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The Poison I Need by artbabe, внезапно Ник/Сэм, рейтинг, пытки, мертвый голубь и всё такое.

Nick drops Sam’s head and gets back to carving. Cuts extra deep on each horizontal stroke of the E . Sam is whimpering by the end of the R . Nick underlines it with a final slice.
LUCIFER carved into his back. NICK carved into his front. Blood seeping into the bedsheets below him. Sam will be the one washing them.
“Say you loved him.”
Sam shakes his head.
“Your body was created for him. You ungrateful little… You must have loved him. Say you loved him. Say you’ll be here when he returns.”  
“Not fucking coming back.”
“What do you think he’ll think of you when he sees his name cut into your skin? He’ll know. Everyone will know .”
“Everyone already knows. I don’t get to just, to just stop being his vessel because he left. Fuck you. Fuck him.”
“Fuck you!” Nick growls. He shoves Sam off the bed, and his body hits the floor hard . His dick is still standing at attention. Goddamn whore.

Тот самый сорт нездоровой хуйни, который мне заходит вот прям со свистом. Очень хорошо ощущается, насколько оба участника сцены больны одним и тем же - Люцифером.
Но интересно, как по-разному протекает болезнь.
И да, такие сюжеты абсолютно не терпят авторского неумения. Этот автор умеет.

“I’ll clean your shoes, if you want.” He says as he tugs on his jeans. He winces when he pulls them all the way up to his crotch. “And your pants.” He doesn’t even bother to button his flannel up, just enough to cover the scabbing-up cuts on his belly.
Sam strips the bed and takes Nick’s shoes and pants from him and staggers toward the door. He’s probably going to have a little pity party and ask his angel to heal him before anyone sees the nasty cuts and starts to wonder.
“I’m sorry,” Sam says before he steps outside. “I hope that didn’t hurt you or mess with your head or- or whatever. I know you’re not… I know you’re a good person.”
“Of course, Sam. As long as you got what you needed.”
Sam nods. He offers a tight smile.
Gullible bitch.

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