Beauty and the Beast 10/?
Title: Beauty and the Beast 10/?
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Warnings: Wee!cest (Sam is 13), incest, language, mentions of extreme underage, rimming, bondage, dub-con, non-con
Summary: Long ago, the demon Azazel was told of a prophecy in which a boy king would emerge to lead the armies of darkness against the Light Bringer, a human who is said to have the power to seal the gates of hell forever. Finding the Boy King, he brought him to hell at only eight years of age. Now it is time for the boy to fulfill his role. There's only one problem: his love for a boy named Sammy.
"Dammit Sammy! Open the goddamn door!"
Alistair smirked as he watched the ongoing argument between the Winchester brothers, feeding off of the chaos inside the house like a parasite feeds off its human host. What made this situation even more appetizing was knowing that he was the one responsible for the bickering between the boys, his snide little comments to Sam about Dean taking everything little Sammy loved away from him and forcing him to become nothing more than his personal sex slave turning one brother against the other. He knew he was being bad, that Azazel would disapprove of the boys fighting when they should be banding together, but he just couldn't help himself. This was just too good an opportunity to pass up. Besides, if they couldn't bring Sam to the dark side then he'd need to tear the boys apart anyway so why not give his manipulative powers a little practice run?
"No!" Sam screamed, pressing his back against the door while stubbornly refusing to allow his demon of a brother access into their bedroom. "I hate you!"
"Sammy, you are acting like a petulant child. Now you open this fucking door or so help me god, I'll-"
Sam's laugh interrupted Dean's angry tirade, the sound making his blood boil. "God? You want to talk about god? Are you fucking serious?"
"Watch your mouth, young man!"
"Oh that's rich! I can't swear but it's okay for you to spend every waking moment fucking me into oblivion? It's sure as hell okay for me to swear when I'm begging my scumbag of a brother to ride my cock faster. Or when I'm moaning about how good it feels to be inside your tight ass. You sure as hell love that shit, don't you? Well fuck you, Dean!"
Dean's eyes flashed black at his brother's dirty mouth, the urge to beat the boy overwhelming. "Samuel Winchester, you know very damn well that I could force this fucking door open if I wanted to. Now we can do this the easy way or the hard way. It's entirely up to you but I'm warning you now kid, you really don't wanna fucking test me. Not today."
"Ooh I'm fucking shaking in my sneakers. Sneakers that my father bought for me a week before YOU FUCKING KILLED HIM! All you do is ruin everything. I don't want you anymore. I fucking hate you. I HATE YOU!"
"THAT'S IT!" Dean screamed, using his powers to send both Sam and the door reeling across the room. "I have had all I can take from you, Samuel. It's about time you learned some fucking respect. I don't care what I have to do to keep you in line but one thing's for sure; you're gonna mind me, whether you fucking like it or not."
"Oh yeah?" Sam responded, his icy tone pissing off Dean even more. Walking up to his brother, Sam poked at his chest with his index finger. "You just go ahead and try it. I fucking dare you!"
The smile Dean gave Sam immediately made him realize that he'd just made a huge mistake. Daring a demon to do anything was always a mistake.
"Very well," Dean replied icily, taking Sam's hand and dragging him out of the bedroom with enough force to make him trip on his own feet.
"Alistair?! I'm taking him upstairs. See that we're not disturbed."
The authority in Dean's voice made Alistair smile. "See?" he said to Heathcliff, the both of them watching as Dean disappeared down the hall. "That was almost too easy. Damn I'm good."
*
"Dean, what the hell are you doing? Don't do this. Please don't do this."
Dean, having lit the last candle in the bedroom, turned to stare lustily at the pleading boy lying naked above red silk sheets, his legs forcibly spread open by Dean's demonic powers. The firelight cast a pulchritudinous glow on Sam's skin, the reflection of the flames making his irises shine brightly in the dim room. He was beautiful, the innocence displayed all over his face doing nothing to fan the flames of lust that burned deep within Dean's loins. He would have this boy, that much was certain. Sammy might not realize it yet, but he wanted this just as badly as his older brother did.
And Dean was gonna give it to him. He was going to give it to him all night long.
A deep rumble of thunder shook the house as Dean made his way over to Sam, the boy's frightened expression melting his icy heart. "Shh, baby. Don't worry about that. It's just a little thunder."
Sam looked into Dean's eyes, his face a mixture of fear and desperation. "Dean…don't do this. Please don't do this. I can't take it anymore. We shouldn't be doing any of it. I feel…dirty when we get like this."
"Hush baby boy," Dean whispered, turning on the radio in hopes of soothing the spooked boy. Nirvana's Lake of Fire blared through the speakers as Dean wrapped his hand around Sam's cock, loving the sound of the gasp he got in return. "I'm gonna make this so good for you."
Sam moaned as he watched himself slide in and out of his brother's fist, the delicious friction making his hips buck involuntarily into Dean's hand. "Stop…don't."
"I don't think you want me to stop Sammy," Dean murmured, increasing the speed of his strokes. Seeing Sam all spread open and completely at his mercy drove him to the brink of madness, forcing words out of his mouth that he didn't have the strength to hold back. "I think you like it when I rub that sweet little dick of yours. You loved it when we were little too, you know. Sometimes I'd climb on top of you at night when your daddy was asleep in the next room, and I'd rotate my hips until you woke up. I loved the surprised look on your face, Sam. You'd look up into my eyes with your lips parted and it drove me fucking crazy. I'd slide my tongue in and out of your mouth then, humping that sweet cock over and over, whispering filthy words in between kisses to get you all hot and bothered. I'd tell you what a dirty little boy you were, how you loved having big brother give your hard little prick such exquisite pleasure. I'd keep at it Sam. I wouldn't stop until I'd brought my baby boy to climax, loving it when you screamed your orgasm into my mouth. You'd keep moaning 'De, ooh De. It feels so good, big brother' and it would send me over the edge. You probably did it on purpose, dirty slut that you are. You like being my little whore, don't you? Like it when I talk about all the times I violated my little brother in the dark? Sometimes John would hear your moans, but he knew to stay in that fucking bedroom though, didn't he? I'd kill him if he ever interrupted me when I was pleasuring my baby brother's sweet little cock. You love this, don't you? I know you do. You can try to deny it all you want but we both know what a whore you are. Say it, Sammy. Say you're my whore."
Sam's face contorted in pleasure at his brother's words, the little bit of fight he had left draining out of him with each stroke of Dean's talented hand. "I'm…I'm your wh-whore."
"What was that?" Dean asked softly.
"I'm your whore."
Dean slid down Sam's body until he was eye level with his hole, licking a long stripe up the sensitive flesh until he felt his brother shudder under his tongue. "You wanna come, Sammy? Then say it like you mean it. C'mon baby. Tell big brother you're his whore. Say it, baby. Fucking say it."
Sam's eyes rolled in the back of his head as he felt himself plummeting toward the point of no return, the first waves of his orgasm washing over him with so much force that he saw sparks burst beneath his eyelids. He heard his brother's growl through the haze of lust clouding his brain, the sound of Dean's voice echoing in his ears as the pleasure intensified.
"SAY IT!"
"I'M YOUR WHORE!" Sam screamed, fisting Dean's hair as the older boy placed his mouth over Sam's erection, swallowing every ounce of come that pulsated from his swollen dick. His brother's lips soothed him through his aftershocks, keeping every inch inside his mouth until Sam pushed him away.
Dean smirked at the bliss written all over Sam's face, the knowledge that he was the one to put that look there increasing the already intense surge of lust he felt stirring deep within his belly. After making sure Sam was good and wet, he placed soft kisses up the boy's body until he was gazing deeply into his hazel eyes.
"I love you Sammy," Dean whispered before plunging inside Sam in one fluid motion, the scorching heat surrounding his thick cock making him groan. He could feel Sam shaking as he began to move, each tiny thrust bringing him closer and closer to a euphoria he'd never thought himself capable of feeling.
Sam locked his ankles around Dean's thighs, turning his head to the side as he succumbed to the pleasure he had no choice but to accept. He could feel his lips parting as he began to whimper, the intense sensation that came with being slowly fucked too much to handle. His tiny whimpers morphed into soft groans as the act went on, the thrusting becoming deeper and harder.
"Ooh Sammy," Dean groaned, sucking his mark into Sam's neck. "You like what I'm doing to you, baby boy?"
Sam moaned loudly as his brother's movements intensified. "Dean. Ah, De. Oooh…Deeean."
Dean smirked as he looked down at the sight of his baby brother; head tilted to the side, eyes closed, mouth and legs wide open, face contorted in pleasure as his hands rested loosely on Dean's shoulders. He was beautiful, every single inch of him exhibiting an angelic radiance that nothing in existence would ever possess. He was the epitome of perfection, completely and wholeheartedly devoid of flaws. Where most of the world tried too hard to conceal their blemishes, Sam had the luxury of being spared from the curse of impurity, his entire body capable of bringing people to tears with its paradisiacal brilliance.
"You are so fucking beautiful," Dean whispered, licking a long line up the boy's parted lips.
Sam's eyes remained closed, the feeling of his brother's thrusts sending his body into convulsive spasms of ecstasy. "Dean," he moaned.
Watching the effect he was having on his baby brother, Dean slowed the speed of his movements, sliding in and out of Sam's body at a leisurely pace. He pulled out slowly, making sure the angel beneath him felt every inch slide carefully out of his body before ramming back in hard, smiling in satisfaction as Sam moaned obscenely, digging his fingers into Dean's shoulders. The boy hadn't moved from his position the entire time they made love, keeping his eyes closed and his head turned to the side to better concentrate on the pleasure Dean was gifting him with.
"Sammy," Dean groaned. "Look at me baby. I wanna see you."
Sam ignored his brother's command, moaning every time he felt Dean push inside of him.
Dean felt an intense surge of jealousy at his own cock, the knowledge that Sam was paying more attention to the feeling it gave him instead of Dean making his blood boil. His brother's moaning grew louder, the sound causing him to still his hips in an envious rage.
Sam squirmed underneath his brother helplessly, opening his eyes and blinking his confusion up at the older boy. "Dean? Why'd you stop? God…please don't stop."
"I want you to look at me, Sammy. I want you concentrating on me, not my dick."
Sam nodded his assent, desperate for his brother's touch. "Dean," he whispered. "Please…please don't stop."
Dean smiled devilishly at Sam, eyes gleaming with malicious intent. "Maybe I should. You love the feeling of my cock massaging you from the inside, don't you?"
Sam whimpered in response, the involuntary rotation of his hips making Dean smile. "I think I should stop giving you that long, slow screw you seem to be loving so much. You may love my cock, but you don't seem to realize that I'm the one controlling its movements. I'm a jealous lover, Sammy. I want you paying attention to me. You're mine, baby. I don't want to fucking share you with anyone or anything. I don't care how much I love pleasuring you, I'll stop everything if I think for one second that you care more about the feeling my body gives yours than you do me."
Sam looked up at his brother guiltily, hating himself for the panic that flooded him at the older boy's words. "I'm sorry, De. It's just that…you've never done this to me before and you just…you just feel so good, big brother."
"Oh Sammy," Dean moaned, sliding in and out of his brother's body. "I want you to feel me, baby. I don't ever want to deny you the pleasure of my body. It's not that I don't want you to enjoy me, cause I do. You enjoy me, don't you angel?"
"Oh yeah," Sam moaned lustily.
"Then keep your eyes on me. Never forget who's doing this to you, who's making you feel so good. Nobody could ever make you feel this good, Sammy. Nobody knows your body like I do. You want somebody else making you feel this way?"
No De," Sam replied breathlessly. "Only you. Only ever gonna be you."
"Fuckin' right it's only gonna be me ," Dean groaned, loving the sound of Sam's shivery moans. "You belong to me. I own you. I'll kill anyone that tries to take you away from me. I'm the only one who knows how to give little Sammy what he likes. God, look at my little whore. Your first time being penetrated and it's all you can think about. My angel is such a slut for my cock. You can act as innocent as you want but at the end of the day, you're gonna be begging big brother to fuck your asshole raw, aren't you? You like it when I fuck that greedy little hole of yours?"
"Yeah, De. Love being fucked by you. God, go faster. Please go faster. Take me, big brother. Take me...possess me...own me," Sam moaned, crying out into Dean's mouth as his brother gave into his request.
Dean smirked as he fucked his little brother, nailing his prostate with lethal precision on each thrust. "You like this, baby? God, you're such a slut. Look at you, moaning like the whore you are. Like it when big brother fucks your tight little asshole with his huge cock? Yeah, I know you do. Fuckin' love that shit, don't you?"
Sam cried out as the pleasurable sensation worsened, his brother's words adding more fuel to the fire burning in his belly. "Dean…please," he sobbed. "Stop it. I'm gonna…god Dean. You're gonna make me cum."
"But I want you to come, Sammy," Dean murmured, running his fingers through Sam's hair. "My baby boy. My sweet baby boy. So innocent. You're such a good boy. Give me your come, angel. I want it so fucking badly. Give yourself to me. I need to have you. I swear I'll die if you don't give it to me. Do it, Sammy. Fucking do it."
Dean slid his tongue inside Sam's mouth, covering his screams as he came hard all over Dean's stomach. His muscles clenched around Dean's swollen cock, triggering his own orgasm as he thrust hard into Sam's body. "You feel so fucking good Sammy," Dean sobbed. "My baby…my angel…my world. I love you. I love you so fucking much. Oh god…oh, Sam. Oh god, Sammy."
Sam dug his nail's into his brother's back as Dean buried his face in his neck, thrusting so hard it was almost uncomfortable. Sam held his brother tight as he stilled inside of him, both brothers gasping hard into the skin of the other.
"I love you Sammy," Dean whispered, nosing the boy's sweaty bangs.
Sam stared guiltily at the ceiling, shame rising within him as the deep waves of lust burning beneath his skin began to fade. Hearing his brother's declaration of love, he couldn't help but smile sadly. The emotions warring for dominance inside his soul were beginning to take their toll on him, each guilty thought that followed his dirty excursions with Dean chipping away at whatever sanity he had left. He was starting to hate himself for the way his brother made him feel, each pleasurable sensation from their lovemaking sending sparks of both lust and shame spiraling throughout his entire body. He had to make a decision on whether or not he wanted this to continue. This was bad for him. Dean was bad for him. But until he was able to successfully sort through his conflicted feelings, he had no choice but to stay with the boy whose love for him burned hotter than any flame, a love that Sam couldn't help but reciprocate.
"I love you too, De."
*
Alistair gave Azazel a sinister smile as he listened intently to the demands that were asked of him, each word causing an almost painful bulge to develop inside his pants. "You're sure you want me to do this? Is there a particular reason for us to be so...harsh...to the poor boy?"
"It isn't harsh, Alistair. I want to test Sam's devotion to his older brother. What better way to do that than to place an obstacle in the way of their blossoming love? If Sam chooses to protect her, then we know where we stand with him. However, if he chooses to align himself with Dean, then we'll have him wrapped tightly around our fingers. We'll know beyond a shadow of a doubt that he's ours, that we won't have to worry about him turning on us."
"This'll be easier said then done."
"Perhaps not," Azazel replied. "I know of a spell that'll bring her back to the land of the living. Not even the almighty himself will be able to stop us. Lucifer demands this of his trusty servants and I intend to give him what he wants. He believes this to be the best way and I agree. What do you say, darling Alistair? Would you like to serve our king?"
"Of course," Alistair smiled. "Not only will this be the deciding factor on whether or not we have Sam on our side, but it'll also give us a chance to spark the jealous anger living inside our boy king. Having her here will definitely put a damper on his plans to get his little brother to fall in love with him. And when he sees her? He'll do whatever it takes to end her a second time. There's nothing that boy won't do to keep his precious Sammy, that much I know. It won't be so easy for him the this time around though, will it? I can't wait to see what the boys'll have to say about this one. Their reactions will be glorious."
Azazel grinned at his friend. "Come Alistair. It's time we reigned chaos within the walls of Rosewood. This is going to be so much fun, dear boy. Just you wait and see."
*
Sam's eyes opened reluctantly at the sound of the ringing doorbell, the noise making him groan in frustration. Dean was in too deep a sleep to notice, the rise and fall of his chest only faltering slightly as Sam pulled out of his arms. He sleeps like the dead, Sam thought to himself. Lucky bastard.
"Alright alright I'm coming," Sam yelled, making his way over to the front of the house.
Sunlight flashed its cruel rays into Sam's eyes as he slowly opened the front door, cupping his hand over his brow in an attempt to see who was evil enough to awaken him at seven in the morning. The sight that greeted him caused his mouth to fall open in shock, the girl standing in front of him smiling shyly as she look up at him through her long eyelashes.
Sam looked on in awe as he stared at what he could have sworn was a ghost. She can't be alive. This is impossible…isn't it? But even as he thought the words, he knew them to be a vicious lie. She was more alive than he could ever remember seeing her, and the relief that flooded through him caused him to smile surprisingly at his old friend, the awe her presence instilled in him fading rapidly as happiness took over his entire being.
"Aimee?"
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Warnings: Wee!cest (Sam is 13), incest, language, mentions of extreme underage, rimming, bondage, dub-con, non-con
Summary: Long ago, the demon Azazel was told of a prophecy in which a boy king would emerge to lead the armies of darkness against the Light Bringer, a human who is said to have the power to seal the gates of hell forever. Finding the Boy King, he brought him to hell at only eight years of age. Now it is time for the boy to fulfill his role. There's only one problem: his love for a boy named Sammy.
"Dammit Sammy! Open the goddamn door!"
Alistair smirked as he watched the ongoing argument between the Winchester brothers, feeding off of the chaos inside the house like a parasite feeds off its human host. What made this situation even more appetizing was knowing that he was the one responsible for the bickering between the boys, his snide little comments to Sam about Dean taking everything little Sammy loved away from him and forcing him to become nothing more than his personal sex slave turning one brother against the other. He knew he was being bad, that Azazel would disapprove of the boys fighting when they should be banding together, but he just couldn't help himself. This was just too good an opportunity to pass up. Besides, if they couldn't bring Sam to the dark side then he'd need to tear the boys apart anyway so why not give his manipulative powers a little practice run?
"No!" Sam screamed, pressing his back against the door while stubbornly refusing to allow his demon of a brother access into their bedroom. "I hate you!"
"Sammy, you are acting like a petulant child. Now you open this fucking door or so help me god, I'll-"
Sam's laugh interrupted Dean's angry tirade, the sound making his blood boil. "God? You want to talk about god? Are you fucking serious?"
"Watch your mouth, young man!"
"Oh that's rich! I can't swear but it's okay for you to spend every waking moment fucking me into oblivion? It's sure as hell okay for me to swear when I'm begging my scumbag of a brother to ride my cock faster. Or when I'm moaning about how good it feels to be inside your tight ass. You sure as hell love that shit, don't you? Well fuck you, Dean!"
Dean's eyes flashed black at his brother's dirty mouth, the urge to beat the boy overwhelming. "Samuel Winchester, you know very damn well that I could force this fucking door open if I wanted to. Now we can do this the easy way or the hard way. It's entirely up to you but I'm warning you now kid, you really don't wanna fucking test me. Not today."
"Ooh I'm fucking shaking in my sneakers. Sneakers that my father bought for me a week before YOU FUCKING KILLED HIM! All you do is ruin everything. I don't want you anymore. I fucking hate you. I HATE YOU!"
"THAT'S IT!" Dean screamed, using his powers to send both Sam and the door reeling across the room. "I have had all I can take from you, Samuel. It's about time you learned some fucking respect. I don't care what I have to do to keep you in line but one thing's for sure; you're gonna mind me, whether you fucking like it or not."
"Oh yeah?" Sam responded, his icy tone pissing off Dean even more. Walking up to his brother, Sam poked at his chest with his index finger. "You just go ahead and try it. I fucking dare you!"
The smile Dean gave Sam immediately made him realize that he'd just made a huge mistake. Daring a demon to do anything was always a mistake.
"Very well," Dean replied icily, taking Sam's hand and dragging him out of the bedroom with enough force to make him trip on his own feet.
"Alistair?! I'm taking him upstairs. See that we're not disturbed."
The authority in Dean's voice made Alistair smile. "See?" he said to Heathcliff, the both of them watching as Dean disappeared down the hall. "That was almost too easy. Damn I'm good."
*
"Dean, what the hell are you doing? Don't do this. Please don't do this."
Dean, having lit the last candle in the bedroom, turned to stare lustily at the pleading boy lying naked above red silk sheets, his legs forcibly spread open by Dean's demonic powers. The firelight cast a pulchritudinous glow on Sam's skin, the reflection of the flames making his irises shine brightly in the dim room. He was beautiful, the innocence displayed all over his face doing nothing to fan the flames of lust that burned deep within Dean's loins. He would have this boy, that much was certain. Sammy might not realize it yet, but he wanted this just as badly as his older brother did.
And Dean was gonna give it to him. He was going to give it to him all night long.
A deep rumble of thunder shook the house as Dean made his way over to Sam, the boy's frightened expression melting his icy heart. "Shh, baby. Don't worry about that. It's just a little thunder."
Sam looked into Dean's eyes, his face a mixture of fear and desperation. "Dean…don't do this. Please don't do this. I can't take it anymore. We shouldn't be doing any of it. I feel…dirty when we get like this."
"Hush baby boy," Dean whispered, turning on the radio in hopes of soothing the spooked boy. Nirvana's Lake of Fire blared through the speakers as Dean wrapped his hand around Sam's cock, loving the sound of the gasp he got in return. "I'm gonna make this so good for you."
Sam moaned as he watched himself slide in and out of his brother's fist, the delicious friction making his hips buck involuntarily into Dean's hand. "Stop…don't."
"I don't think you want me to stop Sammy," Dean murmured, increasing the speed of his strokes. Seeing Sam all spread open and completely at his mercy drove him to the brink of madness, forcing words out of his mouth that he didn't have the strength to hold back. "I think you like it when I rub that sweet little dick of yours. You loved it when we were little too, you know. Sometimes I'd climb on top of you at night when your daddy was asleep in the next room, and I'd rotate my hips until you woke up. I loved the surprised look on your face, Sam. You'd look up into my eyes with your lips parted and it drove me fucking crazy. I'd slide my tongue in and out of your mouth then, humping that sweet cock over and over, whispering filthy words in between kisses to get you all hot and bothered. I'd tell you what a dirty little boy you were, how you loved having big brother give your hard little prick such exquisite pleasure. I'd keep at it Sam. I wouldn't stop until I'd brought my baby boy to climax, loving it when you screamed your orgasm into my mouth. You'd keep moaning 'De, ooh De. It feels so good, big brother' and it would send me over the edge. You probably did it on purpose, dirty slut that you are. You like being my little whore, don't you? Like it when I talk about all the times I violated my little brother in the dark? Sometimes John would hear your moans, but he knew to stay in that fucking bedroom though, didn't he? I'd kill him if he ever interrupted me when I was pleasuring my baby brother's sweet little cock. You love this, don't you? I know you do. You can try to deny it all you want but we both know what a whore you are. Say it, Sammy. Say you're my whore."
Sam's face contorted in pleasure at his brother's words, the little bit of fight he had left draining out of him with each stroke of Dean's talented hand. "I'm…I'm your wh-whore."
"What was that?" Dean asked softly.
"I'm your whore."
Dean slid down Sam's body until he was eye level with his hole, licking a long stripe up the sensitive flesh until he felt his brother shudder under his tongue. "You wanna come, Sammy? Then say it like you mean it. C'mon baby. Tell big brother you're his whore. Say it, baby. Fucking say it."
Sam's eyes rolled in the back of his head as he felt himself plummeting toward the point of no return, the first waves of his orgasm washing over him with so much force that he saw sparks burst beneath his eyelids. He heard his brother's growl through the haze of lust clouding his brain, the sound of Dean's voice echoing in his ears as the pleasure intensified.
"SAY IT!"
"I'M YOUR WHORE!" Sam screamed, fisting Dean's hair as the older boy placed his mouth over Sam's erection, swallowing every ounce of come that pulsated from his swollen dick. His brother's lips soothed him through his aftershocks, keeping every inch inside his mouth until Sam pushed him away.
Dean smirked at the bliss written all over Sam's face, the knowledge that he was the one to put that look there increasing the already intense surge of lust he felt stirring deep within his belly. After making sure Sam was good and wet, he placed soft kisses up the boy's body until he was gazing deeply into his hazel eyes.
"I love you Sammy," Dean whispered before plunging inside Sam in one fluid motion, the scorching heat surrounding his thick cock making him groan. He could feel Sam shaking as he began to move, each tiny thrust bringing him closer and closer to a euphoria he'd never thought himself capable of feeling.
Sam locked his ankles around Dean's thighs, turning his head to the side as he succumbed to the pleasure he had no choice but to accept. He could feel his lips parting as he began to whimper, the intense sensation that came with being slowly fucked too much to handle. His tiny whimpers morphed into soft groans as the act went on, the thrusting becoming deeper and harder.
"Ooh Sammy," Dean groaned, sucking his mark into Sam's neck. "You like what I'm doing to you, baby boy?"
Sam moaned loudly as his brother's movements intensified. "Dean. Ah, De. Oooh…Deeean."
Dean smirked as he looked down at the sight of his baby brother; head tilted to the side, eyes closed, mouth and legs wide open, face contorted in pleasure as his hands rested loosely on Dean's shoulders. He was beautiful, every single inch of him exhibiting an angelic radiance that nothing in existence would ever possess. He was the epitome of perfection, completely and wholeheartedly devoid of flaws. Where most of the world tried too hard to conceal their blemishes, Sam had the luxury of being spared from the curse of impurity, his entire body capable of bringing people to tears with its paradisiacal brilliance.
"You are so fucking beautiful," Dean whispered, licking a long line up the boy's parted lips.
Sam's eyes remained closed, the feeling of his brother's thrusts sending his body into convulsive spasms of ecstasy. "Dean," he moaned.
Watching the effect he was having on his baby brother, Dean slowed the speed of his movements, sliding in and out of Sam's body at a leisurely pace. He pulled out slowly, making sure the angel beneath him felt every inch slide carefully out of his body before ramming back in hard, smiling in satisfaction as Sam moaned obscenely, digging his fingers into Dean's shoulders. The boy hadn't moved from his position the entire time they made love, keeping his eyes closed and his head turned to the side to better concentrate on the pleasure Dean was gifting him with.
"Sammy," Dean groaned. "Look at me baby. I wanna see you."
Sam ignored his brother's command, moaning every time he felt Dean push inside of him.
Dean felt an intense surge of jealousy at his own cock, the knowledge that Sam was paying more attention to the feeling it gave him instead of Dean making his blood boil. His brother's moaning grew louder, the sound causing him to still his hips in an envious rage.
Sam squirmed underneath his brother helplessly, opening his eyes and blinking his confusion up at the older boy. "Dean? Why'd you stop? God…please don't stop."
"I want you to look at me, Sammy. I want you concentrating on me, not my dick."
Sam nodded his assent, desperate for his brother's touch. "Dean," he whispered. "Please…please don't stop."
Dean smiled devilishly at Sam, eyes gleaming with malicious intent. "Maybe I should. You love the feeling of my cock massaging you from the inside, don't you?"
Sam whimpered in response, the involuntary rotation of his hips making Dean smile. "I think I should stop giving you that long, slow screw you seem to be loving so much. You may love my cock, but you don't seem to realize that I'm the one controlling its movements. I'm a jealous lover, Sammy. I want you paying attention to me. You're mine, baby. I don't want to fucking share you with anyone or anything. I don't care how much I love pleasuring you, I'll stop everything if I think for one second that you care more about the feeling my body gives yours than you do me."
Sam looked up at his brother guiltily, hating himself for the panic that flooded him at the older boy's words. "I'm sorry, De. It's just that…you've never done this to me before and you just…you just feel so good, big brother."
"Oh Sammy," Dean moaned, sliding in and out of his brother's body. "I want you to feel me, baby. I don't ever want to deny you the pleasure of my body. It's not that I don't want you to enjoy me, cause I do. You enjoy me, don't you angel?"
"Oh yeah," Sam moaned lustily.
"Then keep your eyes on me. Never forget who's doing this to you, who's making you feel so good. Nobody could ever make you feel this good, Sammy. Nobody knows your body like I do. You want somebody else making you feel this way?"
No De," Sam replied breathlessly. "Only you. Only ever gonna be you."
"Fuckin' right it's only gonna be me ," Dean groaned, loving the sound of Sam's shivery moans. "You belong to me. I own you. I'll kill anyone that tries to take you away from me. I'm the only one who knows how to give little Sammy what he likes. God, look at my little whore. Your first time being penetrated and it's all you can think about. My angel is such a slut for my cock. You can act as innocent as you want but at the end of the day, you're gonna be begging big brother to fuck your asshole raw, aren't you? You like it when I fuck that greedy little hole of yours?"
"Yeah, De. Love being fucked by you. God, go faster. Please go faster. Take me, big brother. Take me...possess me...own me," Sam moaned, crying out into Dean's mouth as his brother gave into his request.
Dean smirked as he fucked his little brother, nailing his prostate with lethal precision on each thrust. "You like this, baby? God, you're such a slut. Look at you, moaning like the whore you are. Like it when big brother fucks your tight little asshole with his huge cock? Yeah, I know you do. Fuckin' love that shit, don't you?"
Sam cried out as the pleasurable sensation worsened, his brother's words adding more fuel to the fire burning in his belly. "Dean…please," he sobbed. "Stop it. I'm gonna…god Dean. You're gonna make me cum."
"But I want you to come, Sammy," Dean murmured, running his fingers through Sam's hair. "My baby boy. My sweet baby boy. So innocent. You're such a good boy. Give me your come, angel. I want it so fucking badly. Give yourself to me. I need to have you. I swear I'll die if you don't give it to me. Do it, Sammy. Fucking do it."
Dean slid his tongue inside Sam's mouth, covering his screams as he came hard all over Dean's stomach. His muscles clenched around Dean's swollen cock, triggering his own orgasm as he thrust hard into Sam's body. "You feel so fucking good Sammy," Dean sobbed. "My baby…my angel…my world. I love you. I love you so fucking much. Oh god…oh, Sam. Oh god, Sammy."
Sam dug his nail's into his brother's back as Dean buried his face in his neck, thrusting so hard it was almost uncomfortable. Sam held his brother tight as he stilled inside of him, both brothers gasping hard into the skin of the other.
"I love you Sammy," Dean whispered, nosing the boy's sweaty bangs.
Sam stared guiltily at the ceiling, shame rising within him as the deep waves of lust burning beneath his skin began to fade. Hearing his brother's declaration of love, he couldn't help but smile sadly. The emotions warring for dominance inside his soul were beginning to take their toll on him, each guilty thought that followed his dirty excursions with Dean chipping away at whatever sanity he had left. He was starting to hate himself for the way his brother made him feel, each pleasurable sensation from their lovemaking sending sparks of both lust and shame spiraling throughout his entire body. He had to make a decision on whether or not he wanted this to continue. This was bad for him. Dean was bad for him. But until he was able to successfully sort through his conflicted feelings, he had no choice but to stay with the boy whose love for him burned hotter than any flame, a love that Sam couldn't help but reciprocate.
"I love you too, De."
*
Alistair gave Azazel a sinister smile as he listened intently to the demands that were asked of him, each word causing an almost painful bulge to develop inside his pants. "You're sure you want me to do this? Is there a particular reason for us to be so...harsh...to the poor boy?"
"It isn't harsh, Alistair. I want to test Sam's devotion to his older brother. What better way to do that than to place an obstacle in the way of their blossoming love? If Sam chooses to protect her, then we know where we stand with him. However, if he chooses to align himself with Dean, then we'll have him wrapped tightly around our fingers. We'll know beyond a shadow of a doubt that he's ours, that we won't have to worry about him turning on us."
"This'll be easier said then done."
"Perhaps not," Azazel replied. "I know of a spell that'll bring her back to the land of the living. Not even the almighty himself will be able to stop us. Lucifer demands this of his trusty servants and I intend to give him what he wants. He believes this to be the best way and I agree. What do you say, darling Alistair? Would you like to serve our king?"
"Of course," Alistair smiled. "Not only will this be the deciding factor on whether or not we have Sam on our side, but it'll also give us a chance to spark the jealous anger living inside our boy king. Having her here will definitely put a damper on his plans to get his little brother to fall in love with him. And when he sees her? He'll do whatever it takes to end her a second time. There's nothing that boy won't do to keep his precious Sammy, that much I know. It won't be so easy for him the this time around though, will it? I can't wait to see what the boys'll have to say about this one. Their reactions will be glorious."
Azazel grinned at his friend. "Come Alistair. It's time we reigned chaos within the walls of Rosewood. This is going to be so much fun, dear boy. Just you wait and see."
*
Sam's eyes opened reluctantly at the sound of the ringing doorbell, the noise making him groan in frustration. Dean was in too deep a sleep to notice, the rise and fall of his chest only faltering slightly as Sam pulled out of his arms. He sleeps like the dead, Sam thought to himself. Lucky bastard.
"Alright alright I'm coming," Sam yelled, making his way over to the front of the house.
Sunlight flashed its cruel rays into Sam's eyes as he slowly opened the front door, cupping his hand over his brow in an attempt to see who was evil enough to awaken him at seven in the morning. The sight that greeted him caused his mouth to fall open in shock, the girl standing in front of him smiling shyly as she look up at him through her long eyelashes.
Sam looked on in awe as he stared at what he could have sworn was a ghost. She can't be alive. This is impossible…isn't it? But even as he thought the words, he knew them to be a vicious lie. She was more alive than he could ever remember seeing her, and the relief that flooded through him caused him to smile surprisingly at his old friend, the awe her presence instilled in him fading rapidly as happiness took over his entire being.
"Aimee?"