Beauty and the Beast 16/?
Title: Beauty and the Beast 16/?
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.
"Dean."
Sam's whisper went unnoticed as Dean charged at him full speed, using his own body to slam his little brother up against the wall. Both boys stood there for what seemed like forever, breaths coming in ragged gasps as they stared each other down.
"So," Dean began, his quiet voice sending shivers down Sam's back. "How've you been, little brother?"
"I…I don't understand. Wh-what are you doing here? What's the matter, Dean?"
Dean chuckled darkly. "What's the matter, you ask? Well…how about we start with the man I spoke to today. You know, the one who was in your fucking bedroom? He told me you were sleeping. Sure as hell doesn't look like you are. Your hair's all sorts of messed up, though. Kind of like the way it gets after I've pummeled your pretty little ass into my mattress. Tell me, Sammy"- Dean moved in closer to his brother, lips brushing against Sam's as he spoke-"Have you been fucked recently?"
Fear and arousal clouded Sam's brain as he tried to find his voice, Dean's presence doing terrible things to his insides. He'd spent over a month imagining the things he'd say to his brother when he saw him again, and now that the moment was finally here, he found himself incapable of producing a single coherent thought. As he tried formulating a response, he felt the vibration of Dean's growl against his skin, the feel of it evidence of his brother's displeasure with his hesitation.
"ANSWER ME, GODDAMMIT!" Dean screamed, slamming his fist into the wall right beside Sam's head.
Sam flinched in surprise, his arms covering his face in a gesture of self-defense. "Stop! I didn't do anything, I swear! He's just a friend!"
Dean hoisted his brother over his shoulder before he had a chance to react, taking the stairs two at a time as he made his way to Sam's bedroom. Reaching his destination, he threw the boy down on the mattress with a loud thud, straddling Sam's thighs as he ripped the boy's shirt from his body. He stared down at his beautiful brother in awe, the sight of him after a whole month of separation too much to take in. Every part of him called out for Dean's touch, a call he was more than willing to answer. Leaning forward, he took one of Sam's nipples into his mouth, sucking affectionately at the rosy nub until it pebbled in between his sealed lips. Sam's moan spurred him on as he did the same to the other one, using his hands to unzip the boy's jeans while he worked on the smooth chest underneath him.
"Who is he, Sammy?" he whispered, staring hypnotically into his brother's hazel eyes.
"I t-told you. He's just a friend. Nothing more, Dean. I promise."
"I wanna believe you," he replied, pain evident on his features. "I wanna believe you so bad-"
Sam interrupted him by reaching out and crushing their lips together, entwining his tongue with Dean's as he sucked greedily on the pink muscle that gave him so much pleasure. Dean moaned into his mouth, fisting his fingers between the chestnut strands of Sam's floppy brown hair. He could feel his little brother's legs wrap around his waist as he rotated his hips, the friction making both boys groan in ecstasy.
"I want you, Sammy. If I ever thought for one second that someone else was having you…"
Sam's cock thickened with blood as he listened to the jealousy dripping from Dean's every word. He couldn't stop touching his brother, running his hands up and down the older boy's back with an uncontrollable urgency. He wanted to be devoured by him, to drown relentlessly within the embrace of his possessive demon. Being without Dean for over a month had taken its toll on Sam emotionally, psychologically, spiritually, and especially physically. He couldn't stand not having him anymore. He wanted to poke his seething demon with an invisible stick, make him so envious of whoever he thinks is getting close to Sam that all of his defenses will evaporate in the face of his anger, leaving nothing behind but the raw animal his brother had become. He didn't just want his brother tonight…he wanted the demon too.
"What if I told you he was having me, Dean?" he murmured tauntingly. "What if I told you that before you came here, he stopped by and told me how badly he wanted me."
Dean's eyes narrowed in anger. "Don't you fucking lie to me. Nobody would be stupid enough to try anything with you. Not with me as your lover."
"Oh, but he did. He sure has some balls going after what you want, doesn't he? Not only that, but he's got a big cock. It's big and it feels so good inside me."
Dean slammed both hands down on either side of Sam's head, the emerald hue of his pretty eyes fading to the familiar blackness that signaled the fury he was about to unleash on his baby brother. "Shut up," he warned. "Shut your fuckin' mouth. You wouldn't dare betray me like that. A stupid little slut is one thing but another man? No. Not my sweet Sammy. "
Sam chuckled darkly, desperately trying to hide his growing arousal at Dean's jealousy. "Oh, I wouldn't? I've found out a lot about myself since I left you, Dean. I like cock. More specifically, I like his cock. You don't know how he makes me feel. The way he licks my body with his talented tongue. Drives me fucking crazy. He gets all up in there real nice and then he licks at that special spot in me. Feels so goddamn good. The way he stares into my eyes as he fucks me. Doesn't ask me if it's okay; he just takes me. Takes me good and hard. I laid in this bed with my legs spread moaning like a fuckin' whore while he pleasured my tight ass with his thick cock. He had me so hot, I forgot all about you. He made me come so hard I blacked out. What do you think about that, De? Do you think it's wrong for me to enjoy the pleasure of another man's body? Because I do. He gives it good, and I enjoy every…fucking…minute of it."
The fury he could feel radiating from every inch of Dean's body broke through the lust induced haze he was under, making him wonder if he'd gone too far. By the looks of his homicidal brother, he had. The older boy shook with a rage Sam couldn't help but find extremely sexy, and he knew now that all he needed was one more push…just one little push, and he'd have the boy right where he wanted him.
Leaning up so that their faces were pressed together, Sam looked deep into those black eyes and whispered against Dean's quivering lips, saying the words he knew would send his brother over the edge.
"He makes me come harder than you ever could."
No amount of insight into the distant future could have prepared Sam for the wrath his brother unleashed all over him. The restraint Dean had been holding for the sake of the younger boy snapped and before Sam knew what was happening, all hell broke loose.
"GODDAMMIT!" Dean screamed, wrenching himself off of Sam.
Sam darted off the bed as his brother flipped it over with a loud crash, falling to the floor and staring up at Dean in a combination of horror and lust. His brother was so fucking powerful it made Sam ache. This…this was what he needed. He needed Dean to lose control, to fuck him so good he wouldn't be able to walk right for a month.
Sam crawled backwards to get away as Dean slowly approached him, fists clenched at his sides. The look on the boy's face made Sam's cheeks flush with excitement, all of his nerve endings on fire from the weight of Dean's glare.
"So, he makes you come harder than I do, does he? I find that very hard to believe, Sammy. See…nobody knows that underdeveloped body of yours like I do. Does he know about that little spot in the corner of your mouth? Does he know you like it when I kiss and lick at it while I'm stroking your cock? Did he give you the candles and silk sheets you seem to love so much? Does he stare deep into your eyes while his fingers are crooked in your ass the way I do? Remember that one time when I did just that, massaging that sweet spot mercilessly until you shuddered and came all over yourself? Does he do all that for ya, Sammy? Would he die for you? Huh? Does he have what you want?"
Sam and Dean had tears streaming down their faces by the time Dean was done with his tirade, the emotion of the moment too much for them to handle. Sam was trying to find words to comfort his brother when he was stopped by the sinister uprising of Dean's upper lip, a gesture which meant only one thing to Sam...danger.
Dean fell to his knees in desperation, ripping Sam's pants off his body before forcibly lifting his legs onto his shoulders and attacking his hole, licking and biting at it until Sam let out a startled cry of pleasure. The demon growled loudly as he ate his brother out, sucking so hard Sam was sure he would come just from that alone. Sam tried running his fingers through the older boy's cropped hair, but let out a gasp instead as Dean lifted them both off the ground and stood straight up, forcing Sam almost all the way upside down facing his brother's back. Dean tilted his head back and splayed Sam's legs wide open, licking his way into the asshole that was positioned right on top of his face. His neck craned to get at his little brother's quivering asshole, pleasuring it again and again while he maintained all of Sam's weight, holding onto the boy's spread thighs as he bounced him in the air up and down on his eager tongue. Curling the pink organ up, he licked at Sam's prostate over and over, all the while growling his approval of the obscene sounds coming from the boy's hoarse throat.
"Oh god!" Sam screamed.
He didn't know it could ever feel this way with Dean. All of his nerve endings were on fire, every part of him alight with pleasure so intense, he thought he was going to die. His hands clawed at Dean's back as he clenched his eyes shut, the strange position he was in making blood rush to his head. He felt like he was going to explode from the sensations coursing through his veins, letting out filthy groans that would have made their mother ashamed every time Dean lifted him up and slammed the entire lower half of his body back down on his face, tongue fucking him so hard he felt the sharp edge of the demon's teeth pierce the sensitive skin surrounding his rim.
Sam screamed as his orgasm ripped through him without warning, his come leaking white and sticky down Dean's back. His cock flopped up and down with every movement Dean forced him to make, moaning his ecstasy into his brother's smooth skin. When the intensity of his climax began to fade, Sam fell boneless against Dean's body, reveling in the soft growls Dean made as he lapped and sucked affectionately at Sam's well used hole.
"De," Sam whined, trying to lift his head up but failing miserably.
Their soft moans filled the room as he waited for what felt like forever for Dean to stop giving his asshole the attention it so desperately needed, all that time without his beloved brother taking more of a toll on him than he'd originally thought. When the demon's lust for Sam's taste had been sated, he slowly slid the boy down his body until his legs were wrapped securely around Dean's waist, pressing their foreheads together as they stared in each other's eyes. Sam put his arms around Dean's neck, licking up his lips in a gesture meant to excite the dominant demon.
"You're turning me on," Sam whispered shakily.
Dean's moment of gentle tenderness disappeared at Sam's words, a deep growl vibrating throughout his entire being. Rushing forward, he slammed Sam into the wall. Holding him up with one arm, he used the hand of his other one to shove two fingers inside Sam's ass, immediately crooking them and ramming in and out of his tight passage.
"Dean," Sam sobbed, biting the older boy's shoulder in ecstasy.
"Look at me," Dean snarled.
Sam lifted his head to glance apprehensively at his brother, a questionable fear merging with the pleasure Dean was giving him.
"Did he fuck you like this? Huh? Does his fingers feel as good as mine, baby?"
"No, De. Could never feel as good as yours. God, every part of your body gives me such pleasure I can't stand it."
Dean groaned, taking his fingers out and replacing them with his cock. Sam moaned helplessly as he was stuffed full of his big brother, squeezing around the boy tighter when he felt himself getting fucked against the cold wall. The force of Dean's thrusts had him slamming into the hard surface over and over again, the sensations the demon's cock was bringing him making his eyes roll in the back of his head.
"You're my fucking whore, Sammy," he moaned. "My whore. Fuckin' mine!"
"Yours," Sam whispered, tilting his head back to allow Dean access to his neck. The boy took advantage and sank his teeth deep into the skin, drawing blood that he instantly licked away with his tongue.
"Damn my father for makin' me love you, Sam," Dean sobbed, love and pain thickening the sound of his voice. "I hate him for doing this to me. Can't fucking live without you. Would rather fuckin' die. I'll kill this guy for takin' what's rightfully mine. I swear I will. I was the one took care of you, not him. I was the one who gave away my entire life to make you happy, not him. I've worked my ass off to earn you, Sam. I'm not gonna give you up so easily. Never gonna fuckin' give you up. Never gonna give away my whore. Say it, Sam. Fuckin' say it or I'll find your little lover and rip him to shreds."
"I'm your whore," Sam shuddered, the familiar tingling in his belly getting stronger and stronger with every angry and bitter word that came out of his brother's mouth.
"I'm still gonna kill him. I'm gonna kill him and then fuck you in a pool of his blood. That outta show him, huh? Stickin' his dick where it don't belong. Gettin' all up in my territory. Screwin' you like he had the fuckin' right. He could never make you come like I do, baby. I'm gonna show you. Gonna make you feel so fucking good. Won't be able to walk right for a fuckin' year."
"God...Deeean."
"His cock still better than mine, Sammy?"
Sam froze at the vulnerability present in Dean's tone. Anyone who wasn't as attuned to the demon's emotions as Sam was wouldn't have noticed. Luckily for him, he was connected to Dean in a way that nobody else would ever be.
"Never, Dean. You're all I want. God, you're fuckin' me so good I can't even think. Don't stop, De. Fuck your whore the way he never could."
"Sam," Dean sobbed, pushing him back from the wall and carrying him over toward the desk. As Dean bent him down, Sam reached his hands out and gripped the edge of the wood with his fingertips, holding on for dear life as Dean fucked him good and hard. His arms were stretched out past his head as he struggled to hold on, looking up at Dean's face in awe as he slid in and out of his ass. When he couldn't hold on anymore, he let go and slammed into the ground, feeling Dean's weight fall on top of him as he finished him off right there on the hardwood floor.
"Never gonna let you go, baby boy," Dean whispered, his entire body vibrating with pure bliss. "He could never give it to you the way I can. He's not gonna take you away. Won't let him get at what's mine ever again. Come for me, baby. I want to feel you come on my cock."
Sam stiffened as the first wave of contractions hit him like a ton of bricks, every muscle in his dick convulsing with such force that the shock of it all had him whimpering into Dean's lips, feeling the boy's tongue slide into his mouth. His brother cried out above him, coming deep inside Sam's ass.
"I can make it better, Sammy," Dean murmured in Sam's ear. "Tell me if he can do this."
A pleasure unlike anything Sam had ever known traveled through every nerve ending in his exhausted body, the intensity too much for his thirteen year old body to take in all at once. His lips opened wide as a scream erupted from his throat, his eyes focused on the ceiling but not seeing anything. Dean propped himself on his hands and continued to thrust inside Sam's asshole, staring down at the fire of his loins in triumph. After what he'd just done, there was no way Sam would ever want that guy he was sleeping with ever again. He had the boy all to himself. That prick didn't stand a chance if he thought he was going to have Sam. Not when he had to go through Dean to get him.
"Hmm. That's it, Sammy. That's De's sweet little whore. Scream your pleasure into my fucking mouth while I pound your tight little ass like I own it. Never again will I ever allow another man anywhere near you. I'm gonna watch your every fucking move from here on out, make sure nobody gets a chance at ya ever again. You're mine, Sammy. My baby boy. Not his. Mine. I'll die before I let you go."
Dean sealed his mouth over Sam's as the younger boy passed out from the strength of his climax, his brother's face the last thing he saw before he fell into unconsciousness.
"Sam? Wake up, baby."
Sam opened his eyes and groaned into Dean's neck, grabbing at the boy's hard shoulders.
"You're so fucking big, De," Sam murmured into his flesh. "So much muscle. Where the hell am I?"
Dean chuckled. "In my bed, baby."
Sam was fully awake at that, his head darting from left to right as he took in the familiar surroundings of Rosewood Manor.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to keep you here. I just thought it would be nice to have it like old times for now. You know…just you and me, our sweaty bodies entwined inside the softness of my silk sheets. You're safe with me, baby boy. You're in my bed right where you belong, lying naked with your legs spread underneath my body."
Sam groaned at Dean's words, arousal causing a deep shade of red to color his pale cheeks. His eyes fell closed as Dean's mouth connected with his, their tongues moving sensuously against each other. Sam ran his fingers through the older boy's hair when they came apart for air, love shining through his soft caress.
"I love you."
Dean chuckled. "I love you too, baby boy. So, Um…who was that guy you were with? I'm not gonna, you know, do anything to him or nothin' like that. I'm just curious is all."
Sam laughed. He supposed he could give him the angel's name. After all, it's not like he'd actually know who he was.
"Castiel."
Dean's face hardened for a brief moment before he schooled his features in the mask he always wore for Sammy's sake, the tiny flicker of emotion worrying his little brother.
"You okay? You don't have to be jealous, you know. I'm not going anywhere."
Dean smirked wickedly, something sinister darkening his emerald eyes. "Damn right you're not."
Sam was asleep, Dean had made sure of that. Sure he felt bad for using his powers to knock his little brother out, but he had stuff to do while his baby slept and he didn't have time to listen to Sam's incessant whining about how he needs to be a good person. Besides, when he has to do something that he knows will upset the love of his life, it's only natural for him to keep it hidden from the boy.
"Heathcliff," Dean called out, grabbing his car keys and opening the front door.
"Yes, sir?"
"You and I have a job to do so get your ass moving. We're taking a little trip."
Heathcliff hesitated for a minute before following Dean down the long driveway to his beloved Impala, his brows creased with confusion at the suddenness of the demon's request.
"So," he spoke up as he got in the passenger seat. "Where are we going?"
Dean's face contorted in an expression of intense hatred, the grip he had on the steering wheel turning his knuckles white.
"We're going to find ourselves an angel."
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.
"Dean."
Sam's whisper went unnoticed as Dean charged at him full speed, using his own body to slam his little brother up against the wall. Both boys stood there for what seemed like forever, breaths coming in ragged gasps as they stared each other down.
"So," Dean began, his quiet voice sending shivers down Sam's back. "How've you been, little brother?"
"I…I don't understand. Wh-what are you doing here? What's the matter, Dean?"
Dean chuckled darkly. "What's the matter, you ask? Well…how about we start with the man I spoke to today. You know, the one who was in your fucking bedroom? He told me you were sleeping. Sure as hell doesn't look like you are. Your hair's all sorts of messed up, though. Kind of like the way it gets after I've pummeled your pretty little ass into my mattress. Tell me, Sammy"- Dean moved in closer to his brother, lips brushing against Sam's as he spoke-"Have you been fucked recently?"
Fear and arousal clouded Sam's brain as he tried to find his voice, Dean's presence doing terrible things to his insides. He'd spent over a month imagining the things he'd say to his brother when he saw him again, and now that the moment was finally here, he found himself incapable of producing a single coherent thought. As he tried formulating a response, he felt the vibration of Dean's growl against his skin, the feel of it evidence of his brother's displeasure with his hesitation.
"ANSWER ME, GODDAMMIT!" Dean screamed, slamming his fist into the wall right beside Sam's head.
Sam flinched in surprise, his arms covering his face in a gesture of self-defense. "Stop! I didn't do anything, I swear! He's just a friend!"
Dean hoisted his brother over his shoulder before he had a chance to react, taking the stairs two at a time as he made his way to Sam's bedroom. Reaching his destination, he threw the boy down on the mattress with a loud thud, straddling Sam's thighs as he ripped the boy's shirt from his body. He stared down at his beautiful brother in awe, the sight of him after a whole month of separation too much to take in. Every part of him called out for Dean's touch, a call he was more than willing to answer. Leaning forward, he took one of Sam's nipples into his mouth, sucking affectionately at the rosy nub until it pebbled in between his sealed lips. Sam's moan spurred him on as he did the same to the other one, using his hands to unzip the boy's jeans while he worked on the smooth chest underneath him.
"Who is he, Sammy?" he whispered, staring hypnotically into his brother's hazel eyes.
"I t-told you. He's just a friend. Nothing more, Dean. I promise."
"I wanna believe you," he replied, pain evident on his features. "I wanna believe you so bad-"
Sam interrupted him by reaching out and crushing their lips together, entwining his tongue with Dean's as he sucked greedily on the pink muscle that gave him so much pleasure. Dean moaned into his mouth, fisting his fingers between the chestnut strands of Sam's floppy brown hair. He could feel his little brother's legs wrap around his waist as he rotated his hips, the friction making both boys groan in ecstasy.
"I want you, Sammy. If I ever thought for one second that someone else was having you…"
Sam's cock thickened with blood as he listened to the jealousy dripping from Dean's every word. He couldn't stop touching his brother, running his hands up and down the older boy's back with an uncontrollable urgency. He wanted to be devoured by him, to drown relentlessly within the embrace of his possessive demon. Being without Dean for over a month had taken its toll on Sam emotionally, psychologically, spiritually, and especially physically. He couldn't stand not having him anymore. He wanted to poke his seething demon with an invisible stick, make him so envious of whoever he thinks is getting close to Sam that all of his defenses will evaporate in the face of his anger, leaving nothing behind but the raw animal his brother had become. He didn't just want his brother tonight…he wanted the demon too.
"What if I told you he was having me, Dean?" he murmured tauntingly. "What if I told you that before you came here, he stopped by and told me how badly he wanted me."
Dean's eyes narrowed in anger. "Don't you fucking lie to me. Nobody would be stupid enough to try anything with you. Not with me as your lover."
"Oh, but he did. He sure has some balls going after what you want, doesn't he? Not only that, but he's got a big cock. It's big and it feels so good inside me."
Dean slammed both hands down on either side of Sam's head, the emerald hue of his pretty eyes fading to the familiar blackness that signaled the fury he was about to unleash on his baby brother. "Shut up," he warned. "Shut your fuckin' mouth. You wouldn't dare betray me like that. A stupid little slut is one thing but another man? No. Not my sweet Sammy. "
Sam chuckled darkly, desperately trying to hide his growing arousal at Dean's jealousy. "Oh, I wouldn't? I've found out a lot about myself since I left you, Dean. I like cock. More specifically, I like his cock. You don't know how he makes me feel. The way he licks my body with his talented tongue. Drives me fucking crazy. He gets all up in there real nice and then he licks at that special spot in me. Feels so goddamn good. The way he stares into my eyes as he fucks me. Doesn't ask me if it's okay; he just takes me. Takes me good and hard. I laid in this bed with my legs spread moaning like a fuckin' whore while he pleasured my tight ass with his thick cock. He had me so hot, I forgot all about you. He made me come so hard I blacked out. What do you think about that, De? Do you think it's wrong for me to enjoy the pleasure of another man's body? Because I do. He gives it good, and I enjoy every…fucking…minute of it."
The fury he could feel radiating from every inch of Dean's body broke through the lust induced haze he was under, making him wonder if he'd gone too far. By the looks of his homicidal brother, he had. The older boy shook with a rage Sam couldn't help but find extremely sexy, and he knew now that all he needed was one more push…just one little push, and he'd have the boy right where he wanted him.
Leaning up so that their faces were pressed together, Sam looked deep into those black eyes and whispered against Dean's quivering lips, saying the words he knew would send his brother over the edge.
"He makes me come harder than you ever could."
No amount of insight into the distant future could have prepared Sam for the wrath his brother unleashed all over him. The restraint Dean had been holding for the sake of the younger boy snapped and before Sam knew what was happening, all hell broke loose.
"GODDAMMIT!" Dean screamed, wrenching himself off of Sam.
Sam darted off the bed as his brother flipped it over with a loud crash, falling to the floor and staring up at Dean in a combination of horror and lust. His brother was so fucking powerful it made Sam ache. This…this was what he needed. He needed Dean to lose control, to fuck him so good he wouldn't be able to walk right for a month.
Sam crawled backwards to get away as Dean slowly approached him, fists clenched at his sides. The look on the boy's face made Sam's cheeks flush with excitement, all of his nerve endings on fire from the weight of Dean's glare.
"So, he makes you come harder than I do, does he? I find that very hard to believe, Sammy. See…nobody knows that underdeveloped body of yours like I do. Does he know about that little spot in the corner of your mouth? Does he know you like it when I kiss and lick at it while I'm stroking your cock? Did he give you the candles and silk sheets you seem to love so much? Does he stare deep into your eyes while his fingers are crooked in your ass the way I do? Remember that one time when I did just that, massaging that sweet spot mercilessly until you shuddered and came all over yourself? Does he do all that for ya, Sammy? Would he die for you? Huh? Does he have what you want?"
Sam and Dean had tears streaming down their faces by the time Dean was done with his tirade, the emotion of the moment too much for them to handle. Sam was trying to find words to comfort his brother when he was stopped by the sinister uprising of Dean's upper lip, a gesture which meant only one thing to Sam...danger.
Dean fell to his knees in desperation, ripping Sam's pants off his body before forcibly lifting his legs onto his shoulders and attacking his hole, licking and biting at it until Sam let out a startled cry of pleasure. The demon growled loudly as he ate his brother out, sucking so hard Sam was sure he would come just from that alone. Sam tried running his fingers through the older boy's cropped hair, but let out a gasp instead as Dean lifted them both off the ground and stood straight up, forcing Sam almost all the way upside down facing his brother's back. Dean tilted his head back and splayed Sam's legs wide open, licking his way into the asshole that was positioned right on top of his face. His neck craned to get at his little brother's quivering asshole, pleasuring it again and again while he maintained all of Sam's weight, holding onto the boy's spread thighs as he bounced him in the air up and down on his eager tongue. Curling the pink organ up, he licked at Sam's prostate over and over, all the while growling his approval of the obscene sounds coming from the boy's hoarse throat.
"Oh god!" Sam screamed.
He didn't know it could ever feel this way with Dean. All of his nerve endings were on fire, every part of him alight with pleasure so intense, he thought he was going to die. His hands clawed at Dean's back as he clenched his eyes shut, the strange position he was in making blood rush to his head. He felt like he was going to explode from the sensations coursing through his veins, letting out filthy groans that would have made their mother ashamed every time Dean lifted him up and slammed the entire lower half of his body back down on his face, tongue fucking him so hard he felt the sharp edge of the demon's teeth pierce the sensitive skin surrounding his rim.
Sam screamed as his orgasm ripped through him without warning, his come leaking white and sticky down Dean's back. His cock flopped up and down with every movement Dean forced him to make, moaning his ecstasy into his brother's smooth skin. When the intensity of his climax began to fade, Sam fell boneless against Dean's body, reveling in the soft growls Dean made as he lapped and sucked affectionately at Sam's well used hole.
"De," Sam whined, trying to lift his head up but failing miserably.
Their soft moans filled the room as he waited for what felt like forever for Dean to stop giving his asshole the attention it so desperately needed, all that time without his beloved brother taking more of a toll on him than he'd originally thought. When the demon's lust for Sam's taste had been sated, he slowly slid the boy down his body until his legs were wrapped securely around Dean's waist, pressing their foreheads together as they stared in each other's eyes. Sam put his arms around Dean's neck, licking up his lips in a gesture meant to excite the dominant demon.
"You're turning me on," Sam whispered shakily.
Dean's moment of gentle tenderness disappeared at Sam's words, a deep growl vibrating throughout his entire being. Rushing forward, he slammed Sam into the wall. Holding him up with one arm, he used the hand of his other one to shove two fingers inside Sam's ass, immediately crooking them and ramming in and out of his tight passage.
"Dean," Sam sobbed, biting the older boy's shoulder in ecstasy.
"Look at me," Dean snarled.
Sam lifted his head to glance apprehensively at his brother, a questionable fear merging with the pleasure Dean was giving him.
"Did he fuck you like this? Huh? Does his fingers feel as good as mine, baby?"
"No, De. Could never feel as good as yours. God, every part of your body gives me such pleasure I can't stand it."
Dean groaned, taking his fingers out and replacing them with his cock. Sam moaned helplessly as he was stuffed full of his big brother, squeezing around the boy tighter when he felt himself getting fucked against the cold wall. The force of Dean's thrusts had him slamming into the hard surface over and over again, the sensations the demon's cock was bringing him making his eyes roll in the back of his head.
"You're my fucking whore, Sammy," he moaned. "My whore. Fuckin' mine!"
"Yours," Sam whispered, tilting his head back to allow Dean access to his neck. The boy took advantage and sank his teeth deep into the skin, drawing blood that he instantly licked away with his tongue.
"Damn my father for makin' me love you, Sam," Dean sobbed, love and pain thickening the sound of his voice. "I hate him for doing this to me. Can't fucking live without you. Would rather fuckin' die. I'll kill this guy for takin' what's rightfully mine. I swear I will. I was the one took care of you, not him. I was the one who gave away my entire life to make you happy, not him. I've worked my ass off to earn you, Sam. I'm not gonna give you up so easily. Never gonna fuckin' give you up. Never gonna give away my whore. Say it, Sam. Fuckin' say it or I'll find your little lover and rip him to shreds."
"I'm your whore," Sam shuddered, the familiar tingling in his belly getting stronger and stronger with every angry and bitter word that came out of his brother's mouth.
"I'm still gonna kill him. I'm gonna kill him and then fuck you in a pool of his blood. That outta show him, huh? Stickin' his dick where it don't belong. Gettin' all up in my territory. Screwin' you like he had the fuckin' right. He could never make you come like I do, baby. I'm gonna show you. Gonna make you feel so fucking good. Won't be able to walk right for a fuckin' year."
"God...Deeean."
"His cock still better than mine, Sammy?"
Sam froze at the vulnerability present in Dean's tone. Anyone who wasn't as attuned to the demon's emotions as Sam was wouldn't have noticed. Luckily for him, he was connected to Dean in a way that nobody else would ever be.
"Never, Dean. You're all I want. God, you're fuckin' me so good I can't even think. Don't stop, De. Fuck your whore the way he never could."
"Sam," Dean sobbed, pushing him back from the wall and carrying him over toward the desk. As Dean bent him down, Sam reached his hands out and gripped the edge of the wood with his fingertips, holding on for dear life as Dean fucked him good and hard. His arms were stretched out past his head as he struggled to hold on, looking up at Dean's face in awe as he slid in and out of his ass. When he couldn't hold on anymore, he let go and slammed into the ground, feeling Dean's weight fall on top of him as he finished him off right there on the hardwood floor.
"Never gonna let you go, baby boy," Dean whispered, his entire body vibrating with pure bliss. "He could never give it to you the way I can. He's not gonna take you away. Won't let him get at what's mine ever again. Come for me, baby. I want to feel you come on my cock."
Sam stiffened as the first wave of contractions hit him like a ton of bricks, every muscle in his dick convulsing with such force that the shock of it all had him whimpering into Dean's lips, feeling the boy's tongue slide into his mouth. His brother cried out above him, coming deep inside Sam's ass.
"I can make it better, Sammy," Dean murmured in Sam's ear. "Tell me if he can do this."
A pleasure unlike anything Sam had ever known traveled through every nerve ending in his exhausted body, the intensity too much for his thirteen year old body to take in all at once. His lips opened wide as a scream erupted from his throat, his eyes focused on the ceiling but not seeing anything. Dean propped himself on his hands and continued to thrust inside Sam's asshole, staring down at the fire of his loins in triumph. After what he'd just done, there was no way Sam would ever want that guy he was sleeping with ever again. He had the boy all to himself. That prick didn't stand a chance if he thought he was going to have Sam. Not when he had to go through Dean to get him.
"Hmm. That's it, Sammy. That's De's sweet little whore. Scream your pleasure into my fucking mouth while I pound your tight little ass like I own it. Never again will I ever allow another man anywhere near you. I'm gonna watch your every fucking move from here on out, make sure nobody gets a chance at ya ever again. You're mine, Sammy. My baby boy. Not his. Mine. I'll die before I let you go."
Dean sealed his mouth over Sam's as the younger boy passed out from the strength of his climax, his brother's face the last thing he saw before he fell into unconsciousness.
"Sam? Wake up, baby."
Sam opened his eyes and groaned into Dean's neck, grabbing at the boy's hard shoulders.
"You're so fucking big, De," Sam murmured into his flesh. "So much muscle. Where the hell am I?"
Dean chuckled. "In my bed, baby."
Sam was fully awake at that, his head darting from left to right as he took in the familiar surroundings of Rosewood Manor.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to keep you here. I just thought it would be nice to have it like old times for now. You know…just you and me, our sweaty bodies entwined inside the softness of my silk sheets. You're safe with me, baby boy. You're in my bed right where you belong, lying naked with your legs spread underneath my body."
Sam groaned at Dean's words, arousal causing a deep shade of red to color his pale cheeks. His eyes fell closed as Dean's mouth connected with his, their tongues moving sensuously against each other. Sam ran his fingers through the older boy's hair when they came apart for air, love shining through his soft caress.
"I love you."
Dean chuckled. "I love you too, baby boy. So, Um…who was that guy you were with? I'm not gonna, you know, do anything to him or nothin' like that. I'm just curious is all."
Sam laughed. He supposed he could give him the angel's name. After all, it's not like he'd actually know who he was.
"Castiel."
Dean's face hardened for a brief moment before he schooled his features in the mask he always wore for Sammy's sake, the tiny flicker of emotion worrying his little brother.
"You okay? You don't have to be jealous, you know. I'm not going anywhere."
Dean smirked wickedly, something sinister darkening his emerald eyes. "Damn right you're not."
Sam was asleep, Dean had made sure of that. Sure he felt bad for using his powers to knock his little brother out, but he had stuff to do while his baby slept and he didn't have time to listen to Sam's incessant whining about how he needs to be a good person. Besides, when he has to do something that he knows will upset the love of his life, it's only natural for him to keep it hidden from the boy.
"Heathcliff," Dean called out, grabbing his car keys and opening the front door.
"Yes, sir?"
"You and I have a job to do so get your ass moving. We're taking a little trip."
Heathcliff hesitated for a minute before following Dean down the long driveway to his beloved Impala, his brows creased with confusion at the suddenness of the demon's request.
"So," he spoke up as he got in the passenger seat. "Where are we going?"
Dean's face contorted in an expression of intense hatred, the grip he had on the steering wheel turning his knuckles white.
"We're going to find ourselves an angel."