Beauty and the Beast 11/?
Title: Beauty and the Beast 11/?
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.
"So…what exactly happened to you? I thought you were dead!"
Aimee's pretty smile vanished at Sam's words, casting her eyes downwards so the boy wouldn't see the brief shade of ebony that overtook her cerulean colored irises. "I wasn't dead," she replied quietly. "Your brother kind of threatened me not to see you, but I ignored him and tried to find out where you were. When I did, I came right over so I could talk to you."
Sam nodded in understanding, a tiny scowl forming on his face at the thought of Dean threatening a poor innocent girl over something as stupid as a possible friendship between her and his brother. Being lied to by the boy who was supposed to love him more than life itself wasn't too great of a feeling either, the knowledge that Dean constructed a cruel fabrication with the sole purpose of hurting his younger brother creating a sharp ache too keen to dwell upon. Taking Aimee's hands in his, Sam gazed lovingly into her eyes, a sympathetic smile transforming his expression into one of loving adoration. "Aimee…I'm so sorry about my brother. Dean's a little possessive sometimes. I'm all he has really. But I promise you that I'll never let him hurt you. I may have only met you once, but that little amount of time we spent together was enough for me to know that I want you in my life. I want to get to know you. You seem like such a sweet girl, and right now you're the closest thing to a friend I have. I'm just…I'm just glad you're okay."
"So," Aimee said flirtatiously, batting her long eyelashes at the boy in front of her. "You care about me then?"
"Of course I do."
Before Sam could process what was happening, he found himself propelled backwards onto the couch, Aimee sitting astride his lap with her tongue halfway down his throat. He decided not to turn away, instead choosing to wrap both of his arms around the girl's torso and hold her flush against his chest, tearing his mouth away to nibble affectionately at her bottom lip. Aimee groaned in satisfaction, rotating her hips in concentrated circles that had Sam gasping against her long neck.
Sammy," she whispered seductively. "Can…can we go to your room?"
Sam moaned as Aimee gave a hard thrust against his clothed erection, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his entire body. "I can't. I share a room with Dean."
"Well…can we do it here?"
"Oh god Aimee," Sam murmured, grasping her hips with his fingers. "I want to. I really do. I just…I don't know if I can."
"Of course you can baby," Aimee crooned, increasing the speed of her movements. "You know you want this. God, I can feel that cock pressing into my clit. Feels so fucking good."
Sam cried out as Aimee shoved her hands down his pants, rubbing the outline of his cock through his underwear. "Hmm," she moaned. "Such a big boy. I bet you really got a lot to offer a girl with this massive thing I've got my fingers wrapped around, huh? Tell me…you think this big dick of yours could make a lady scream?"
A growl ripped from Sam's throat as he forced the young girl on her back, blanketing her body with his own. His tongue found hers once more, entwining them together in an attempt to soothe the burning ache he felt in the pit of his stomach. There was a nagging feeling inside his mind, an inner voice telling him that something about this was wrong. Pushing those voices aside, he lifted himself on his elbows so that he could gaze down at the girl beneath him, a rebellious grin tugging at his kiss swollen lips.
"I don't know," he replied, licking lustily at the tip of Aimee's nose. "You wanna find out?"
*
Dean awoke to the sound of moaning coming from downstairs, the noise traveling through the vents that linked one room to the other. Sitting up in bed, he realized Sam was not there beside him. Frowning to himself, he made his way towards the living room, curious as to who could be having sex inside his house at eight in the morning. Reaching his destination, he froze at the sight that greeted him.
His Sammy was lying naked on the couch, his body being held up by his elbows as he thrust sensuously into the woman beneath him. His hair and skin were damp with sweat, every part of him sliding against the girl with ease.
"Fucking hell," the girl sobbed, the sound of her voice chilling Dean to the bone. "Harder. God, it feels so good. Yeah, right there, baby. Do it to me. Oh god. Oh god. AHH!"
Sam groaned obscenely as he gave in to the request of who Dean now knew to be Aimee, ramming in and out of the girl's abused passage with renewed vigor. His eyes glazed over in an expression of pure bliss, a continued collection of 'uhn' sounds escaping his lips each time he sheathed himself inside her tight pussy.
"Oh Sammy," Aimee moaned, the filth she spewed out causing Dean's eyes to blacken in disgust. "Oh, baby. You made me come. God, you're such a sexy boy. Fuck me, Sam. Come in me. I wanna feel you come inside that wet pussy. Feels so good, doesn't it? You like fucking my tight little cunt? Yeah, I know you love that shit. Uhn! I'm gonna have another one baby. Oh god, come in me. Please come in me. I can't…I can't…ah. Ooh…SAMMY!"
"Ooh," Sam moaned, gazing into Aimee's eyes as he climaxed inside her. His face contorted in an intense expression of pleasure, loud groans spilling from his mouth in rapid succession. When it was all over, Sam leaned forward to slide his tongue past the girl's pink lips, whispering dirty words of encouragement in her ears as he slowly glided his softening cock in and out of her body.
"So good, Aimee." he whispered in between kisses, both teenagers moaning softly at the friction Sam's tiny movements caused them. "You felt so good. I can't believe how good it felt to make love to you. You made my cock feel so good, baby. Did you…did you like it? Was…was I any good?"
Aimee giggled at Sam's words, leaning up to rest their foreheads together. "I'd certainly do it again, if that's what you mean."
Sam smiled admiringly at her as he placed open-mouthed kisses all over the girl's face, moaning at the feel of her fingers running through his sweaty bangs.
Dean, who had been frozen in shock since the whole thing started, came to his senses as a blinding rage shook his entire body. He must have made a sound, for the next thing he knew, Sam had looked up and locked eyes with his. The boy's expression morphed from contentment to one of guilt and terror, his bottom lip quivering beneath the weight of Dean's glare. The older boy's eyes had turned pitch black, his mouth twisting into an ugly snarl that made his brother gasp in surprise.
The guilt Sam felt for betraying his brother forced tears to spill down his flushed cheeks, his breathing becoming shallow as he started to sob silently.
"Dean," he whimpered pitifully, all thoughts of the woman underneath him disappearing at the sight of his beloved sibling. He was so focused on Dean that he hadn't noticed the smirk that crept across Aimee's face at the pain she could feel radiating off the boy across the room. Dean spoke then, the sound of his voice conveying the agony he felt at the picture in front of him.
"Come here baby," he replied painfully, the anguish his brother caused him displayed all over his face.
Sam glanced down at Aimee for a brief moment before slowly sliding out of her body and wrapping himself up with the blanket that had been kicked off the couch in the midst of his lascivious actions. He staggered over to Dean as fast as his legs would allow, feeling wobbly after his intense orgasm. Stopping an inch away from his brother, he flung himself into the older boy's arms, his body shaking with unshed tears. He let out a sharp exhale as he felt Dean wrap his arms around him, placing a soft kiss to the spot just below his temple.
"I want you in my bed baby," Dean whispered. "I'll be there in a minute."
"Yes Dean," Sam replied, doing exactly as he was told without once glancing back at the girl he'd left behind.
When Sam had disappeared down the hall, Dean turned to face the demon bitch that had violated his beloved Samuel, the rage he'd kept in for the sake of the angel that had just left the room finally erupting in waves of malicious hatred as he sent Aimee reeling across the room with a flick of his wrist, smirking wickedly at the satisfying cracking her bones made at the impact.
"How the fuck did you get here?" Dean asked.
Aimee laughed at his question, the sound sending Dean into a fit of anger as he slapped her with the back of his hand. "ANSWER ME!"
"You can't kill me Dean," she answered. "I'm protected by Lucifer himself. If your little Sammy wasn't so busy making me come, he would have seen the mark. Face it Dean, I'm here to stay."
"The fuck you are!" Dean yelled, wrapping his hand around the girl's throat. "I don't give a rat's ass who's protecting you. You touched my Sammy. You fucked my boy. The only thing in this world I can't live without and you defiled him. You took what's mine. I'll fucking kill you for this. You hear me? I'll fucking kill you!"
"Dean?"
Dean whipped around in surprise as he took in the form of Alistair, ignoring the sound of Aimee as she fell to the ground coughing.
"Who the fuck brought her back?" Dean asked in disgust.
"I did."
Dean laughed bitterly, amazed at the situation in which he found himself. "You've got to be fucking kidding me."
Alistair stared at his fellow demon in surprise, noticing the damp trail that went from the boy's eyes to his chin. "Are you…are you crying?"
"Of course I'm fucking crying! That whore took something from me. She touched my Sammy. What gives her the fucking right? Why would anyone do this? Why?"
Dean fell to the ground, dropping his head into his hands. Alistair smiled to himself as he looked upon the broken boy in front of him, pleased with the agony he saw on Dean's face. Sam fucked Aimee? This was…this was much more than he could have hoped for. He craved pain as much as pleasure, particularly when it involved another human being. Dean may be their savior, but that certainly didn't stop him from taking immense pleasure in the child's misery.
"Aimee, I want you to get up, get dressed and go to the study. I have some business I'd like to discuss with you."
Following Alistair's orders, Aimee walked past Dean on her way to the guest bedroom. "Hey Dean," she said over her shoulder. "I just wanted to thank you for letting me borrow your little Sammy. He's a fantastic fuck."
"You fucking bitch! Dean yelled spitefully, the menacing look on his face frightening even the older demon responsible for his misfortune. "You're gonna fucking pay for this. Do you hear me? I'm gonna find a way to remove that mark and once I do, I'm going to rip out your intestines through your mouth and ass and use you as a jumping rope, you nasty little whore!"
"DEAN!" Alistair screamed. "Calm the fuck down! Do you really think Sam needs to hear this right now? I think it would be best if you confronted the boy. I'm sure he can give you an explanation as to why he did what he did."
"Why?" Dean replied. "Why would you bring that stupid bitch back. She'll take my Sammy away from me, goddammit! If I lose him…"
"If you lose him…what?"
Dean looked up at Alistair with the most mournful expression he'd ever seen on anybody, the insufferable sadness the boy had displayed all over his handsome face a potent aphrodisiac for the older man.
"I'll kill myself."
*
Sam grabbed his towel as he reluctantly forced himself out of the shower, the splitting headache brought on by the events of the day causing him to trip over his own two feet on the way to the bed. Putting on his boxer shorts, he was about to take a much needed nap when there was a soft knock on the door. Hoping to god it wasn't Aimee, he allowed the person on the other side to enter. His body stiffened when he saw Dean, the guilt he'd felt from earlier coming back to him with a mighty vengeance.
"Dean?"
Dean smiled sadly at his brother, closing the door softly behind him. "Hey baby."
"I uh…I assume we need to talk."
"Yeah…we do."
Sam's control lasted all of two seconds before he found himself dropping to his knees at Dean's feet, wrapping his arms around the other boy's waist.
"I'm so sorry Dean," he cried. "I don't know why I did it. Please forgive me. I'll do anything! I promise! Just don't leave me. Please don't leave me."
Sam's last words were uttered with such anguish that Dean could only stare in shock as violent sobs wracked his brother's body. He felt tears burn beneath his eyelids at the sight of the boy's agony, seeing Sam so upset doing terrible things to his heart. Falling to his knees beside his angel, he held him against his chest with all the force he could muster.
"I could never leave you, baby. I'd die without you."
Dean didn't know how it happened, but the next thing he knew, he was on his knees in bed with his brother. Sam was laying on his stomach, both legs wrapped around Dean's thighs. He had both of the boy's wrists in his hands, using them to hoist Sam's upper body up while he thrust deeply inside his abused passage, both boys moaning at the pleasurable sensations coursing through their entire bodies.
"Well," Sam gasped. "This c-certainly is an in-interesting po…po…oh, Dean."
"You're mine Sammy," Dean growled. "I want you to fucking say it. Say it or I'll make sure you never come again a day in your life. I'll tie you to this bed and fuck you six ways from Sunday without ever giving you a chance to climax, do you hear me? Tell me who you belong to, Sammy. Tell me, baby. Fucking tell me."
"You," Sam groaned, arching his back in ecstasy. "Only you. Only ever gonna be you."
Dean's eyes rolled in the back of his head as the pleasure intensified, the sounds of their lovemaking carrying all the way out into the hallway where both Azazel and Aimee were lurking. The two demons spoke softly so as not to disturb the fornicating Winchester brothers.
"You're going to have to up your game, Aimee. I doubt you had Sam sounding like that when you were being fucked by him. He sounds simply pornographic. If I didn't know any better, I'd have thought Dean was hurting the poor boy."
'I want to be inside you forever, little brother. I want you right here underneath me, knowing your fucking place.'
"Yeah…well I don't exactly share the same kind of bond with Sam that Dean does. The sex was…fantastic. But there was something missing, something vital. I think it was his heart. He cares for me but his heart just wasn't in it. It wasn't in it because I wasn't Dean."
'My place is with you. You feel so good, big brother. Only you. Nobody's ever gonna do this to me but you.'
'I swear Sammy, if I EVER see you with another person like that again, I'll fucking kill them. I'll kill them and make you watch. I own you. You're my little bitch, Sam. I'll die before I let you go. I'm gonna work you so good, baby. Give you everything you need so you'll never leave me. I mean it, Sam. Everything. Anything you want. Come in your mouth, come in your ass. Eat your asshole out till you scream. You want that, baby boy? I'm gonna make it so good for you. I love you so fucking much, the thought of that stupid little cunt having this makes me want to slit the bitch's throat. You're my boy, Sammy. All mine...mine...mine!'
'Oh god! Yours baby. I'm all yours. Do it to me! Give me your cock. Fuck that tight ass till it hurts. Feels so fucking good, De. Oh yeah, teach me my fucking place, baby. Yeah, like that. Just like that. Oh, I'm gonna come. Yes…yes…yes!'
Azazel smiled at his brand new pet. "I want you to keep provoking Dean. He'll find a way to take off your mark so that he can kill you. And believe me…the boy will kill you. You've gone and stolen a taste of the forbidden fruit. Touching little Sammy Winchester is a big no-no unless you're his loving brother so if I were you, I'd have my guard up at all times. However, we need you to cause friction between these kids. I need to know where Sam's heart lies. You're the perfect bait, Aimee. I brought you back for a reason and this is it. Do this, or I'll make sure to send you back where you came from."
"Don't worry," Aimee replied, smiling as she heard both boys struggling through their orgasms. "I will."
*
"Sammy?"
"Yes De," Sam moaned sleepily.
"Look in my eyes."
Sam turned to gaze into the emerald orbs that always made him weak at the knees. The look he got in return was intense, his brother's face serious and unsmiling.
"I want you to listen to me carefully. Don't interrupt me. Just listen."
When Sam made no move to argue, Dean began to speak: "I know that I'm…I know that I'm not the easiest person to get along with. I've done some things to you that I'm not proud of. But I want you to know that anything I've ever done, I've done for you. You're my life, my love, my everything and I'll be damned if I'm going to allow you to give yourself to anyone else. You should be mine, Sam. You are mine. We may have our ups and downs, but there is one thing that's never going to change besides my love for you and that's my ownership of you. You. Belong. To. Me. Do you understand? I own your heart, I own your soul, your eyes, your mouth,your cock, your ass. Everything about you is mine. Your moans are mine and your pleasure is mine. Nobody else is allowed to give you what you need because I'm the only one that has what you need. Nobody knows your body or your mind the way I do. I should be the only one bringing you to ecstasy. Do you know what it was like to see you inside her, Sam? To see my baby giving it up to someone else? To see that bitch giving you pleasure?"
Tears welled up in Sam's eyes as he shook his head, burying his face in his brother's neck and squeezing the older boy as tight as he could.
"I love you so much, Sammy. You betrayed me. You gave her my body. That will never happen again. Do you understand me, baby boy?" Dean asked, grabbing the boy's chin with the side of his finger as he gently brought Sam's eyes level with his own.
"Yes Dean. I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I love you so much."
Dean groaned, hardening inside the body he'd never bothered pulling out of. Why should he? It was his body after all. Nobody was going to change that. Not even Sam's precious little whore that he planned on killing. Sammy was his. Nobody was going to take him away. Dean would die before he let that happen.
"I love you too Sammy," Dean whispered, the gasp Sam gave as he thrust hard into his body making him groan in satisfaction. "You belong to me. I'll die before I let you go."
"Yes," Sam moaned. "I'm yours. Only yours. I… I know my place now, big brother. I'm never gonna leave. I…I…ooh."
"I know you won't leave me baby," Dean murmured seductively, chuckling when Sam's face contorted in pleasure. "If you ever tried…"
Sam whimpered pitifully from a particularly hard thrust he was dealt, Dean's threat never seeing the light of day. Both boys made love well into the early hours of the morning, completely oblivious to the pair of blue eyes spying on them from above, pure white light radiating off his entire body.
Soon, he thought to himself.
Soon.
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.
"So…what exactly happened to you? I thought you were dead!"
Aimee's pretty smile vanished at Sam's words, casting her eyes downwards so the boy wouldn't see the brief shade of ebony that overtook her cerulean colored irises. "I wasn't dead," she replied quietly. "Your brother kind of threatened me not to see you, but I ignored him and tried to find out where you were. When I did, I came right over so I could talk to you."
Sam nodded in understanding, a tiny scowl forming on his face at the thought of Dean threatening a poor innocent girl over something as stupid as a possible friendship between her and his brother. Being lied to by the boy who was supposed to love him more than life itself wasn't too great of a feeling either, the knowledge that Dean constructed a cruel fabrication with the sole purpose of hurting his younger brother creating a sharp ache too keen to dwell upon. Taking Aimee's hands in his, Sam gazed lovingly into her eyes, a sympathetic smile transforming his expression into one of loving adoration. "Aimee…I'm so sorry about my brother. Dean's a little possessive sometimes. I'm all he has really. But I promise you that I'll never let him hurt you. I may have only met you once, but that little amount of time we spent together was enough for me to know that I want you in my life. I want to get to know you. You seem like such a sweet girl, and right now you're the closest thing to a friend I have. I'm just…I'm just glad you're okay."
"So," Aimee said flirtatiously, batting her long eyelashes at the boy in front of her. "You care about me then?"
"Of course I do."
Before Sam could process what was happening, he found himself propelled backwards onto the couch, Aimee sitting astride his lap with her tongue halfway down his throat. He decided not to turn away, instead choosing to wrap both of his arms around the girl's torso and hold her flush against his chest, tearing his mouth away to nibble affectionately at her bottom lip. Aimee groaned in satisfaction, rotating her hips in concentrated circles that had Sam gasping against her long neck.
Sammy," she whispered seductively. "Can…can we go to your room?"
Sam moaned as Aimee gave a hard thrust against his clothed erection, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his entire body. "I can't. I share a room with Dean."
"Well…can we do it here?"
"Oh god Aimee," Sam murmured, grasping her hips with his fingers. "I want to. I really do. I just…I don't know if I can."
"Of course you can baby," Aimee crooned, increasing the speed of her movements. "You know you want this. God, I can feel that cock pressing into my clit. Feels so fucking good."
Sam cried out as Aimee shoved her hands down his pants, rubbing the outline of his cock through his underwear. "Hmm," she moaned. "Such a big boy. I bet you really got a lot to offer a girl with this massive thing I've got my fingers wrapped around, huh? Tell me…you think this big dick of yours could make a lady scream?"
A growl ripped from Sam's throat as he forced the young girl on her back, blanketing her body with his own. His tongue found hers once more, entwining them together in an attempt to soothe the burning ache he felt in the pit of his stomach. There was a nagging feeling inside his mind, an inner voice telling him that something about this was wrong. Pushing those voices aside, he lifted himself on his elbows so that he could gaze down at the girl beneath him, a rebellious grin tugging at his kiss swollen lips.
"I don't know," he replied, licking lustily at the tip of Aimee's nose. "You wanna find out?"
*
Dean awoke to the sound of moaning coming from downstairs, the noise traveling through the vents that linked one room to the other. Sitting up in bed, he realized Sam was not there beside him. Frowning to himself, he made his way towards the living room, curious as to who could be having sex inside his house at eight in the morning. Reaching his destination, he froze at the sight that greeted him.
His Sammy was lying naked on the couch, his body being held up by his elbows as he thrust sensuously into the woman beneath him. His hair and skin were damp with sweat, every part of him sliding against the girl with ease.
"Fucking hell," the girl sobbed, the sound of her voice chilling Dean to the bone. "Harder. God, it feels so good. Yeah, right there, baby. Do it to me. Oh god. Oh god. AHH!"
Sam groaned obscenely as he gave in to the request of who Dean now knew to be Aimee, ramming in and out of the girl's abused passage with renewed vigor. His eyes glazed over in an expression of pure bliss, a continued collection of 'uhn' sounds escaping his lips each time he sheathed himself inside her tight pussy.
"Oh Sammy," Aimee moaned, the filth she spewed out causing Dean's eyes to blacken in disgust. "Oh, baby. You made me come. God, you're such a sexy boy. Fuck me, Sam. Come in me. I wanna feel you come inside that wet pussy. Feels so good, doesn't it? You like fucking my tight little cunt? Yeah, I know you love that shit. Uhn! I'm gonna have another one baby. Oh god, come in me. Please come in me. I can't…I can't…ah. Ooh…SAMMY!"
"Ooh," Sam moaned, gazing into Aimee's eyes as he climaxed inside her. His face contorted in an intense expression of pleasure, loud groans spilling from his mouth in rapid succession. When it was all over, Sam leaned forward to slide his tongue past the girl's pink lips, whispering dirty words of encouragement in her ears as he slowly glided his softening cock in and out of her body.
"So good, Aimee." he whispered in between kisses, both teenagers moaning softly at the friction Sam's tiny movements caused them. "You felt so good. I can't believe how good it felt to make love to you. You made my cock feel so good, baby. Did you…did you like it? Was…was I any good?"
Aimee giggled at Sam's words, leaning up to rest their foreheads together. "I'd certainly do it again, if that's what you mean."
Sam smiled admiringly at her as he placed open-mouthed kisses all over the girl's face, moaning at the feel of her fingers running through his sweaty bangs.
Dean, who had been frozen in shock since the whole thing started, came to his senses as a blinding rage shook his entire body. He must have made a sound, for the next thing he knew, Sam had looked up and locked eyes with his. The boy's expression morphed from contentment to one of guilt and terror, his bottom lip quivering beneath the weight of Dean's glare. The older boy's eyes had turned pitch black, his mouth twisting into an ugly snarl that made his brother gasp in surprise.
The guilt Sam felt for betraying his brother forced tears to spill down his flushed cheeks, his breathing becoming shallow as he started to sob silently.
"Dean," he whimpered pitifully, all thoughts of the woman underneath him disappearing at the sight of his beloved sibling. He was so focused on Dean that he hadn't noticed the smirk that crept across Aimee's face at the pain she could feel radiating off the boy across the room. Dean spoke then, the sound of his voice conveying the agony he felt at the picture in front of him.
"Come here baby," he replied painfully, the anguish his brother caused him displayed all over his face.
Sam glanced down at Aimee for a brief moment before slowly sliding out of her body and wrapping himself up with the blanket that had been kicked off the couch in the midst of his lascivious actions. He staggered over to Dean as fast as his legs would allow, feeling wobbly after his intense orgasm. Stopping an inch away from his brother, he flung himself into the older boy's arms, his body shaking with unshed tears. He let out a sharp exhale as he felt Dean wrap his arms around him, placing a soft kiss to the spot just below his temple.
"I want you in my bed baby," Dean whispered. "I'll be there in a minute."
"Yes Dean," Sam replied, doing exactly as he was told without once glancing back at the girl he'd left behind.
When Sam had disappeared down the hall, Dean turned to face the demon bitch that had violated his beloved Samuel, the rage he'd kept in for the sake of the angel that had just left the room finally erupting in waves of malicious hatred as he sent Aimee reeling across the room with a flick of his wrist, smirking wickedly at the satisfying cracking her bones made at the impact.
"How the fuck did you get here?" Dean asked.
Aimee laughed at his question, the sound sending Dean into a fit of anger as he slapped her with the back of his hand. "ANSWER ME!"
"You can't kill me Dean," she answered. "I'm protected by Lucifer himself. If your little Sammy wasn't so busy making me come, he would have seen the mark. Face it Dean, I'm here to stay."
"The fuck you are!" Dean yelled, wrapping his hand around the girl's throat. "I don't give a rat's ass who's protecting you. You touched my Sammy. You fucked my boy. The only thing in this world I can't live without and you defiled him. You took what's mine. I'll fucking kill you for this. You hear me? I'll fucking kill you!"
"Dean?"
Dean whipped around in surprise as he took in the form of Alistair, ignoring the sound of Aimee as she fell to the ground coughing.
"Who the fuck brought her back?" Dean asked in disgust.
"I did."
Dean laughed bitterly, amazed at the situation in which he found himself. "You've got to be fucking kidding me."
Alistair stared at his fellow demon in surprise, noticing the damp trail that went from the boy's eyes to his chin. "Are you…are you crying?"
"Of course I'm fucking crying! That whore took something from me. She touched my Sammy. What gives her the fucking right? Why would anyone do this? Why?"
Dean fell to the ground, dropping his head into his hands. Alistair smiled to himself as he looked upon the broken boy in front of him, pleased with the agony he saw on Dean's face. Sam fucked Aimee? This was…this was much more than he could have hoped for. He craved pain as much as pleasure, particularly when it involved another human being. Dean may be their savior, but that certainly didn't stop him from taking immense pleasure in the child's misery.
"Aimee, I want you to get up, get dressed and go to the study. I have some business I'd like to discuss with you."
Following Alistair's orders, Aimee walked past Dean on her way to the guest bedroom. "Hey Dean," she said over her shoulder. "I just wanted to thank you for letting me borrow your little Sammy. He's a fantastic fuck."
"You fucking bitch! Dean yelled spitefully, the menacing look on his face frightening even the older demon responsible for his misfortune. "You're gonna fucking pay for this. Do you hear me? I'm gonna find a way to remove that mark and once I do, I'm going to rip out your intestines through your mouth and ass and use you as a jumping rope, you nasty little whore!"
"DEAN!" Alistair screamed. "Calm the fuck down! Do you really think Sam needs to hear this right now? I think it would be best if you confronted the boy. I'm sure he can give you an explanation as to why he did what he did."
"Why?" Dean replied. "Why would you bring that stupid bitch back. She'll take my Sammy away from me, goddammit! If I lose him…"
"If you lose him…what?"
Dean looked up at Alistair with the most mournful expression he'd ever seen on anybody, the insufferable sadness the boy had displayed all over his handsome face a potent aphrodisiac for the older man.
"I'll kill myself."
*
Sam grabbed his towel as he reluctantly forced himself out of the shower, the splitting headache brought on by the events of the day causing him to trip over his own two feet on the way to the bed. Putting on his boxer shorts, he was about to take a much needed nap when there was a soft knock on the door. Hoping to god it wasn't Aimee, he allowed the person on the other side to enter. His body stiffened when he saw Dean, the guilt he'd felt from earlier coming back to him with a mighty vengeance.
"Dean?"
Dean smiled sadly at his brother, closing the door softly behind him. "Hey baby."
"I uh…I assume we need to talk."
"Yeah…we do."
Sam's control lasted all of two seconds before he found himself dropping to his knees at Dean's feet, wrapping his arms around the other boy's waist.
"I'm so sorry Dean," he cried. "I don't know why I did it. Please forgive me. I'll do anything! I promise! Just don't leave me. Please don't leave me."
Sam's last words were uttered with such anguish that Dean could only stare in shock as violent sobs wracked his brother's body. He felt tears burn beneath his eyelids at the sight of the boy's agony, seeing Sam so upset doing terrible things to his heart. Falling to his knees beside his angel, he held him against his chest with all the force he could muster.
"I could never leave you, baby. I'd die without you."
Dean didn't know how it happened, but the next thing he knew, he was on his knees in bed with his brother. Sam was laying on his stomach, both legs wrapped around Dean's thighs. He had both of the boy's wrists in his hands, using them to hoist Sam's upper body up while he thrust deeply inside his abused passage, both boys moaning at the pleasurable sensations coursing through their entire bodies.
"Well," Sam gasped. "This c-certainly is an in-interesting po…po…oh, Dean."
"You're mine Sammy," Dean growled. "I want you to fucking say it. Say it or I'll make sure you never come again a day in your life. I'll tie you to this bed and fuck you six ways from Sunday without ever giving you a chance to climax, do you hear me? Tell me who you belong to, Sammy. Tell me, baby. Fucking tell me."
"You," Sam groaned, arching his back in ecstasy. "Only you. Only ever gonna be you."
Dean's eyes rolled in the back of his head as the pleasure intensified, the sounds of their lovemaking carrying all the way out into the hallway where both Azazel and Aimee were lurking. The two demons spoke softly so as not to disturb the fornicating Winchester brothers.
"You're going to have to up your game, Aimee. I doubt you had Sam sounding like that when you were being fucked by him. He sounds simply pornographic. If I didn't know any better, I'd have thought Dean was hurting the poor boy."
'I want to be inside you forever, little brother. I want you right here underneath me, knowing your fucking place.'
"Yeah…well I don't exactly share the same kind of bond with Sam that Dean does. The sex was…fantastic. But there was something missing, something vital. I think it was his heart. He cares for me but his heart just wasn't in it. It wasn't in it because I wasn't Dean."
'My place is with you. You feel so good, big brother. Only you. Nobody's ever gonna do this to me but you.'
'I swear Sammy, if I EVER see you with another person like that again, I'll fucking kill them. I'll kill them and make you watch. I own you. You're my little bitch, Sam. I'll die before I let you go. I'm gonna work you so good, baby. Give you everything you need so you'll never leave me. I mean it, Sam. Everything. Anything you want. Come in your mouth, come in your ass. Eat your asshole out till you scream. You want that, baby boy? I'm gonna make it so good for you. I love you so fucking much, the thought of that stupid little cunt having this makes me want to slit the bitch's throat. You're my boy, Sammy. All mine...mine...mine!'
'Oh god! Yours baby. I'm all yours. Do it to me! Give me your cock. Fuck that tight ass till it hurts. Feels so fucking good, De. Oh yeah, teach me my fucking place, baby. Yeah, like that. Just like that. Oh, I'm gonna come. Yes…yes…yes!'
Azazel smiled at his brand new pet. "I want you to keep provoking Dean. He'll find a way to take off your mark so that he can kill you. And believe me…the boy will kill you. You've gone and stolen a taste of the forbidden fruit. Touching little Sammy Winchester is a big no-no unless you're his loving brother so if I were you, I'd have my guard up at all times. However, we need you to cause friction between these kids. I need to know where Sam's heart lies. You're the perfect bait, Aimee. I brought you back for a reason and this is it. Do this, or I'll make sure to send you back where you came from."
"Don't worry," Aimee replied, smiling as she heard both boys struggling through their orgasms. "I will."
*
"Sammy?"
"Yes De," Sam moaned sleepily.
"Look in my eyes."
Sam turned to gaze into the emerald orbs that always made him weak at the knees. The look he got in return was intense, his brother's face serious and unsmiling.
"I want you to listen to me carefully. Don't interrupt me. Just listen."
When Sam made no move to argue, Dean began to speak: "I know that I'm…I know that I'm not the easiest person to get along with. I've done some things to you that I'm not proud of. But I want you to know that anything I've ever done, I've done for you. You're my life, my love, my everything and I'll be damned if I'm going to allow you to give yourself to anyone else. You should be mine, Sam. You are mine. We may have our ups and downs, but there is one thing that's never going to change besides my love for you and that's my ownership of you. You. Belong. To. Me. Do you understand? I own your heart, I own your soul, your eyes, your mouth,your cock, your ass. Everything about you is mine. Your moans are mine and your pleasure is mine. Nobody else is allowed to give you what you need because I'm the only one that has what you need. Nobody knows your body or your mind the way I do. I should be the only one bringing you to ecstasy. Do you know what it was like to see you inside her, Sam? To see my baby giving it up to someone else? To see that bitch giving you pleasure?"
Tears welled up in Sam's eyes as he shook his head, burying his face in his brother's neck and squeezing the older boy as tight as he could.
"I love you so much, Sammy. You betrayed me. You gave her my body. That will never happen again. Do you understand me, baby boy?" Dean asked, grabbing the boy's chin with the side of his finger as he gently brought Sam's eyes level with his own.
"Yes Dean. I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I love you so much."
Dean groaned, hardening inside the body he'd never bothered pulling out of. Why should he? It was his body after all. Nobody was going to change that. Not even Sam's precious little whore that he planned on killing. Sammy was his. Nobody was going to take him away. Dean would die before he let that happen.
"I love you too Sammy," Dean whispered, the gasp Sam gave as he thrust hard into his body making him groan in satisfaction. "You belong to me. I'll die before I let you go."
"Yes," Sam moaned. "I'm yours. Only yours. I… I know my place now, big brother. I'm never gonna leave. I…I…ooh."
"I know you won't leave me baby," Dean murmured seductively, chuckling when Sam's face contorted in pleasure. "If you ever tried…"
Sam whimpered pitifully from a particularly hard thrust he was dealt, Dean's threat never seeing the light of day. Both boys made love well into the early hours of the morning, completely oblivious to the pair of blue eyes spying on them from above, pure white light radiating off his entire body.
Soon, he thought to himself.
Soon.