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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      No_Archive_Warnings_Apply, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      From_Dusk_Till_Dawn:_The_Series
  Relationship:
      Kate_Fuller/Seth_Gecko
  Character:
      Kate_Fuller, Seth_Gecko
  Additional Tags:
      Underage_Sex, References_to_Drugs, Explicit_Sexual_Content, Religious
      Imagery_&_Symbolism, Age_of_Consent, Light_Angst, Angst_and_Porn, Angst
      with_a_Happy_Ending, mexican_honeymoon, Alternate_Universe_-_Canon
      Divergence, I'm_Going_to_Hell
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-12-05 Words: 2327
****** lead us not into temptation; ******
by anakinleias
Summary
     Her blouse is crooked and she's clutching the money bag, her knuckles
     white. She's breathing hard when she looks up at him, face flushed
     but the threat of tears no longer hangs in her eyes despite the
     wetness of her lashes. Her eyes are fiery and that just kills him a
     little more inside.
     2x02 AU where nothing goes wrong. (Or does it?)
Notes
     Marking this as underage since we don't know Kate's actual age during
     season 2 and I'd rather avoid any drama over it. Huge thanks to the
     usual suspects (dofb), y'all are the best. Belated birthday present
     to Rose and Lexie, hope you guys enjoy!
     Wanted to try my hand at writing canon, ended up writing this AU
     instead (heh), and the characters took the story and ran away from me
     even though I'm not fully happy with where it ultimately went. If
     this feels disconnected at the end, it's on purpose. Tried to tackle
     some of the themes I felt were relevant and should be talked about,
     hopefully it shows. All mistakes are mine.
See the end of the work for more notes
They have sex in the car. It's messy and rushed and she doesn't come, the
initial sting makes her cry out, the feeling of being stretched and filled is
foreign, and it all ends far too quickly just as it starts to feel remotely
good. Just as she starts to move with him, as her breathing becomes erratic and
his strokes make her shiver, she feels something hot spill inside of her as he
moans into her neck. She just slumps against him for a second before shakily
lifting herself from his lap and he groans when he slips out of her.
Kate maneuvers herself back into the passenger seat without a word, and with
whatever dignity she still has left, puts her pants back on and adjusts her bra
back into place. Her thighs are sticky with something she doesn’t want to name
and she feels flushed, her insides burning for something she doesn’t quite know
what. Seth's still breathing hard and she wants to cry, regret washing over her
like a wave of shame, ready to drown her in her sins.
It wasn't supposed to be this way. She was supposed to wait until marriage, to
be joined as one with the man who would be her husband, consummating a union
blessed by God, not screwing a drug addict in a stolen car after a robbery. If
God could see her now.
She bites her lip to ward off the tears and stares at the deserted road as he
pulls up his pants and quickly starts the car back up. The silence is deafening
and she rolls down the window to rid the tiny space of the smell of sex and
feel the night air across her face.
 
                                       -
The door of their motel room slams closed behind them with a deafening thud,
making her flinch. Seth pulls the gun from his waistband and places it on the
table, and then he is immediately speaking, looking everywhere but at her face.
“Listen,” his mouth feels like it's full of cotton.
“Please don't-” her voice shakes and she's holding back tears, blinking hard at
the carpet and clutching the bag of money to her chest. “Let's just- let's
forget this ever happened.”
He nods, setting his mouth in a firm line and runs his hands over his face,
palms pressing into his eyes. And because she can't see him and he's a
masochist that way, he adds, “It meant nothing, it didn't happen.”
His hands come up to run over his already messy hair and he finally looks down
at Kate. Her blouse is crooked and she's clutching the money bag, her knuckles
white. She's breathing hard when she looks up at him, face flushed but the
threat of tears no longer hangs in her eyes despite the wetness of her lashes.
Her eyes are fiery and that just kills him a little more inside.
He’s finally managed to push her away, and he wasn't even trying this time. It
wasn't the drugs, but the disgusting part of him that wanted everyone to be as
damaged as he was. Everything he touched died, like the king whose hand turned
everything into gold, whereas his only managed to destroy everything and
everyone around him.
She raises her head fully then, defiant as her gaze meets his; her breathing is
rapid and she feels as if going through a tunnel, the look in Seth’s eyes
making her pause when she realizes how close they’re standing, her throat going
dry.
Her tongue darts out to wet her bottom lip and his eyes track the movement,
pupils dilating as they come back to meet her own.
“Kate, I-”
Seth reaches for her just as she lets the bag of money drop from her tight
grasp and to the floor, stacks of rolled up bills spilling onto the carpet. His
hands bury themselves into her hair as she throws her arms over his neck,
clutching the back of her head as he melts into her kiss, running his thumbs
over her cheeks and sliding down to her waist when she bites on his bottom lip.
He pulls away from her mouth with a gasp, trailing open-mouthed kisses along
the column of her throat and sucking on the skin of her collarbone. She lets
out a moan when his hands run up her back under her shirt, hot palms caressing
the skin of her back and making her breath stutter. Kate pulls his head up to
meet her lips again, her own uncertain hands running down his shoulders to push
the sides of his jacket before he gets the hint and takes it off, pulling away
from her to undo the buttons on his vest and discarding it to the floor.
His hands return to her back, bunching up her blouse and pulling her flush
against his chest before he looks down at her, meeting her eyes with question
as he starts to lift the material. She nods, her own hands going to her front
buttons and undoing them for easier removal and he pulls the fabric over her
head, tossing it behind her and over one of the chairs.
He pushes her messy hair away from her face and behind her ears, tenderness in
his eyes as his thumbs caress her cheeks. She dips her head down and rests her
forehead against his sternum, cheeks burning and a flush spreading down
her chest.
He kisses the crown of her head, lifting her face so he can kiss her forehead,
the hot skin of her flushed cheeks and finally her lips. Gone is the frantic
feeling from before, and his kiss is both an apology for their rushed first
time and a promise of something more to come.
Kate’s palms rest against his chest, feeling his skin hot even through the
material of his sleep shirt and she wants to feel him, wants to feel his skin
underneath her palms like when they were in the car and she had her hands on
his neck, feeling his pulse as he moved inside of her. The memory makes her
acutely aware of the wetness she can feel between her legs, shifting against
him and running her hands down his stomach to pull his shirt up and touch him.
She leans away to raise the fabric further up his torso and he helps her by
pulling it up over his head, throwing it somewhere behind him. His mouth goes
to her shoulders, kissing down her collarbones and nudging her bra straps down
each of her arms as she reaches to undo the clasp. The material falls between
them and then her chest is pressing to his, her nipples going hard at the
contact, and when Seth traces her spine with his fingertips, it makes her
shiver.
 
                                       -
Seth makes it up to her, mindful of the fact that he didn’t give her an
opportunity to enjoy their first time. His words an apology whispered against
her skin as he brings her to a high over and over until she’s standing
impossibly close to the edge and he pulls her back, won’t let her fall.
He worships her body, prayers between his lips an act of contrition as her legs
shake and toes curl against the bed, the Lord’s name a whisper between her
moans as her hands fist the sheets. She registers in the back of her mind that
she resembles Christ nailed at the cross, and the thought quickly dissipates
when another pass of his tongue makes her hips jerk against him, which in turn
changes the angle of his fingers buried deep inside her. And then she only sees
light.
She’s fallen prey to the sins of the flesh, but refuses to feel anymore guilt
over giving into her desires. God surely has other reasons to condemn her to
eternal damnation.
 
                                       -
He rolls them over and she lets out a squeak of surprise, her new position on
top immediately making her feel nervous and self-conscious. Her hands clutch
his shoulders and Seth looks up at her, arm banded around her waist and a thumb
tracing her cheek before sliding down to her arm, holding one of her wrists and
gently pulling it away from his shoulder to hold her hand interlaced with his
own. He turns his head to nip at her wrist, thrusting up into her at the same
time as his arm pulls her down onto him, making her moan at the new angle. He
does it again, and this time she tentatively joins his movements, hips coming
down to grind against his own.
They find a rhythm, with her occasionally dipping her head down to join her
lips to his as he swallows her moans, or Seth muttering words of encouragement
about how good she feels while he licks his way down her neck, his chant
turning into vibrations against the hollow of her throat.
Seth's eyes are hazy as he looks up at her, and she can feel him pulsating
inside of her, knows he must be close too. Her hair is a curtain between them
and the outside world, strands hanging messily around them and framing her
face. He tightens his fingers around hers and thinks she never looked more
beautiful. Breathtaking.
She can feel the tightness in her belly, that need for more, to let go. Her
movements become frantic, beads of sweat running down her back while he traces
her spine, making her shudder as her skin breaks into goosebumps. She dips down
to press their lips again just as his arm comes around her to squeeze between
them, down to where they're joined. Kate gasps into the kiss, pulling away
minutely as her hand desperately grabs at the end of the mattress, struggling
to hold onto something. His fingers trace her clit before pressing in a hard
circle, matching the motion of her hips once, twice, and then she's crying out
against his mouth and her thighs quake as she feels it overcome her.
Seth finally lets her hand go and places both of his own at her waist, helps
keep her rhythm going by bringing her hips down against him, groaning at how
tight she feels as he tries to prolong her pleasure. Kate's still coming down
when he flips them over, her nails lightly scratching his back and feeling the
muscles ripple against her fingertips as he strokes into her, seeking his own
relief. His head comes down to suck on the flesh of her collarbone, muffling a
groan as he pulls out of her and finally comes on the sheet beside them.
He’s still breathing hard when he places a kiss on the pale flesh of her
throat, her heartbeat still thundering beneath his lips. Smiling against her
skin, he shifts his weight into his forearms and kisses her breast, making Kate
shiver and moan in protest, hands at his cheeks to push his scratchy beard away
from her sensitive skin.
He looks up at her then, eyes still glassy and hair fanned out on the pillow.
Her skin has started to cool off, the ceiling fan spinning above as it tries to
dissipate some of the heat. He nudges her leg so he can kick the sheet away,
turning to lie on his side and placing his head against hand, elbow bent.
He brings a hand to cup her cheek, thumb tracing her bottom lip and she turns
her face to look at him.
“Okay?” His voice is a soft whisper in the silent room. Confessions are easier
in the dark.
She knows what he’s asking, knows he needs to be sure. She kisses the pad of
his thumb, hand coming up to rest at the center of his chest, a benediction and
an absolution, “Yeah.”
 
                                       -
They’ve migrated to her bed, Seth’s arm draped over her middle and ready to
push her body underneath his own should any danger come through the door as he
lies on his side. She’s starting to drift off from the way he keeps running his
finger across her arm when he whispers her name again, making her turn her face
towards him with a hum, eyes still closed but brows raised.
“I’m sorry.”
This time she opens her eyes, question clear before she can even open her
mouth.
“About earlier, in the car. I should’ve at least warned you or tried to hold
back, we didn’t have any protection.” His tone is remorseful, beating himself
up. He knows better, should’ve done better, once again has put her at risk.
It dawns on her then; they had been full of adrenaline and lust, still high
from the successful job and one minute they were standing with heads close in
the small car and the next she was straddling him on the driver’s seat, his
hand buried in her hair as he moved in and out of her. She remembers feeling
that heat low in her belly that she now understands it means she had been
close, remembers him spilling hotly inside of her.
Kate closes her eyes again, partly in admonishment and partly in resignation.
She’s not some stupid close minded idiot from a small town, she had internet
access and biology classes like everyone else. She knows what this means, knows
what it could come to mean, and knows what she needs to do. She thinks of the
small public hospital nearby, wondering if this little town’s public healthcare
system will actually have the morning after pill for distribution or if she’ll
have to face the judgment on the pharmacist’s face when she also adds condoms
to her basket.
She turns to look at him, eyes meeting his pleading ones. She reaches for his
hand on her arm, bringing it to her lips and kissing the back of it before
interlacing their fingers, resting them over her chest and on top of her cross.
“Me too.”
End Notes
     Constructive criticism is appreciated, as are kudos and comments.
     Title from the Our Father prayer cause I was raised catholic(tm).
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pbones pressing into Dean’s. The kid is way too skinny. “You hungry? You want
breakfast?”
Sammy shakes his head against Dean’s chest, but his stomach rumbles loud enough
for Dean to hear.
He laughs and pushes Sam away from him, hands still on his shoulder. “Liar. You
don’t even know what you want.”
Sam looks up at that, changeable eyes dark and unreadable. “I know exactly what
I want,” he says, eyes darting down to Dean’s lips and back up again.
Dean’s fingers curl around Sam’s shoulders, not pulling him in, not pushing
away. “Yeah, Sammy? What do you want?”
Sam closes his eyes and exhales deeply. “So many things.” His eyes open, bore
into Dean’s. “Everything, Dean. I want everything.”
For a second, Dean can swear he feels Sam’s want pouring off of him in waves.
It's bigger than anything Dean’s ever felt, bigger than anything he can imagine
wanting. And he know somehow, right then, that Sam wanting him like this is
just a small part of a much bigger, desperate need. The realization that he
could (and will, he knows that) give Sam everything he has and it still won’t
be enough, terrifies him.
His silence goes on a few heartbeats too long. Sam looks worried. “Dean?”
Dean slides his fingers up into Sam’s hair and tugs gently. “You know I’ll give
you anything and everything I can, right?”
“Yeah, I know.” Sam leans back against Dean, twists his hips in a way to force
himself between Dean’s legs. Dean does not want to know where he learned that.
Sam slides his hands around Dean’s back. “Even this?” he asks, looking up at
Dean.
“Even this.” Dean tips his head down, and Sam surges up to meet him.
It’s supposed to be sweet. Sweet and easy. Almost a peck, to soothe a worried
Sam.
It isn’t. Sam’s hand spread against the back of Dean’s head, pulling him down.
His mouth opens under the slightest pressure of Dean’s lips. Dean moans at the
touch of Sam’s tongue. Sam wraps one leg around Dean’s, trying to get closer,
and Dean slides his hands down Sam’s back, grabs him right below his ass and
hauls him up. Sam locks his legs around Dean’s hips and sucks the air right out
of Dean’s lungs.
Dean flips them around and drops Sam down on the counter. Winding one hand into
Sam’s fucking ridiculous silky hair, he yanks Sam’s mouth of off his. He misses
it immediately. “Christ, Sam, where’d you learn to kiss like that?”
Sam strains against Dean’s hold, lips red and swollen. When he whines and bites
down on them, Dean gives in drags Sam back towards him. Sam pushes his tongue
back into Dean’s mouth, and Dean captures it, sucking hard on it, flicking his
tongue against the tip, as he pulls Sam more tightly against him.
Sam hands clutch desperately at Dean, searching for a place to rest. They claw
at his shoulders, at his biceps, the dig into his hips. Sam is whining steadily
now, wriggling against Dean until Dean’s afraid he’s going to fall right off
the counter. He thinks Sam is trying to say something, thinks he hears a whined
Dean, so he reluctantly pulls off.
As soon as he pulls away, Sam rips Dean’s shirt off over his head so fast,
Dean’s going to have friction burns. With one hand, he pushes the waist of his
sweatpants down, freeing his rock hard dick. With the other hand, he grabs
Dean’s shoulder and pulls him back in. “God, don’t stop,” he begs.
The feel of his little brother’s hard cock pressed against his stomach rips a
groan from Dean. He pushes Sam’s head up, so he can get his mouth on that long
column of neck. He latches on to the smooth skin, sucking and nipping at it.
Sam drops curses and prayers into Dean’s ear as he ruts against his stomach.
When Dean feels Sam tense and his breath catch in a sweet little inhale, he
bites down on the tender skin right above Sam’s collarbone. Sam’s fingernails
dig into the skin of Dean’s shoulders as he curls into himself and comes
silently all over Dean’s stomach and chest.
He’s trembling under Dean’s hands as he pulses hot against him. Sam gulps in
air as he shudders to completion. “Fuck,” Dean whispers reverently. “Fuck,
Sammy.” He’s hard as a rock and he can feel Sam’s come slipping down his body.
He thinks vaguely that he should be grossed out, but it’s the hottest thing
he’s ever experienced.
Sam laughs weakly as he rolls his forehead against Dean’s shoulder. “Damn.” He
turns his head into Dean’s neck and drags his tongue up and down the skin
there. Dean shudders. Sam laughs again, stronger this time, and slides his
hands down into the front of Dean’s jeans.
Dean can’t help the way his stomach contracts, the concavity making it easier
for Sam to slide in. Sam’s hand wraps around Dean's dick the best he can at the
awkward angle. Dean’s breath whooshes out of him. “Sam, you - fuck - you don’t
have - god - have to.”
“Shut up,” Sam orders, pushing at Dean with his free hand. Dean takes a
faltering step back, and Sam slithers off the counter. He pulls his hand off
Dean’s dick, dragging it out of his jeans. He slides his fingers through the
come still sliding down Dean’s skin. All Dean can do is stand there and fight
to breathe.
Then Sam sinks to his knees, hands on Dean’s hips, and Dean loses the fight.
Sam doesn’t look up as he tries to undo the button, his fingers trembling.
Dean drags some oxygen into his lungs and places his hands over Sam’s. “Sammy.”
Sam stops, but doesn’t look up.
Dean reaches down and pulls Sam up to him. “Hey, you really don’t have to.”
“I know. But I ... and you’re,” he presses his hand against the bulge in Dean
jeans. “And I really want to. I just...I never...”
“I would fucking hope not,” Dean says, and he kisses Sam again before he can
take that the wrong way. Dean backs them up against the counter. He drags Sam’s
leg between his and rocks against it. “Just this,” he says, in between kisses.
Sam kisses like a wildfire, hot and out of control, and Dean’s been hard for
what feels like forever. The slight pain of his dick pressing against the metal
zipper meld with the pain from Sam’s nails digging into his back, and it’s not
going to take long. He rolls his hips up and down, dry humping Sam’s bony hip
like he’s fourteen again.
It’s his turn to whine when Sam’s pulls off his mouth, but it turns into a moan
as Sam’s mouth finds the soft skin at the hinge of Dean’s jaw. He sucks the
skin between his teeth and nips at it gently.
“Fuck. You, ah, always were a quick, shit, learner.” Dean turns his head,
trying to recapture Sam’s mouth, but Sam just slides away with a giggle. That
really shouldn’t be hot, but Dean’s dick throbs at the sound.
“Yeah,” Sam says, flicking open Dean’s jeans with hands that don’t tremble the
tiniest bit. “I’m a fucking genius.” He slides the zipper down and frees Dean’s
cock. Gathering up the come from Dean’s stomach and slicking up more with the
clear fluid pulsing from the top of Dean’s dick, he tightens his grip and
slides his hand down Dean’s dick. Four hard pumps and one Jesus, Dean, you’re
so fucking hot later and Dean shoots his brains out his dick and all over his
little brother’s hand.
He leans heavily on Sam’s shoulders. Sam pushes at him ineffectually. “Get off,
I can’t hold you up.”
“You calling me fat?” Dean asks.
“Yeah I am,” Sam answers.
Dean hooks a foot around his ankle and pulls Sam down on top of him as he
collapses down onto the floor. He oofs as Sam lands on him.
They lay there, trading kisses and holding back things they both feel need to
be said at some point, until Sam’s stomach gurgles again. Dean’s answers it,
and they both laugh.
“We should eat,” Dean points out.
Sam nods absently, running his fingers over Dean’s nipple just to watch it
hardened. “Um hm. And then I was thinking we could check out that house the
kids at school were talking about.”
“Yeah,” Dean said, shivering under Sam’s hands and eyes. “Good plan.”
Sam pushes up on one elbow. “And when we come back, I’ll show you some other
things I’ve learned from all that pay-per-view porn you watch when you think
I’m asleep.”
Dean nods. It’s all he can do. He’s not sure what pandora’s box they’ve opened,
but there’s no going back now. He pushes out the ugly words trying to form in
his brain, and gives Sam the best smile he can. “Perv,” he jokes “I’m not that
kind of a girl.”
Sam pushes up and hold his hand out for Dean to take. “Yeah you are,” he says,
smiling down at Dean.
Yeah, I am, Dean thinks. He stands up and walks over to the stove to make some
eggs.
Just another normal Saturday morning.
Chapter End Notes
     Un-proofread because it's almost 2am but I couldn't sleep until it
     was done. I'll fix it tomorrow.
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