Title: If it's red, drink it.
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The day Azazel's son turns sixteen years old, there's a big party thrown in his mansion to celebrate prince Samuel's birthday. The boy is smart but quiet, and not used to the world outside his dad's home. He also carries a secret that shapes his life and burdens him constantly. While the most important people in town will be there to take part in the event, people like Dean Winchester, the son of the town's mechanic and Azazel's enemy, is definitely unwelcome at the party. Dean, who has a reputation for his great charm and libido, can hardly resist the chance to crash this party and provoke his dad's foe. What happens when Dean, an experienced and seductive lover, lays eyes on Azazel's mysterious and shy son will cause old secrets to surface and change their lives forever.
Warnings and A/N: AU, Top!Dean, bottom!Sam, underage sex, abuse. More stuff might come up...
Previous chapters Chapter 77
Dean wrote down the information Sam had managed to give him through Bobby. It turned out that Azazel had many properties all over the state, but of the five ones Sam had singled out, there were three, in particular, that were very near some of the roads where Dean had spotted Azazel's car. Having the address of these three houses certainly narrowed down the possibilities, and for the first time since his dad had been abducted, Dean felt hopeful.
Before he ventured into any of the addresses, though, Dean knew he had to gear up. He remembered when Sam had been attacked by a vampire, and how he told him that Azazel had chopped the vampire's head in order to kill him. That was some important information that Dean planned to use.
John Winchester's older son bought two sharp machetes, a gun and many bullets. He didn't know what he was going to find in those houses, but he wanted to be prepared.
~ * ~
Sam was dreaming, but it felt so real, so vivid. He was in Dean's arms, and nothing could separate them. He could feel Dean's lips on his, and it felt so good that Sam never wanted to wake up. Dean's lips were so soft against his neck and shoulder, his breath on his skin felt so warm…
Very warm.
Too warm for a dream.
Sam's eyes darted open and his heart raced. "What?"
"Shhh…relax, prince Samuel." Lucifer purred into his ear. "Just relax…"
Lucifer had woken up first, with a raging hard-on between his legs. He had looked to his side to find Sam still sleeping peacefully. The sight of the boy had caused a new surge of blood to rush to his cock.
Lucifer had pulled the sheets off Sam's body and studied him. The boy was lying on his stomach, wearing nothing but underwear, and his cheek rested against the soft pillow. Lucifer had climbed on top of him and straddled him, then he had leaned softly and started to plant sweet butterfly kisses all over Sam's neck and bare shoulders.
He had been kissing Sam for fifteen minutes or more when the boy stirred underneath him.
"Lucifer? What are you doing?" Sam's voice sounded panicked. He had just realized that he wasn't having a dream, but to his despair, his body didn't seem to mind it. Sam's cock was hard, trapped between his body and the mattress, and every time Lucifer's lips caressed his skin, Sam felt himself throb.
"Just relax, Sammy…it's okay."
Sam didn't know what to do. He wanted to get away, he wanted Lucifer to stop touching him, and yet, at the same time, his body was on fire.
"Please stop, I don't…" Sam's protest died with a rising moan when Lucifer sucked on the place where his neck and shoulder met at the same time he snaked an arm around Sam's chest and held him firmly.
Sam panted. That was wrong. That had to stop. Sam had been dreaming of Dean, and Lucifer couldn't do that, it wasn't fair, it…
"Shhh, let me take care of you." Lucifer's hand trailed lower and slipped past the waistband of Sam's underwear.
When Lucifer's fingers closed around Sam's cock and stroked, the boy bucked hard and arched into the body on top of his. He couldn't control his reaction. His body was starved for that kind of pleasure, and Sam's mind was fighting a losing battle against his arousal.
"Oh…" Sam gasped and thrust into the fingers.
Lucifer chuckled hotly against Sam's ear and thrust against his bottom, letting Sam feel the bulge in his pants.
"It's okay…just let go, Sam…it's okay…" Lucifer coaxed. He stroked harder and rubbed himself faster against Sam.
Sam squeezed his eyes shut and shuddered. All his blood was pooling in his dick, and Sam was helpless. When he felt Lucifer lower his underwear, though, he tried to struggle again, but Lucifer's stronger body kept him firmly pressed into the mattress, and Lucifer's knowing fingers had Sam exactly where he wanted-lost in a haze of pleasure, unable to say no.
"Relax, I won't…I just want to feel you." Lucifer rubbed his engorged cock in the crack of Sam's ass, and the feeling caused him to groan and bite down on Sam's shoulder.
"Please…please…" Sam was no longer begging Lucifer to stop. He couldn't control his urgency anymore. He was begging for release.
Lucifer's wrist moved faster up and down, his fingers squeezing just enough to make Sam shake and lose control. The boy buried his head into the pillow and cried, his thighs shaking and his hips arching as he came all over Lucifer's hand.
Lucifer bit down hard on his bottom lip and thrust more erratically against Sam. He wanted so badly to pierce that tight little opening and be buried to the hilt into Sam's warmth, but he refrained. The thought of being so close to fucking Sam, though, was enough to push him over the edge. Lucifer groaned and shuddered, then he came hard, making a mess between Sam's legs.
When the older man at last released him and collapsed by his side, Sam didn't know whether he was angry, embarrassed or just sad. But he couldn't lie that he was sexually pleased. He hadn't realized how much his body needed that release.
"Did I hurt you?" Lucifer asked suddenly as he looked at the boy's wrist, only then remembering Sam's injury.
"No. I'm fine."
Lucifer kissed Sam's hand softly and then leaned closer to plant a kiss to his lips.
"There's no need to fear this. I'm going to make you feel good," Lucifer said.
Sam frowned. Fear? He did not fear intimacy with Lucifer, he just did not want it, it was different. Sam chose not to say anything.
"I'm going to take a shower. Want to join me?"
"Nah, you can go first."
"Okay," Lucifer sounded disappointed but didn't insist. "I have somewhere I need to be anyway."
Sam didn't say anything. He just watched as Lucifer disappeared into the bathroom. When he was alone in the room, Sam buried his head into the pillow and sighed deeply. His wrist throbbed; Sam knew it was time for the pain medication, but he did not feel like moving. He shut his eyes and tried to go back to sleep.
~ * ~
"Lucifer," Azazel opened the door and welcomed the business man inside. The guards had informed him about the visitor, and even though Azazel had to leave in a few minutes, he knew he couldn't just ignore the billionaire.
"Hello, Azazel."
"I'm afraid you've come at a bad time. I have a hospital meeting in about…" he checked his watch. "twenty minutes."
"Oh, I won't be long, don't worry." Lucifer looked around, wondering if there were any employees listening to what he had to say.
Azazel understood Lucifer wanted privacy, so he walked to the kitchen and told the few people there to leave for a moment.
"Are you sure you don't want to go up to the office? If it's important I suppose I could try to push the meeting for later…"
"That won't be necessary," Lucifer said.
The two men stood face to face in the living room.
"I heard you paid Samuel a visit," Lucifer smiled, but his eyes were cold.
Azazel's yellow eyes narrowed. He read Lucifer quickly, and realized the blond man was extremely displeased.
"Yes. I visited my son a few days ago."
"As soon as I left, am I right?"
Azazel tried to act cool. He did not want to have an argument with Lucifer. Specially since the whole wedding thing was still false, he wanted to be in the wealthy man's good graces.
"Is that a problem, Lucifer? I wanted to know how he was doing, if he was settling down okay in the new house…You know, if he needed anything."
"Right." Lucifer looked deeply into Azazel's eyes. He knew what he was, but Lucifer was not afraid. "I believe Samuel and I have everything we need for the time being. Thank you for your concern."
Lucifer knew that Azazel understood what he meant by that. He was stating his claim on Sam very clearly. When he turned around to leave, however, Azazel held his arm and made Lucifer look at him.
"He's always going to be my son, Lucifer. I understand you're protective of him, I do. But he'll always be my boy. You can't change that."
"I thought that he was my husband now," Lucifer lowered and hardened his voice.
"Well, of course he is. But we have an agreement, remember? I can visit him as often as I want to and-"
"Screw that agreement." Lucifer thought of the bite marks on Sam's neck and felt his blood boil.
Azazel took a deep breath. Lucifer sounded on the verge of saying something they would both regret. Azazel wanted Sam's blood, but he didn't need to have bad blood with Lucifer. It would only make things difficult, so he took a step back. "I am sorry if I rushed. He's your husband, you're absolutely right." There were other ways of getting to Samuel.
Lucifer relaxed. The fire in his eyes died down a little and he nodded.
"Thank you."
Azazel smiled warmly, but inside he was already planning his revenge. Lucifer needed to understand that Azazel had allowed him to have Sam. He should be grateful, not demanding.
"Anything else?" The vampire asked.
"No. That's all."
"Then have a good day, Lucifer. I hope Sam is doing well, too."
"The kid broke his wrist falling down the stairs." Lucifer studied Azazel.
"Oh, how dreadful." Azazel frowned. "Should I stop by and take a look at it? I wonder why he didn't tell me anything…"
"He's fine. I don't think he needs anything."
"Well, let me know if he changes his mind. Goodbye, Lucifer."
Azazel walked the blond man to the door and saw him out. His smile faded and his lips curled with a snarl. Who the hell did Lucifer think he was to go around giving him orders?
Azazel walked to the telephone, picked it up and dialed a few numbers.
~ * ~
After a three-hour drive, Dean finally got to the first address on his list. The moment he got out of the Impala his heart fell. The address belonged to a small clinic, probably owned by Azazel. From the sidewalk, Dean could see the movement of patients coming and going. There was nothing slightly shady about the location, but since he was there, he decided to go in and investigate anyway.
Dean went in and asked questions, and he ended up knowing that the clinic had been running for 5 years. There was no way that was where Azazel was keeping John, so Dean had to cross out the first address.
As tempted as he was to get back on the Impala and drive to the second location, Dean was exhausted. He forced himself to check in the cheapest motel and grab at least four, five hours of sleep before driving to the next location.
Neither John nor Sam would benefit from Dean crashing the car because he was sleep-deprived.
~ * ~
Lucifer had his arm around Sam as they watched a movie on TV. It was night, and it felt good being home and holding the boy close. Lucifer hadn't tried to touch him again, because he was happy with this morning's small victory. Sam had been reluctant and had tried to fight him, but in the end the prince had welcomed his touch and got off on it. That was progress, and Lucifer was feeling optimistic that in a few more days he would be banging Sam senselessly. It was not like he was in a hurry. He had taken some time off work and all he had to do was-
"Dammit," Lucifer cursed when the phone rang one more time.
"You should get it. It's the fifth time they call you," Sam pointed out.
Lucifer hated to agree. He picked up the call and left the sofa in order to go talk to whoever was calling for a few minutes. Little did he know how relieved Sam felt for the distance between them.
A few moments later, Lucifer stood in front of Sam, looking livid.
"What happened?" Sam frowned.
"Nothing. I have to go, though."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that an emergency has come up, and I'm needed in Canada by morning. Unbelievable," he groaned.
"I'm sorry," Sam said, even though he didn't really feel anything.
"No, I'm sorry baby…" Lucifer got on his knees and took Sam's hands in his. "This is supposed to be our honeymoon. I promise you I'll make sure this doesn't happen again."
"It's alright. You do what you have to do."
"Aren't you mad?"
Sam was anything but mad. He didn't care at all.
"Of course not."
"I love you." Lucifer kissed him, hard. "I have to pack and go to the airport, though. I'm sorry…"
Sam watched as Lucifer disappeared upstairs.
As he packed, a shadow crossed Lucifer's blue eyes and twisted his features.
"Oh, Azazel…you better not have anything to do with this…" he grunted. His conversation with the vampire was still vivid in his mind, and right now Lucifer could not shake away the thought that Azazel had had something to do with him being called away.
Even if he had, though, there was nothing Lucifer could do right now, so he finished packing and left, knowing that as soon as he returned he would question Sam about any visits from his daddy.
~ * ~
Sam turned off the TV and dismissed the employees still around.
It was nine o'clock. Too early to sleep, so he chose a book and was on his way up the stairs when the doorbell rang. The boy felt all the hairs rise on the back of his neck. Lucifer had left about one hour ago. That could only be Azazel ringing.
'I won't answer that', Sam thought as his heart began to race. His fingers tightened around the book on his hand, but when Sam tried to take another step, the doorbell rang again. And again. And again.
"I know you're in there, Samuel. Open up."
Azazel's voice made Sam's blood go cold. He looked at his broken wrist and felt a queasy feeling of fear in the pit of his stomach.
Slowly, Sam walked towards the closed door.
"It's late. You should come back later," he said.
"Samuel, dear…either you open this door right now, or I will bring it down. You choose the mood you want me to be in when I finally see you."
Sam swallowed hard. He couldn't do that anymore, he couldn't. If Dean didn't find that house soon and released their father then Sam would go insane.
With shaky fingers, Sam unlocked the door.
"Hello, Samuel," Azazel smiled softly. "I believe you remember my German friend, Emerick?"
Sam shuddered. He was sitting on his dad's lap, naked, as the German man caressed his thighs and sunk his fangs into his flesh.
Sam tried to close the door but Azazel stopped it with his hand.
"Samuel, where are your manners? Emerick and I have come for dinner."
"There's no dinner. The maid has already left."
Azazel walked in, followed by the serious blond man in a suit, who eyed Sam from head to toe with evident hunger.
"Oh, but there is dinner, sweet boy. You know there is…" Azazel stroked Sam's check with the back of his hand.
Sam wanted to cry, but he wouldn't give them the satisfaction.
"Why are you doing this?"
"Because you told Lucifer about my little visit."
"I didn't, I-"
"Today I'm here with a friend," Azazel cut Sam off. "The next time you tell Lucifer about me dropping by, I'm going to show up with a couple of friends. And if that isn't enough for you to learn that our meetings are private, I might show up with three, four, twenty friends. Would you like that Samuel?" Azazel cupped the boy's cheek and his breath ghosted above Sam's face. He could smell the boy's fear, and he liked that. "Would you like to be naked as twenty vampires fed on your blood?"
"Please…" Sam whispered. He couldn't handle that anymore. Sam watched as the silent German man with lust in his eyes approached him, too.
Azazel grabbed one of Sam's arms and the German man grabbed the other, causing Sam to drop the book he had been holding.
"Are you coming peacefully, or would you like me to break something else as you fall down the stairs, you know, accidentally?"
The two men grinned mischievously and Sam shut his eyes and hoped it would be over soon.
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