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to slay thy brother abel, if thou wilt. ( abel rp blog )

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                     ❝ — it was a fit of jealousy that tore the brothers apart. literally. ❞

                                       semi-private  blog  for  abel, brother of cain,                                        son  of  adam  &  eve.  skype   is   given  to                                        mutuals. x-over, oc, & rule63 friendly. uses                                        small text & icons. multi-ship & multi-verse.

                                           [ HE CAN’T HELP BUT BE BITTER. ]

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[ : lucifer — ]

ψ  - —           “Closer to — six hundred and fifty five million,           two hundred thousand —           give or take…            At least - from my perspective.           …But who’s counting…?”

The vessel did not hamper tone and inflection, Lucifer’s voice easing out like honey sweet decadence. A dripping, soothing, lull of words, even then — a charm and a - t e m p t a t i o n - manifest now in flesh.

"I have missed our conversations."

Only the slightest angle of his head, a slow blink,  lips pulling into a smile —

"Cain is — retired. Though perhaps a harsher judgement than needed — and I wouldn’t expect any less — not for one seated on lofty perch, with the poison of propaganda bleeding into their ears for so long…”

                                  ' Talks that resulted in my death, yes. '

                 But God did  revive  him & for the  price of remaining  utmost            loyal, but  He  was  nowhere  to  be  found. That  honeyed  voice,            of which used to  whisper  in  his ear, was  now  doing  the exact            same thing. Cain would have  lived a  different life  if  he had not            caught wind of Lucifer's  attempt to coerce  him. There would be            no story of "First Murderer." No occupation as "Chief of Martyrs"            & "Judge of Souls." He would be  the demon,  while Cain would            be  heaven-bound. If he  let Lucifer tempt  him,  he would surely            fall further than Cain had done.

                         ' Yes... My brother gave Dean his Mark... A stupid                          decision, I might add. Isolation s u i t s him. '

                   He cannot let his anger  transform  into Lucifer's advantage. If             anything,  he  felt  temptation  tug  at  his  heart  strings: dark & yet             alluring. Bitterness  became  caution.  If  Dean  now  became a full             blooded  demon, it left him as a  vessel  for  Michael. If Lucifer can             persuade him,  he will score  checkmate. He  was  just as  loyal to             Heaven as  Michael was. His past  taught  him not to easily fall for             honeyed-words & soft tones.

                                    ' Maybe Cain will come and try to kill                                     me all over again out of boredom. '

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[ : sam — ]

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               ' Y-You already have the moment you decided to call me over for s-s-some... research. '

           By now, he thought himself to be loose. Open and aching with soreness already. The lust clogged any pain he experienced, for this was not pain. It was raw passion. It was Sam fucking him mercilessly into the floor like an animal. It was his descendant taking dominance over him so effortlessly, that it made him want m o r e in the future.

                            ' O-Oh... Leave more than just a mark on me, Sam... '

            The grip his legs had around Sam's hips tightened, purposefully guiding him further into him and widen him up. Only Sam's cock can truly fill him with satisfaction. In fact, he'd reserve the opportunity to dominate to Sam. Only Sam can dominate him like this.

                                       ' I will... Gladly be your bitch... At any t-t-time... '

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[ : sam — ]

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                                                       ' Y-Y-Yes, I do... '

                 Spread eagle, opened wide for Sam to take him further over the edge. Teeth bit down harder onto skin, relishing in its taste before leaning his head back to unleash a series of moans as the other ( successfully ) slammed into that spot. He did not even know he had one until now and the way it made him sweat even more increased his want. One hand dipped between them and Abel began to jerk himself off, knowing well Sam was preoccupied with fucking him deep into the floor to pay attention to a growing need.

                                            ' K-K-Keep hitting that spot, yeah...? '

              Legs lifted and hooked around Sam's waist, freely giving him enough room ( and a new angle ) to work with. Oh damn... He felt like a filthy whore, but Sam's whore -- not one of those cheap ones you can buy off the streets in a run down area or Las Vegas. No... He was one of the expensive ones; the kind that you thought to be your soul mate. The kind you often think about fucking.

                ' Make me moan l o u d e r than before, Sam. Do it so every fiber of my b-b-b-being breaks down for you... ' Eyes fluttered closed, Abel did not even get to finish what he was saying as the waves of pleasure kept hitting him at full speed. The noises he made were inhuman: he should have been born an Incubus for this.

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[ : sam — ]

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                                                    ' S-S-SAM -- ! '

             Fingers clawed harshly at the ground; aware of the lack of friction as Sam began to fuck him mercilessly, his cock lacking the attention it desperately needed. The floor will be incredibly dented by now and create a hole, but the lust clouding his mind was enough to completely obstruct his better judgement. The force created by how tight he was made him hiss -- the pain enjoyable. With nerves that went crazy at the force, he wrapped his arms around Sam's back and pulled him down for a kiss, letting the man's cock open him wider.

                                               ' I-I-It feels so... '

              Good? He has not felt this good in years! Humans did possess a raw passion that ignited during these intimate moments. Each thrust continually sent euphoric waves, causing heart to beat faster and brain go haywire. He pulled away from the kiss and bit down on curve of Sam's neck, sucking and doing what he did to his body earlier. It would leave a mark that will last for days, no doubt, but Abel wanted them to be there forever. He may have marked him as his, but he can do the same to Sam.

                                   ' Faster, Sam! I k-k-k-know you have it in you. '

                 Abel wanted Sam to fill him up with his seed. Make his ass and legs sore. Make him constantly gaze at the marks in a mirror. To make right now a memory he won't forget.

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[ : sam — ]

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             The prolonged waiting drove him crazy and his cock leaked with pre-cum, twitching in excitement. Lips parted to let out another moan: this one enough to alert anyone outside the classroom ( fortunately, he locked it up so no one can enter. People would assume that the professor already left ). He tugged at Sam's hair even more, letting out a whine that would make even a succubus blush in envy.

                         ' S-S-Sam.... I want you to fuck me like the dirty little whore I am; make me sore to the point I c-c-cannot get up for a couple days. ' A breathless moan. ' -- To the point even the angels in Heaven will take notice and k-k-k-know who pushed me into submission. ' Another moan. ' F-F-F-Fuck me until I am r a w and the only person I can think of is y-y-you. '

                              Oh will he proudly display those marks... 

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[ : sam — ]

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                    Was it the Kama Sutra? No, that book had various sexual positions drawn and explained in it. On the other hand, Sam probably knew a little Hindu -- perhaps he was wrong. The groans he released were a mixture of growls and pleasure, each driving him over the edge in tune with the changing of pace. Was Sam reading that book just for this moment? To finally claim and teach him that even the oldest of beings can be brought to their knees?

                                                   No matter what, he l i k e d it his way.

                                   ' A-a-and  you  got  hard  whenever  I                                    was around you. I do not blame you. '

                  If he could make duplicates of himself, he would fuck himself straight into oblivion. Sam was doing that job for him and boy, did he love the kisses dealt to his scars. They originally spilled open with blood, but inside his mind he pictured them spilling open with raw passion and want. For the first time in his life, he was covered in a sheet of sweat -- he did not care if the were related: very distant, that is. Heaven probably did not care either. God was nowhere to be found and almost all the angels were sent to Earth as Fallen.

               Hands dug into the floor, their force creating small craters as Sam's tongue worked inside him. Mouth agape and lungs breathless, the noises he made were absolutely sinful. Enough to earn him 500 years locked up in some dungeon in the farthest corners of Hell. Teeth dug into his bottom lip and drew blood; the hand in Sam's hair yanking -- wanting more.

                                         ' S-S-Sam, I... F-Fuck!    --                                                     P-Please... '

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[ : sam — ]

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           He gasped for air when Sam yanked his head away and forced him to the ground, eyes misted over with the same desire that consumed the other. They were both animals wanting to be unleashed, but today was Sam's turn to shine. It felt... g o o d to be the bottom -- it turned him on, needless to say.

           Abel felt cool air slam against his body, now naked and presented fully before the Winchester. His scars now displayed; one, gruesome scar directly over his heart where the supposed fatal blow was delivered unto him by Cain. They both wanted this: from his eagerness to come to Sam's obvious ruse. The texts were--

                                 ' That book was not r e a l l y one on witch-- '

             A yell, escalating into a breathy moan, escaped the confines of his throat and finally released after being locked up for so long. The biting down on his neck fueled his passion, as evident by how harsh his fingernails dragged down Sam's back before hands grabbed hold of his ass, practically kneading fingers into the soft flesh. Eyes fluttered half-open.

                                ' Sam, I -- D-D-Damn... You had all of this pent up inside                                 of you: probably masturbated to the thought of me when-                                 ever you got the c-c-c-chance!? '

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[ : sam — ]

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                               By Heaven did he love it when Sam talked like that.

         His own cock was already hard the moment he walked into the room, but he managed to hide it all in. Only now did he stuck his free hand down his own pants and jerked himself off, while expertly working on Sam's like he was made to do this. His wife was pleased with his abilities at oral sex, after all, but that was over a hundred thousand years ago. For now, he'd let himself be fully clothed -- just in case Sam loved to rip them off him when he became an... a n i m a l.

           Unwrapping his hand from his own cock, Abel held Sam's hips down with both hands, this time taking him in fully and making sure his tongue covered each and every inch: all over again, over and over: enough to drive him over the edge. He let teeth rake softly over delicate skin, honey brown eyes glancing up into Sam's before turning attention back to what was occupying his mouth.

             He let go of his hips and dragged fingernails down Sam's chest, applying extra force. Maybe he wanted Sam's students to see what went on, maybe not. He had a hunch Sam would hide it and let only he and him see it for themselves.

              Without a second thought, he quickened his pace.

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[ : sam — ] 

          “ Your help. ”

 Moving his hands away, his pants pitched a particular form. The scent of Abel was near to going to his crotch, he breathed out. His chest was rising and falling,  he moved his hips in a desperate motion. As to show him.

     “ — Abel.. I need.. you..”

                                           ' Need me? '

         Do not think your thirst went by unnoticed, Sam. Abel was more than glad to deliver what the Winchester wanted -- release. Head dipped low as he slid off the table and walked around to Sam, fingers splaying on his chest before they began to unbutton his shirt. At the pace he was going, Sam would might as well grow a little... i m p a t i e n t. However, it made the need intensify: the passion; the desire. Perhaps Lucifer whispering his ear those many centuries ago gave him an edge in this situation.

                              ' I knew this was what you wanted. Me to suck                               you off until you fuck me raw into the floor? '

              His grin widened, hands already moving to undo Sam's breeches as he buried his face into the curve of his neck, letting lips suck there. He wanted Sam to squirm and get impatient: to let his dominant side show that he oh-so loved. Out of everyone in this universe, Sam Winchester was the only one who he would gladly become the bottom to. Pulling away, he fluttered his eyes and opened his shirt, moving down to tug the pants down to reveal what he was called down here to do.

                                  ' So... you d i d inherit my genes after all. '

              Without a word, Abel licked his shaft from the bottom up before taking him entirely, using a combination of tongue and lips to suck the living life out of Sam. By the gods, only Sam can make him do this...

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[ : castiel — ]

Castiel stared at the man for a  moment,  distrust and      calm     hostility     falling off him in waves. Castiel didn’t know who he could trust  nowadays, let alone abel, the son that was supposedly  killed by Cain. He shrugged his shoulders and held  the other man’s gaze.        It was odd that Abel would want to come up just to see him,  but it wasn’t like Castiel was doing anything better.

              “Not much to see now, unfortunately.                I’m hardly the angel I was before.”

                        ' You have no reason to be so cautious of                       me, but I understand...  Considering what                       you have been through as of late. '

             Arms crossed over  his chest, brown eyes giving the          angel a scrutinizing  gaze. He, too,  did  not trust many          people  considering  what  happened  to  him. Yes, he          did talk to Lucifer, but under a  trance -- & his brother,          Cain, had to kill him because of that.

                             ' But you are Castiel, & possess his                             conviction & heart. Is that not true? '

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[ : sam — ]

               Enochian — how original, but not as much as                 it comes. But, how it was said. Near                 him, that close. His eyes fluttering shut, he                  was trying to gather himself before he opened them again.  

“ I have no idea what you’re talking about. I just need your help, that’s all. Honest. ”

       The professor’s legs rubbed, he crossed them. Teeth       biting down on his bottom lip, he refused        to answer the question. His eyes looked down       at his lap, his hands grabbed onto the            fabric of his pants for dear life.

                         ' -- To unravel the mysteries of the supernatural                        world?  Have  you  not  been  doing exactly  that                        since day one and succeeded in it? '

               A hand reached out to grab Sam by the chin, making sure          to turn  his  head  gently so no  muscles in  his neck would be          inflicted with momentary pain. Denying  the truth only made it          more amusing, especially coming from someone who was his          descendant. It made everything even worse.

                                    ' What is it that... you need? '

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[ : castiel — ]

"Abel, son of Adam."

Cas identified the man standing before him with narrowed  but  curious  blue eyes, his shoulders   tense   and   his   stature   rigid.

         “To what do I owe this…                                  ——— pleasure?”

                       ' I came down here on my own terms,                             if that would ease your mind. '

              Castiel: a powerful, honorable angel if not for his         rebellious  attitude. Not  like  he  can talk. He  was  a         very vocal man  with little room for tolerance. Maybe         the  reason  why  he  has  not  lost  his  powers  was         because he was God's grandson: & for a short time,         the vessel of the Archangel Michael.

                    ' I simply wanted to check up on good                     ol'Castiel. Judging  souls for  Paradise                     or Damnation is becoming boring. '

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           due to his occupation as the judge of souls, it is very easy for him to read the intentions/emotions of a person he's talking to. also, it helps him determine whether the person he is talking to is worth his time or not.

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[ : sam — ]

                                     Chills cascaded down his  spine, the proximity had                                       been nearly closed. The response he got, he heaved a sigh himself.                                        It showed, his chest rising and falling as the sound came out. 

             “ Abel —- C’mon, don’t you see it? If we                observe witches’ grimoires, we                   could figure out the hidden mystery of the supernatural                                   world! And you .. you can help! ”

        Hazel eyes were filled with wonder, he tore           his gaze from the grimoire, he looked right            at him. Lips parted, those pink lips of his.          Then gave them a bite, and his gazing at Abel              ended as quickly as it came. Back to the book.

                  Oh... How that lie  spilled so e a s i l y from those lips. He            was the  Judge  of  Souls & knew a  person's  true intentions            like the  back of his  hand. If he  did not, he  would  be a very            terrible judge, wouldn't he? A  chuckle passed his  lips, eyes            downcast before picking up the book & teleporting it to a far            end of the room. If Sam would tell  him why he  brought him            down here, he'd bring the book back & right in his hands.

                       ' I have been alive for over 180,000 years, Sam,                        and I am Heaven's Judge of Souls. I know when                        someone's words have a hidden intention. '

                 Abel leaned dangerously close, letting a small grin curl             the corners of his lips.  No professor  like Sam Winchester             would just call him down to do research on a topic that the             professor a l r e a d y knew, now would they?

                              ' Just tell me w h y you dragged me                                          down here -- alright? '

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PSA:

Just because I’m not replying to our thread, or your starter doesn’t mean I don’t want to roleplay with you. I’m just slow. Somedays I can write a fucking book, somedays I can’t even write my own name. It’s in the drafts I promise I am just slow as hell.