They call me Gabriel.

@Sam

Sam tugged at Gabriels shirt, pulling it free. His hands returning as soon as possible to stroke over the angels skin. He explored the muscles over Gabriels shoulders, down his back, fingers digging into the meat beneath Gabriels belt with frustration. Sam pushed foward on his feet, raising his knees, pushing against Gabriels chest with his own and forcing the angel back onto the bed. He almost forgot for a moment, that for all his size and strength, Gabriel could easily overpower him with a thought. Sam was used to being the biggest, the strongest. A shiver of excitement ran through him.

Licking back up to Gabriels neck, Sam pressed his lips close to the angels ear. He couldn’t quite believe what he was feeling.

I want…

Sam said, removing the angels belt for the second time that day, breathing heavily and lustfully against Gabriels skin.

…to fuck you.

Gabriel shivered at Sam's words, his mind momentarily going blank from Sam's very, very appealing bluntness. With some difficulty, he managed a flippant, if not witty retort.

Bet you say that to all the pretty angels.

Sam was taking charge, and Gabriel couldn't say that he minded much. Or at all, really. The only thing he minded was that Sam was still fully clothed, putting a barrier between them. Problematically, he couldn't reach the buttons of Sam's shirt from his current position.

Now. Clothes. Off.

He tugged insistently at the back of Sam's shirt. He could, of course, just mojo it off, but that seemed like cheating somehow. He wanted to hear the cloth slide off of Sam's skin. He wanted to watch as more and more of Sam's body revealed itself to him. Gabriel's breath caught at the thought, his fingers raking across Sam's back.

@Sam

#yourebossyandshort #richard speight jr has lovely eyes #i might even venture to say the loveliest of eyes

Sam almost fell over his feet on the way across the room. Though he didn’t sit next to Gabriel, he dropped to his knees, shuffling between the angels legs, now the perfect height to look him in the eye. They held the same mischeivous glint as ever, but Sam couldn’t see a shred of malice. He remembered them blazing with anger, raging with fire when Sam and Dean has refused to say yes to his brothers. But that expression was no where to be seen, replaced by something Sam was pretty sure he currently mirrored.

You’re still too far away.

Sam said, reaching forward and tugging Gabriel closer, moving in so his legs rested against the bed and they were pressed against each other. Sams hands moved up the front of Gabriels shirt, thumbing the buttons open, he ran his hands across the exposed skin, dropping his face to bite across the angels neck, down his collarbone.

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OOC: RSJ has beautiful eyes…

Hnnngh….

Gabriel agreed completely with Sam's sentiments, and greatly approved of Sam taking steps to correct that unfortunate failure. Gabriel could feel Sam's heartbeat against his chest, Sam's warm breath on his skin, Sam's chest expanding and contracting with every inhalation and exhalation.

He moaned when Sam's teeth nipped at his neck and inclined his head to nuzzle affectionately against the top of Sam's head. One hand threaded itself into Sam's hair while the other found its way to Sam's collar, pushing the fabric aside so that Gabriel could see the bite mark he'd left there. He ran his thumb over it with an odd fascination, his touch gentle but his demeanor possessive.

@Sam

Well, you’re the one ‘slumming it’ with a human…

Sam grinned kicking away from the door. He closed the distance between them in three easy strides. This close Sam had to almost look straight down. The angels eyes looked like liquid amber in the late afternoon sunlight, with flecks of green and gold. Sam swallowed, suddenly nervous.

Leaning down he placed a kiss on Gabriels lips. Not the hungry, desperate kisses from the alley, but slow, exploratory, licking lightly across his lips before pressing more firmly. He allowed his hands to wander, dropping them to Gabriels waist, slipping them beneath his shirt and stroking slowly and lightly across the warm skin of the angels hips and back. Sam moaned into Gabriels mouth as he felt his own lust stirring him physically. This time though, Sam wanted to take time to truly appreciate the man… the angel in front of him.

He broke the kiss, breathing heavily, and attempted to focus on the buttons on Gabriels shirt. Swallowing again Sam met Gabriels gaze… those eyes… His own flickered unconciously to the bed behind them.

Um…

Sam hesitated.

Gabriel didn't let it register on his face, but hearing Sam use the word 'slumming' immediately brought back unpleasant memories of his last few moments on earth. Lucifer had called Gabriel out on his 'slumming,' though he'd been referring to his former relationship with Kali. Gabriel couldn't help but wonder what Luci would think of this. Of Sam and Gabriel. Lucifer's murdered brother and his defiant vessel. Together. Luc would probably be pissed. At whom, though, Gabriel wasn't really sure...

Gabriel was glad when Sam's probing tongue managed to distract him from those thoughts. He really didn't want to think about his brother right now. Not when there were so many far-more-interesting things he could be focusing on. Like Sam's lips. And his hands. And the wonderful noises he was making. And, oh, right, Sam needed to breathe.

Gabriel watched with some amusement as Sam tried to find the best words to use to get him into bed. Really, it's not like he would have to try very hard. Gabriel stepped away from Sam, letting his hands linger for a moment before they too were pulled away. He walked over to the bed and flopped down to a sitting position on the edge, patting the space next to him encouragingly. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes, and his grin didn't help.

Come on, Sammy. Sit. Take a load off.

@Sam

Huh?

Sam couldn’t make out the words mumbled into the back of his hand. Shrugging he started out of the alley, past the coffee shop towards the motel. It was only a couple of blocks away. And they were walking through the streets, holding hands like a normal couple. They received a few stares from passers-by as they walked. A couple grinned at them, and there were more than a few disapproving looks. Sam met their gazes steadily. If they disapproved of Sam being with this ‘man’, then they’d be sure to shit bricks if they knew he was an angel. He couldn’t help but laugh again.

At the door to the motel Sam fumbled in his pocket, his hand was shaking slightly as he pushed the key in the door and swung it open, practically dragging Gabriel in behind him. Slamming the door shut he flicked the latch, turning to face the angel, taking a moment to just stare. He cast his eyes over Gabriel, now looking perfect and composed, a familiar grin on his face. Sam was a mess, his heart was thudding in his chest and he was still rumpled from the alley.

Welcome to the Ritz…

Sam quipped.

…we have warmish and cold running water…a fully stocked mini bar…

He nodded to the case of beer on the counter.

…and a fully trained masseuse.

He chuckled and indicated the ‘magic fingers’ box next to the bed.

Gabriel had expected that Sam would let go of his hand once they were in the public eye, and was immensely pleased to find that wasn't the case. In fact, the archangel was practically skipping from joy, though that might have had more to do with the fact that Sam's stride was rather longer than his own. Still, Sam's endearing insistence on holding his hand had its own unpleasant consequences.

Every so often, Sam's grip would tighten near-imperceptibly, and Gabriel would follow his gaze to some judgemental douchebag. Gabriel, true to form, passed some judgement of his own, ensuring with a thought that the bigots would be having a rather unpleasant couple of days. He made sure not to draw Sam's attention to it. He wasn't sure where Sam stood on the whole 'handing out just desserts' thing -- he hadn't been particularly in favor of it before, as Gabriel recalled. The archangel had the decency to feel a twinge of guilt -- not for giving the assholes what they deserved, but for having to hide it from his human.

Sam's enthusiasm in getting Gabriel into his motel room was oddly adorable, and Gabriel couldn't help the grin that spread across his face. When Sam gave him the 'grand tour,' so to speak, Gabriel took a few steps into the room and looked around appraisingly at the modest accommodations.

You sure know how to show a girl a good time,

he drawled, winking at Sam.

@Sam

Sam intertwined his fingers with Gabriels. Holding hands with an angel… He felt a little bit like a schoolkid with a crush on the teacher.

Sam paused when Gabriel asked where they were going. He’d pretty much been about to drag the angel back to his motel room, thanking whatever deities out there that for once he wasn’t on a hunt with his brother. But he hadn’t really thought that far. Shrugging he grinned at the angel.

Anywhere? Everywhere? Or back to the motel? That’s all I can offer…

Gabriel raised their linked hands and pressed his lips reverently to the back of Sam's. He drew back slightly only to murmur a promise against Sam's skin.

Wherever you go, I'll follow.

He meant it in every possible sense. He'd follow Sam to the ends of the earth, to Hell, even back to Heaven if he had to.

Mm, not quite that sweet i'm afraid. Although i do like marshmellows now and then. -offhandedly- Not that it has much to do with the topic-- well, sweet things, i suppose...Yes, you. -rolls eyes- I'm a bit of a renegade now, although i suppose Cas' had a lot to do with that, but you did too in part. Mm... -taps chin- ...Helping Castiel, the daft little angel-boy that he is, getting himself into all sorts of things lately...

I can't decide whether to be flattered or offended. -bemused smirk- You call me a role model then you say it's only 'in part'.

What sort of th-- nevermind. Don't tell me. I don't want to get involved.

#pocketfulsofsunshine

@Sam

Sam looked down at Gabriel, feeling his breath flush across his neck. They were both a rumpled mess and in similar states of temporary undress. And the whole situation was ridiculous and fabulous and Sam couldn’t help it…

…Did you miss me?…

…he started laughing. Sam slid his hands beneath Gabriel’s shirt, reached around and stroked the muscles across his back and hips.

Yes.

He said simply. And it was the truth. More so now than ever. Sam looked at the expression on the angels face, a little confused. He looked unsure, or worried… Sam couldn’t tell.

Gabriel?

He spoke softly, voice concerned.

Please… don’t…

Sam pulled his arms away, reaching up to grab Gabriel’s hands and tug them away from his shirt. He quickly fastened his jeans. Looking up and down the alley, he frowned. Stepping away from Gabriel, he caught one of his hands and tugged on it.

Come on… Let’s get out of here.

Sam's laughter was a bit off-putting, and Gabriel thought he understood now exactly what Sam had meant when he'd said he never knew if Gabriel was serious or not. Sam said he had missed Gabriel, but... even if he had, surely not very much, right? What was there to miss? Sam had to be exaggerating, or just telling him what he wanted to hear. And yet, the hunter's expression was so openly, acutely sincere when he spoke that Gabriel couldn't help but doubt his nagging self-doubts.

When Sam pulled away, Gabriel had to force himself to let him go, his gut twisting painfully. He felt a wave of relief when Sam's touch returned, grabbing hold of his hand. Gabriel allowed Sam to pull him away from the wall. He gestured with his free hand, making his clothes right themselves.

Where to?

@Sam

Sam flinched as Gabriels teeth pierced his skin. The pain sudden and surprisingly welcome.

Ahhh…

It was part exclamation, a sharp intake of breath and arousal. He felt Gabriel spasm, thrusting into him and the warm sticky fluid as it covered Sam’s hand and the front of his shirt. Sam pressed his forehead against the angels, working him through his climax, not releasing pressure or slowing until he felt the Gabriel relax against him, gasping. The shout had shocked Sam, but the tone of it was ultimately desirable, the sound of release and ecstasy. It took Sam’s breath away, and would have stirred him had he not already been spent. Sam’s breathing was ragged, he was trembling with excitement and was still in a state of disbelief.

He waited for Gabriel to catch his breath, desperate for more contact. He wanted to prolong this moment, their closeness, this intimacy for as long as possible as he wasn’t sure if he would ever have it again. He pressed his body fully against the angels, crushing him urgently against the wall and kissed him like it was the end of the world…

Sam's desperation mirrored Gabriel's own as the archangel kissed the human back with fervor. His arms were wrapped around Sam in an effort to keep him close. His hands held the fabric of Sam's shirt in vice-like grips, refusing to let Sam move away. Gabriel had been around long enough to know that good things never last. Not when you're an immortal celestial being. Not when you're Gabriel. So, he would take what he could get for as long as he could get it.

They had so little time -- especially with everything going the way it was. Less, considering the Winchesters' tendency to always be on the front line and in constant danger. Even less, considering the fact that Gabriel would probably go happily to a second death to save Sam, or Dean, or even Bobby, to keep his favorite human alive and his little family intact. Gabriel had seen him without Dean and Bobby -- he'd even caused it himself -- and he wasn't planning on letting that happen again. Gabriel was expendable. Sam... Sam had been fine while Gabriel was dead.

Gabriel broke the kiss, but kept his arms where they were, and even tightened them a fraction. He didn't think he physically could let go at this point. He looked at Sam with pained eyes, trying to keep the anguish out of his voice as he asked,

Did you miss me?

@Sam

Sam wriggled between the wall and the angel, trying to find more space to manouvre… Gabriels body leaning forward wasn’t aiding in his current task. Grabbing the angel by the shoulder he turned him shoved him against the wall, he might not have angelic powers enough to make the very earth tremble, but damnit, if he was going to do this he was going to do it properly.

Gabriel looked unnaturally dishevelled, flushed and a bit spaced out… and to be completely honest, totally hot. Sam moaned at the sight, dipping his head and biting along the angels jaw. His hand still stroking firmly sped pace at the angels request, and he moved the other to join it, holding tightly to the base of Gabriels cock while the other provided whatever motion elicited the best reaction….

Gabriel wasn't sure if he preferred having Sam against the wall or Sam having him against the wall. Either way, Sam was the most stunning creature Gabriel had ever seen, stirring something deep and animalistic inside him. The wall was bruising his shoulderblades, especially since he was arching against it in pleasure from every other stroke of Sam's hand. But then Sam did something absolutely un-fucking-believable with his wrist and without thinking Gabriel pressed his teeth against Sam's collarbone, biting down hard.

He tasted blood. That... that was definitely going to leave a mark. The thought of Sam carrying a reminder of Gabriel on his body sent a visceral thrill through the archangel, pushing him over the edge. He came with a shout, Sam's name mixing with garbled Enochian on his lips.

@Sam

Sam tried to catch his breath, then tried to catch Gabriel as he leant into him. Sam’s head was fuzzy and he’s a little dopey, but he can clearly see… no… he can feel… the angels urgency. And after what he’d just done for Sam… well… there really was no question of obliging. Sam grinned fumbled with Gabriels pants, pulling away his belt and tugging them down to free his cock from the confines of the fabric.

Sam gripped firmly, running his thumb across the tip and around the head, before stroking gently down the length. He used his other hand to tip the angels head up to his, sloppily biting into his lip and breathing heavily into the kiss.

What? Tell me what you want Gabriel?

Gabriel's eyes squeezed shut and he let out a somewhat-embarrassing keening noise when Sam grasped his cock. He bucked into Sam's grip. Then, his head was tilting backwards and it took him a few seconds -- long enough for his eyes to readjust to being open again -- to realize that Sam was kissing him. But then he wasn't; he was asking Gabriel what he wanted.

A snarky response came to mind -- what exactly did Sam think he wanted -- but he disregarded it. It would've taken muscle control that Gabriel didn't have at the moment to speak coherently, and besides, Sam wanted him to be serious, and Gabriel was going to do that to the best of his ability.

I-- I want... Sam-- faster...!

More than you know, brother. -conjures up a glass of wine- Would you like some? It's quite delicious.-smiles slightly- But i do enjoy our talks, Gabe. You're something of a role model for me, you know.

Only if it's sweet. Really, really sweet.

Ha! A role model? Me? What have you been getting up to lately? Aside from stealing from Heaven, I mean.

#pocketfulsofsunshine

@Sam

Sam choked out another breath, making an odd high pitched keening noise, as Gabriel quickend his mouth and tongue. The tight wet feeling, the motion and simply the sight of the angel on his knees in front of Sam was enough to drive him to orgasm.

Sams head tipped back against the wall, his eyes closed, mouth open as he cried out, groaning and thrusting forward with his hips. He came, shaking and sweating, moaning with the sudden release. His legs were truly trembling now, Sam groped against the wall for support.

(Sammehs ‘I came’ face… XD)

Gabriel lapped up the fruits of his labor, not letting a drop go to waste. Sam's reaction was everything he'd hoped for and more, and Gabriel couldn't hold himself back. He surged upwards from his kneeling position, pinning Sam's larger frame to the wall and burying his face in Sam's chest. With a moment's maneuvering, he managed to press his crotch against Sam's leg.

S-Sam...

he gasped into Sam's shirt, his voice muffled. He ground himself against Sam, trying to achieve his own release. It wouldn't take much, at this point.

-sad smile-You're alive... That's all that matters...-feels a rush of cold as he fades away completely, the Cage reclaiming him, his Grace no longer able to maintain the projection outwards-

No--

-his hands fall through the space where Lucifer's projection had been, and he clasps them to his chest, breathing heavily and shaking as he sinks to the floor-

...that's not all that matters...

#youwillsayyestome

@Sam

Sam felt Gabriel hum around his cock, and his stomcah knotted. He could feel a familiar pressure building. A combination of his want, his need to be with Gabriel, the universe exploding wrongness of the whole situation and the fact that the angel now had Sam at his absolute mercy was just about pushing him over the edge. No. It couldn’t be over so… so quickly. A low desperate whine escaped his throat as Sam tried to hold back.

Uh…oh… uh… Gabriel.

Sam tugged on the angels hair.

Gabe? I’m… I’m close.

Sams leg began to shake.

Gabriel bobbed his head in acknowledgement, redoubling his efforts. He kept his eyes trained on Sam's face. He wanted to see Sam's expression when he reached orgasm; he craved it, in fact. Just the thought of what Sam might look like in that state -- and all because of Gabriel, what Gabriel was doing to him -- had the archangel groaning with lust, his hips rutting against nothing in an unconscious attempt to assuage his own arousal.