crossoverfic | Fic: 'Lust'

ummm...hey,guys....here's a lil' fic which wouldn't leave me alone ..so...had to write it :P it's one of my new crossover obsession pairings.... xD I also want to thank jasonsnene for beta in this one *hugs* well.... hope you like it :P
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Heading: ‘Lust’ 1/4
By:

katsa_db_lover
Beta:

jasonsnene
Pairing: Dean/Lindsey
Fandom(s): AtS/Supernatural
Rating: NC-17
Genre: angst, SLASH,bloodplay,human AU
Disclaimer: I do not own characters of Dean or Lindsey, Credit goes to Joss Whedon and Co. As well as to Eric Kripke and The CW
Summary: Lindsey is lusting after someone ;)
Warnings: angst, SLASH, M/M sex, strong language, involuntary sex,violence,bloodplay
Feedback: pretty please *flutters eyelashes*
Word count: 1044

A/N: ‘m really all over the place these days..*sigh* but I just had to pair these two,and .....I adore Dean (Jensen Ackles) X’D oh...and...I made this an human AU..cos well...it goes better with the story, and allows me to put in things like ‘cheerleading’ and stuff..lol...

DEAN

LINDSEY

Chapter 1

He’d been watching the man for over a month now, slowly becoming more and more obsessed. The guy was literally ‘beautiful’, making Lindsey’s cock twitch in his too expensive Gucci pants every time he saw that tight little ass, the green sparkling eyes and those sinful lips. ‘ Oh...I’m gonna have you yet...and when I do....you’ll be screaming’ he thought, watching the other man order a beer, settle at the bar and scan the crowd moving on the dance floor.

Lindsey gathered all the info he could find about the guy. He didn’t find much, which was odd - he found the name though: ‘Dean Winchester’. According to his papers, Dean had been a cheerleader at highschool, winning national competitions with his team. Lindsey could easily believe that as he greatly admired the results of ‘cheerleading’ on Dean’s perfect lithe body. He was wearing ragged jeans that hugged his frame in all the right places, a fitted black T-shirt, a battered, brown leather jacket, and black cowboy boots. The man was screaming ‘SEX’ all over, and Lindsey had real hard time not jumping on him right there in front of the whole bar.

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Dean was feeling twitchy. He’d noticed the blue eyed ,well dressed ‘snob’ eyeing him the whole evening, and it was making him nervous. The guy looked like he had serious problems and Dean didn’t want to know what they were. ‘Don’t come over here...stay there....please,’ he chanted in his head. He checked the situation from time to time so he could run if he saw the guy coming any closer – why did he always attract the ‘mental’ types? Was that some kind of rule or something? He didn’t have that much free time, and always some nutter was trying to ruin it – well,actually he didn’t know if the guy was ‘nutter’, but he was creepy, that’s for sure. Dean took another glance towards the guy. He was still staring, eyes roaming over Dean’s body like he was undressing him. It was actually getting intimidating. Dean didn’t scare easily, but there was something cold, and cruel about that stare. He could ‘feel’ the pure lust which was radiating from the dude. “ That’s it. I’m leaving,” he muttered to himself. He began to stand up as he saw the guy move and start to walk towards him, looking like a predator stalking his pray. Dean didn’t waste any time. Quickly, he paid for the drinks and bolted towards the exit, snaking among the crowd and trying to keep his head down so the ‘psycho’ wouldn’t notice him.

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Lindsey was prepared for something like this to happen, and had men outside the club, waiting. They had a picture of Dean, and orders to trap him as soon as he came out of the door. Lindsey noticed the glances Dean made towards him, and knew he probably would sense his overwhelming lust, among other things. Lindsey didn’t know whether to make the boys bring Dean to his office at Wolfram & Hart or straight into his apartment, which was an expensive penthouse. He worked as a lawyer in the biggest law firm in town, and had learned all the tricks to ‘avoid’ the law. He would get anything he wanted, and he wanted Dean.

A phone call interrupted his thoughts. It was Shane telling him they got Dean. Lindsey felt his heart clench with excitement as he thought of all the things he wanted to do to Dean. First he would have to tame the ‘Wild-cat’ though. He had been talking to people who knew Dean, and they said he was a real challenge. Oh yeah, this was going to be fun. He sat down on the expensive leather seat of his limousine, and told the driver to get him straight home. He was already unwrapping the ‘delivery’ in his mind.

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Dean felt an agonizing pain on the left side of his head which was making his vision blurry as he tried to get up and absorb his surroundings. He remembered walking out of the club and seeing a dark form beside him before all went black. Finally, after some minutes, he could adjust his gaze enough to look around. He was in a huge penthouse, filled with paintings and art. There was also this beautiful fireplace with a bear skin in front of it. The fireplace was lit, creating a warm glow and dancing shadows on the walls. Dean glanced around nervously, remembering suddenly that he was in a unfamiliar place, and been brought there against his will.

He started walking carefully around the apartment, peeking in every room, and trying to figure out a means to escape. But after a while he realised it was all for nothing. The place was like a prison. There were bars on windows, and the glass on them was bulletproof safety glass. Someone didn’t want him to get away. He was getting a little intimidated now. What did they want from him? He couldn’t remember doing anything so serious, to anyone, that it would make someone want to kidnap him.

As he was holding up one of the heavy chairs, to see if it would break the glass, he heard someone open the door. The footsteps came closer, and Dean lowered the chair, hiding himself in one of the closets in the bedroom. He wouldn’t give up without a fight, whatever it was that he was about to face. He saw a form of a man coming into the bedroom, but he couldn’t see him properly as it was very dark. The man turned on the lights, and Dean could see him now. He was an average height, lean build, and he had these cold blue eyes. It was the man from the club who had been staring at him. Oh god, he ‘was’ a mental case, and now Dean was alone with him, in a prison-like environment. ‘God, this is just my luck,’ he snarled to himself in his head, trying to keep as still as possible. It was suddenly very quiet, and Dean decided to take a peek through the grate on the closet door, when he was brought face to face with an icy blue stare looking straight into his hazel green eyes. He’d been discovered.

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TBC