theinsaneeraser

Title: To Tempt a Trickster
Pairing: Sam/ Gabriel, Dean/Castiel
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A month after their run in with Alyssa, Sam Decides they really do need Gabriels help. But when Sam goes missing, Dean goes on a man hunt to find his brother, and Castiel uses this time to try and straighten out their relashionship
Spoilers: General Supernatural stuff.
Notes: Um, None really, other then enjoy!

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"Was I just jealous, bitter and cold? The sins i committed, the lies that I told. Had no respect for you, Only myself. A memeory I'm not so fond of as well, and I can honestly say I was wrong; so can you forgive me so I can move on"

"So different, so different than you. So different than you are. I know it's sad but true. So different, I'm no different than you."
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Sam blinked as the room changed once more, and his clothes reappeared.

She blinked at the feeling of the soft mattress beneath him, a little dip on the side pointing at the possibility of Gabe being next to him. He wasn’t covered in sheets, and he was pretty sure the pressure against his wrist proved that he was tied up. He wanted to bask in the denial that Gabriel would never tie him to a bed for any reason. He just couldn’t shake the heat that rose in his cheeks and the realisation that he was tied to the bed and it was Gabriel who had done it.

And why was he calling him Gabe anyways, his name was Gabriel or douche, or the-archangel-that-killed-my-brother-a-million-times.

He turned his head, as much as he could without eating his own arm, and stared at Gabriel, who was sucking on that damn lollipop again. The Archangel stared back, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth as they stared at each other, neither of them willing to back down. This reminded him of Alyssa and Dean, how they had ended up having so many staring contests, that Dean always lost.

“Gabriel…” Sam started but stopped.

The Archangel pulled the sucker out of his mouth and tilted his head, grinning openly now. Sam cursed him and yanked at the bonds, feeling the silk-like material tighten around his wrist; it didn’t budge. He sighed and went back to staring at Gabriel, who was now lying next to him. Sam jumped, as much as he could within the bonds, and stared at him. Gabriel stared back, and the staring contest resumed; Sam was determined to win.

“Gabriel.” Sam said again, more confident this time.

“Sammy…” he mocked.

Sam glared at him and tried to wiggle his wrists, hoping this would loosen the bonds, but it only seemed to make them tighter. He cursed and went back to glaring at the archangel who was still grinning at him. Sam opened his mouth, and then closed it, contemplating exactly what he was going to ask, or say. He mauled over many things, before deciding he was going to be a complete and utter smartass, just to tick him off.

“So, you’re going to rape me?” Sam raised an eyebrow.

“Not exactly.”

What ever Sam thought his response was going to be, it wasn’t that.

“You see Sammy, I can’t rape you.” Gabriel sat up.

“Yeah, that’s against angel policy right.” Sam questioned, suddenly feeling a little nervous.

“No, because you can’t rape the willing.” He grinned.

Sam’s stomach bottomed out.

“Whoa, I never said I was willing.” Sam tried to inch away from Gabriel.

He laughed and placed a hand on his chest, drawing Sam back to him, his voice dropping to a low and husky tone.

“Oh Sammy, I know what goes on in that little head of yours.”

And with that he felt Gabriel’s press his lips against his.

Everything exploded.

It was like kissing a battery, there was a shock, and it ran right through his veins, drawing him up and into the archangel as much as he could. He gasped and trembled, not understanding the many feelings running through his body, or why he was reacting so heavily to Gabriel’s kiss. It wasn’t that it wasn’t great, oh god no. It was breathtaking; literally. Sam couldn’t explain all the different feelings, but he defiantly liked it; a lot.

When Gabriel pulled back, Sam found himself following his lips, making a pathetic unhappy noise at the break of contact. Gabriel looked back at him, his eyes glazed over with something Sam couldn’t name.

“Still rape?” Gabriel grinned mischievously.

“F-fuck you.” Sam grumbled and looked away.

“Let’s not get a head of ourselves. That will come, in dude time.”

Sam opened and closed his mouth like a fish before shutting it, turning away from the archangel, trying to hide his burning cheeks; it really shouldn’t have been that embarrassing to talk about sex. The again he was an archangel. An archangel of the lord, someone holy; wasn’t God against gays anyways? He found himself getting more and more confused. Why would Gabriel want to have sex with him anyways?

Why did it matter so much to him?

“Why.” Sam didn’t turn to look at him. “Why do you…”

“Why do I what?” Gabriel pressed and Sam bit the inside of his cheek.

“Why do you want to…havesexwithme?”

“Repeat that, I don’t speak idiot.”

Sam groaned and closed his eyes.

“Why do you want to have sex with me!?” Sam snapped and turned to face Gabriel, who was looking at him with shock.

“Do I really need to answer that still…” he raised an eyebrow.

“Yes.”

He chuckled and rolled over so he was straddling Sam’s waist, his hands toying with the collar of Sam’s shirt. Sam sucked in a breath as electricity danced across his nerves every time his knuckle or fingertip would graze his skin. Gabriel seemed to like this reaction, because Sam was pretty sure he was doing it on purpose now, stalling. Sam wiggled beneath him, trying to get his hands untied, so he could give a little payback.

“I’m an Archangel.” Gabriel answered.

“No shit.” Sam rolled his eyes.

“I am also a trickster.”

“Once again, I know this.”

“I am also a man.” Gabriel grinned.

“I’d be worried if you weren’t.” Sam answered, brows furrowed.

“Why do you think I’d want to have sex with you?”

“I dunno, to mess with my head maybe?”

Gabriel shook his head and placed his palm on Sam’s bare chest. Sam jerked his hips as pure fire burned from that spot. It felt like he was being burned alive in pleasure; it was intoxicating.

“Yes, Archangels do tend to have that effect on humans during…intense moments.” Gabriel wiggled his eyebrows.

Sam shivered and stared up at Gabriel as the jolts clamed down to a soft simmering. He didn’t know what to do or say, his mind had currently left the building. He licked his lips and looked at Gabriel.

“You never did answer my question.”

“And I told you I didn’t need to, either you already know and are in denial, about a lot of things it seems, or you are really blonde under that brunette hair of yours.”

Sam stared at him and sighed.

“I am not a blonde, but I don’t know, seriously, I don’t.”

“Then, maybe I need to show you.”

Sam was about to ask how, when Gabriel’s lips were against his again, and all thoughts followed his brain. Then the hand on his chest lifts, and returned, with a friend, on either of his hips. He groaned as the electrict6y moved up his sides and into his empty skull. It bounced around and he jerked his hips, biting back a soft moan as he trembled, wanting more but wanting nothing at the same time.

Gabriel moved his lips from Sam’s and moved them down his jaw line, to his neck. Sam whined yanking at the bonds as more of that attractive electricity ran through his blood that pounded in his ears. Gabriel bit down on his flesh and Sam swore he saw stars. He didn’t know how much more of this he could take; he was dying, dying in ecstasy. He wondered if that was Gabriel’s plan all along, to kill him with sex.

Gabriel sucked and nipped at his pulse point and Sam suddenly didn’t care; this was a damn fine way to die.

“Is the Archangel come-hither too much?”

Sam couldn’t quite comprehend what he was saying, but knew it some something important. He also knew that he didn’t like how Gabriel’s hands moved from his sides’ he wanted them back. He made a grunt of displeasure and yanked at the silk bonds holding his arms he wished were free.

“Why must I be tied up?” Sam glared, some of his brain returning with the loss of contact.

“Because, you like to be in control too much, and you hate having that control taken away from you. It’s why you never listened to daddy, why you always argue with Dean, and why you never listened to him when he told you about Ruby. It’s also why none of my lessons sink in. So I’m going to carve this one into you.”

Sam shivered, not really liking the sound of that.

When Gabriel’s hands returned to his hips with a vengeance, digging his nails in and yanking Sam closer to him, the electricity was still there. Only it was dimmer, and Sam could keep his brain semi intact. Gabriel’s lips returned to Sam’s neck, nipping, licking, sucking and toying with the flesh of his pulse point, it sent him wild. He groaned and turned his head to the side, trying to make it easier for Gabriel to get what he wanted.

Gabriel chuckled against his throat and Sam shivered, yanking at the silk cored again, trying to break his hands tree of their captors. Gabriel lifted his head and ran his hands from Sam’s sides up his chest, under his shirt and pinched both of his nipples. Sam let out a yelp and bucked his hips, then groaned as he did it again. The Archangel then moved to remove Sam’s shirt, and lifted it up to his arms.

Gabriel dragged his tongue from Sam’s neck, down to his belly button. Sam’s breath hitched in his shirt and he arched his back, gasping and shaking. Gabriel sucked on of Sam’s nipples into his mouth and the electricity returned ten fold, sending Sam into a blissful stupor as he withered and moaned beneath the archangel. If he had known how good this would have been, he would have come to Gabriel for help sooner.

Sam nearly growled when the blissful electricity that seemed to wipe his brain reseeded, leaving him gasping and confused. He knew Gabriel was trying to control it, trying to pull it back in; he just didn’t know why. Why did he want Sam to think, did he think Sam would ask him to stop? Or did he want Sam to remember; it was hard to figure the trickster out.

Gabriel removed his mouth from Sam Nipple, and Sam wished his hands weren’t bound, for the millionth time, so he could demand the Archangel bring it back. Instead, Gabriel moved to undo Sam’s jeans…slowly. He undid the belt buckle, and slowly slip it out of his jeans, dropping it on the floor. Then he undid the button, and pulled down the zipper.

Sam wanted to kill him.

He shimmied his jeans down, and Sam kicked them off at the end, before Gabriel moved to his boxers, slipping them off as well. Sam watched as Gabriel snapped, and he himself was naked. Sam licked his lips and smiled when Gabriel’s lips met his, moving feverishly. Sam met his movements with his own, this time he brain allowing him to comprehend what he was doing. Gabriel grinned and Sam couldn’t help but grin back.

And then cry out as a lubed finger when did he find time to lube up…entered his puckered hole. Sam shook against Gabriel, some of the electricity returning, but Gabriel held it back. Sam knew then that Gabriel wanted him to feel everything, to remain coherent; he wanted Sam to know what he was doing to him, because he knew Sam liked it.

Gabriel started to pull his finger out, and then pushed it back in, pumping it slowly, curling and teasing. Sam moaned and yanked even harder against the silk bonds, and he was sure if it was anything other then silk his wrists would be bleeding. When Gabriel added a second finger, and started to move fast, Sam almost lost all control then. He held on to it, drowning in the pleasure as Gabriel scissored and thrusted.

Gabriel added a third finger, and Sam found it hard to hold onto the raging ecstasy that begged release.

“G-Gabriel…I’m…I…I can’t hold back.” Sam gripped at the bonds instead of fighting against them.

Gabriel pulled his fingers out and Sam groaned, not wanting the coldness that came with the abandoned flesh, but sucked in a breath as it was replaced by Gabriel’s cock. He arched his back and shook as Gabriel slowly slipped into him. The electricity returning, not as harsh, but Sam was finding it hard to keep a hold of hi senses; He wanted to get lost in him. Gabriel seemed tom sense this, and pulled back in the brain stunning feelings.

Archangels really did have an effect on humans, but be damned if he was going to complain.

Gabriel started to move faster, thrusting a bit harder and deeper. Sam groaned, arching his back and moaning, thrusting his hips, begging Gabriel to move faster. Gabriel obliged and moved faster, arms on either side of Sam’s tilted back head. Sam moaned and yanked at the bonds, wishing he could touch Gabriel, in anyway; he wanted to hold him, to complete the feelings.

He nearly fell apart when Gabriel hit his prostate, and found himself crying out, his whole body trembling as he felt himself reach his end.

“Gabriel…Imm-“ he cried out, quite loudly, and came.

Gabriel came right after, filling Sam.

Gabriel was breathing heavily, and Sam was aware that he wasn’t breathing at all. He pulled out of Sam, and rolled over so he was lying next to him. Same closed his eyes, his arms being released. He threw one over Gabriel’s chest, not wanting him to leave, or disappear; not after that. Gabriel placed a wary arm around his shoulder and Sam nuzzled her face into Gabe’s neck.

“That….there are no words for that.” Sam mumbled sleepily.

Gabriel didn’t answer.

“Wads that real, or was that…just a test.”

“That’s for you to figure out.” Gabriel answered, his voice strained with something Sam’s sexed out brain couldn’t compute.

“Mmm, maybe in the morning.”

And with that Sam slipped into a heavy sleep, vaguely aware of the sound of Gabriel snapping his fingers.

Chapter Six