Requests and Challenges - Blood, Sweat, and Tears: Chapter Six
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Title: Blood, Sweat, and Tears
Author: girlgotagun
Pairing: Sam/Dean (Unrelated)
Chapter Six: Give and Take
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The drive from the safe house to El Paso was a long one; nearly twenty hours. Sam insisted on driving straight through, staying in the front of the Impala only until the questions from Dean ended and then laying down in the back seat, out of the direct sunlight until night fell, and then he took over driving to let the hunter rest, since he would likely have to drive through the entire following day. But even with avoiding direct sun, the light was still blinding, still hard on his eyes and draining on his energy. By noon on the second day he was feeling sluggish and worn down, Dean’s heartbeat growing louder in the enclosed space and echoing in his ears. His fangs had descended a few hours earlier, his body driven to replenish what the sun had took, and he was unable to retract them.
“Dean.” His voice was weak when he finally decided to address the issue. He really didn’t have much of a choice-he still didn’t have access to bagged blood and as far as animal blood went-well, call him selfish, but he wasn’t about to stoop that low when he had a blood slave.
“Yeah, Sammy.”
The name wrenched Sam’s heart, but he let it go. “I’m going to have to feed again soon. Normally I’d leave more time between feedings, to let your body heal, but the sun is taking too much from me.”
Dean tensed, his pulse picking up, but something, maybe the weakness of Sam’s voice, stopped him from arguing.
Sam closed his eyes. He could wait until they stopped. He should at least offer Dean the dignity of not feeding from him in public. He couldn’t sleep, but he focused on conserving his energy, holding out until they reached El Paso and found a motel for the duration of the hunt. It wouldn’t be much longer.
He stopped breathing, the uncomfortable feeling starting almost immediately. But it helped, not being able to smell the hunter, and any bit of energy he could save would help.
Dean did the math in his head as they passed a highway sign listing the major cities that they were approaching and their approximate distance. “Three hours, Sammy.”
The vampire didn’t answer him.
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When they reached El Paso Dean located a motel, his nerves mounting. He wasn’t necessarily afraid of the vampire feeding from him-it didn’t exactly hurt, to his surprise, other than the initial puncture before pleasure overrode it. But it was still an uncomfortable thought, still went against his instincts as a hunter to let it happen. And it twisted his gut in self-loathing that, yeah, he was sort of craving the feeling that came with it. It was unlike anything else he had ever experienced and something deep inside him, bond or not, wanted it like nothing else.
If he was afraid of anything, though, it was his reaction to the pleasure. Last time, he had lost his sense of self, of his own desires and limits, and it had nearly gone too far. Hell, considering Sam was a freaking vampire, it had definitely gone too far. He was afraid of what would happen as the feedings went on.
But was it so bad if he wanted it? Dean had always said he’d try anything once, after all. Safe, sane, and consensual were really his only requirements. Although the whole bound slave thing sort of made those gray areas.
He just didn’t want Sam to fuck him. And he really didn’t want to deal with any sort of emotional heart-to-heart chick moments about it, which he got a feeling would be attempted with the influence of the bond.
He was okay with Sam doing some of the things he had done the day before. Way more okay with it than he wanted to admit as a hunter. But those things didn’t exactly offer an outlet for Sam. And if that was the case, if Dean let him do that, would he be expected to return the favor?
He tried to imagine sucking the vampire off and his stomach clenched. No. No, way too weird.
He paid for the room and took the key from the desk clerk before going to get his bag from the car and let Sam know that they had a room. Every step felt like a monumental effort as dread built in his stomach. He tried to soothe his mind with the knowledge that, if he couldn’t get out of it, at least it was going to feel really fucking good. And hey, Dean had done some pretty crazy shit in the pursuit of carnal pleasure-who was he to judge what form it came in?
He just hoped the vampire would stay far, far away from his ass. Or, okay, his tongue had felt fucking amazing. He amended the hope to Sam not trying to shove his fingers or dick in there.
He slapped the roof of the Impala twice, peering through the window to see the vampire’s eyes snap open. He jerked his head towards the row of rooms and then circled around to the trunk to unload his bag.
His gaze lingered on the machete nestled in with the weapons. He had a couple, but he was willing to bet that the other one was still back in the barn, purposefully left behind. For a moment he considered grabbing it, and almost immediately pain wracked his body, shooting through every nerve from his toes to his fingers. He forced the thought out and the pain began to subside. The stupid bond was pretty effective.
He slung the duffel bag over his shoulder and shut the trunk. Sam had gotten out of the car and was leaning against it wearily. He followed Dean as the hunter headed for their room, pausing a moment when he reached it and slid the key into the lock.
“Please, Dean.” Sam’s voice was soft and slightly desperate.
Dean looked at him in surprise. “Why are you asking? You could just take it.”
The vampire’s eyes slid closed as he leaned against the building. “Haven’t I taken enough from you?”
The words had a strangely comforting effect on Dean, and it gave him the nerve to turn the key and push the door open, to step inside the room with the vampire close behind him. “Go ahead.” He turned to face Sam as the door swung shut behind him, his voice barely audible to even his own ears, hardly believing that he was giving Sam permission. But something in him needed to end the vampire’s suffering, no matter the cost.
Sam wasted no time, the need to feed overtaking him, and he grasped the back of the hunter’s neck before pulling the collar of his shirt to the side and sinking his fangs into the exposed flesh. He exhaled hard in relief as the blood flowed forth, drinking it down in desperate gulps.
A harsh groan burst from the hunter’s throat as the pleasure raced through him, chasing the sharp pain of the bite and driving him to push his hips into Sam’s, the friction against his hardening cock drawing a needy sort of moan from the shorter man. Sam turned them, pressing Dean against the door as he drank, pressing his hips harder into the hunter’s as he rutted against him.
He drank only enough to passably restore his strength before tearing his mouth away, mindful of the fact that he had only fed from the man the day before. He pressed his lips instead to the hunter’s, kissing him hungrily as the man moaned at the taste of his own blood on the vampire’s mouth. It was so fucking wrong. So why did it only increase Dean’s need for Sam?
Sam reached between them, easily unbuttoning Dean’s jeans and pushing them down, quickly followed by his boxer briefs, and Dean moaned as his hand wrapped around his dick, stroking it in in a slow but firm rhythm, twisting slightly with each pass over the tip, teasing the extra-sensitive nerves under the head. He thrust into the vampire’s grip, his breathing heavy and eyes closed as he reveled in the pleasure. The part of his mind that was screaming about how wrong it was had gotten quieter, easier to ignore this time around, and despite the fact that it was the very thing that Dean had been worried would happen, at the moment he was glad for it.
Sam used his free hand to undo the button and zipper of his own pants, quickly pushing them down to pool around his ankles and then pressing his thick cock against Dean’s before wrapping his around both and jerking them as they slid together. It was too much for Dean, and after only a few firm strokes he felt his orgasm start to rush through him. He came harder than he could remember in his life, spilling over Sam’s hand as his cock pulsed and the vampire milked out every last drop. Sam wasn’t far behind him, driven to the edge by the second-hand pleasure through the bond, a low curse falling from his lips as he pressed his lips once more to Dean’s. His body, changed and frozen in time, didn’t produce ejaculate, but the orgasm was just as intense as when he had been human, if not more so.
Dean didn’t protest as the vampire carried him to the bed and laid him down, his mind to fucked-out and bliss-filled to care much about anything. Sam disappeared into the bathroom for a moment and returned with a wet washcloth, cleaning the hunter up before laying down beside him, knowing that the bond would insist on Dean staying close to him after such an activity.
His own afterglow started to fade as the hunter drifted into a sated sleep and Sam’s mind turned to the hunt that they would start in the morning.
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