(This is very much bordering on non-con and tortureat the beginning, but it ends up consensual. JSYK. Also I'm sorry, but with kinks/prompts like these, how can I possibly keep the sadistic part of my Muse back? O.o )
It's a Glock, Gabriel notices, and closes his eyes when he feels the cold metal against his temple. He's breathing heavily, his body heaving, arms stiff with trying not to move or fight the handcuffs restraining him. "Brother," he whispers.
Lucifer shushes him and trails a cold finger across Gabriel's cheek, too gentle for the harshness of the situation.
"No, Gabriel," Lucifer says very calmly, his voice so quiet Gabriel struggles to hear it at all, "I need you to be very, very still."
Gabriel lets a whimper escape his throat, and his brother shushes him again.
The gun moves, trailing oh, so slowly across his forehead until it rests right between his eyes.
"Do you want me to pull the trigger?" Lucifer asks calmly.
"No. Please." Gabriel bites back another apology; a reason for Lucifer not to do it.
Lucifer makes a 'hmmm'ing sound. The gun trails further down, nudging against his lips. They are firmly pressed together. Gabriel can smell metal and gunpowder and death.
"Open."
He does. By God, he does. Gabriel still has his eyes closed, and he manages to keep the tears at bay while his brother fucks the Glock in and out of his mouth.
"You look good like this," Lucifer muses, his voice nearly in Gabriel's ear.
Gabriel sobs.
"Ssh, don't cry," Lucifer soothes him and kisses him on the temple. "You know why you're here." The gun slips out.
"I didn't tell him, Luci," Gabriel gasps out, voice wrecked already. "I swear. I didn't tell them anything."
"Shush, Gabriel." And the gun is forced back in, the movements rougher now.
Gabriel grunts in discomfort, but stays still. He knows the gun is loaded, and he also knows his brother's anger.
Finally Lucifer seems pleased, and the gun trails down Gabriel's bare chest until it rests against his heart.
"My blood kin," Lucifer says quietly and cocks the gun.
"Luci, please, you have to believe me," Gabriel sobs out.
"If you didn't tell Michael where I was hiding, who could it have been, Gabriel?" Lucifer's voice never wavers, never sounds angry. Just coldly detached.
"I don't know. I don't know, but it wasn't me," Gabriel says, shaking his head slowly. "You know I've always been on the outside. I'm neutral. I don't want anything to do with this."
Lower still, the gun slips, until finally the chilled metal is nudging against Gabriel's crotch. Despite the situation, he's half-hard, and the knowledge terrifies and exhilirates him. Which again leaves him yet more confused of this whole situation.
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Betrayal; SPN, GAbriel/Lucifer, human!AU dub-con-ish, DARK, all the kinks, incest [1/2]
Date: 2011-10-19 11:37 pm (UTC)It's a Glock, Gabriel notices, and closes his eyes when he feels the cold metal against his temple. He's breathing heavily, his body heaving, arms stiff with trying not to move or fight the handcuffs restraining him. "Brother," he whispers.
Lucifer shushes him and trails a cold finger across Gabriel's cheek, too gentle for the harshness of the situation.
"No, Gabriel," Lucifer says very calmly, his voice so quiet Gabriel struggles to hear it at all, "I need you to be very, very still."
Gabriel lets a whimper escape his throat, and his brother shushes him again.
The gun moves, trailing oh, so slowly across his forehead until it rests right between his eyes.
"Do you want me to pull the trigger?" Lucifer asks calmly.
"No. Please." Gabriel bites back another apology; a reason for Lucifer not to do it.
Lucifer makes a 'hmmm'ing sound. The gun trails further down, nudging against his lips. They are firmly pressed together. Gabriel can smell metal and gunpowder and death.
"Open."
He does. By God, he does. Gabriel still has his eyes closed, and he manages to keep the tears at bay while his brother fucks the Glock in and out of his mouth.
"You look good like this," Lucifer muses, his voice nearly in Gabriel's ear.
Gabriel sobs.
"Ssh, don't cry," Lucifer soothes him and kisses him on the temple. "You know why you're here." The gun slips out.
"I didn't tell him, Luci," Gabriel gasps out, voice wrecked already. "I swear. I didn't tell them anything."
"Shush, Gabriel." And the gun is forced back in, the movements rougher now.
Gabriel grunts in discomfort, but stays still. He knows the gun is loaded, and he also knows his brother's anger.
Finally Lucifer seems pleased, and the gun trails down Gabriel's bare chest until it rests against his heart.
"My blood kin," Lucifer says quietly and cocks the gun.
"Luci, please, you have to believe me," Gabriel sobs out.
"If you didn't tell Michael where I was hiding, who could it have been, Gabriel?" Lucifer's voice never wavers, never sounds angry. Just coldly detached.
"I don't know. I don't know, but it wasn't me," Gabriel says, shaking his head slowly. "You know I've always been on the outside. I'm neutral. I don't want anything to do with this."
Lower still, the gun slips, until finally the chilled metal is nudging against Gabriel's crotch. Despite the situation, he's half-hard, and the knowledge terrifies and exhilirates him. Which again leaves him yet more confused of this whole situation.
"Lie back, Gabriel."
"Lucifer, please. Don't- no."