mickeym: (spn_lust need and passion)
mickeym ([personal profile] mickeym) wrote2007-10-21 03:12 am

New Fic: [ The Sweetest Burn ] - SPN, Sam/Dean, NC17

Title: The Sweetest Burn
Author: [livejournal.com profile] mickeym
Pairing Sam/Dean
Word Count: ~1450
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Contains knives, and bloodplay
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money being made.
Notes: This is for [livejournal.com profile] raynedanser, to whom I promised knifeplay quite some time ago. I hope this works for you, honey :) Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] rejeneration for the cheerleading and support earlier, and for looking over what I had done. You're the best, baby. *g* Y'all enjoy!






"Little cuts. Shallow…." Sam's voice trails off, but the sting doesn't.

It increases. Multiplies into narrow ribbons of fire slicing into him, circling through him.

Dean drags in a breath, closes his eyes so he can feel the burn marrow deep.

"Dean?"

His eyes fly open; meet Sam's gaze straight on. Sam's eyes are hot, hungry, pupils wide and dark. "Y-yeah," Dean manages, the word coming out kind of rough.

"S'okay?" The blunt edge of the knife is cool against his skin -- which feels as though it's on fire -- and Sam rubs it gently over the newest line of heat. "You gotta tell me if it's not."

"It's good." Dean swallows a moan when Sam turns the knife back over; slides it down his sternum. He can't follow it with his eyes, stretched out on the bed like this; can't watch the moist sliver grow and stretch and fucking own him, like when they stand in front of the mirror, but Dean can feel it.
Sam strokes the knife over Dean's chest, leaving sweet bites of pain behind in a swirling, spiraling pattern.

"Should see yourself," Sam says roughly, the words skating over Dean's skin as puffs of warm air. He hums a question, words not quite forming on his tongue any more. "Just so fucking gorgeous like this, man."

Sam leans in closer, mouth closing over one of the cuts, sucking heat and slickness to the surface. Dean groans and arches toward Sam, shaking when whitehot pain screams through him before fading into a low-level throb.

"Taste," Sam says, and drags one finger over the circle of fire ringing Dean's right nipple. He rubs his finger over Dean's mouth and Dean licks; tastes the copper-iron heat of blood, and the salty warmth of Sam through it. He chases Sam's finger with his tongue, curling, sucking to get more of that.

Sam groans and lowers his head, takes Dean's mouth with a hunger that burns into him. He arches up toward Sam, growling low in his throat, hands curling into fists where he's restrained. Can't touch.

"Want to fucking carve my initials in your skin." Sam bites each word into Dean's lips, into the length of his throat, and Dean feels each one throb there, branding him. He shudders and tips his head back a little further, the words dragging up out of his throat.

"Do it, Sam--God, please--"

Sam laughs, a low, dark chuckle that makes goosebumps ripple across Dean's skin. "Shouldn't tempt me," he says in a voice that sounds like sin, rich and heavy and slow. "You're gonna hurt in the morning." Sam drags the knife tip over Dean's pec and downward, pressing just a little harder when Dean begs first with his body, then with words.

"Don't care, please, Sammy--" He babbles some more, heated words that mean nothing and everything, shivering when the knife slips further in sweethot bites that make him cry, make him bleed.

The deeper cuts don't burn like the shallow ones -- not at first, anyway. The sting comes slower, later, rich and layered, heat that moves through him.

He feels the blood welling up, spilling over in fat, hot drops. Each one tickles as it slides down his side; Sam's tongue both soothes the burn and makes it worse as he chases them down and laps them up.

Sam tastes like pain and love when he kisses Dean, tongue slick and hot, eager to share the flavors.

"Need you," Sam whispers an eternity, a second, later. Dean rubs up against him as best he can, fingers curling and uncurling. Sam bites at Dean's mouth. "Want you."

"Yes, Christ yes. Anything. Everything." Dean feels desperate; pain and need burn through him, from him, his skin fairly itches with it. Even the heat of each cut doesn't feel like a cut. It will tomorrow, but right now he's riding high on the endorphin rush, nothing but waves buoying him up.

It's dangerous, this place he's in right now. He would let Sam cut his heart out and feed it to him, if that's what Sam wanted.

Adrenaline spikes higher in him at the thought of Sam asking him for something like that, and Dean gasps. "Sammy, Jesus--"

"Shh. I got you, man." Sam's fumbling with the ties holding Dean's arms stretched out, loosening them until Dean's free. He's big and warm when he covers Dean's body, and they slide together, blood and sweat slicking between them. Dean bites at Sam's throat, his jaw, and spreads his legs apart, urging Sam in between them. "Jesus, Dean."

Dean laughs, but it comes out ragged, raw, and it's a relief to feel Sam's hands press his thighs open; to feel the hard heat of Sam's dick as he slides into him.

He'd mocked Sam earlier -- when he wasn't busy moaning -- for prepping him; lube and a couple of fingers rubbing and teasing at his prostate before they got the knife out and things got wild. Now Dean's glad Sam thought of it, because there's no waiting, just the sweet, sweet burn and stretch as his body takes Sam's.

It's hot and it hurts, and it's fucking perfect.

Sam mutters something against Dean's throat, his voice hardly more than a low growl that Dean feels all the way down inside him. He shifts, pulling his legs back and open; groans when Sam sinks a little deeper inside.

"So good, Dean, Jesus, you feel--" Sam's fingers are tight in Dean's hair, holding him still for a long, searching kiss. It feels a little like Sam's trying to eat him from the outside in and Dean's okay with that. Gives himself over to it, rocking up to meet Sam's thrusts and opening for his tongue. All Sam's. Anything Sam wants, Dean wants to give it to him.

Sam fucks into him hard and fast, sweat stinging the cuts decorating Dean's torso. Each thrust splits him open, fills him up, and he wants to reach between them and jerk himself off; wants it so badly he aches with it. He makes one abortive attempt and Sam growls, grabs his hands and pins them while he fucks harder, until Dean's grunting at the friction, the heat filling him, owning him, and all he can do it take it.

He struggles once against Sam, but Sam's big and heavy, and determined Dean's not going to come first. He bites at Dean's throat, sucks hard on the cut that zigzags across his collarbone, and Dean throws his head back and groans, fingers scrabbling at the sheets.

"Mine, Dean. Fucking mine," is all Sam says, panting the words hot and moist into Dean's skin. Each one's punctuated by a hard, shuddering thrust.

Dean feels it when Sam comes; feels each pulse as liquid heat pools inside him. He shakes against Sam, held right on the edge but denied going over, while Sam catches his breath.

Then it's Dean's turn.

Sam's mouth is hot and wet, sliding down over him, lapping at the cuts, at the sweat, at the pre-come slicking the tip of Dean's dick. He takes Dean into his mouth and sucks; works three fingers deep up inside Dean. It doesn't take much; Dean comes in less than a minute, orgasm curling up hot and bright to wrap around his nerve endings. He shouts Sam's name and arches, feeling each spike of pleasure as it works through him.

He tastes himself in Sam's mouth afterward, when Sam slips in close to him and kisses him gently; soft kisses that soothe and quiet him.

Later still, Sam strokes a cool, wet washcloth over him, laughing softly when Dean's too wrung out even to move, instead letting Sam shift him around. It feels good, cool over burning, and Dean can hardly keep his eyes open through it. He's already slipping into a light doze by the time Sam comes back from the bathroom and clicks the lights out.

"Thanks," he mumbles, wincing when Sam's fingers press against one of the deeper cuts. "Needed it."

"I know," Sam answers quietly. He curls himself around Dean and Dean breathes out slowly, feeling safe and loved in ways nothing else can touch. Sam touches the back of Dean's neck with his lips, and Dean feels the smile there. "Sleep, okay?"

"Mmm." He wants to say more -- something -- but it's like he can't. He's too content, too worn out, to do anything but what Sam tells him to do.

So he sleeps.

~fin~
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[identity profile] arabella-hope.livejournal.com 2007-10-22 04:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Here through a rec by [livejournal.com profile] regeneration - the instant I saw knifekink, I was clicking.

This is beautiful, just the right tone to have me holding my breath almost the whole way through, and you captured that trust and need so very well. I love the descriptors of sensation and taste that you used also. This fic is perfect.

[identity profile] mickeym.livejournal.com 2007-10-29 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
*beams* Thank you so much! I'm really glad the love and trust came through so strongly, because something like knife/bloodplay just wouldn't...work, imo, without it.

Thanks for coming over and reading, and for leaving such great feedback :)

[identity profile] thenyxie.livejournal.com 2007-10-22 07:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Good GODS. This was smoking hot, as ever. You have a way of taking kinks and making them hot and palatable and incredibly enjoyable even for those of us who don't share them. Now I'm thinking, "hmmm.... knife play, maybe that's worth checking out sometime, after all". ;P Which is possibly the highest compliment I could give to the way this was written.

"Want to fucking carve my initials in your skin."

"Do it, Sam--God, please--"

"Shouldn't tempt me"

It's dangerous, this place he's in right now. He would let Sam cut his heart out and feed it to him, if that's what Sam wanted.


THUD--GUH! See? This where ALL kinks get me; the control and power tied into them. I love how Dean's so completely undone through all this, and Sam's so totally in control, completely dominating, but still loving and not letting things get to far. The possessiveness and the ownership, and the way Dean is so UTTERLY Sam's throughout, obvious long before Sam says a single word about it. Although, when he does it's incredibly HOT, especially puncutated by thrusts of his hips, and the way he leaves Dean twisting on the edge until he's ready to let him come. Just... GAH.

And then Same so sweet and gentle, taking care of Dean afterward. I really love the way you always show the bond and love and gentleness between these two. It always shines through so beautifully.

Anyway, since I keep checking back to your journal for new fic from you periodically, I'd like to just friend you if that's all right? :)

[identity profile] mickeym.livejournal.com 2007-10-22 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
I want to respond fully to your *squeak* absolutely fantastic feedback, but that's going to have to wait until my sinus headache abates some. In the meantime, absolutely friend me, and I'll friend back :)

[identity profile] mickeym.livejournal.com 2007-10-31 04:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Man, I'm still all smile-y over your feedback :) Thank you so much for taking the time!

I'm really glad to hear that the love and trust comes through; that's really what I want to come through when I write them like this. Well, any time, but particularly when there are definite elements of domination and submission invovled.

And man, I've already decided I'm going to do a companion piece...where Sam does put his initials on/in Dean. :)

[identity profile] tj-smartz.livejournal.com 2007-10-22 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh - in the name of all things holy. I'm so fucking happy here, hot and bothered, but happy too. I followed a link from a comment in a friend's journal (well, when it said knifeplay and you as the author I clicked so fast it wasn't funny *grins*) and fuck me I'm inarticulate now. This just sent me over the edge:

"Mine, Dean. Fucking mine," is all Sam says, panting the words hot and moist into Dean's skin. Each one's punctuated by a hard, shuddering thrust.

And

"Want to fucking carve my initials in your skin." Sam bites each word into Dean's lips, into the length of his throat, and Dean feels each one throb there, branding him. He shudders and tips his head back a little further, the words dragging up out of his throat.

Well, that had me flailing (I wanna see it so badly *g*).

So, I'm mem'ing (hope you don't mind)!!!

[identity profile] mickeym.livejournal.com 2007-10-31 05:12 pm (UTC)(link)
God, it'd be awesome to see something like this happen, wouldn't it? O_O

Thanks for the great feedback! I'm glad you enjoyed the story, and I appreciate you taking the time to let me know :)

[identity profile] gottalovev.livejournal.com 2007-10-23 04:25 pm (UTC)(link)
*flails*

0_o

omg. that was so HOT! I'd love to give you the feedback this awesome fic deserves, but my brain left the building (I think its on his way to you with a ticket to Vegas and a marriage proposal)

nguh.

totally putting in memories ♥

[identity profile] mickeym.livejournal.com 2007-10-31 05:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Whoo, a marriage proposal! :) That's very complimentary :)I'm glad you enjoyed the story so much, and I appreciate you leaving feedback. Thank you :)
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[personal profile] poisontaster 2007-10-24 07:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Other than the fact that this is SMOKING HOT (Jaysus, woman!) I really love the intimacy of it; I think it's a lot easier, a lot of times, for people to write first-times because it's shiny and new and there's not the same...layering and depth of people who have been friends and lovers for a long time. Layers are HARD,yo. And I love the layers here, two people who barely have to talk to each other to get it right, because they know each other so damn well. Gnnnngh. That's a kink all its own! :D

[identity profile] mickeym.livejournal.com 2007-11-04 03:11 pm (UTC)(link)
You're just a really kinky chick, aren't you? *g*

Seriously, though--thank you. I think in some ways I prefer writing established relationships, because I like exploring those layers you're talking about (and now I'm totally thinking about the movie Shrek, and his "ogres are like onions, we have layers!" *headdesk*). Shiny and new is great, but, especially when it comes to writing kink, I want the history between them--want to explore it.

I'm rambling. Too many painkillers in my system *g* Thank you thank you, though. *snugs you*

[identity profile] fleshflutter.livejournal.com 2007-10-25 07:32 am (UTC)(link)
That is just a new level of hot. Awesome. :)

[identity profile] mickeym.livejournal.com 2007-11-04 03:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you so much! I'm glad you liked it :)

[identity profile] cha.livejournal.com 2009-03-04 10:31 pm (UTC)(link)
whoa! :)

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