Drunken Round Robin!

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Tugging at the edges of the blindfold with his teeth, Alec growls at the closing door. The bolt slides home just as he pulls the offending cloth free.

Behind him, someone coughs and Alec whirls around sharply in surprise. The room spins violently around him, his brain colliding head on with the drugs the SOBs pumped him full of down in the intake room. He clings to the wall and tries to hold on to his lunch.

When the swirling finally clears, the sloppy shadow in front of him resolves into the form of a man. A really built, tall man. Tall as in he’s got to look up to see the guy’s face, and he's not used to that. He finds it concerned and confused when he does, bright eyes hunting his own in a too-familiar search for a clue.

Too bad, because Alec’s got nothing.

The guy sticks his hand out, and Alec accepts the offer warily, tossing, “I’m Alec,” out into the dim cell.

“Sam,” the guy responds, sizing Alec up with for a moment before adding, “Winchester. You got any idea why we’re here?”

Alec starts to laugh, but his brain chooses that moment to offer up an idea and he starts to choke instead. His airway isn't really clear, but he glares at the ceiling and growls out, "Probably because someone's got a fucked up idea of what breeding partners means," into the room.

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SO, WHO'S NEXT?

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"I get that you want answers," Alec says. His voice is low, even, placating his fellow victim. Moving slow and easy, he tugs off his shirt, pleased when Sam's eyes flicker over the exposed skin. Alec nods his head towards the door to the cell, the cameras mounted in the corners. "But you're asking the wrong person, and somehow, I don't think the people out there are interested in a chat... at least not until they get what they want."

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Sam watches Alec’s hands as they linger on the button fly of his jeans. He stutters, “They can’t mean for us to…” huge hands gesture inexplicitly. Alec’s gesture more specifically, more explicitly. A blush creeps up Sam’s neck, coloring his face in a heated rush.

“Yeah, they can.” Alec takes a step, closing the distance between them. “They are.”

Sam pushes him back, shoving Alec against the wall. “I don’t know what you’re playing at, but this…” He’s holding Alec up, pressing firmly against his Alec’s throat, and Alec lets him, leans in to it even. “This…” Alec’s body goes limp against Sam and Sam gulps in some air. This isn’t going to happen.”

“Yeah,” Alec husks, mouth against Sam’s neck. “It is, whether we want it to or not.” He cups Sam’s obvious interest through blue denim. “It’s more fun if we play along.”

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Sam shakes his head in empty denial, as if his pretense of resistance can overcome the obvious interest of his cock as it throbs in a too-familiar hand. He's got Alec held tight, knows he ought to feel in control of this situation but he's never felt this close to losing everything. Alec's pulse stutters beneath his hand, jackrabbit beats that make him all too aware of the arousal thrumming there. He's felt the strength this man - whoever he is - is capable of, and Sam knows any advantage he has is being given to him.

This isn't Dean. Dean doesn't lick his lips in invitation, doesn't put on submission like an old coat, gazing up through lowered lashes like he's a little bit scared of Sam, but a little excited by it. Sam can't read this body, can't translate the unexpectedly foreign person within a form he knows as well (maybe better) than his own. Alec's hand is growing more confident, his hold giving way to stroking, those sinful lips twisting into a smirk that he knows all too well. Sam can't see that, not with that hand working him so expertly, just... can't. Alec's mouth is lush beneath his, opening immediately so that he can close his eyes and lose himself in a heat he tells himself he's never imagined.

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Taste floods his mouth and Sam is awash in sensation, lost in the memory of what never was. Sam chases the doppelganger’s tongue with his own, suddenly desperate to consume everything he can find, lost in the rush of what can never be.

Grief tears suddenly at Sam’s gut, ripping through him, collapsing him, breathless, against this… this… total stranger now holding him up. He ruthlessly pushes down the sob trying to escape him.

Dean. Five years gone – a fucking apocalypse between them – and it can still knock the breath right out of him and lay him flat in a second. He draws in a shaky breath.

“Hey.” Gentle hands tilt his head back up. “Where’d you go?” They’ve got his face, cupping it gently, fitting to his skin like they were made for it. Grounding and achingly familiar.

Sam can’t help it; he leans in close. Lips a bare millimeter away from the open ones before him, he stops and breathes in deep, sucking in their shared air. The body against him squirms, lithe muscles shifting beneath skin and he’s hard again instantly. Memory, both imagined and real, teases at his senses and an undeniable heat surges through him.

Groaning, Sam captures the stranger’s mouth with his own, desperate and so, so lost.

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The man moans into his mouth, and the sound resonates in Sam, and he hasn't felt this close to Dean in so long, but still, he knows, Dean would never moan for him, not like this. He would never moan so needy, and he would never moan first.

But Sam tells himself that it's not Dean as he runs his hands up and down the man's body, and it's true: he arches into Sam's touch, mewls "Keep doing that Sam, please don't stop, Sam," and he looks like he's going weak at the knees. An act, Sam thinks, but a good one. One that is working on him, one that is making him want to rip the man's clothes off and give himself the perfect, horrifying, delicious image of a naked, begging Dean, and Sam isn't sure if this is the best or the worst idea he's ever had. And to be Sam Winchester's worst idea, well, that's saying a lot. But the man keeps cooing, moaning, writhing as if Sam's touch were all he ever needed, as if nothing Sam could do could ever disappoint him, and Sam lunges at him again, less gentle, more needy, and it's so good, so very very good. And the man keeps moaning, keeps pleading whenever he came up for breath, until he says, "That's so good, Sam. Sam, I need you so bad. Please, Sam. Come on Sammy, please."

At the word "Sammy," Sam pulled away violently. He looked crazed, like a wild beast, with shining eyes and sweat beading on his face and torso.

"What did you say?" he demanded.

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Alec shakes his head, trying to bleed off some of the lust suddenly overwhelming him. Fuck Manticore and their fucking needles!

Sam’s staring at him like he’s ready to rip Alec’s head off and Alec can’t for the life of him figure they why. They’re both panting, bare chest’s heaving almost in time, and Alec can’t tear his eyes away from the guy’s adam’s apple when he swallows. Alec tries to close the distance between them, but Sam holds him off with one hand, pressing the other into his forehead like it he hurts.

What the fuck? Did the bastards only drug one of them? Of all the cruel, vindictive things…

The words, when they come, are like ice, “No one gets to call me that. Especially not you.”

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Alec licks his lips and tries to drag his focus up to Sam's eyes. He isn't entirely successful, but successful enough to fake it, maybe. "I'm not... I don't have any idea who you are. I won't call you anything you don't want. It's no skin off my nose."

Sam searches his face again, looking for that indefinable something but still not finding it.

Alec catches an unwelcome glimpse of the dreaded near-miss-with-thoughtless-sex expression crossing Sam's face. Alec slides around Sam's restraining hand and shifted forward to bite that adam's apple. Breathing hot against Sam's throat, Alec presses in, body to body, and sweeps his tongue up, along jaw and into Sam's ear. Breathily, hoping for a shiver, Alec whispers, "I don't know what part you play in this fucking game, but I've been trapped in it my whole life."

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Sam takes in a shuddering breath and pushes Alec roughly back. Alec lets it happen, even though he can feel the drugs clawing for his attention once more. "What? What game are you talking about? Who are you and where the hell are we?"

"Look," Alec says lowly, moving back in to hover predatorily over Sam's body, "all you gotta do is let me make you feel good, and I guarantee I can make you feel good - and they'll let you go. You've got the easy part. Now shut up and let me take care of you."

He lets his hand touch down lightly on Sam's annoyingly-still-cloth-covered dick. Pressing in his thumb nail, he scraps it down persistently hard flesh, making the body under him tremble.

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Sam jerks like Alec’s touch is electrified, throwing his head back and gulping for air. It’s been so long since anyone’s touched him with something other than violence, but this? Never like this. Dean was everything, but he never would have… never would have wanted… and Sam never would have asked. Never even admitted it even to himself.

Now he can’t deny it. Now, after so long without Dean’s hand on his shoulder, without Dean’s soft snoring in the sleeping bag next to him, without Dean’s breathing as they drive through the inky blackness of night… Now… now, when he’d take anything, any whisper, any touch… Now his body can’t hide at all, not from something so close, even if it’s so very wrong…

Alec pops the top button and slides his hand inside, skin cool against Sam’s straining dick. Sam shudders and collapses back against the wall, unable to stand on his own any longer. His head thunks against the concrete and the pain’s good, grounding – it reminds him to breathe. Alec twists his hand, pressing the back of it into Sam and popping the rest of the buttons with his nimble fingers.

He yanks Sam’s jeans down a few inches, checking Sam’s sudden swaying with strong hands on Sam’s hips, leveraging the grip into a boneless slide down to his knees. Sam watches him move, unable to look away; their eyes lock for a long second before Alec grins up at him and Sam has to shut his eyes.

Sam’s head cracks against the wall again as Alec swallows him down.

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