew tighter, Eliot's rhythm became erratic. Dean's words were the final straw and with a few quick short bursts, he buried himself and came hard into the condom's reserve, Dean's name whispered against his skin.

He panted as he fell down afterwards, temporarily supporting himself on one side of the hunter's chest. Yet not wanting to crush the man though, he dragged up his hand and supported himself on its elbow as he waited to catch his breath.

"Damn," he muttered between soft pants that huffed against the hunter. "That was... damn."

[hunterusheroicus]

He panted against Eliot's skin, nodding at his words and smiling as he pressed his lips across his shoulder slowly before moving up the side of his neck. He stopped though, leaving his lips at his jaw, just breathing against his skin.

He relaxed, turning his head a bit more to press his lips against the side of Eliot's mouth. "Yeah..." He chuckled before sucking lightly at the scar on his neck, nipping softly.

[golden_retriever]

Eliot made a soft whining noise that even he wasn't aware he was making when Dean started sucking at his scar again. He was just sensitive to Dean playing with that area, he didn't know why.

"And you say you're not gonna kill me," Eliot muttered. He shifted, finally slipping out of the hunter. With a light grimace he yanked the condom off, tied it, then pitched it at the garbage pail under the desk by the wall. His aim was, like always, pretty good.

Laughing softly but still out of breath, he rolled over to spread out beside Dean.

[hunterusheroicus]

Dean liked that whining sound and he smiled, raising an eyebrow. "So fucking until we can't move and driving you crazy counts?" He laughed, pulling himself onto his side before looking at the sheets and rolling his eyes.

"We have officially wrecked this bed." He wasn't complaining though. He slipped his arm around Eliot again, pulling him close. Damn it Dean wasn't a cuddler, but he didn't want to stop doing this.

"I don't think I'm moving properly for a damn week."

[golden_retriever]

"Good," Eliot murmured back, sounding too smug by half. "You can think of me every time you move and feel sore." He chuckled again despite how he was pulled into the embrace.

"So, should I drop by your brother's room and leave him a message that he needs to pick you up here in the mornin'?" Oh, he was definitely being smug over this. Satisfied too, and very much sated.

[hunterusheroicus]

"I'm sure I will." He rolled his eyes, lifting up slightly to look down at him. "You don't even know what room he's in. How would you manage that?" He pushed Eliot playfully. "Ass."

He stretched, groaning at the pull of his already sore muscles before looking over at him. He was tempted to pull Eliot closer, pull him over onto Dean's chest so he could slide his fingers through his hair and just hold him. The desire surprised him and he bit his lip hard, fingers twitching against the man's skin.

[golden_retriever]

It was Eliot's turn to roll his eyes although with how he was laying Dean wouldn't be able to see it. "What, you think I won't be able to find out if I tried?" He had a very good sense of smell, among other skills.

Feeling Dean twitch though, he raised his head to briefly look at Dean. "Somethin' the matter?" Eliot honestly didn't plan on staying the night tonight either, but he was worn. Thinking he could stay to rest until he woke up, he relaxed into the bed and let Dean hold him as the hunter liked.

"Tell me, do you have a knife under that pillow or not?"

[hunterusheroicus]

He chuckled when he thought about how Eliot would find Sam. God he was going to have to explain a lot to his brother in the morning. Hopefully Sam wouldn't end up asking him much about Eliot though. That wasn't something he wanted to talk about.

The questions caught him slightly off guard and he looked at him, tilting his head slightly before just pulling the man over against him. If Eliot didn't like it he could pull away, but Dean wanted to do this. Its not like he would be here in the morning anyways.

"Wha...oh. No." He lifted up slightly, lifting the pillow so Eliot could look underneath. "I have precautions against demons in place, but thats pretty much it." He relaxed again, yawning.

[golden_retriever]

"Huh." Eliot let himself be pulled in close, strangely enjoying the proximity to the other man. He yawned, satisfied that Dean was telling the truth.

"I would've kept one there," he explained as he relaxed into Dean's hold. Of course, the things he feared could actually be killed by one.

Though what Dean mentioned about demon precautions did get him curious. "How do you prepare for a demon?" It obviously didn't work on him though since he had no problem walking in or anything. Hadn't even felt an itch.

[hunterusheroicus]

He motioned lazily to the rug laid out in front of the door and another in front of the window. "Underside of those are painted with devils traps. Demon steps inside one and can't get out. I can exorcise them that way." He smirked, raising an eyebrow.

"I told you I trusted you before. I know I don't have to, but I do. I don't need weapons to fight and I wanted you to know that I don't plan on trying to kill you in your sleep." He shrugged a shoulder, shifting and pressing his legs against Eliot's.

[golden_retriever]

"Devil's trap?" Eliot repeated, wondering if he should go take a look. He felt too comfortable laid out against Dean though and made a note to do that later, before he left at dusk.

As touching as Dean's words were, Eliot couldn't stop himself snorting slightly at them. True, he was genuinely moved by the hunter's trust, but he thought it meant that the man was either naive or stupid. He didn't seem like either to Eliot.

"I wouldn't trust me," Eliot said but then shook his head. "Ah, forget it. Let's just sleep."

[hunterusheroicus]

He shrugged again before dropping his head down. His fingers started brushing through Eliot's hair idly as he let his eyes fall shut. Damn he really was tired now. It wasn't much longer before he was asleep, arm tightening slightly around him in his sleep.

[golden_retriever]

Eliot sighed but didn't struggle out of Dean's hold, at least, not right now. It was in the wee hours of the night, after a good two hours of sleep before he carefully moved himself out of the hunter's grasp. The man had shifted then anyway and it wasn't much of a problem anymore.

As he promised, perhaps to tease the guy, he sniffed out Sam and left a note pinned to his door saying where he would be able to find Dean.

On his part, Eliot expected to never see the hunter again.

[hunterusheroicus]

The next morning Dean woke up to a loud hammering on the door. He jumped, reaching for his knife before remembering he didn't have it. He also noticed Eliot was gone and he groaned before shaking his head. "Fuckin...damn it!"

He pushed himself up, wrapping the ruined sheet around him before opening the door cautiously. Sam stood outside the door, smirking before holding up the note that Eliot had left before he raised an eyebrow at Dean. "Holy shit he worked you over didn't he?"

Dean rolled his eyes, opening the door wider. "Shut up, bitch. None of your damn business who did what." He absently scratched at the marks Eliot had left around his neck and shoulders, blushing. Sam just snickered before sitting at the table. "Jerk. At least he told me where you were."

Dean showered after flipping Sam off and once he was dressed they checked out and left. Sam teased him the entire time until Dean finally threatened to knock his ass out.