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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Gabriel/Sam_Winchester
  Character:
      Gabriel_(Supernatural), The_Trickster_(Supernatural), Sam_Winchester,
      Dean_Winchester, John_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Dubious_Consent, Loss_of_Virginity, Virginity, Underage_Sex, Summoning,
      Summoning_Circles, John_Winchester_Being_an_Asshole, POV_Gabriel, Banter,
      Bad_Parenting, Blow_Jobs, Anal_Sex, Bottom_Gabriel, Top_Sam, First_Time,
      Kissing, Topping_from_the_Bottom
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-09-10 Words: 4441
****** The Boon ******
by LadyDrace
Summary
     John Winchester is willing to pay anything for what he wants,
     including his own son's virginity. Gabriel is not happy about this,
     but being incognito means you have to follow certain rules.
Notes
     Okay, this is tagged non-con because Sam's virginity is essentially
     sold, very much against his wishes. That said, it's the " happy
     enough about it in the end" kind of non-con. Details in the end
     notes.
     Written for Litra. Hope you like it, and I'm so sorry about the
     delay!
See the end of the work for more notes
Gabriel curses as the world wobbles around him and he feels the all too
familiar yank of a summoning.
 
When he appears in the ring of mushrooms he sighs and rolls his eyes, because,
ugh, seriously, he's been summoned by hunters. It's like they want to have
their life force drained. Gabriel was busy when he was rudely interrupted, so
he has half a mind to just suck the pinheads dry then and there, even if it's
not something he actually enjoys. But the little fuckers are smarter than they
look, because when Gabriel tries to move, he's gently -but firmly- rebuffed by
a containment circle outside the mushroom ring, powerful enough that even his
other side has to sit up and take notice. He grinds his teeth and glares at
them.
 
Clearly they want something from him.
 
They can't keep him here forever, just long enough to make him really, really
annoyed. In truth, he could probably leave right now by flexing some very old
and dusty muscles, but that would risk blowing his excellent cover. So it's
negotiation time. Whatever it is they want, Gabriel isn't cheaply bought. A
quick look around tells him everything he needs to know. The tall young man in
the back is a virgin. Gabriel hasn't tasted virginity in far too long. The
virgin scowls when he notices Gabriel staring at him. This is gonna be fun.
 
“You Loki?” the oldest human asks, as if words are in short supply.
 
Gabriel rolls his eyes again. “Jeez, I dunno which book you found your little
spell in, but usually there's a footnote about not pissing off the demi-god who
can and will kill you if you don't treat him with a modicum of respect.”
 
“We don't have time for niceties, sorry.” The sorry does not sound the least
bit apologetic.
 
“I'm not asking you to bow and scrape, here, but a full sentence with more than
two words in it would have been a good place to start.”
 
All that gets him is an unimpressed stare. Oh, Gabriel is gonna make this
fucker regret calling him.
 
“We have summoned you to beg for your aid, and.... humbly request your grant us
a boon,” he reads, word for word from a worn journal, obviously not happy with
the subservient tone, but it does make Gabriel smile. So they did find it
somewhere, and didn't just cobble it together themselves.
 
It's a relief, frankly, because it takes power to create a whole new summoning
spell, and a magic user that powerful could be an actual threat. These bozos,
though...
 
“Weeeeeell,” Gabriel drawls, dragging out the vowels annoyingly. “You know with
a trickster nothing's for free.” He inspects his fingernails, doing his very
best to be obnoxious, and from the color of the man's face he's succeeding. The
other two, who Gabriel now realizes are both only just boys, really, look on
with faces of intense distrust, in the case of the oldest, and uncertainty with
side-order of boredom from the youngest. Oh, but he won't be bored for long.
 
The man – most likely their father, judging from the subtle similarities
between them all – slaps the journal closed, obviously done with following the
recipe.
 
“Name your price.”
 
This makes Gabriel blink. Usually even humans have a basic sense of self-
preservation. Enough, at least, to be just a little bit wary. But these people
are either extremely stupid or extremely desperate. Possibly both.
 
Gabriel frankly isn't used to this treatment. He's used to haggling. Word play.
Trying to weasel more out of the deal than the petitioner expects, because
that's what a trickster does. But, okay. If this idiot wants to play hardball,
Gabriel knows that game too.
 
“My price? Is one day, meaning twenty-four hours... with him.” He points
menacingly at the kid, who pales. “Starting the second you receive your boon.”
 
“Dad...?” It's the oldest boy asking, but he quiets immediately at a single
glance from his father.
 
“That's it?” the man asks, and Gabriel actually has to focus on keeping a
straight face. The sheer disregard for his own offspring is enough to make
Gabriel's blood boil. He's a trickster, and he's more than happy to play the
part, but he's also something else. Something with deep-seated parental issues
in its very core.
 
Admitting value in anything ever is against everything in the trickster
handbook, but the terror in the eyes of both boys and the complete lack of
surprise on their father's face is enough to make Gabriel consider changing
gears.
 
“Well, that depends on the boon, really. I mean, what kind of power can you
really expect from a drinking, whoring, virginity-popping party-animal like
myself?”
 
The look Gabriel gets from that says it all. The man definitely came prepared
to pay this particular price for a particular service. What a shithead. Gabriel
decides then and there to trick the fuck out of him.
 
“I want information.” Want. Not need. Not a hint of humility behind it.
 
“Go on?” Gabriel makes sure to sound extremely bored.
 
“A demon killed my wife. I want to find him.”
 
Oh, for Pete's sake. It's revenge. Now Gabriel is actually bored.
 
“I dunno what you're expecting, sport. I'm not a demon dating service, you
know.”
 
The man grits his teeth. “I just want a lead.”
 
“That's it?” Gabriel says mockingly, knowing he has him now.
 
“That's it.”
 
“Done.”
 
The second Gabriel says the word, he collapses the containment, and he pays for
it with a severe tightness where he keeps his other self tucked away. But it's
completely worth it, as the man finally shows a hint of emotion. Fear. Yes,
Gabriel could strike him dead right here and now, and this fucker deserves to
stew in it for a moment.
 
A quick peek into the man's mind, and Gabriel has what he needs.
 
“Your demon's name is Azazel.”
 
“I know that.”
 
“Too bad you struck the deal before specifying what kind of lead you needed,”
Gabriel points out gleefully. “You didn't ask for a new lead.”
 
Gabriel magnanimously allows him a full minute to frantically wrack his brain
for a loophole, but this ain't Gabriel's first rodeo.
 
“Well then!” He claps his hands together cheerfully, and turns to the kid who's
definitely turning green. Which is regrettable, but Gabriel will fix that.
 
“Hey!” the older boy reaches out, as if to step between them, and Gabriel has
to admire his guts for a moment, even though he does come to his senses before
actually stepping in. “Hey, look... Sammy, he's... he's just a kid.”
 
“He looks plenty grown-up to me,” Gabriel points out, making sure to give Sammy
a nice long once-over. “Oh, yes, plenty. And he's even legal in this state, if
you wanna split human hairs.”
 
“Take me instead!” the big brother pleads, and Gabriel snorts in the ugliest
way he can.
 
“Sorry, Bucko, but your ass has already been tapped in all the ways it possibly
can, and good for you, by the way.”
 
“I'm not innocent!” Sammy blurts, and Gabriel snorts again.
 
“I have no interest in innocence. What I want is virginity. Which is a social
construct, sure, but your mind is telling me you are, so y'are. Sorry, kiddo.
Anyway, our time's a-wastin'!" He turns to the father and brother both fuming
at him. “Don't worry, he'll be back here in almost one piece in twenty-four
hours. Toodles!”
 
And with that, he whisks them away.
 
* * *
 
The house is on the smaller side, meaning it's still pretty much a mansion, but
Gabriel gets enough of the small space arrangement with his current meat-suit,
and he needs elbow room. But the teenager he dumped on the couch when they
arrived has obviously never seen anything like it, and stares around, wide-
eyed, on the rare occasions he's not trying to curl himself up into as tiny a
ball as possible. It would be hilarious to watch the six-foot beanpole try and
pull it off if it didn't speak loudly of neglect and insecurity. Gabriel is
willing to bet that this kid was tiny only a couple of growth spurts ago. His
first instinct is still to hide.
 
And judging from his shit-stain of a parent, Gabriel is willing to bet the kid
has more than enough reason to be skittish.
 
“So, Sammy-”
 
“It's Sam,” the kid argues, quiet, but firm on this one point. “Only Dean calls
me Sammy.”
 
Meaning that the father doesn't. Not even enough affection to spare for a dumb
nickname. Shit, Gabriel despises him.
 
Plopping down on the couch himself, Gabriel ignores how the kid jumps, and
grins at him. “You've got spunk, kiddo. I like that.”
 
He lets the grin drop, because it only seems to make Sam more uncomfortable.
Time to put the trickster face away, because it obviously won't get him
anywhere with this.
 
“Look, kid, there's no getting outta this. A deal's a deal, and there are
forces a lot older than both you and me at play here.” He pauses to let the
harsh truth sink in, and from the way Sam's shoulders fall he understands at
least somewhat. “But there's some good news too.”
 
Sam looks up at this, finally, but his face is a grimace of disbelief. “Oh,
really. Do tell.”
 
Oh, yes, this kid is gonna grow up just fine, Gabriel can see it.
 
“The good news is that of all the tricksters your daddy could have summoned, he
picked me. And I'm not a fan of taking anything by force. So I can promise you
this much at least: Iwill have my payment, but I'll make it good for you too.”
 
Looking very much like he doesn't believe a word of it, Sam still nods and
offers a quiet “thanks.” It makes Gabriel a little sad, honestly. So enough of
that.
 
“C'mere,” he prompts, and pats the couch cushion next to him. Sam swallows
hard, obviously preparing himself for the gallows, but does eventually come
closer.
 
Moving slowly to not spook him, Gabriel gets to his knees and carefully swings
a leg over to straddle Sam's long legs. Seeing as things are already freaking
him out, Gabriel doesn't think using tricks to even out the massive height
difference will help at all, so creative positioning is in order.
 
It only just brings them face to face, but Sam is still huddled in on himself,
hoping to seem smaller, so Gabriel feels like he's towering over him anyway.
 
“It's okay, kiddo. I swear, on everything that's dear to me, that I won't hurt
you. I'll make you feel good.”
 
Sam is shaking, and Gabriel leans in just enough for their noses to touch. He
thinks he knows at least one thing that might make Sam feel less terrified.
“You know,” he muses quietly, “you humans have some strange hangups.”
 
“Like what?” Sam finally offers, after a long expectant silence.
 
“Like top and bottom.”
 
It takes a while for it to sink in, but eventually Sam's eyes widen as he
connects to dots. “Are you... do you mean...”
 
He obviously can't make himself say it. Whether it's because it's awkward
talking about sex or if he's just scared isn't easy to say, unless Gabriel
reads his mind. And he'd rather not do that unless he has to. He's violating
the kid enough as it is.
 
“Yes. I'm not gonna make you do anything you really don't want to, but I'm
having my payment, one way or the other.”
 
Sam gives him a weird look. “You cheated, though.” He immediately looks like
he's expecting punishment, but Gabriel just laughs softly.
 
“Yeah. But that's what your ol man gets for calling on a trickster. It's kinda
right there on the label, you know.”
 
“Yeah, I know,” Sam mumbles, but there's the hint of a smile on his face. Huh.
 
“What, you had a better idea?”
 
“Well, no, I just... never mind.”
 
Gabriel wriggles slightly where he's sitting, just to make sure he has Sam's
attention, and hello. His body is clearly not hindered by details like fight or
flight responses, and is gradually offering up a third option. “Come onnnn,
tell me!” he wheedles, and Sam looks like his fear is taking a rapid backseat
to annoyance and embarrassment.
 
“I just... I know I'm just a kid, but no one ever listens to me,” he says, low
and quick. “I read, a lot, and it's just...” He glances up at Gabriel. “I tried
to tell Dean that this would be bad idea, but... he just always does whatever
Dad does.” The last part is thick with pent up aggression, and that is
something Gabriel can use.
 
He leans in, gently draping his arms around Sam's shoulders, not forcing them
closer but definitely getting more intimate. “Then why don't you spit them all
in the eye and have a real good time with me, hm? Get down and dirty, get your
rocks off until the cows come home, and then you can spend the next long time
holding this huge sacrifice of yours over their heads.” He follows it up with a
pop of eyebrows, and Sam lets out a surprised snort.
 
“Dean will know, though. He always knows.”
 
“Then he can just be all jealous that he missed out on all the frankly primo
nookie an experienced fucker like myself can provide.”
 
“Experienced fucker. Haha,” Sam says flatly, but there's a glint in his eye,
and his shoulders definitely feel more relaxed under Gabriel's arms.
 
“Don't knock the puns, grasshopper. These have been hundreds of years in the
making.”
 
“And that's all you have to show for it?”
 
Delighted that Sam seems to have found his footing, Gabriel clasps a hand to
his chest, and gasps in dramatic hurt. “You wound me! Deeply! Twist the knife,
why don't you!”
 
“Like I could actually hurt you.”
 
Sam doesn't even sound afraid as he says it. Just resigned. And that just makes
Gabriel sad all over again.
 
“You could. I might not be human, but I do have feelings. A lot of them,
actually.”
 
He tries to let some of his old hurt show, just for Sam's benefit, but he's too
used to keeping it locked down behind all his masks, so it probably doesn't
work. But Sam does give him a long look, as if trying to make this new
information fit with what he already knows about tricksters in that big brain
of his, and if Gabriel hadn't already promised himself not to peek into Sam's
head he would have done so, because the longer Sam stares, the more
uncomfortable it gets. Which is fair. Turnabout and all that. But that doesn't
mean Gabriel has to like it.
 
“You're not really a trickster, are you?” Sam says suddenly, fear completely
forgotten in what is obviously some kind of light-bulb moment. Gabriel will be
damned if he can figure out how Sam came to that conclusion, though.
 
“Clever boy. The answer to your question is no. But also yes. It's
complicated.”
 
Sam stares some more, brain obviously working overtime in a way that's
positively freaky for a sixteen year old human boy.
 
“Is your name really Loki?”
 
This makes Gabriel bark out a laugh. “No, kiddo. I have too many names for any
one of them to be my real one.”
 
Sam raises an eyebrow, clearly not buying it, and how is this kid suddenly
puzzling out more about Gabriel than fucking deities had been able to over eons
of knowing him? Gabriel feels like rewarding him just for that pretty amazing
feat.
 
“All right, smarty pants, I do have a real name. But I can't tell you, cause it
would make your ears bleed.”
 
“Why?”
 
“Cause it's not pronounceable by human voices, and my real voice... well...
last time people heard it... bad shit happened.”
 
He can tell Sam is gearing up for more questions, so there's no choice but to
cut him off. “Look, kid, this is kinda killing my boner here. If you wanna call
me something else, you can, but for the love of Pete, can we get this show on
the road, already? I promise you can ask me all the questions you want while
we're basking in afterglow, okay?”
 
He's expecting Sam to argue, so frankly it takes him off guard when Sam just
says “okay, fine,” and then uncurls like he was a goddamn flower waiting for
the sun to rise before opening its petals, his arms folding around Gabriel's
middle like they feel right at home there. It's enough to give Gabriel
whiplash, honestly.
 
“I can really ask more questions later?” Sam asks, quieter, but still so
intense it's making something small and forgotten shiver inside Gabriel. What
the hell is this kid?
 
“All the questions you want,” Gabriel promises again, and moves in, feeling
suddenly very sure of his welcome. And he's right. Sam meets him half-way,
kissing with all the lack of expertise you'd expect from a teenager, but also
with shocking determination, open, wet and hungry.
 
Gabriel lets Sam control the pace, and for a long time it's just making out,
heady and clumsy, but eventually Sam's natural eagerness takes over, and his
hands start moving around. Every little sound Gabriel makes seems to encourage
further exploration, so he makes sure to make plenty of noise. A happy sigh
when lips travel down his throat. A soft gasp when hands cautiously move down
to cup his ass. A breathy moan when they're pressed together, the clothes
between them not nearly enough to shield from the searing heat building for
both of them.
 
“Can I-”
 
“Told you, questions are for afterglow. Less talking, more doing,” Gabriel
demands obnoxiously, and it has the intended effect. Sam huffs with something
like amusement, and doesn't ask again before sliding his hand down to cup
Gabriel where he's hard and straining against his zipper.
 
“Yesss,” Gabriel hisses, and helpfully sits up a little more to make room for
Sam's hand on him. “Yeah, that's the ticket.”
 
A hand starts fumbling at his belt, and while Gabriel would love to let that
happen at its own bumbling pace, he really wants to keep the momentum going, so
he leans in for another hard kiss before sliding off Sam's lap to stand on the
floor instead.
 
“Hold that thought,” he says, and quickly slips out of his clothes. Sam stares,
for a moment back to the fearful teenager in the face of a naked body in front
of him, but then Gabriel drops to his knees between Sam's legs, and his cock
jumps visibly in his jeans.
 
“In my experience,” Gabriel says conversationally as he thumbs open Sam's
pants, “taking the edge off first works wonders for stamina later.”
 
“Gnuh,” Sam says, and Gabriel takes that as permission to keep right on going.
At the first touch of his lips to Sam's cock there's a burst of pre-come
against his lips, and Sam whole body shudders.
 
“Don't try and prove anything to me, kiddo. Just lemme do this for you, okay?”
 
Sam nods, and his head falls back for a moment, but then it tips forward again,
as if pulled on a string, and his eyes fix themselves on where Gabriel's lips
stretch around him.
 
“Mmmm,” Gabriel hums, tongue dancing against the underside of the hot length in
his mouth, and Sam's jaw drops open, slack with pleasure. His hips jerk upwards
once before he stops himself, and Gabriel pulls off just long enough to say “go
on,” before taking Sam in again. It takes a few more slow drags of Gabriel's
lips from root to tip before Sam lets his hips do what they want. And what they
want is to fuck into the hot, wet heaven of Gabriel's mouth, and seeing as he
doesn't need simple human things like breathing, he just opens right up and
lets it happen.
 
Sam makes a wounded noise and claws at the couch, his hips stuttering upwards
in frantic uncoordinated thrusts, and Gabriel knows what's gonna happen long
before it does. Mostly because it's inevitable, all things considered, but also
because Sam's mind apparently counts oral as at least partly loss of virginity,
and seeing as the power of losing said virginity is all in the mind of the
virgin himself, Gabriel gets the first trickle of it a few rapid heartbeats
before the first spurt of come hits the back of his throat.
 
The noise Sam lets out sounds more like pain than pleasure, but he keeps on
going, hips moving desperately and completely out of his control, until the
bow-string tight arch of his back finally eases, and he falls back with a
heartfelt groan. Gabriel pulls off gently, enjoying Sam's oversensitive shiver
as well as the glow of power from a payment received.
 
“Fuck,” Sam wheezes, as Gabriel slowly climbs back onto his lap.
 
“Not yet. But soon, sweetheart,” he promises, leaning in for a kiss, and
humming with pleasure when he gets one.
 
Strictly speaking this could be enough to fulfill the payment of the boon, but
Gabriel has been a trickster for long enough that he still wants every last
morsel he can get. He might not need it, but it's delicious in a way few things
are, and it's not something he gets his hands on every day. So he wants to
savor it, and bless teenage hormones, Sam's cock stirs again within minutes.
 
Not wanting to waste time, or make things more complicated than they have to
be, Gabriel gets himself ready by decidedly non-human means, and Sam jumps when
a slick hand reaches down to stroke him to full hardness.
 
“What's... is that... are you...?” he tries, but it's like his orgasm took away
his ability to form full sentences, so Gabriel just leans in to kiss him more,
since that's obviously very welcome.
 
“I cheated. Again. Don't try this at home,” he jokes, and then rises up on his
knees so he can guide Sam's cock to his hole. “Breathe,” he cautions before
slowly sinking down, and Sam sucks in a breath like a drowning man.
 
“Oh, fuck,” he grits out, breath locked in his chest until Gabriel has made the
entire slow journey down to sit on Sam's pelvis, deliciously full. Only then
does Sam's lungs unlock, and his chest bellows with desperate panting, and his
hands clench painfully where he's clutching at Gabriel's hips.
 
“Tight. So tight, oh my god.”
 
“Uh huh. Feels good, doesn't it?” Gabriel purrs, more than happy with the state
of things.
 
“Oh my god,” Sam says again, and suddenly there's a flurry of movement that
brings Gabriel to his back on the couch with Sam on top, crying out as he
shoves his cock back inside where the movement made it slip out a little.
 
“Fuck, yes,” Gabriel moans, shameless in his pleasure. He'd expected to take
what he needs with little to no participation from Sam, and happily so, but the
sudden shift feels like an unexpected treat, and he locks his legs around Sam's
hips with a delighted sigh. “Yeah, that's it, fuck.”
 
Sam apparently takes it as a request, and braces himself on the arm of the
couch before pulling out slow and shaky, and slamming back in as soon as
possible, as if not being inside the hot clutch of a warm body is the worst
thing imaginable.
 
“You... you,” Sam gasps, thrusting hard and fast, and Gabriel can't even begin
to guess what he's trying to say, too busy going cross-eyed, because wow, if
nothing else the kid knows how to move.
 
“Me, what?”
 
“You too. You... I wanna see... you...”
 
Sam isn't even looking at him, face scrunched up in shocked pleasure, but his
eyes fly open when Gabriel gets what he means and reaches down to jerk himself,
fast and hard to match the pace Sam is setting.
 
“Like this?”
 
“Yes, fuck, that, like that, that's... fuck,” Sam babbles, and his hips move
even faster, slapping against Gabriel's ass with the filthy, fleshy sounds
humans have made in the throes of passion since before recorded time.
 
Gabriel doesn't usually let himself go with humans, generally choosing to just
fake it, but there's always something special with virgins, and that something
is multiplied several times over with this weirdly perceptive human boy,
fucking into Gabriel with enough force that the couch squeaks, and offering up
even more of that sweet, precious virginity.
 
So in the end Gabriel decides not to offer a hollow illusion this time, and
lets it roll over him, all the human parts of him sparking and whooshing with
delight from the simple joy of physical release, as well as the boost of sheer
supernatural power. He keens and pushes back against Sam's thrusts, riding the
wave as he spills all over his own pale chest, and Sam's gaze flickers from one
spatter to the next until his eyes are forced shut, his whole body folding in
on itself as he comes again. His cock twitches inside Gabriel again and again,
like it'll never end. When it finally does, he bursts out a heavy breath and
collapses in a spent and heavy heap on top of Gabriel, still dressed, but
decidedly rumpled, hair curling in sweaty tendrils around his forehead as he
gasps into the side of Gabriel's face.
 
“Mmmmrrrrr,” Gabriel purrs as he stretches. “That was great, if I do say so
myself.”
 
Sam huffs a small laugh against his cheek. “Yeah. Yeah, it was awesome.” He
hasn't pulled out yet, and the small movements of his body echo where Gabriel
is feeling well-used and sensitive in the best way.
 
He smiles and nuzzles his nose against Sam's, just because he's tactile and
because it's there. “Lemme know when you're up for another round,” he says,
feeling lazy and content.
 
But Sam lifts up slightly with a frown instead of the enthusiasm Gabriel
expects. “But... you promised I could ask questions!”
 
Gabriel stares for a moment and then breaks down in laughter, making Sam wince
and gasp from the clenching around him until he can pull out and away.
 
“Jeez, any other teenager who just got laid for the first time would be begging
to go again, and you wanna play twenty questions.” He reaches up for a kiss,
because how adorable is this kid. “You're adorable. Make me a list, and I'll
get us some food. How's that sound?”
 
“Great. That sounds really great.” And that's a full-beam smile there on Sam's
face, the first of the night. Gabriel decides it's not gonna be the last.
 
End.
 
End Notes
     More detailed notes about the tags. Sam is sixteen. John sells Sam's
     virginity to Gabriel (or rather Loki) for information. Gabriel tricks
     John but still takes his payment. But he makes great effort to make
     Sam comfortable, and they do make a connection, and it ends on a much
     more lighthearted note.
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