The Mummy - Epilogue (late, late post)
Title: The Mummy
Author: Mystik
Beta: The fantastic kiraynn
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/character: Dean/Sam
Rating: FRAO
Prompt: Horror
Notes/Warnings: slash, AU. I hope you all like it!
Previous chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05
Two years later.
He blew against the wall trying to push the dust away then used his brush to finish the job. Fascinated at his discovery, his finger slid over the uncovered sigils.
“So you found it, huh?”
Sam turned around, smiling when he saw Dean at the entrance of the chamber with his arms crossed over his chest.
“Yes, I did.” Sam could barely contain his excitement. He turned again to look at the sigils. “Low empire if my guesses are correct, during the Acadian invasion.”
“I love it when you talk dirty.”
Sam laughed then found his lungs to be short of air when Dean moved closer to him. He always seemed to have that reaction when the other man was mere inches away.
Dean smirked predatorily, breaking the distance even more. “So…if I remember correctly, two years ago we were in a similar position.”
“What position?” Sam took a step back.
Dean dropped his backpack onto the floor, pinning Sam against the stone behind him. “Me pressing you up against the wall. Sand and dust everywhere. Only…”
Sam wound his arms around Dean’s neck, his eyes darkening with lust. “Only…?”
“Only I didn’t get the chance to fuck you like I’m going to do now.”
Sam moaned against Dean’s mouth then bit his bottom lip, soothing the sting with his tongue. “You’re just talk.”
“Fucker.”
“I’d rather be the fucked.”
Dean laughed huskily before kissing him deep and dirty, pressing his body against the wall even harder. Sam moaned greedily; his fingers pulled Dean’s suspenders down then went for his belt.
“Impatient, huh?”
“Come on, Dean. I haven’t felt your cock inside me since this morning.”
Dean growled, popped buttons flying everywhere as he eagerly tore Sam’s shirt open. He lowered his head, tongue licking against the scars left from the sigils on Sam’s sternum before he moved to bite and suck greedily at the brunet’s left nipple. As the noises Sam made echoed loudly around the walls of the chamber, Dean gave the same erotic treatment to the other nipple. He slid his hand up Sam’s body, fingers rubbing against his mouth.
“Suck.”
Sam parted his lips and took in two of the fingers, moaning around them, getting them wet. His saliva ran down over Dean’s hand and wrist.
Dean continued his journey south, licking and biting along the scars on Sam’s skin. With his free hand he pushed down the younger man’s pants, Sam’s erection slapping against his toned stomach.
“Always so hard for me,” whispered Dean roughly. He took the big cock into his mouth, sucking deeply at the same time that his fingers pulled free of Sam’s hot mouth. Dean grabbed Sam’s firm buttocks and shoved two fingers deep inside his ass.
“Fuck, Dean…!” Sam keened, thrusting forward in that luscious mouth and back on the fingers inside of him. “Don’t need…the prep…”
Dean slid Sam’s cock out of his mouth with a wet pop. He rose to his feet, fingers still moving deep inside of Sam’s body. “I can tell,” he hissed against the brunet’s ear, biting the lobe. “Still wet and loose for me, baby? Can’t wait for me to shove my cock so deep inside your ass you’re gonna feel it for months?”
Sam eagerly tore open Dean’s trousers and pushed the material down, his right leg stepping out of his own trousers. “Fuck yeah, baby…do it. Shove it in me.”
Dean caught and held Sam’s leg against his waist. He slid his fingers out the tight ass and grabbed hold of his own hard cock, positioning it against Sam’s hole. He pressed forward, rubbing against the skin surrounding it and then started to sink inside him.
“Fuck, Sam…you always feel so good,” he moaned, that melting hot sensation enveloping his sensitive dick.
Sam pulled Dean closer by the leg he had around his waist as a needy growl emerged from his throat. The sound quickly turned to a pleasured howl as Dean pushed all the way inside, his balls slapping against his ass.
“Give it to me, baby…” Sam panted against Dean’s mouth. “Fill me up with your spunk.”
Dean moaned inside that dirty, dirty mouth and slid out until the head of his dick was stretching the rim of Sam’s ass, just the way he liked, before slamming back inside. He fucked him in earnest.
Pain sparked behind Sam’s eyes as he bumped his head against the wall, mixing with the sparks of pleasure that Dean’s hard thrusts were sending through his body.
The movements became even more frantic and Sam just had the presence of mind to use his left hand between their bodies to jerk himself off quickly in time with Dean’s sharp thrusts.
“That’s it, bring yourself off for me,” whispered Dean roughly, his grip on Sam’s hip and thigh bruising tight.
The knowledge that he would sport another mark of Dean’s was enough to send Sam over the edge. He kissed Dean deeply, groaning inside that hot mouth when he came between their bodies in long, thick spurts.
Dean bit down on Sam’s bottom lip, moaning in ecstasy as the clamp on his cock sent him over the edge too.
Sam closed his eyes, his spent cock twitching with each splash of hot come dripping inside of him. The jerky movements slowed down until Sam supported his and Dean’s combined weight against the stone wall.
“Damn.”
Dean kissed his throat lazily with a satisfied grin. “Such language for a librarian.”
Sam laughed. “You love how I use my language to bring you off.”
“Oh my God, cover yourselves!”
At the voice echoing in the entrance, Dean laughed hard, stepping back and out of Sam. He smirked at the resulting groan from the younger man’s lips then turned around while adjusting his trousers to smirk at the young boy who was making gagging noises.
“Ben, I thought I told you to wait outside?”
The boy scratched his head, blushing. “I was bored.”
Sam rolled his eyes, putting his clothes together as best as he could. “Don’t make me take you back to Saint Augustine, Benjamin.”
“You can’t threaten to take me back to orphanage! I didn’t do anything wrong!”
Dean laughed harder. He lost count of how many times Sam used that empty threat on Ben. He closed his shirt and put his suspenders back on, walking towards their adopted son.
“Come on,” he said, putting a hand on the boy’s shoulder, “I’ll show you something really good. We should let your daddy work.”
Sam smiled faintly when he saw Dean talk animatedly with Ben as they left the chamber. He turned his eyes back to the work in front of him, smile widened in amusement when he couldn’t close his shirt because Dean ripped open all the buttons. Chuckling, Sam picked up his brush from the ground.
Life was damn good.
END