Fic: Blood Sugar Sex Magik
Title: Blood Sugar Sex Magik
Authors: mpregloveranon & vanster23
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Mpreg, extreme PWP, blood!kink (don’t like, don’t read ;) )
Disclaimer: We just own a kinky imagination. The characters belong to CW, Kripke and whoever else is rightfully making money with them. The credits for the title belong to the Red Hot Chili Peppers.
Summary: (from the spnkink_meme) Sam gets Dean pregnant due, by the time Dean's big, he starts craving blood because, as it turns out, the baby is part-demon (due to Sam's demon-ness). Sam decides to fix this by cutting himself and feeding Dean his blood. That's where the bloodkink starts to evolve...
Orginally posted anonymously, but we can't hide it any longer!
"Ow!" Sam grunted as he cut his finger while chopping up some vegetables for Dean. He had started feeling crappy again, and nothing was making him feel better, so Sam had somehow convinced him to eat something healthy for a change. It couldn't hurt him in his condition.
Dean had been sitting at the kitchen table, lazily watching some cheap soap on the little TV, they had set up on one of the counters, while idly rubbing the swollen flesh of his five months pregnant belly. About half a year ago Sam and he had started having sex with each other after a hunt that had nearly gotten both of them killed and couple of months later Dean had started feeling weird. They had done a lot of research on any possible creatures that might have cursed them or laid a spell on Dean but came up with nothing, so their best bet was, that it had something to do with the fact that Sam was special. Upon hearing his brother’s pained grunt, the older hunter turned around curiously and his attention was instantly drawn to the small, red droplets, rolling down Sam’s cut thumb. Licking his lips unconsciously, he leaped off his chair and almost bumped into his brother, grabbing for his injured hand and instinctively pulling the bleeding finger into his mouth.
Sam looked at his brother for a second, in complete shock, not sure what to think of this. Sure, they fucked, and were having a baby, but this? This was something completely different. "Um, Dean?" He said as he pulled his finger out of Dean's mouth. "What's that for?"
A small whine escaped Dean's throat, when his brother pulled his finger back, and he looked up at him half dazed and feeling weirdly turned on. As disgusting as the idea might sound, it was as if the coppery taste of Sam's blood on his tongue had woken a new, almost primal need inside of him and he had felt movement inside his rounded belly. Gaping at his lover with wide eyes and blown pupils, he suddenly became aware that he had felt their baby kick for the first time and his hand went instinctively to his bump. "Oh."
Sam saw Dean's hands move and instinctively joined him on his belly. "Holy shit!" He groaned as he felt their child move for the first time. "Did that just happen?" Sam asked his brother. "Did the baby just kick because...?"
"I... I think so... Yeah." Dean shook his head, trying to clear the fog around his mind but his eyes were drawn to Sam's hand once more and he clutched at his brother's wrist again. Holding eye contact with him, Dean pulled the still bleeding digit towards his mouth and gently enveloped it with his lips, sucking at the rich, red liquid and immediately feeling a new kick from inside him. The look in Sam's eyes told him that it had indeed happened and that he wasn't imagining things. "Oh my God..." He breathed in surprise, letting go of his brother's hand.
The younger hunter's clean, free hand had stayed on his brother's big belly, rubbing back and forth, feeling their son (they were both certain it was a boy) start to move harder and more often as Dean sucked on his finger. "Yeah, that definitely just happened…" Sam moaned quietly, his thumb dipping into Dean's belly button as his cut finger was released, the blood cleaned off of it.
Still startled Dean stared at his baby brother in a mix of shock and curiosity. "How... Why... We need to figure this out, Sam!" He stuttered dumbly.
Sam slipped his hand lower down Dean's belly in search of a fresh kick. "Do you feel better?" He asked quietly, thinking he had it figured out already.
"Yeah... I really do..." Dean answered, after considering the odd question for a second and noticing that he was indeed feeling less tired and drained than he usual did, since he had started showing.
"It's my blood…" Sam muttered. "The baby must, need it... God, I'm sorry De--"
All of a sudden Dean's head started spinning with new questions. Sam's blood? Why the hell would their baby need Sam's blood? That wasn't... That couldn't... He felt his knees start to give out underneath him and Sam, looking really worried, grabbing onto his shoulders to keep him upright. "No."
Sam held Dean tight. "Dean, it's probably what got you pregnant in the first place. The baby must need it to grow inside you." He quickly tried to explain. Damnit, Dean looked like shit now. "C'mon, Dean, don't do this to me, not now!"
"Need to lie... down for... a minute." The older Winchester mumbled just as his eyes rolled into his head.
The dark haired Winchester panicked like hell, not knowing what to do. He couldn't risk anything happening to Dean or the baby. "Dean!" He groaned, biting his lip, causing it to crack open.
The smell of fresh blood filled Dean’s nostrils and his eyes blinked open. Seeing the red smear on Sam’s bottom lip, he bolted forward and sealed his lips to his brother’s mouth in a literally hungry kiss.
Sam kissed back hard, feeling the baby kick as their bodies squeezed together. "Holy shit."
*
Sam learned more about his body's circulatory system than he ever thought he would, learning where to cut himself for the maximum amount of blood with the least amount of damage to his body. Dean needed him now, in every sense of the world. What seemed at first to be grotesque shock on his brother’s part quickly turned into acceptance, and by the time he hit seven months, he seemed to be... enjoying it, to say the least.
Dean had just come out of the shower, wearing nothing but a small towel that barely hid the erection he was sporting just a the sight of Sam, tying a rubber band around his left bicep and getting a clean scalpel blade out of their first first-aid kit. Every time he drank from Sam’s blood, the baby inside him would go crazy, kicking him stronger and getting him aroused more easily as it grew.
Seeing Dean in the mirror, Sam knew he had an addict on his hands. The glitter in his eyes, that were aimed for the scalpel, said it all. "Getting big there, Dean?" He said casually with a smile as he cut himself.
"I think this little guy has still a lot of time for growing." Dean was rubbing his big, bulged out belly with one hand, while slowly walking towards their bed. "Needs to grow big and strong 'cause he's a Winchester." He smirked with lust-filled eyes, now focussed on Sam's vein, just as his brother took the blade to his skin.
Sam followed Dean as blood started to flow out of his arm. "Towel off, Dean!" He instructed his brother as he stood in front of the bed.
Like the good little soldier he'd always been, Dean tugged at the towel and let it fall to the floor, exposing his sensually curved, pregnant body in all his naked glory. He could barely contain the need to jump Sam but he knew that his lover would only start teasing him, if he got too needy.
Sam loved having Dean depend on him, but this was beyond that. He held his arm out towards him and smiled. "Do what you've gotta do for the little guy." He teased, winking at Dean and staring down at his ripe belly.
Dean moaned low in his throat as he latched onto his brother's arm and started sucking at the nicked vein. As soon as the warm, rich blood dribbled onto his tongue and he started swallowing it, the baby inside his distended stomach began to kick and roll around, delivering several punches at his groin area from the inside. "Good..." He groaned, still drinking from Sam and feeling his cock get even harder with their child's squirming
The younger man sighed, his lover’s mouth making him forget any pain the cutting caused. "That's it!" He breathed out. Then he reached down and felt the baby roll around inside Dean, pushing out towards his hand, just above Dean's pubic hair. "That's my big boy."
Reluctantly pulling back from Sam's arm, Dean looked at his brother with darkened eyes. His pupils were blown so wide with untainted lust that the irises were reduced to a thin, green ring around the black pools and there was still blood on his mouth. "I need you in me, Sam. Now!" He croaked, encircling his aching cock with his hand and pumping it a few times to bring pre-cum to its slit.
Sam shuddered. It was like Dean was possessed, but he wasn't. It was only him and the baby inside his brother. "Still bleeding a little…" he stated to Dean, seeing the red still on his lips.
"No need to seduce me." Dean licked his lips and winked at his lover, moving closer to climb onto the bed and straddle his hips. "I'm all yours..."
"Don't want to get it on the sheets…" Sam moaned, wiping his finger over the cut and holding it out for Dean to do what he wanted to with it.
Dean sucked Sam's finger into his mouth and circled his tongue around it, moaning dirtily, while his hands fumbled with the zipper of his brother's jeans. "Want your cock in me, while we feed our son." He purred as he started shoving at the pants.
Sam's free hand was back on Dean's belly and felt another kick. "Oh, you like that, little guy?" He asked dirtily as his pants hit the floor, his cock straining in his boxer shorts.
"He's still hungry." Dean rasped and almost ripped the boxers off his lover hips. "And so am I!" Freeing Sam's impressive cock from the offending piece of clothing, he held it in one hand and slowly lowered himself onto it, rubbing his hole against the leaking head for a second, before letting it breach his tight ring muscle. "Yeah!" He growled at the burning, he felt when his entrance was stretched wide to make room for the thick shaft.
Sam's large hand stayed on Dean's huge stomach as he started to lower himself down, the baby pushing against his brother's smooth skin. "Oh my god!" He growled, blood still slowly trickling out of the cut, slowing down as it started to clot. "Dean, that's it, c'mon, yeah!" He grunted.
When he felt his brother's balls slap against his ass, Dean grabbed for Sam's arms once again and lapped at the already clotting blood, greedy for more of the addictive red essence. "So good..." He mewled, sucking and slurping around the wound, while he started bouncing up and down on his lover's cock.
The baby was going crazy under Sam's hand; it was like he was growing with every drop of blood Dean swallowed. "Gonna drain me on both ends, Dean." He moaned with anticipation.
Dean nodded eagerly and threw his head back, his lips still stained red from the blood, as he sped up his bouncing, getting himself and Sam closer to orgasm.
The younger man’s head fell back onto the bed as cum erupted out of him, flooding his brother's ass and going deep inside him, right to his womb. "Fuck!" He groaned, amazed at all of these sensations.
*
Dean waddled towards the kitchen in search of some snack, a couple of sandwiches and some ice-cream maybe. He certainly looked full-term with his enormous belly, sticking out almost comically, and he was either hungry, horny or both all the time. The baby had also been growing big and strong in the last couple of months and was rolling around and kicking him hard constantly, which only added to his horniness. Stepping into the apartment’s kitchen, he found Sam chopping up some vegetables for a salad and suddenly had a flashback of that day they had found out that the baby was special, just like Sam. The sight of his brother with the sharp knife in his hand was enough to make Dean’s idea of a snack change and he growled in anticipation.
Sam heard what sounded like something from the zoo behind him and couldn't help but laugh. "The baby's hungry?" He asked before he turned around to see his brother standing there very pregnant in only a pair of skimpy boxers. He could almost see Dean's belly throb with desire and need. Sam held up the knife in front of him. "Do you want to do the honors?" He invited Dean.
"Oh, yeah!" Dean purred and hastily waddled over to grab the offered knife and then pulling Sam towards the kitchen table. "We've never done it here..." He said suggestively, tugging his brother’s t-shirt upwards and rubbing his huge, naked belly against his lover's firm abs.
Feeling the baby thump under Dean's skin, made Sam’s cock twitch in his pants. "Seems like a good place today…" He purred, knowing that there were likely only days left in this wild pregnancy; they had to squeeze in as much sex as they could before the baby came. Sam undid his jeans and pushed them down. "C'mon Dean, do it." He begged, giving Dean the knife, trusting him completely.
The solid weight of the kitchen knife felt good in Dean's hand and he felt a shiver run down his spine at the trust he heard his brother's voice. Up until then Sam had always cut himself when Dean and their baby needed it. "Give me your left arm." He ordered in a calm, soothing voice and held out his free hand.
Sam did as he was told, laying his arm into Dean's strong hand. "Do it." He repeated, his voice calm and ready.
Leaning forward, Dean stuck his tongue out and licked the inside of Sam's elbow before standing up straight and finally taking the sharp blade to the wet, glistening skin and cutting into the prominently, pulsing vein. The slightest of touches with the knife immediately drew blood and Dean's eyes darkened with hunger. He carelessly dropped the knife to the floor and pulled Sam's arm towards his mouth, moaning blissfully at the first taste of his lover's warm life-essence.
Sam sighed, feeling complete with Dean's mouth on him, his blood flowing into his brother’s body, to their baby. He put his free hand on Dean's belly and felt wild, enthusiastic kicks from their son, making Sam's cock start to rise up, ready to fuck his brother. "Dean!" He moaned, saying everything with just the one word.
Dean nodded eagerly, knowing exactly what his brother needed because he was feeling the same way. Reluctantly he let go of Sam's arm and took off his boxers before hoisting his heavy frame onto the free surface of the kitchen table. "Fuck me." He groaned urgently, leaning back onto his elbows and spreading his thighs, his eyes never leaving Sam's flushed face.
The taller hunter planted his hands on his lover as he adjusted their bodies so they lined up better. "Still bleeding…" He noted as he saw a few stray drops of blood on Dean's huge belly.
Following his lover's gaze, Dean saw the red stains on the smooth, stretched skin of his swollen flesh and groaned deeply, lifting his hands to his belly and starting to rub the rich, red liquid all over the mount. He could feel the baby still kicking hard inside him and underneath his palms as he rubbed his stomach sensually, smearing Sam's blood all over himself like it was some kind of massage oil. "C'mon... I need you, Sam!" He pleaded, his heartbeat speeding up with growing arousal.
Sam's eyes were glued to the mess Dean was making on his stomach. Wait, mess was the wrong word, Sam thought to himself. "Dean!" He repeated again, holding his elbow just above Dean's belly, allowing his blood to dribble onto the tight flesh.
The older Winchester's eyes were glazed with lust as he saw more blood trickle onto his stomach and his cock was quickly filling. He kept rubbing blood into the tight skin of his bulging midsection with one hand and lifted his other hand to his face, licking a long, wet stripe across the blood-stained palm and moaning in bliss. His eyes were still trained on Sam, trying to signal to him that he should finally go ahead and shove his impressive erection into him.
Sam traced his hand over Dean's belly, getting a bit of blood on himself. He smirked to himself, putting his hand on his cock to slick it up, even if Dean was so fucked out these days it didn't even matter. With both hands planted on the side of his lover's belly, he shoved his hips forward and started to slowly work his cock back and forth inside his older brother. "Oh Dean…" He moaned as he felt the movements increase under his hand, both of them coated in blood. "I feel him. God, I feel him!"
Dean started groaning loudly as soon as he felt Sam's cock inside him. "He's going nuts!" He confirmed and kept rubbing his huge, overactive belly together with Sam. All the stimulation from their squirming baby and his baby brother's cock hitting his prostate in a steady rhythm was getting Dean desperate for release really fast. "God, Sam!" He cried out and squeezed his eyes shut, clenching his hole around the throbbing cock embedded within his ass. "Fill me up... so good..." He could barely form any coherent thoughts anymore.
Staring at his brother's lips as he begged for him, Sam saw the bits of red still on the corners of his sinful mouth. "You're all mine!" Sam growled, his cock erupting inside Dean, cum flooding deep into his womb.
Bolting halfway upright, Dean pulled his brother's still bleeding left arm towards his mouth, when he felt hot cum shooting into him. As soon as the coppery tang of Sam's blood hit his taste buds, he came as well with a loud groan, spurting long, white ropes of cum all over his grotesquely blood-smeared belly. Biting down on the soft flesh of the inside of his lover's arm to draw more blood, he finally collapsed back onto the wooden surface of the table, exhausted and sated.
Sam stayed inside Dean, his cock softening slowly. He gave his brother's stomach a slow rub, feeling what felt like pure arousal coming from Dean's body. "He's gonna be a big one." He noted finally, not sure what else to say.
Dean drew his mouth back from the bleeding vein and pulled Sam down by his arm to seal their lips in a heated kiss. These last couple of months had been a wild, kinky ride. As their son was kicking away inside him, so present, so a part of their sex life, a part of his body, Dean was already reflecting on how fast Sam could get him pregnant again.
The End