Supernatural fic: Private Performance, Sam/Gabriel NC17, for verito295's birthday!

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Title: Private Performance
Author: munchkinofdoom
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Sam/Gabriel, Dean, Crowley, brief appearances by Bobby and Castiel
Rating/Category: NC17 slash, PWP
Word-count: 1570
Spoilers: a missing scene from 5x21, with spoilers for 5x19, 5x20 and 5x21.
Summary: The archangel Gabriel always has a plan
Warnings: CONSENT ISSUES. An archangel being very, very carnal? This is Gabriel, after all!
Disclaimer: Supernatural and its characters are the property of Kripke and CW. No money is being made from this fanfic.
Notes: A little bird (joereaves *g*) told me that verito295 was hoping for Sam/Gabriel for her birthday, and then the porn!bunny bit. *veg*
Thank you to fredbassett and mercilynn for the beta, and especially to merci for US-picking. *smooches*


Private Performance

"Wakey wakey, Sammy-boy!" A hand lightly slapped Sam's face and then softly cupped his cheek. "We're on the clock, Sam, so come on!"

Sam's eyes flew open in alarm. He knew that voice – which made this completely impossible. He blinked up at the naked man leaning over his body. His naked body.

"What the hell?"

"Can't sleep now, Sam," Gabriel said, leaning closer. The archangel's lean chest pressed against his own, the beating of their two hearts almost in tandem.

Sam stared down at his chest. "How the hell are you doing that?" Sam asked. Then he looked up at Gabriel's smirk and glared. "And I thought you were dead."

"Always know where the back exits are."

Sam blinked. "Does that mean you're not dead?"

"No, Sammy, it means we're pushed for time here."

Sam blinked again and tried to push Gabriel's body off of him as he looked in shock at his surroundings. This wasn't Bobby's place. This was something straight out of a porn set. Gabriel's porn set.

The archangel – the dead archangel – just leaned closer, his eyes filling all of Sam's field of vision. His hands grasped Sam's head and shook him lightly. Then he grinned.

"You're dead," Sam repeated.

Gabriel sighed long-sufferingly. "I know."

"I'm dreaming."

Gabriel shook Sam's head again. "Listen up, Sammy!"

"Stop doing that!" Sam pulled Gabriel's hands away, glaring as he did so. Gabriel's grin just widened. "And get off me!"

"Listen, kiddo, I said I don't have much time and I meant it." Gabriel caught Sam's hands in his, pinning them down until their hands sunk into luxuriant, crimson bedding. Then, his grin turning into a leer, the archangel rocked his hips against Sam's, forcing a groan. "That's it," he crooned, rocking again, his own breath stuttering.

"No, I don't want this."

"Not up for discussion."

Gabriel ground his groin against Sam's again, and Sam groaned as he felt his cock begin to fill. He bent his knees, arching off the bed, but Gabriel didn't budge, riding him like he was a bronco. Sam could feel the angel's erection against his own and he swore, trying with all his might to shake him off, free his hands, but Gabriel just rode him out.

"Listen, Sam." Gabriel demanded. "Listen to me."

"Get off me!"

"No." Gabriel let go of Sam's hands and grabbed his head again, pinning him with his gaze. "I need you to listen."

"Why?" growled Sam.

"Because I don't have much time and you need to be ready."

"Why here? And get off of me!"

Gabriel slid back up Sam's body and leaned in until their noses almost touched, and his breath gusted warmly over Sam’s face as he answered, "It's here or nowhere."

"Then I pick nowhere," Sam said flatly, his frown turning into an outright glower.

"Aw," Gabriel crooned as his grip softened into a distracting stroking of the tender flesh behind Sam's ears. "You'll be pouting next."

Sam could feel the blush as it spread across his face and down his throat. Damned angels!

Gabriel's breath brushed softly against Sam's face again as he leaned closer, his mouth opening as he hovered over Sam's tightly pressed lips. "C'mon, Sam, open up," he whispered. "Let me in."

"What are you? A vampire?" Sam laughed, making the mistake of opening his mouth to reply. Gabriel dived in, his tongue sliding between Sam's teeth and dueling with the tongue he met there. The angel tasted of milk and honey, with a faint, bitter after-taste, and Sam almost laughed at the allusion.

"That's better," whispered Gabriel as he pulled back just a little, just far enough to meet Sam's gaze. "That's it, don't fight me, Sammy."

"Why?" he whispered in return.

"Because you need this, baby."

Sam growled, almost regretting as the mood slipped back into antagonism. "I don't need anything from you. From anybody!"

"Then you'll face Lucifer alone."

That was enough to shut Sam up and he looked up at the angel above him, confused.

"You have three of the rings, and you have the bait," Gabriel fleetingly pressed his lips to Sam's and then pulled back again. "But that won't be enough."

"What will be, then?"

"Me."

Sam started to struggle again, his voice rough and panicked as he said, "I won't be your vessel!"

"Stop it, Sam! Listen." Gabriel caught his head again and made Sam face him. "There isn't enough of me left to fill a goldfish."

"Goldfish?"

"First thing that came to mind. Shut up and let me do this." Gabriel let go of Sam's head and slid his hands down Sam's throat as he slid down his body.

Sam couldn't help but note the absurdity of being raped by a dead angel who was shorter than him.

Then Gabriel sighed as their hips aligned again and he began to rock back and forth. Sam groaned and tried not to react, but soon he began to respond again to the relentless, remorseless, gentle ministrations.

The room was soon filled with their gasps and groans. Gabriel reached out, catching Sam's hands again and meshed their fingers, the angel's grasp tightening and releasing with each thrust of their cocks against each other. Then Gabriel let go of one hand, balancing himself against Sam's grip with the other, and lifted his body. His free hand grasped Sam's cock and he began to descend.

"No! No, you'll hurt yourself. You'll hurt me!"

Gabriel threw his head back and laughed as he continued to lower himself. "My sandbox, Sammy. My rules." He smirked as Sam's cock slid easily into his tight channel. "Self-lubricating ass, Sammy-boy. One of the perks of being an archangel."

"Bastard…" Sam breathed as he fought his body's demands to just give in and thrust. "You could have told me."

"Worried about me, Sam?" Gabriel grinned.

Sam just glared and decided, fuck it, if an archangel wanted to get fucked he might as well enjoy it too. He shook his other hand free of Gabriel's grip and grasped the angel's hips, and then he just gave in to the moment and let his body have its way. His hips snapped forward, lifting Gabriel bodily off the bed with each thrust, and the angel just laughed breathlessly and rode him.

Moaning as heat built in his belly and spread out with each thrust into the tight body riding him, Sam was mesmerized by the sight above him. Gabriel's head was thrown back, his eyes staring sightlessly at the ceiling and, with each thrust, the archangel's eyes glowed more and more golden until the light haloed his head with its loose, sweaty curls.

Then, with each of the angel's moans, a soft miasma of golden light escaped his parted lips. Gabriel laughed as he lifted a hand and watched as the light played about his splayed fingers. "It's working, Sam," he said. Then Gabriel looked down and Sam gasped. The angel's eyes were gone, the sockets barely visible behind the bright golden light that burned from them. "It's working."

Almost of its own volition, Sam's orgasm broke over him and he drove up and into the angel's body, lifting them both clear of the bed. Gabriel shouted as his own orgasm overtook him, and Sam screamed as incandescent light erupted from the angel's cock and splattered over his belly, burning as it soaked into his flesh and disappeared. Then the body above him disintegrated into blindingly bright angelic wings that scattered into tiny particles of golden light almost before they had time to fully form. The air was filled with the rushing sound of light and then the particles fell to the bed like a shower, covering Sam's naked body and disappearing, leaving behind the faintest touch of fire and feathers.

"God, Gabriel," Sam whispered as the room dissolved around him and his brother's concerned face came into focus.

Castiel stood behind Dean, his own tired face focused on Sam.

"Sam?" Bobby asked, wheeling toward him.

"It was Gabriel…" Sam said, looking into Dean's eyes. Dean blinked, his eyes widening, and he hurriedly checked out the room. Sam knew he wouldn't find anything out of place.

Except maybe the demon, who was keeping his distance. Sam cocked his head at Crowley.

"I'm fine out here, mate," the demon responded. "That room's too full of angel dust for my liking."

The two brothers just looked at Crowley, who shrugged. "One angel is more than enough, thank you very much. Well, are we doing this or not?"

"Yeah," Dean replied. "We still have to find Death and stop the Zombie Apocalypse. Time to go, Sammy," he said, stepping away from the couch to let Sam up.

Sam grabbed a change of clothes and headed for the bathroom. Closing the door behind him, he splashed some water on his face and looked up just in time to see a soft golden light behind his irises. He gasped, and was shocked when a small spray of light was carried out on his breath.

Sam closed his eyes and when he opened them again the golden glow was gone. But he could feel it deep inside of him, a soft warmth that smoldered behind his eyes and tasted of honey on his tongue.

Maybe this would actually work: this mad, suicidal plan of his that Dean and Bobby were so set against. But Gabriel had believed, and now, Sam hoped that maybe he could actually do this, that he could cage Lucifer.