Fandoms: Supernatural/X-men

Characters: Dean Winchester/Remy LeBeau

Rating: 18+

Type: One Shot – Stand alone.

Disclaimer I don't own the characters or ideas behind Supernatural or X-men, no money has or will be made from this fic.

Completed: 7th Jul 08. 1498 wds.

Summary: Dean is a risk taker.

A/N: Written for my Kink Bingo card: Barebacking.

He knew it was self-destructive, but at the same time he couldn’t help himself. It was the thrill, the risk, knowing there was a danger and embracing it. It was the way his heart would pound not just at the time but later when he thought about it. He wasn’t the only one taking the risk, there was more than just him that was unprotected after all. It was unspoken acceptance of the risks. “I don’t use condoms.” And there was either a nod and they carried on or there was a retreating back as the other left.

His life was chaotic; he could die any time if they went after the wrong demon. Hell, death had already come for him once and he was sure one day soon it would catch him again and this time make it stick. So it didn’t really matter. Besides, it gave sex an edge.

Dean Winchester caught they eye of the auburn-haired guy at the bar, he was wearing the wildest contact lenses even though they were in an average bar not some trendy club; who was he to question a person over being a fashion victim? The guy was so pretty it hurt. Even with all the tight, toned muscles he seemed to be hiding under his clothes, he was still almost too good looking for a man. Kissable looking lips were quirked in a teasing smile, as the guy didn’t even pretend not to be watching him. Dean raised an eyebrow in question before sauntering over.

Before he’d even reached the sexy stranger the man had beckoned the barman over and was ordering him a drink. A straight JD was placed on the bar top as he slipped onto a barstool.

“Bonjour, Cher,” the smooth Cajun voice greeted him.

“Hey,” Dean nodded to the drink, “thanks,”

“Y’ welcome,” the smile was playful, the body language relaxed.

Dean found himself smiling back. “Dean,” he offered.

“Remy, nice t’ meet y’.” The Cajun sipped his drink and blatantly looked him up and down.

“I’m guessing you’re not from round here,” the eldest Winchester brother smirked as he took a drink of his whisky. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the red on black contacts; they were fascinating even though they were slightly weird. No one else seemed to have even noticed.

The laughter was like honey and Dean couldn’t quite believe his luck. He’d attracted some freaks in the past, some fugly SOBs too. But Remy, he was sexy, seemed to have a sense of humour, and an accent that was making him hard just listening to him.

“Non, come from N’awlins.” There was a pause and then the smile became seductive. “Y’ wanna make small talk, or y’ wanna go somewhere a lil more… private?”

Dean was caught off guard by the directness; it was usually him that was trying to hurry things along to the bedroom or nearest dark alley. This was a breath of fresh air. He knocked the drink back and smiled widely, all teeth and charm. “Your place or mine?”

“I got a room, Cher,” he told him, his whole body language loose and limbs shifting fluidly as he straightened and moved away from the bar. He cast a look over his shoulder, inviting Dean to follow him with just his eyes.

They stepped out into the cool New York air and headed to the motel rooms across the parking lot.

“You should know, I don’t use condoms,” Dean said out of the blue as they reached the door to Remy’s room.

Remy didn’t even falter, he gave a half-shrug, “Ain’t got no problem wit’ that.” He was a mutant, he couldn’t catch an STD so it meant nothing either way to him. If the guy was looking for a thrill then that was his business and he wouldn’t spoil his fun by telling him he was clean.

The answering smile confirmed what Remy thought. He gave his own matching smile and closed the door behind them, flipping the lock and reaching for the other man. Dean was only a couple of inches shorter than him, but he was stockier, which seemed to make him look shorter. Remy had muscle but it was tight rather than bulky. The Cajun smirked and tugged his shirt off over his head as he held the dark-haired man’s eyes.

“Christos,” he murmured as he watched the man’s body come into view. He was relieved that Remy didn’t even flinch; it would be just his luck for a guy that hot to be a demon. It was habit to check. Sure, he liked to take a risk but he was less inclined to fuck a soul sucker or worse.

The lazy smile on Remy’s face made Dean twitch and he hurried to pull his own t-shirt off, dropping it carelessly on the floor and reaching for the other guy. Hand wrapping round and threading through soft hair as he pulled him in to taste those delicious looking lips.

Remy let himself melt into the strong hands, lips parting and inviting entrance to his mouth as the tip of his tongue teased against Dean’s lips. He wasn’t disappointed as the other man’s warm tongue forced his own back and took control of the kiss. Lips and tongue forcefully devoured his mouth and left him feeling weak at the knees; an unusual sensation for the Cajun thief.

Their bodies pressed together desperately, they were both hard and needy and Dean suspected it was going to be hard and fast but that was fine by him. His hands pushed down the back of the guy’s jeans and palmed the perfect ass. Remy moaned into his mouth and started to grind his hips against him.

The kiss was passionate but it wasn’t enough, hands couldn’t touch enough skin. Remy wasn’t sure how it had happened: but before he knew it they had crossed the room and were tumbling onto the bed. Buttons were popped, zips pulled down and denim was pushed roughly down and removed as trainers were kicked off. They barely stopped touching and kissing when they could finally get contact with the parts they wanted.

Dean’s hands roamed, sliding down his back and over the firm globes of his ass and dipping in his crack. The Cajun shimmied at the touch and broke the kiss off long enough to mumble, “Night stand,” then his lips were on Dean’s neck, nuzzling and nipping at the skin there, not enough to mark.

“Gonna fuck you so hard,” Dean growled out as his hand fumbled blindly with the nightstand drawer. He turned his head to check the bottle in his hand was indeed lube as the other hand urged legs apart.

The preparation was quick and squishy as Dean lubed his fingers and used them to open Remy up, relaxing him for his dick. He could hardly stop kissing the beautiful man as he tried to ready him for the rough fuck that was to come. After a few minutes of finger-fucking him as he bit and licked at those tempting lips, he pulled his slick digits out and lubed his cock, lined it up and pushed himself against the hole.

Remy groaned. He didn’t care how rough it was, he just needed the connection. They both had their reasons for being there and needing this, as different as they may be. He needed to forget but at the same time needed to feel, needed human skin against his, needed to feel like he belonged if only for a short time. His groan became a gasp and then a pleasured moan as he was split open by Dean’s erection.

It was everything that they both had expected, no slow teasing build-up, Dean was far too needy for that, instead he went straight to driving into him hard and deep. Each thrust pounding into Remy’s ass and making him grunt from the impact and groan from the pleasure. They raced rapidly towards completion, not really trying to hold back as the punishing rhythm rocked the bed under them. Sounds of their enthusiastic fucking echoing round the room.

Remy’s hands pulled at Dean, trying to get more and faster in his desperation, and Dean complied even as the thrusts grew more erratic.

The Cajun came first, arching his back and holding the other man with a surprising amount of strength as he exploded over his chest and stomach.

Muscles clamping down around Dean’s cock were too much and he tumbled over the edge after his delicious lover. He came, grunting out his completion and body tensing for a moment. He sagged slightly before devouring Remy’s mouth again. He smiled down at the other man, all teeth and sparkling eyes, and felt his cock twitch again. They had all night, they could go again and he wouldn’t mind giving it up for Mr.Sexy, it would be more risky but that was what he wanted when he rode bareback.

~The End~

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