The Seduction of Samuel Winchester 2/?
Title: The Seduction of Samuel Winchester 2/?
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Warnings: Very mild dub-con, wincest, language, rimming
Summary: Dean wants Sam...he wants him bad. How long can Sam resist before finally giving in to temptation?
DEAN'S POV
He wants me.
I can tell by the way he's always staring at my body. I can practically feel his hard cock straining against the thin material of his underwear, the sweat that trickles down his spine teasing my taste buds as the little droplets flaunt themselves against my brother's pale skin. He sweats whenever I'm in the room, you know. It's because he wants to feel me. He wants the kiss from my lips…the saliva from my tongue…the touch of my hand…god, if that boy only knew what he did to me.
He needs me.
He's always needin' somethin' from me. He needs me to make him somethin' to eat. He needs me to treat his wounds after a hunt. He needs me to protect him. He doesn't know this yet, but what he really needs is my thick cock. He needs it massaging that sweet bundle of nerves deep inside of him. He needs to feel it slidin' in and out, the friction created from our writhing bodies causing that sweet tingling to develop inside his belly. God, I can feel it now. In and out…so fucking good. Why can't he see how badly he needs me?
He makes me ache.
The things that boy does to me when he walks in the fuckin' room. One look at him and my throbbing prick is aching. Always fuckin' aching. I want him so fuckin' badly. Everytime I close my eyes, I can feel him underneath me, clenching his inner walls around my shaft as I impale him with it over and over again. His screams echo through the walls of my consciousness when I dream of him, tiny whimpers that send sparks of unbridled lust shooting through my blackened soul. Just thinking about it is getting me so fucking hard. Always gettin' hard thinkin' 'bout him. My sweet baby boy. So sweet and innocent. I'm gonna fuck the innocent right outta him. I'm gonna make him scream, make him ache the way I'm aching.
My Sammy. Mine.
"Unh…unh…oh…oh, Dean."
I could hear the worthless bitch underneath me moaning my name like she had the right to, pushing her tight little ass back against my probing cock as she met me thrust for thrust. I thought taking the whore doggy style would give me the chance to close my eyes and pretend she was Sammy, but it was no use; the stupid slut wouldn't shut the fuck up.
"Hmm, yeah. Give it to me, baby. Yeah, just like that. Ooh…Dean."
I was about to give up and kick her nasty ass outta my bed when I heard the rustling of keys as someone tried opening the door. Not just anyone…
"Hello?"
The sound of his voice made me cry out in ecstasy as my orgasm took me by surprise, my throbbing prick pulsing inside the tight ass I was currently buried in. His voice did that to me. Just the sound of his fuckin' voice.
"Saaammmy," I moaned, my whole body shaking from the aftershocks.
Sam came in the room and froze in the doorway, his eyes going back and forth between me and the girl positioned on her hands and knees. His expression went from shock to confusion as he took in the scene before him. I could feel lust rising through every fiber of my being, my spent cock twitching in renewed interest as I looked longingly upon the object of my desire.
I hated waking up in the morning without Sam. Little fucker made sure he was gone by the time I got up. He probably knows I would have lunged for his hard on the minute I saw it, sucking it all the way down until the leaking head hit the back of my throat. Having him gone made me angry. How the fuck was I supposed to calm the fires of my loins with no Sammy?
"Um…I'm sorry I bothered you guys. I'll just go and-"
"NO!" I snapped. I couldn't have Sammy leaving. Didn't want him leaving.
Pulling out of the stupid bitch underneath me, I threw away the condom I wore and crossed the room in five long strides until I was up in Sam's face, reaching a hand out to run my fingers through his floppy brown hair.
"Don't go," I whispered, brushing my lips against his. Our eyes locked together instantly, the tension from our steamy glances making my prick hard. "Stay with me, baby boy."
Sam's face contorted in what looked a hell of a lot like pain, the sight of it making me ache. Always aching.
"Um…is there something wrong?" the bitch asked.
"Get out," I growled, keeping my eyes focused on Sammy the entire time.
"But…so that's it?!" she shrieked. "What, I'm just some slut that you can use for a good fuck?"
I laughed bitterly as I finally turned to look her square in the eye, venom rising through my bones as I grabbed her clothes and threw them in her face. "Don't flatter yourself, darling. The fuck wasn't that good."
"Dean!" Sam exclaimed, rushing to the bitch's side. He helped her get dressed with the care of a loving father, rubbing her back soothingly when she started sobbing like the whiny little whore she was. God, he's so fuckin' sweet. Such a good little boy…
"I'm so sorry about this ma'am," he said. "Why don't I walk you home?"
"Fuck that!"
"Goddammit, Dean! What the fuck is wrong with you? She's a human being for fuck sake!"
The growl I let out had to have been inhuman for them to stare back at me in terror, my upper lip rising towards my nose in anger. Who the fuck did she think she was? How dare she go anywhere near my baby. And how could Sam choose some broad over me? What if he wanted to fuck her? The thought of anyone else givin' him pleasure drove me fuckin' crazy. I knew I'd never let that happen. I'd kill her first.
Stomping across the room before I could stop myself, I grabbed the bitch by the hair and dragged her to the front door, slamming it so hard behind her that the family photo on the wall fell to the floor. The scattered pieces of glass beneath my feet went unnoticed as me and Sammy stared at each other, the silence in the room driving me to the brink of madness.
"Dean," Sam whispered.
Moaning at the sound of my name on his lips, I walked over to him as slowly as I could, intimidating the boy in front of me with my predatory glare. He was so fuckin' sexy, those puppy dog eyes widening in shock as I ran a hand down his chest, stopping at his waist. Leaning forward, I bit his earlobe gently, tugging at the flap of skin before whispering seductively into his ear. "I want you."
Sam's shiver made my blood boil, the effect he was having on me getting stronger and stronger with each passing second. I had to have him. The way he's always teasin' me, walkin' around the house shirtless with his jeans hung low on his hips…goddamn.
"No," Sam said, interrupting my thoughts. He pushed away from me and backed himself up into the front door, opening it from behind. "I can't do this, Dean. I'm…I'm sorry."
He was out the door before I could stop him, those freakishly long legs disappearing around the corner. I screamed for him but it was no use…he was gone. I slammed the door and pressed my forehead up against the wood, closing my eyes and concentrating on my breathing. I tried to get him out of my head but I couldn't stop thinking 'bout him…aching for him. Always…fuckin'…aching!
Rushing to the bedroom, I searched the pile of dirty clothes frantically for something of Sam's, the need to be close to him overwhelming. Finding a pair of his dirty boxers, I pulled my cock out and squeezed the cotton up and down the length, groaning loudly at the feeling. Grabbing a used shirt Sam used when he worked out, I pressed it to my nose and inhaled the scent of his sweat, the assault of him on my body making me come instantly. I let out a whimpered cry that could have been heard from across the street if anybody had bothered to listen, every part of me shuddering violently with the force of my pleasure. When it ended, I fell to the hardwood floor in agony, thoughts of Sammy possessing my brain.
He's always sayin' no to me. Why can't he just let it happen? Why can't we be lovers?
Fuck that shit. We will be lovers. I'll make sure of that. I don't care what it takes, I'm gonna make my Sammy come. I'm gonna fuck him into the mattress with the voraciousness of a wild animal. I'm gonna claim ownership of my baby's body with every thrust inside that perfect little asshole. I'm gonna look into his eyes and watch as he lies there with his legs spread out for me like a whore, eyes rolling back in his head as he takes it from his big brother. He's gonna get it so good. I'm gonna make it good.
"I love you so much baby," I whispered to myself, rubbing his underwear in tight, concentrated circles all over my sticky cock.
Sam can't hide from me forever. He may have won this round, but the weekend isn't over yet. He can have Friday, because tomorrow things are gonna change. I'm gonna up the stakes a little bit, get my Sammy all blushing and hot for my prick. I'll make it all count when that innocent little virgin comes home, make him so desperate that he'll be begging me for a good fuck. I'll do it too. I'm gonna give him the long…slow…sensual screw sweet little Sammy deserves.
Enjoy your victory, baby boy. Because tomorrow…I'm gonna have mine.
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Warnings: Very mild dub-con, wincest, language, rimming
Summary: Dean wants Sam...he wants him bad. How long can Sam resist before finally giving in to temptation?
DEAN'S POV
He wants me.
I can tell by the way he's always staring at my body. I can practically feel his hard cock straining against the thin material of his underwear, the sweat that trickles down his spine teasing my taste buds as the little droplets flaunt themselves against my brother's pale skin. He sweats whenever I'm in the room, you know. It's because he wants to feel me. He wants the kiss from my lips…the saliva from my tongue…the touch of my hand…god, if that boy only knew what he did to me.
He needs me.
He's always needin' somethin' from me. He needs me to make him somethin' to eat. He needs me to treat his wounds after a hunt. He needs me to protect him. He doesn't know this yet, but what he really needs is my thick cock. He needs it massaging that sweet bundle of nerves deep inside of him. He needs to feel it slidin' in and out, the friction created from our writhing bodies causing that sweet tingling to develop inside his belly. God, I can feel it now. In and out…so fucking good. Why can't he see how badly he needs me?
He makes me ache.
The things that boy does to me when he walks in the fuckin' room. One look at him and my throbbing prick is aching. Always fuckin' aching. I want him so fuckin' badly. Everytime I close my eyes, I can feel him underneath me, clenching his inner walls around my shaft as I impale him with it over and over again. His screams echo through the walls of my consciousness when I dream of him, tiny whimpers that send sparks of unbridled lust shooting through my blackened soul. Just thinking about it is getting me so fucking hard. Always gettin' hard thinkin' 'bout him. My sweet baby boy. So sweet and innocent. I'm gonna fuck the innocent right outta him. I'm gonna make him scream, make him ache the way I'm aching.
My Sammy. Mine.
"Unh…unh…oh…oh, Dean."
I could hear the worthless bitch underneath me moaning my name like she had the right to, pushing her tight little ass back against my probing cock as she met me thrust for thrust. I thought taking the whore doggy style would give me the chance to close my eyes and pretend she was Sammy, but it was no use; the stupid slut wouldn't shut the fuck up.
"Hmm, yeah. Give it to me, baby. Yeah, just like that. Ooh…Dean."
I was about to give up and kick her nasty ass outta my bed when I heard the rustling of keys as someone tried opening the door. Not just anyone…
"Hello?"
The sound of his voice made me cry out in ecstasy as my orgasm took me by surprise, my throbbing prick pulsing inside the tight ass I was currently buried in. His voice did that to me. Just the sound of his fuckin' voice.
"Saaammmy," I moaned, my whole body shaking from the aftershocks.
Sam came in the room and froze in the doorway, his eyes going back and forth between me and the girl positioned on her hands and knees. His expression went from shock to confusion as he took in the scene before him. I could feel lust rising through every fiber of my being, my spent cock twitching in renewed interest as I looked longingly upon the object of my desire.
I hated waking up in the morning without Sam. Little fucker made sure he was gone by the time I got up. He probably knows I would have lunged for his hard on the minute I saw it, sucking it all the way down until the leaking head hit the back of my throat. Having him gone made me angry. How the fuck was I supposed to calm the fires of my loins with no Sammy?
"Um…I'm sorry I bothered you guys. I'll just go and-"
"NO!" I snapped. I couldn't have Sammy leaving. Didn't want him leaving.
Pulling out of the stupid bitch underneath me, I threw away the condom I wore and crossed the room in five long strides until I was up in Sam's face, reaching a hand out to run my fingers through his floppy brown hair.
"Don't go," I whispered, brushing my lips against his. Our eyes locked together instantly, the tension from our steamy glances making my prick hard. "Stay with me, baby boy."
Sam's face contorted in what looked a hell of a lot like pain, the sight of it making me ache. Always aching.
"Um…is there something wrong?" the bitch asked.
"Get out," I growled, keeping my eyes focused on Sammy the entire time.
"But…so that's it?!" she shrieked. "What, I'm just some slut that you can use for a good fuck?"
I laughed bitterly as I finally turned to look her square in the eye, venom rising through my bones as I grabbed her clothes and threw them in her face. "Don't flatter yourself, darling. The fuck wasn't that good."
"Dean!" Sam exclaimed, rushing to the bitch's side. He helped her get dressed with the care of a loving father, rubbing her back soothingly when she started sobbing like the whiny little whore she was. God, he's so fuckin' sweet. Such a good little boy…
"I'm so sorry about this ma'am," he said. "Why don't I walk you home?"
"Fuck that!"
"Goddammit, Dean! What the fuck is wrong with you? She's a human being for fuck sake!"
The growl I let out had to have been inhuman for them to stare back at me in terror, my upper lip rising towards my nose in anger. Who the fuck did she think she was? How dare she go anywhere near my baby. And how could Sam choose some broad over me? What if he wanted to fuck her? The thought of anyone else givin' him pleasure drove me fuckin' crazy. I knew I'd never let that happen. I'd kill her first.
Stomping across the room before I could stop myself, I grabbed the bitch by the hair and dragged her to the front door, slamming it so hard behind her that the family photo on the wall fell to the floor. The scattered pieces of glass beneath my feet went unnoticed as me and Sammy stared at each other, the silence in the room driving me to the brink of madness.
"Dean," Sam whispered.
Moaning at the sound of my name on his lips, I walked over to him as slowly as I could, intimidating the boy in front of me with my predatory glare. He was so fuckin' sexy, those puppy dog eyes widening in shock as I ran a hand down his chest, stopping at his waist. Leaning forward, I bit his earlobe gently, tugging at the flap of skin before whispering seductively into his ear. "I want you."
Sam's shiver made my blood boil, the effect he was having on me getting stronger and stronger with each passing second. I had to have him. The way he's always teasin' me, walkin' around the house shirtless with his jeans hung low on his hips…goddamn.
"No," Sam said, interrupting my thoughts. He pushed away from me and backed himself up into the front door, opening it from behind. "I can't do this, Dean. I'm…I'm sorry."
He was out the door before I could stop him, those freakishly long legs disappearing around the corner. I screamed for him but it was no use…he was gone. I slammed the door and pressed my forehead up against the wood, closing my eyes and concentrating on my breathing. I tried to get him out of my head but I couldn't stop thinking 'bout him…aching for him. Always…fuckin'…aching!
Rushing to the bedroom, I searched the pile of dirty clothes frantically for something of Sam's, the need to be close to him overwhelming. Finding a pair of his dirty boxers, I pulled my cock out and squeezed the cotton up and down the length, groaning loudly at the feeling. Grabbing a used shirt Sam used when he worked out, I pressed it to my nose and inhaled the scent of his sweat, the assault of him on my body making me come instantly. I let out a whimpered cry that could have been heard from across the street if anybody had bothered to listen, every part of me shuddering violently with the force of my pleasure. When it ended, I fell to the hardwood floor in agony, thoughts of Sammy possessing my brain.
He's always sayin' no to me. Why can't he just let it happen? Why can't we be lovers?
Fuck that shit. We will be lovers. I'll make sure of that. I don't care what it takes, I'm gonna make my Sammy come. I'm gonna fuck him into the mattress with the voraciousness of a wild animal. I'm gonna claim ownership of my baby's body with every thrust inside that perfect little asshole. I'm gonna look into his eyes and watch as he lies there with his legs spread out for me like a whore, eyes rolling back in his head as he takes it from his big brother. He's gonna get it so good. I'm gonna make it good.
"I love you so much baby," I whispered to myself, rubbing his underwear in tight, concentrated circles all over my sticky cock.
Sam can't hide from me forever. He may have won this round, but the weekend isn't over yet. He can have Friday, because tomorrow things are gonna change. I'm gonna up the stakes a little bit, get my Sammy all blushing and hot for my prick. I'll make it all count when that innocent little virgin comes home, make him so desperate that he'll be begging me for a good fuck. I'll do it too. I'm gonna give him the long…slow…sensual screw sweet little Sammy deserves.
Enjoy your victory, baby boy. Because tomorrow…I'm gonna have mine.