Storms (and psychos) just won't quit (WIP) NC-17

[ebonypsyche]

Pairing: evil!Faith/Angelus, evil!Faith/evil! Sam, evil!Sam/Dean (do we see a theme here?)
Rating NC-17/FRM
Word Count: 989
Summary: Nothing says love like the first time you see her slit a slayer's throat.
WARNINGS: evil!Sam, evil!Faith, graveyard sex, dirty talk, chracter death (though I'm not sorry. Just happy for the excuse), implied wincest, and voyeurism. And that's just the opening. I'll add more the next chapter.
A/N: I missed evil!Faith. So I brought her back, post-chosen and a bit harder (because I refused to relapse her into S3 Faith). Also spoilers for SPN ep. 2.14 "Born Under A Bad Sign" (yeah yeah yeah "DUH"). Love to nicole for rambling with me until 3 in the morning when this came together and to Casey who sent me in an emotional spiral which sent my muse flying (because I didn't intend for this to be done untill tomorrow)
Feedback: Does Cordy rule snark? Do I love Xander? Is Jared sexy? Same answer goes for the need I have for feedback.




That first night he saw her, he knew he had to have her.

She was standing there in the middle of the storm almost daring it to stop her as she slit the young girl's throat. A girl that Sam wanted to kill himself. She had made his skin crawl and his demon squirm as if it had been stung. He knew what it meant.

Slayer.

He'd never seen anyone embody torture like that. It was fucking mesmerizing. Stalking her prey, toying with it and looking like she got off on rush of steel connecting with flesh. It made him hard.

Sam's focus went back to the girl on the muddy ground and watched, like he knew her killer was, for the very second the light went out in her eyes. He knew he that we would know the moment of course because you tend to feel shit like the second your blood stops boiling, but there was something about watching the hope and life seep out of someone's eyes that was a once in a lifetime experience.

Their lifetime granted but still, it was something special.

The woman had moved in front of the slayer on the ground. Damn, it looks like he was going to have to wait on the feeling after all.

Where was it?

He knew the girl was dead, saw it in the way that she had leaned down and wiped the blood on the girl's denim jacket. No reason for that with the way it was pouring down, but if it's what got her off...


Suddenly it clicked. The strength, the power, the little bit of demon of her own- the killer was a slayer.

Sam chuckled to himself. This was just getting better and better. It was almost like... a hunter killing one of his own, Sam grinned at the internal struggle little Sammy gave at that thought and fingered the burn on his forearm. Go ahead Sammy, he thought, scream for me. Not surprisingly, nothing happened. Sam Winchester still thought he had some control. It was appealing.

He could see why Dean wanted him so much. Sam could be a little hellcat when he wanted to be.

No pun intended of course.

A rustle of leaves jarred him out of his musings as he looked up to see a figure approaching the girl he was already starting to think of as his.

"Got you a present" she said motioning to the dead girl on the ground. The guy turned to study it and Sam had to stifle a gasp as he instantly recongized who it was. See not many people try and suck the world into hell. A handful tops.

And only one in the past ten years.

"Faithy" Angelus chuckled. "It's all muddy."

Faith shrugged as she stripped off her jacket off. "So? We're going to be all muddy as soon as you finish draining the blood from Kennedy." She trailed a finger along the satin shirt that she knew was going to get ruined." Might as well have her blood while it's still warm."

"Remind me to reward you for being so considerate." Angelus said as he pulled the girl up, brushed her hair back and sank his fangs.

Faith smiled as she watched the picture, running her hands up her sides and tossing her hands out as she reveled in the rain and lighting. Her clothes were already beyond soaked, hugging curves that men dreamed of and girls killed for. Sam licked his lips as he thought of licking the rain off her skin after a kill. He could imagine violent nips following catlike licks and Faith clutching him squeezing the life out of him as she did some other poor girl Sam had plans to meet. Hell, what an image like that did to him. The calm simmer of his blood from being in her vicinity seemed to egg the fantasy on instead of deffer him from it, even as he saw Angelus slide behind her and undo her belt buckle. Sam held no shame as he reached for his own lowering his pants just enough to get his cock out in anticipation of what was about to happen.

Angelus slammed Faith against the headstone behind the body on the ground. He's give her gratitude when they got back to the house they were staying at ( killing the owners does wonders for seduction). But right now he wanted cold, hard and fast. Just like her.

Faith seemed to want the same thing, ripping down his pants as he was ripping down hers, and using the leverage of the slightly broken headstone to pull Angelus to her as she wrapped her feet around his ass. She wasn't sure whose force got him in her, she just didn't want it to stop.

"Fuck Faith, If I only knew what a slut you could be, I'd wouldn't have tried to kill you last time you were around me." A few thrusts later he seemed to change his mind. "Okay, maybe I would."

Faith decided that they weren't doing this right if he was still talking. Sinking her nails into his hips until she was almost sure something broke, she pulled him to her over and over and was soon rewarded with breathless pants from a smug son of a bitch who didn't need to breathe.

Sam's hand never left his cock. His rhythm matched theirs, especially as Faith seemed to pick up steam. It was too soon when he felt a familiar tightening and the need to bite his lip to keep from shouting.

Angelus had no such qualms. His completion came with expletives that would have had any other girl blushing and ashamed.

It only pushed Faith over the brink.

Sam used the distraction to slip out. He wanted her more than ever now but he knew to get her would require more than just the tortured puppy dog act he had planned to use on Dean. Looked like he had to rely on Sammy's knack for research and look up a rogue slayer named Faith.

He could multi-task.

[ebonypsyche]

Chapter 2.

Two days later it was still raining cats and dogs. Sam walked into the hotel room and grinned to himself aboutt the weather. For what he had planned, this was too perfect. Besides, the rain reminded him of a certain slayer. He had looked her up and saw at once that she had the potential to be something devastating. But she had let a conscience and guidance of all things stop her. He would've worried about her reverting yet again but he remembered the company she was with. Angelus would want her this way. He would either bring it out and encourage the killer she could be or he would leave her broken and so messed up that she could see nothing but pain and hate and violence.

It didn't matter to Sam. Either way he would have her.

"C'mon Sam," he heard Dean say, "Say something."

Sam turned to Dean. "Just get some sleep and get out of here in the morning. That's it? Murder, Dean. That's what I did." Three, two, one...

"C'mon Sammy, that wasn't you."

Good boy, Sam thinks. If he didn't want to kill the fucker so badly, he'd want to see how far that blind loyalty really went.

"Maybe it was," was all he said.

"What the hell does that mean?" Dean asked starting to look a little annoyed.

Or scared.

"I mean the yellow eyed demon says that he has plans for me and then I kill someone." Sam sat on the bed remembering the smell of blood and split flesh and had to get himself under control. "I don't know what I'm going to do." It was a heady feeling, turning someone's fears against them. Sam was screaming inside. Screaming at the demon for doing this, threatening things he would never get a chance to do. And he was screaming at Dean, begging him to just end this already. Please.

Just like that, Sam thought back, maybe he'll hear you .

He heard rather than saw Dean sit next to him. "I already told you. We're going to get the hell out of here and forget about this." He patted Sam's leg to reassure him.

"Yeah okay," was the dejected response.

The thing about seduction is timing. Well, that and emotions, which was what Sam knew Dean was fighting that second. He was torn between his pseudo exclusive heterosexuality and comforting Sammy the way he knew best. Of course, it would lead him to sleep with his little brother.

Again.

As usual, comforting Sam won out. It always would.

And Sam chose that exact second to turn away.

So it had become laced with a challenge. Familiar territory that Dean was sure he'd win at. Simple caresses in spots he shouldn't have known about and a few moments later Sam was turning to Dean, forgetting everything that had happened that day.

Or at least Sam assumed that what Dean's thinking. Because right now Sam is letting Dean fall into comfort. Out of the role of brother into the role of lover.

Which, disappointedly, doesn't take that long.

Damn pseudo exclusive heterosexuality.

So Sam just whispers, "yes," "please," and, when Dean finds Sam's cock strained against useless boxers, "fuck". Sam's memories weren't enough preparation for how intense Dean could be.

Like how Dean circles a nail under the head of his cock and trails it along a vein he finds there.

Or the surprisingly soft way Dean's fingers handle his nipples even as the coolness causes Sam to hiss, careful to make sure he doesn't call out Dean's name.

What really gets Sam though is the way Dean sucks cock. His hand comes down to curl Dean's hair (and really shouldn't he get that his beloved Sammy wouldn't be this selfish in bed yet? Maybe there's some other secrets that he should know) and arches a little more. Anything to get more of that suction, more of that whatever the fuck he's doing with tongue and teeth that very second that causes the little arches to practically lift them both off the bed and screams as he comes..

"Faith!"

It's funny how one word can cause such strong reactions on the inside and out.

[IceBlueRose]

Oh damn, I forgot how bad I felt for Dean at the end of chapter two. Can't you just imagine when he hears Faith's name instead of his own and then Sam's reaction on the inside? Yikes.

And hey! Didn't you write a part of this where Faith and Sam torture Jo? LOL.

Although, I'm wondering if they actually kill Dean or if vil!Sam will decide that keeping him alive and thinking Sam's left him (again) is more fun. Because then there's the opportunity to turn him evil. Or for more fun.

....I can hope!

[Raven]

Oh wow. Hotness.

I love how you've gotten this going and I totally want more! LOL. Poor Dean, but see, he needs to become like an Evil!Dean and then they can have evil!sex. If there is even such a thing...

And you've nailed Angelus (no pun intended) so well that it makes me drool over him! Please tell me you have more coming

[ebonypsyche]

admin said:

Oh damn, I forgot how bad I felt for Dean at the end of chapter two. Can't you just imagine when he hears Faith's name instead of his own and then Sam's reaction on the inside? Yikes.

And hey! Didn't you write a part of this where Faith and Sam torture Jo? LOL.

Although, I'm wondering if they actually kill Dean or if vil!Sam will decide that keeping him alive and thinking Sam's left him (again) is more fun. Because then there's the opportunity to turn him evil. Or for more fun.

....I can hope!

now hun, you know I can't tell you what happens to Dean. Well I could but I'm evil.

[IceBlueRose]

You could. And then we could hold it over Raven. *brightens* See? We could be evil together!

You know it'd be fun. *nods*

[pyrodescorpio2]

ok i've been waiting for feakin ever for an update.... i need more yo! :0) great start hun!

[Raven]

admin said:

You could. And then we could hold it over Raven. *brightens* See? We could be evil together!

You know it'd be fun. *nods*

Now see normally I'd be upset about this "holding something over me" LOL. But I will deal if it means an update!