In the arms of a demon with twisted_soldier

[second_son83]

Waking up... Naked... Curled around a man... Correction, your brother, would make anybody shriek and push themselves away from the other man occupying their bed as fast as possible. Sam Winchester is no exception. And the ground? It hurt. And it was cold. Made out of stone or something. Sam righted himself quickly and grabbed for the top blanket. "

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[second_son83]

Damn open collars, giving Dean all that room to play around on his neck. This wasn't fair. Why was he just kneeling there and letting this happen to him? He should be raging and shoving Dean away from him, running away or something?! Why was he letting his happen? His eyes slipped shut and that sound came from his throat again. That stupid sound! He wasn't supposed to make that noise in front of Dean.

But... Dean was the one making him make those noises. His grip tightened on Dean's thigh, fingers digging into the soft fabric of the other man's dark slacks. He was trying so hard to figure out what the hell was going on around here but his upper and lower brains were doing some competing of their own.

So for the moment he just remained there, lips parted and hands gripping Dean's legs for dear life.

[twisted_soldier]

Very slowly Dean started to guide Sam back, trying to get him into a laying position on the throne room floor. All the time he was kissing and nipping at his neck, grinding down a little into his king to test what would happen.

[second_son83]

Suddenly he was moving and the cold ground was at his back before he knew it. His eyes were still closed but he knew exactly where Dean was, on top of him, kissing, touching. Every touching made his skin feel like it was on fire, his breath coming in rapid gasps.

[twisted_soldier]

Dean straddled his king, enjoying the feeling of the man beneath him obviously enjoying himself. He wasn't using any of his power anymore on Sam, with the exception of sending him calming energy to keep him from freaking out. No, this was just evidence that even if Sam wanted to, he couldn't deny how much he needed Dean and he couldn't be happier about it

[second_son83]

Sam knew he should be upset, should be struggling and pulling away but he held still. This made him a hell of a lot calmer than he thought it should. Sam's hands found Dean's shoulders and pushed gently. "Wait..." he said quietly, a whisper on the end of a shaky breath.

The stone floor was freezing and the cold was starting to seep in through his shirt but he was trying to pay attention to what was happening on top of him. Dean was there, over him, kissing him, touching in ways that never should happen and he knew he should be freaking out? Why wasn't he freaking out?

He shook his head, eyes half glazed as he watched the demon kiss it's way down his chest. Then he felt that warmth against a place that really should be touched by his big brother. But his upstairs brain was quickly turning off and his downstairs brain which he only used on rare occasions was powering up. "Dean..."

[twisted_soldier]

Dean latched onto the other man's nipple, lightly biting as he purred against it. He let his nails very slowly drag down Sam's front before one hand started to work on the king's belt. "Yeah Sammy?"

[second_son83]

His grip tightened on the other man's shoulders but they couldn't make up their mind if they were pushing him away or pulling him closer. The pressure on his sensitive parts were perfect; not too hard, not too soft but he felt out of it, like he couldn't think straight.

"I don't...," he took in a sharp breath as Dean's nails raked down his chest. "I gotta get home..."

[twisted_soldier]

No, that's not what he wanted to hear at all. He slowly rose his head to look Sam in the eye, making sure his own were the sparkling green Sam was used to. "Sammy," he frowned, looking a little disappointed and almost like he felt bad for Sam. He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his lips but pulled away before Sam ad a chance to argue. "This is your home."

[second_son83]

Sam recognized and hated that look in Dean's eye. That was the 'You poor little thing' look. He didn't even have a chance to say anything before Dean's lips were on him again. He shook his head the moment their lips parted. "No... No it's not," he breathed, willing his brain to start functioning properly again.

[twisted_soldier]

"Yes it is Sam, and a small part of you knows it. This is where you belong, here with me. That's why you can't fight this, because your body knows I'm yours," he leaned back, purring softly as he kissed down Sam's body again. He unzipped Sam's pants but didn't pull them down, just kissed his hard on through his boxers.

[second_son83]

His eyes fell shut once again, his body reacting in ways he never thought it would. He tried to tell himself that stimulation was just stimulation and this wasn't his fault but he still wasn't acting how he thought he should.

"No," his hands tightened in Dean's shirt, shaking slightly. "You're doing something. You're doing something to me."

[twisted_soldier]

"No Sam, I'm sending relaxing energy towards you but that strong. If you really didn't want this it wouldn't be happening.". One hand traveled up to trace the pattern on Sam's tattoo through his shirt sleeve. "You can't not want it though, we belong together. You're sick right now, I know, but I just wanna make you feel good. That's my job, please?"

[second_son83]

Sam shook his head, trying to push Dean away from him but his muscles wouldn't work properly. He hated it here and he wanted to go home where he was sure he'd never look the same way at his Dean again. His Dean. That's right. This wasn't his Dean. This was a demon and demons were always lying to you, trying to get you to do things you didn't want.

"No. You're... you're not mine..." Sam shook his head, the back of his head scraping against the stone floor.

Sam's eyes were shut, squeezed tight as he heard the sound of a door hinge squeak open and heels click into the room, stopping after a few steps. "Well, that's something you don't see every day," Meg called from the other side of the throne room. "The King on his back."

[twisted_soldier]

Dean sighed dramatically when Meg walked into, curling up against Sam's chest. "Hey I've been trying to get fucked here, believe me. It's like pulling fucking teeth." He knew that Meg's entrance was going to make Sam snap out of it, probably push him off and start running. That didn't stop him from ducking his head a little and letting his tongue dart out to circle around the other man's hard nipple, purring all the while.

[second_son83]

The click of Meg's heels made him slowly come to, hand on Dean's shoulders beginning to push him away. His eyes finally focused on the other person in the room and he didn't recognize her. Didn't he tell everyone that he didn't want to be disturbed?

"Howdy," Meg called as she strode across the room. Power in Hell had given her an air of confidence that she didn't really need. "So... Your Majesty. How're you feelin' today? I'm gonna go out on a limb and say... pretty bad considering you're letting him be on top."

Sam's eyes followed Meg for a few seconds then looked back up at Dean. Wait. Why was Dean on top of him? He shoved at Dean, fear and panic filling his eyes as he tried to wiggle out from under the demon.

[twisted_soldier]

Dean grumbled in annoyance as he climbed to his feet, glaring at Meg. "Great timing. You know I was this close to getting him to agree to something? Fuck it," he growled and stormed back to his throne.

Sam had worked hard to make Dean into everything he could want sexually. The problem with that was if Dean was then denied the sex he was trained to perform it started to make him a little cranky, a little antsy. He fell back onto his throne, foot tapping impatiently. "Please tell me you actually came up with anything, one more hour of him like this and I might start getting impatient."