Hell yeah, fluffy AlistairDean?  I have sleepybuckybarnes to thank for that one ;) Here we gooo.

Dean had been teasing Alistair all day down at the torture block.  Glancing over at him flirtatiously, using Alistair's favourite tortures on the souls that wound up on his rack, shimmying his hips invitingly when he felt Alistair's gaze travel southerly.

Alistair smiled to himself, excited to finally use the gift he'd been saving for Dean.

When Dean came to the room they shared, Alistair had set the lights low, and greeted Dean with the softest of kisses.  

"You've been teasing me."

"You noticed that, did you?" Dean said with a smile.  Alistair chuckled, and pressed his gift into Dean's hand.  They were a pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs.

"Now, I know I promised you nothing but tenderness when you got down off my rack, and I'm not wanting to break that promise by restraining you.  I just want you at my mercy," Alistair explained.  "And there's a quick release catch, so you're only 'at my mercy' as long as you want to be."