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First post here and I write something dark. *sigh*

Title: A Devil's Bargain Of Sorts
Author: Lara
Rating: NC17
Genre and/or Pairing: Sam/Gabriel
Spoilers: through 5.10 though no real references to anything outside of Gabriel's identity
Warnings: dubious consent
Disclaimer: Not mine, they belong to Kripke and the CW and probably lots of other people.
Word Count: 1768
Summary: Sam made a bargain and he's having to live up to it, no matter how little enjoyment he gets from it.
Author's Notes: I openly admit to be inspired by several recent, wonderful, darkish fics on this community that have Sam bargaining with Gabriel, offering his body to get the archangel's help. This is my version of one such bargain. Thanks especially to the inspiration of morganoconner and entangled_now.

Head pillowed on his crossed arms, body as relaxed as he could make it, Sam still couldn't hide the wince as the first oiled finger breached him. A month of this being the norm and he still couldn't relax enough to accept that.

A hand caressed his shoulder, a voice murmured, "Relax," in his ear, and he tried to obey, but he'd found that obedience in this wasn't really necessary. As long as he was here, as long as he didn't try to deny him or fight him, if his body instinctively resisted, it was acceptable. It never prevented Gabriel from getting what he wanted.

The second finger made him grunt and bite back a curse. It still hurt, no matter how careful Gabriel was, no matter how much lube was used. Sam was beginning to wonder if it ever didn't hurt. He wasn't ignorant as to why gay men enjoyed this though. As Gabriel's fingers curled and found his prostate and his vision went momentarily white with pleasure, Sam knew that was the reason.

Trapped against the Egyptian cotton sheets, his cock twitched beneath him, and he squirmed, earning him a chuckle from Gabriel and then a third finger, stretching him wider than his body wanted to be, but still not wide enough.

The archangel might be short but he wasn't small.


Sam had learned that it really didn't matter if he was or not, but he nodded shortly and closed his eyes, trying not to stiffen as Gabriel lifted him to his knees. The archangel's hands ran down his back, over his buttocks and flanks, and his mouth followed, trailing hot kisses along his spine. And then he felt the head of a cock pressing against his hole, and he breathed deeply and tried to accept.

Well-lubed, Gabriel slid in easily, but the ache was there, that ache that never really went away, staying with him back in the real world, making itself known when he'd sit too fast or be forced to run.

At least he no longer limped like he had after the first few times.

Gabriel's hand wrapped around his cock, pulling on it in time with his thrusts. Sam wasn't hard, but he also wasn't frigid, and it wouldn't be long. Digging his fingers into the pillow and clenching his teeth together, he held in the denial he wanted to growl at the creature fucking him.

Somehow it was better when he didn't enjoy it, didn't come. The bargain he'd made, the selling of his body--if not his soul, he was rather hazy on that--to the archangel was easier to accept if he just took what Gabriel did to him.

And sometimes Gabriel did just that, seeming not to care if Sam got anything out of their couplings. A month, and Sam was no closer to figuring out the former Trickster than he was when their bargain was made. Did Gabriel care for him? Did he find having this kind of power over Sam fun and amusing? Or was this some kind of punishment because Sam had gotten him to agree to help humanity in the war between Heaven and Hell?

The archangel's eyes and expression, when he wasn't smirking and being the Trickster, were unreadable and other-worldly, and Sam never forgot just what was fucking him. It might look and feel like a man, but it wasn't.

Sometimes it made him feel dirty.

Sometimes it turned him on.

Tonight seemed to be one of the latter as his cock ached and throbbed in Gabriel's hand and, as his prostate was hit again and again, he began to fuck his hips back.

He cursed then, an angry whisper into the pillow. His body betrayed him, wracked with the wild hot pleasure Gabriel could sometimes drag from it with sure hand and hungry mouth and hard cock.

Gabriel stilled his hips, buried balls deep in Sam, and leaned over his arched back to nip at his throat and murmur, "Y'know, it doesn't make you gay to come when I fuck you, Sammy. I'm just that good." And he squeezed the tip of Sam's cock.

"Bastard!" And he was coming, his vision whiting out behind his closed eyes, the pleasure so intense he stopped breathing for nearly a minute. As Sam began to collapse, Gabriel lifted off him, grabbing his hips with bruising fingers and pumping hard and fast into him until he came with a grunt.

When he pulled out, he released Sam, who fell gratefully and exhausted to the soft bed. After awhile, half-dozing, he felt the bed shift, knew Gabriel had risen, and turned slowly on his side, his muscles protesting the movement. Opening his eyes, he saw the archangel wrapped in a burgundy velvet robe lounging on a sofa, eating a chocolate bar and watching him from hooded eyes.

Reaching down, Sam dragged the sheet over himself, which seemed to amuse Gabriel, and rose on one hip. His ass hurt, he was sticky with his own cum and the oily mixture leaking from him, and he was tired. Lifting his head, he shoved his hair out of his eyes, and asked with no emotion, "Can I leave now?"

He had to be imagining the flash of hurt that crossed Gabriel's face, gone so swiftly to be replaced by the smirk of the Trickster that it had to be a trick of the light. "Why so eager to leave, Sammy?" he asked jovially.

"Don't call me that," Sam ground out.

Gabriel continued as if he hadn't spoken. "Give me a few minutes and we can go again."

Sam wondered if the instant of horror he felt showed on his face. It was replaced with resignation. This was the deal. Just because once had always been enough every time in the past month that he'd been summoned, didn't mean it had to stay that way. He had no say in any of it.

Gabriel held all the cards.

And, if truth be told, having the archangel on their side was shifting the balance towards humanity winning or at least surviving. He was keeping his end of the bargain.

So, Sam would, too.

As he turned onto his back, laying back on the pillows, feeling the ache inside him turning numb, he just wondered if he'd ever find any real enjoyment in this. It was getting better, easier to accept, not as painful or disgusting. Not like that first time, when he'd received the first phone call and, with mounting dread, texted back his location, only to find himself whisked away to a luxurious bedroom. When all he'd wanted to do was turn and run or fight him off. Looking back, Sam could see how patient the archangel had been with him, how carefully he'd prepared him and taken him. Sam hadn't enjoyed it, in fact, the first thing he'd done on being sent back to the crappy motel he was sharing with his brother was throw up, but he knew it could have been much worse.

The second time had come three days later. Three days he'd spent dreading the inevitable. That second phone call had almost been a relief.

He'd come that night, too, and hadn't made himself sick, though he'd been unable to stop the tears that had fallen as he'd showered while Dean slept obliviously in the other room, believing that the summons' from Gabriel were strategy sessions and that the archangel wanted nothing to do with the older Winchester.

The third time he'd realized a comparison he wasn't happy to make. That being with Gabriel left him as empty as being with Ruby had. There was no emotional connection. He wasn't Dean. He didn't have sex with random strangers, just to get off. For him, for it to really be good, it had to mean something. An orgasm just wasn't enough, which was why he actually preferred not to have them with Gabriel.

He didn't have any say in that, though, and Gabriel seemed to enjoy him coming as much as his body did.

The depressing of the mattress brought him rapidly out of his memories and Sam looked up to find Gabriel sitting cross-legged next to him.

"Your brother's right. You really are an emo princess."

Sam felt the hot flash of anger followed by the heating of his skin and he pushed up on his hands until he was seated as well, ignoring the jolt of pain that swift movement wrought. "Me enjoying it was never part of the deal," he snapped.

"Oh but you do enjoy it," Gabriel purred, one hand slinking beneath the sheet to caress Sam's sticky cock.

"I'm not a corpse. Physically you can make me come." He pushed the hand away, the first moment of rebellion, but Gabriel let him, resting his fingers on Sam's thigh. "Emotionally I don't feel a thing."

"Do I look like a woman who'd care about that shit?"

"You're supposed to be an angel. You're supposed to better than this!"

"You couldn't bring this up a month ago?"

"I was desperate," Sam yelled because Gabriel appeared only curious, not angry. "Why'd you make the deal?" he tried to turn the tables, "What's so great about me? Is this some kind of one-ups-man-ship on your big brother? You get there first?"

Gabriel frowned and removed his hand, lifting it and putting the thumb and middle finger together. "I think that's enough out of you for tonight."

And he snapped.

Sam found himself fully dressed and standing outside the motel door. Shaken and shivering, he hoped Dean was out so he could bypass the twenty questions and spend an hour or so under a hot shower scrubbing away the archangel's touch and trying to forget that Gabriel hadn't answered him, had been disturbed enough to send him away without the usual long, hungry, promise-filled kiss.

And why he was almost missing that kiss...which was the most ridiculous and repulsive thought ever.

Gabriel snapped away the room he'd created--a different one every time but always luxurious--to reveal the cave he was currently living in. Sitting down on the sandy floor, he draped his hands over his raised knees and wondered why he'd let the human get to him.

Why those questions...bothered him.

Sam Winchester was born to be a vessel. If not to be possessed and ridden by Lucifer, to be fucked by whatever angel or demon could claim him.

That's all he was. A sweet, tight ass.

Emotions, hah. He was an archangel. He didn't need that crap.

He really didn't.


Anyone want more?


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Jan. 17th, 2010 01:39 am (UTC)
Nope not the end. Yes, I want more. I loved what you posted.
Jan. 17th, 2010 01:55 am (UTC)
This completely broke my heart. Poor Sammy, seeing this from his POV really was pretty disturbing and angsty, but in a good way. This was wonderfully written and I would love to read more from you!
Jan. 17th, 2010 02:05 am (UTC)
*flails* Don't leave it there! Please? *whimpers* This was terrific, and showed a darkness to the relationship that I...probably shouldn;t enjoy as much as I do. XD

Truly hoping to read more of this!!!
Jan. 17th, 2010 02:54 am (UTC)
Want more? Yes!

This was very angsty yet so interesting to read. And talk anout misguided feelings.
Jan. 17th, 2010 07:06 am (UTC)
I enjoyed this, and add me to the list of people who'd like to see more of it.
Jan. 17th, 2010 07:20 am (UTC)
i absolutley LOVED this. One of my favorite Sam/Gabriel fics so far. <3 dying for more.
Jan. 17th, 2010 09:00 am (UTC)
I'm so glad someone wrote this! I'm horribly intrigued by this dark brittle side to the pairing too. Because I love that nasty undercurrent of possibilities. This is sharp and angsty and very good. I would love to see more of it.
Jan. 17th, 2010 09:01 am (UTC)
Are you kidding, of course we want more!
Jan. 17th, 2010 01:47 pm (UTC)
Wow. This is dark. Darkness wrapped up in darkness. And it's very good because underneath all the darkness and pain there is something else there. An under current of emotion from both of them that you don't let either of them admit. I like how you have Sam still so wide-eyed believing that angels should be kind and decent when he rebels against Gabriel a little.
Jan. 17th, 2010 10:06 pm (UTC)
I very much want more! You can't leave it hanging like that!
Jan. 17th, 2010 10:51 pm (UTC)
Oh, wow. I really liked this! I've never read Sam/Gabriel before, but I'm looking forward to reading more, now. XD
Jan. 18th, 2010 03:14 pm (UTC)
Yespleasemore. This is great.
Jan. 20th, 2010 08:44 am (UTC)
I loved this take on the whole Gabe/Sam pairing. :D!

Dark and angsty, just how I like it. :3
Apr. 20th, 2010 01:21 pm (UTC)
Yeah, more, please!!!!!!!!!
Apr. 20th, 2010 02:41 pm (UTC)
Hi! Glad you liked it. There is more. It's called "A Really Bad Day" or something like that and was posted about a month ago here; or you can find it at my fic journal, http://ladyoneill.dreamwidth.org/

Apr. 20th, 2010 04:10 pm (UTC)
Oh, great! I will try to search for it in your LJ. I'm a bit of a walking disaster whilst trying to find things. lol
Sep. 28th, 2010 07:44 pm (UTC)
There must be more! I need to read more!
Sep. 28th, 2010 07:51 pm (UTC)
Glad you liked it!

There is a sort of sequel, a much darker one, but then I started writing another Sam/Gabriel series and haven't returned to this one.

The sort of sequel is here: http://ladyoneill.dreamwidth.org/13098.html
Sep. 29th, 2010 02:39 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! This one was even better than the last one, and that's really saying something.

Your fics have inspired me to search out other stories of this type, which probably isn't a good thing because I'm really busy!
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