Don't Think We're in Kansas, Chapter 6; Supernatural/Stargate Atlantis Crossover, NC-17
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis/Supernatural Crossover
Title: Don't Think We're in Kansas, Chapter 6 ( Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5)
Pairings/Characters: (this chapter) Dean/John, Dean/John/Ronon, Sam/Dean, Teyla, Rodney, Carson
Word Count: 4035 (this chapter)
Rating: NC-17 (it's all about the sex)
Summary: I confess. This is mostly porn. I started out wanting to write plot, but all that came out was porn...and a wee bit of angst. Dean sets out to convince John that everything is a-okay.
A/Ns & Warnings: This is a bunny "given" to me by denyce. I don't know if she knew what she was getting into. Um. So...warnings. This is a slave fic. This is Dean slave fic...nothing like the OTHER slave!Dean fic. This is new and different. This will involve dubious con, and kinky, kinky sex. Yeah. Here. *points* Um...it's just dirty folks. I'd apologize...but you all know I'd be lying.
“John, dude, you’re making me dizzy.” Dean watched him pace, right hand on his hip, left hand scratching his head.
“Don’t talk to me. I’m angry.”
“I can see that. You’re the one who said we had to talk.”
“How could you?” John stopped in front of Dean, raising both arms.
Dean settled back on the couch and looked up at him. For the first time since he’d been leashed he felt absolutely no sexual need from John at all. None. Just anger, betrayal, guilt…whole shitloads of guilt. “How could I what?”
John crossed his arms now and stared at him. “You should have told us.”
“Because that would have changed things how exactly?” Dean asked.
“I wouldn’t have…made you…”
Dean stood, toe to toe, eye to eye. “You didn’t. The fucking collars did.”
“But I wanted-“
“And so did we.” Dean said. “This isn’t your fault.”
“He’s your brother.”
“I love him.” Dean replied, as if it was all the answer needed. “He’s all I have.”
“You know, in some cultures it isn’t uncommon.” Ronon said from his place on the other side of the room.
“No one asked you.” John answered.
Ronon chuckled. “The Marabi believe that it is the older brother’s duty to educate his younger brother in the ways of sexual gratification. The Hamarell believe that the love between two brothers is sacred and that the sexual union of two people closely related ensures a peaceful cycle.”
“I still didn’t ask you.” John paced around Dean, completing his circuit of the room. Dean followed him. He wasn’t going to beat him with words. He was going to have to convince the colonel another way.
Dean filled his head with an image of Sam…naked…John’s stride hitched, but he kept moving. Dean stopped, closed his eyes, concentrated. The Sam in his mind moaned. Dean added himself, sliding over Sam’s body, raising his arms above his head while Dean kissed him deep and slow. He heard John moan, felt him turn away, trying to shut off the arousal. Dean amped his own up, throwing a mental apology Sam’s way because he knew the poor guy was stuck in the infirmary feeling this. He licked his way over Sam’s chest, down his abdomen.
John was moving toward him, but Dean turned away, trying to concentrate. In his mind he turned his attention to Sam’s cock, feeling it stir under his touch…rising to his attention as he kissed the tip, licked over the head.
His own cock was perking up, pressing against the borrowed uniform pants he wore. He’d fought and denied this thing with Sam since his brother was fifteen…buried it so deep he’d forgotten it was even there…until Sam had told him he wanted him too.
Now he abandoned his own guilt, his own misgivings, his own fear that this was only going to fuck them up further…because appeasing John’s guilt seemed more important. They needed John…and Dean was getting the impression that the technology implanted in them made it so they needed John, needed to fulfill their “purpose”…
He felt the desire welling up in John. The Sam in his mind arched up, his cock thick and heavy and searching for Dean’s mouth. Dean obliged, closing his mouth over Sam. John’s hands were on him now, turning him. Dean opened his eyes as John’s lips found his, a wave of pure lust leaking out of him despite his attempt to hold it back.
In his mind he sucked up Sam’s cock, while his real hand snaked to John’s rubbing it through his pants, drawing him deeper into the fantasy. “Want him.” Dean murmured, his head falling back to offer John his neck. “Want this.”
Sam sat up and squirmed. His whole body was alive with need…with…want. Dean was…horny as all hell. He got the distinct image of Dean laying him down, could almost feel his lips on his. Sam licked his lips, and swung his feet off the bed.
“And where do ya think you’re going, young man?”
Sam looked up at Carson. “Dean…he needs me.” Sam panted.
“You need to stay where you are.” Carson came forward, a chart in his hands. “You were fed upon. You need time to recover.”
Sam shook his head. “I’m fine.” Well, aside from the raging hard on that the thin cotton of the hospital pants did nothing to hide, he was fine.
“I’ll sedate you if I have to.”
“You don’t understand. It’s not…I have to.” He couldn’t explain it, but he knew.” He stood, taking a few steps to make sure he could move. “I have to go.”
Carson frowned. “Sam, let me take a scan-“
“Later.” Sam went to the door. His mind flooded with Dean sucking his cock…John sucking Dean’s. He grabbed the door frame and breathed slowly. It was only in his mind, but his cock was ready to blow. He was never going to get all the way to the room. “Fuck.”
John joined the image again, behind Dean as Dean rose up, his cock sinking into Sam. John’s hand was on Sam’s cock now…pulling as Dean fucked him. Sam moaned and reached for his cock. “Fuck.”
“Sam?” Carson was there…right fucking there, and he was going to see. Sam doubled over. In his head John was fucking Dean, fucking Dean into Sam, biting into Dean’s shoulder.
Dean’s voice was in his head, whispering his name and Sam came…right there in the doorway of the infirmary, right there in front of Carson, sliding slowly to his knees as it crashed through him.
“Are ya all right, Sam?”
He caught his breath and looked up, his hands trying to hide the mess he’d made in his pants. “Nothing killing my brother won’t fix.” Sam said through clenched teeth.
“Let’s get you back to bed.”
“No offense, Doc.” Sam shook his head. “I think I’d rather get changed and go give Dean a reason to come enjoy your hospitality.”
Dean was starting to lose track of which sensations were fantasy and which were real. John’s cock was pushing into his ass, his mouth on Dean’s neck…but he was sprawled out under him too. Sam was sucking on Dean’s cock…though Sam wasn’t actually there.
His knee hit the bed, gave him something to ground himself. He pressed his hands into the mattress and pushed back against John. John responded by pushing that much harder into him.
Vaguely, Dean remember Ronon was somewhere in the room, and his head exploded with images from John’s head of various parts of Ronon. Dean’s head came up, looking for the big man and finding him, sitting with his arms crossed and a bemused smile on his face.
Dean beckoned him, and Ronon raised an eyebrow. Dean looked at his crotch and obvious arousal and raised an eyebrow back. They stared at each other for a long moment, then Ronon lurched out of the chair, launched at them, turning them, pressing John’s back to the bed and pushing Dean down onto him. His kiss was fierce and strong, his teeth scraping Dean’s tongue while Dean’s hands loosened his pants.
John’s hands were on Dean’s hips, pulling him down onto his cock while his hips rocked upward. Dean fumbled with the pants until Ronon roared and ripped them off himself and came back at Dean, pulling his head back to suck on Dean’s neck.
Dean gasped for air, watching himself in his head, watching what John wanted. He pushed Ronon back and leaned forward, sucking the big man’s dick into his mouth. Ronon apparently approved, thrusting forward.
Sam stumbled in the corridor, his cock already hard and dripping again. He was going to kill them both…all, he amended as Ronon joined the sensations and images in his head.
He got to the end of the hall. He could see the door. He doubled over. His cock hurt it was so sensitive. He’d come again in the bathroom changing, and the doctor had been concerned, tried to keep him. “Fuck.” Sam panted around the newest urges, held his cock, squeezed it to hold it off.
He staggered to the door and swiped his hand over the mechanism to open it. As it slide aside, he was hit with another wave of it, and that was before he saw them.
Sam stepped inside quickly, closing the door. Other than that, he couldn’t move, just stand there and hold his cock. John was on one of the beds…on his back…his dick up Dean’s ass…and Dean, Dean was there, hands on John’s shoulders bracing himself as he leaned back, his legs thrown over John’s…spread wide and Ronon…Sam groaned as Ronon moved in, his cock slick with lube, his fingers pressing into Dean, opening him further…and fuck…he was…Sam held his breath as Ronon’s cock pressed in and Dean yelled, shaking.
Dean rose up off of John a little, and Ronon’s hand was pressing his cock to John’s and Dean was pushing back down, taking them both…and Sam just couldn’t take that, his orgasm ripping through him and dropping him to the floor with his hand around his cock.
Dean was yelling now almost without stopping, guttural noises filling in the spaces. Ronon and John thrust into him, their own noises filling the air. The room smelled of sweat and sex and Sam couldn’t think, could barely breathe around the sight of his brother rocked between the two men.
“Sam.” It was a groan, a wanton moan and Sam looked up. Dean’s eyes found his and his head fell back as he came, covering Ronon’s chest with white sticky globs. John’s body stiffened as he thrust up and Sam knew from the look that he was coming. Ronon yelled and pressed Dean back onto John and he too came.
“Fuck.” John whispered, his eyes closing as his head fell back against the bed.
“Gonna have to wait.” Dean said in response as Ronon backed off. He reached out a hand and Ronon helped him up, leaving John alone on the bed. His pants were still hanging around one ankle and his shirt was torn beyond fixing. Ronon hadn’t even taken anything off…and John…Dean wasn’t entirely sure where John’s pants had gone.
He reached for his ass, which was going to hurt for a very long time, then thought better of it, seeing as it was oozing come like a fucking volcano. “Shower.” He gestured, though he didn’t think anyone in the room was in any shape to respond. His steps were slow, his ass complaining with every one. He got to the bathroom and into the shower before he heard Sam. “Dean?”
“I’m okay, Sam.”
“Can I come in.”
“Yeah.” Suddenly Sam was in, not just the bathroom, but the shower. His cock was red and looked almost painful. “Sam?” His bad arm was stuck in the plastic sleeve the doctor had given him so he could shower.
“You just about killed me.” Sam said, turning them around so he could get under the water.
“What happened?”
“Well, I woke up in the infirmary with a hard on so bad I couldn’t walk…and before I made it to the door I came in my pants.”
Dean stifled the laugh he felt coming. He knew it would only make Sam angry. “In front of the doctor.” Sam added, moving so Dean could get back under the water. “And then, I was in the bathroom getting changed and it happened again.”
And Dean has seen him in the room. “Three times Sammy? That’s pretty impressive.”
“It fucking hurts.” Sam pouted, his hands cradling his cock.
Dean pressed him into the wall. “I could make it feel better.”
“Dean…I mean it.” Sam growled.
“Me too.” Dean purred, kissing his brother, licking over his lips until Sam relaxed a little and opened his mouth. His hand eased down Sam’s stomach, under the protection of his hands and slowly circled Sam’s cock.
“Dean.” Sam breathed the name into his brother’s mouth. “Can’t.”
“Can.” Dean whispered back, his touch gentle. He bit on Sam’s lower lip, sucking it in. His own cock was starting to harden, his ass clench. The skin on Sam’s cock was hot to the touch. Sam’s entire body went rigid when Dean flicked his thumb over the tip. Dean kissed him again, then sank to one knee, wrapping his warm, wet mouth around his brother, laving the whole sensitive shaft with his tongue.
Sam’s hands reached for his head, then fell back against the wall. “Dean.” He was panting, whispering, whimpering. Dean was gentle, carefully mapping out the lines and curves of Sam’s dick with his tongue, kissing and licking until he felt the taste of his brother on his tongue. There was almost no fluid, but Sam slumped against the wall and Dean had to hold him up.
“You okay there Sammy?” Dean asked.
“No…I think you fucking broke me.”
Dean chuckled and finished washing. “This your grand plan for making this okay for them?” Sam asked as Dean stepped clear and let him under the water.
Dean shrugged. “Something like that. Just give it time.” He wrapped a towel around his waist and left Sam to finish…only to nearly run John over.
They stared at each other for a minute, then Dean blinked and moved away. “Are you okay?” John asked, his voice softer than the expression on his face.
“Yeah, you?”
“I don’t know. The problem hasn’t gone away.”
“Near as I can tell your genius is still working on it.” Dean said. “Mind if I borrow a clean pair of pants?”
“Other problem.” John said, pointing Dean to a stack of clean clothes.
“Only problem I see is that we’re all still stuck wearing these damn collars and my car is in another galaxy.”
“I’m talking about you and Sam.”
Dean smirked and looked over at John. “Don’t worry about Sam…he’s not going to be getting it up any time soon. Me, on the other hand, I’m a regular horn dog. Can go right now if you want.”
John’s lips quirked up and his eyes drifted a little to the right. Dean got a brief idea of where John wanted to go before he clamped it down. “You know what I mean, Dean.”
“I do know what you mean. You can let it go. You can’t change it, we aren’t complaining.”
“It’s still wrong.”
Dean chuckled. “Like anything here is right?” He shook his head and moved toward John. “I’m a goddamn slave, John. Even if Sam weren’t here, even if he wasn’t tied to me through this fucking thing…” he pointed at his neck, “I’m still bound to you. I can’t leave, or I die. You can’t leave, or I die. That right there is pretty fucking wrong in my book. I’ve known you what? A week? A week, and every time you have a stray thought, I’m hard as a rock and can’t wait to let you fuck me. That’s pretty damn wrong.”
“Okay, you’re getting upset-“
“Upset? You haven’t seen upset yet. I’m not done.”
“You’re not?”
Dean shook his head. “No. I’m just getting started. You want to talk wrong? Sam and I finally start to fix this thing between us, hunting again, looking for Dad…and what? Fucking demon nearly kills us all…and Sam, he’s getting visions and Dad’s freaked the fuck out by it…and I’m laying in a hospital bed dying. But I’m not dead. No. Because my father made a deal. My father laid a load of bricks on me and gave himself up. Sold himself to the goddamn fucking son of a bitch we’ve been hunting for since I was four years old. You want to know what’s wrong John? It’s waking up every morning thinking it’s all a fucking dream only to realize that it’s real.”
Tears streamed down his face, and he wasn’t even sure when the cork came off that bottle, but he couldn’t stop. “Wrong is looking into Sam’s face everyday and telling him that I don’t know, that Dad didn’t tell me what he fucking told me. It’s knowing that I can’t keep a promise I made my father…because I love Sam too damn much to do it. Wrong is knowing that if we do go home, I will lose him…the same way I lost my mother and Dad. Wrong is knowing that he left in the first place because of me…and he came back because of me…”
He was shaking, his face hot and wet. “But one thing that isn’t wrong in this fucked up life of mine is Sam, and what I have with him.”
It was quiet then, until Sam’s voice cut through the silence. “What did he tell you Dean?”
He looked up. Sam was crying too, crying and staring. Dean licked his lips and took a step toward him. “Sam-“
“What did he tell you about me Dean?”
“Please.” Dean held out his hand, silently imploring Sam to come to him, but Sam shook his head.
“Tell me.”
Dean went to Sam when Sam wouldn’t come to him. “I told him I would never tell you.”
“He’s not here. I am.”
Dean couldn’t look at him. He never wanted to say those words out loud. “He…told me to look out for you. Keep you safe.”
“And?”
“Please, Sam.”
“Dean. I swear, you tell me right now, or I’m walking out that door.”
“Said…he said that you might…that the demon might…make you…evil…that you might…”
Sam nodded tightly. “And the promise?”
Dean shook his head. “No. No Sam.”
Sam started for the door and Dean grabbed his hand. “Sam, please.”
“Tell me.”
Dean closed his eyes. “He made me promise that I’d kill you first.”
Sam pulled his hand free and just stared at him. Dean couldn’t begin to read the look on his face. He was painfully aware of Ronon and John being there, staring at them. “Say something.” Dean implored after the silence became unbearable.
“I expect you to keep that promise.” Sam said softly after a few minutes. “I’m gonna…get some air.” He pulled on a pair of pants that had been draped on the chair and left.
Dean wanted to collapse, wanted to drink himself into oblivion. He turned slowly to John.
“I don’t suppose you want to explain that.” John said. “Demons? Evil?”
Dean rolled his eyes and rubbed his face. “Yeah. It’s what we do. Sam and me…my father, before he died.”
“What…exactly?”
“Hunt evil…demons, vampires, ghosts, werewolves.”
“Right.” John didn’t look very convinced. “I think maybe we should take you back to Dr. Beckett.”
“That’s rich.” Dean shook his head. “We’re standing in a floating city on a planet in another galaxy where you have monsters that suck the life out of you…but you can’t wrap your head around the concept of evil?”
“Oh, evil I get, Dean. Demons though? Vampires? Don’t exist.”
“Says the man who walks through a ring of water, flies ships with his mind and battles aliens who suck the life out of people’s bodies.” Dean said with a snort. “Trust me on this. It’s what we do.” He sighed and sat on the couch. “It started when I was four. There was…a fire. In Sam’s nursery. Our mother died.” He licked his lips and looked up at John who was still looking at him like he was crazy. “Look, I don’t do the whole talking thing often, so if you want to hear all the sordid details, this is it.”
John nodded. “Okay. I’ll listen.”
“I’m going to find Sam.” Ronon said as John sat and Dean started his story.
He didn’t figure that Sam had gone far, with no shirt and no shoes. It didn’t take long to find him, on a balcony, leaning out to watch the waves. “You okay?” Ronon asked as he approached.
Sam sighed, but didn’t look up. “Sometimes I just wish people would stop asking me that.”
“It’s not every day that your brother tells you he’s gonna kill you.” Ronon responded, leaning his back against the railing. “Not everyday you tell him to do it either.”
Sam sighed again. “No. I suppose not. But I told you, we’ve never really been normal.”
“So what’s the story?”
Sam looked up at him, stood up straight and shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets. “My father wasn’t really good with the talking thing, like Dean. I think he probably knew something. I don’t really know.”
“But he thought you’d go dark side on him?” Ronon asked. He eyed Sam, watching for something he might have missed before. He couldn’t see the kid going evil, even if he had a taste for some rough stuff.
“Yeah, well…sometimes I wonder.”
Ronon shook his head. “I don’t see it.”
Sam raised an eyebrow. “Oh really?”
“Nope. Besides, you’re here, your demon is there. I figure that makes you pretty safe.”
“I don’t know that safe is a word I’d use.”
“Okay, one more question.”
“Shoot.”
“Visions?”
Sam rolled his eyes and shoved his hands even deeper into his pockets. “Yeah…well…sort of. We think they were related to the demon somehow…I haven’t had one since we woke up in that cave.” He scratched at the wound left behind by the Wraith on his chest. “In fact, not since my Dad died.”
“So no way we’re stealing a jumper and heading to Empus Prime for a little fun at the Compu wheel?”
Sam laughed. “I have no idea what you just said, but no…anything to do with visions is off the menu.” He shifted uncomfortably. “You think Dean’s done with his emo breakdown?”
“Emo breakdown?” Ronon straightened. “Is that what you call that?”
“That’s what he’d call it.”
“I say we haul him down to the gym and beat him up.”
“Two on two? You and me against John and Dean?”
“If you’re up for it.” Ronon smirked as Sam bristled. He really liked this kid.
Sam stopped and turned to him. “Oh, I’m up…maybe we should skip them and just go at it ourselves.”
“You think you could take me?” Ronon punched him lightly and Sam punched back, then they were grappling and Sam had him up against the wall.
“I figure it’s my turn.” Sam said gruffly.
Ronon cleared his throat as someone passed and Sam backed off. “Your turn?” His hand grabbed Sam’s crotch and he smirked when Sam leaped back.
“Yeah…just…not for a couple of hours, okay?”
“No. Elizabeth will never go for it.”
“Why not? We’re more than capable. You’ve seen for yourself.”
John sighed and sat next to Sam at the table in the mess hall. “I realize you are both good in a fight, can handle weapons better than at least one member of my team, but you aren’t military, you aren’t scientists, you have no practical experience…none that I can explain to her, anyway.”
“Come on, I know you’re getting bored babysitting us.” Dean prodded. “I’m going out of my mind sitting here.”
“You’re still under the influence of alien technology.” John said around a bite of his sandwich.
“Oh, and you aren’t?” Sam snorted.
“They are good in a fight.” Ronon said as he joined them.
“Not helping.” John replied.
“And they do have the gene, so they can learn to fly the jumper.” Rodney said, also joining them.
“Whoa, slow down there Bubba. I don’t fly.” Dean said, holding up his hands.
“Yet another reason you can’t come with us on missions.” John said. “And what is with you and flying.”
“Dude. I don’t fly.”
“Never has.” Sam added. “He’s afraid.”
“That’s just something we have to fix.” John shook his pickle at Dean. “It just isn’t right.”
“I agree with Colonel Sheppard.” Teyla sat on Sam’s other side, setting her plate on the table. “It is not wise to take them on missions. Not when they’re connection to Colonel Sheppard could jeopardize their safety. Or ours.”
“Thank you Teyla.” John smiled at her.
“You’ve gotta give us something.”
John put his sandwich down and looked at Dean. “Okay I’ll talk to her. But I guarantee you she’s going to say no.”
“All you can do is ask.” Dean responded, grinning.
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Title: Don't Think We're in Kansas, Chapter 6 ( Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5)
Pairings/Characters: (this chapter) Dean/John, Dean/John/Ronon, Sam/Dean, Teyla, Rodney, Carson
Word Count: 4035 (this chapter)
Rating: NC-17 (it's all about the sex)
Summary: I confess. This is mostly porn. I started out wanting to write plot, but all that came out was porn...and a wee bit of angst. Dean sets out to convince John that everything is a-okay.
A/Ns & Warnings: This is a bunny "given" to me by denyce. I don't know if she knew what she was getting into. Um. So...warnings. This is a slave fic. This is Dean slave fic...nothing like the OTHER slave!Dean fic. This is new and different. This will involve dubious con, and kinky, kinky sex. Yeah. Here. *points* Um...it's just dirty folks. I'd apologize...but you all know I'd be lying.
“John, dude, you’re making me dizzy.” Dean watched him pace, right hand on his hip, left hand scratching his head.
“Don’t talk to me. I’m angry.”
“I can see that. You’re the one who said we had to talk.”
“How could you?” John stopped in front of Dean, raising both arms.
Dean settled back on the couch and looked up at him. For the first time since he’d been leashed he felt absolutely no sexual need from John at all. None. Just anger, betrayal, guilt…whole shitloads of guilt. “How could I what?”
John crossed his arms now and stared at him. “You should have told us.”
“Because that would have changed things how exactly?” Dean asked.
“I wouldn’t have…made you…”
Dean stood, toe to toe, eye to eye. “You didn’t. The fucking collars did.”
“But I wanted-“
“And so did we.” Dean said. “This isn’t your fault.”
“He’s your brother.”
“I love him.” Dean replied, as if it was all the answer needed. “He’s all I have.”
“You know, in some cultures it isn’t uncommon.” Ronon said from his place on the other side of the room.
“No one asked you.” John answered.
Ronon chuckled. “The Marabi believe that it is the older brother’s duty to educate his younger brother in the ways of sexual gratification. The Hamarell believe that the love between two brothers is sacred and that the sexual union of two people closely related ensures a peaceful cycle.”
“I still didn’t ask you.” John paced around Dean, completing his circuit of the room. Dean followed him. He wasn’t going to beat him with words. He was going to have to convince the colonel another way.
Dean filled his head with an image of Sam…naked…John’s stride hitched, but he kept moving. Dean stopped, closed his eyes, concentrated. The Sam in his mind moaned. Dean added himself, sliding over Sam’s body, raising his arms above his head while Dean kissed him deep and slow. He heard John moan, felt him turn away, trying to shut off the arousal. Dean amped his own up, throwing a mental apology Sam’s way because he knew the poor guy was stuck in the infirmary feeling this. He licked his way over Sam’s chest, down his abdomen.
John was moving toward him, but Dean turned away, trying to concentrate. In his mind he turned his attention to Sam’s cock, feeling it stir under his touch…rising to his attention as he kissed the tip, licked over the head.
His own cock was perking up, pressing against the borrowed uniform pants he wore. He’d fought and denied this thing with Sam since his brother was fifteen…buried it so deep he’d forgotten it was even there…until Sam had told him he wanted him too.
Now he abandoned his own guilt, his own misgivings, his own fear that this was only going to fuck them up further…because appeasing John’s guilt seemed more important. They needed John…and Dean was getting the impression that the technology implanted in them made it so they needed John, needed to fulfill their “purpose”…
He felt the desire welling up in John. The Sam in his mind arched up, his cock thick and heavy and searching for Dean’s mouth. Dean obliged, closing his mouth over Sam. John’s hands were on him now, turning him. Dean opened his eyes as John’s lips found his, a wave of pure lust leaking out of him despite his attempt to hold it back.
In his mind he sucked up Sam’s cock, while his real hand snaked to John’s rubbing it through his pants, drawing him deeper into the fantasy. “Want him.” Dean murmured, his head falling back to offer John his neck. “Want this.”
Sam sat up and squirmed. His whole body was alive with need…with…want. Dean was…horny as all hell. He got the distinct image of Dean laying him down, could almost feel his lips on his. Sam licked his lips, and swung his feet off the bed.
“And where do ya think you’re going, young man?”
Sam looked up at Carson. “Dean…he needs me.” Sam panted.
“You need to stay where you are.” Carson came forward, a chart in his hands. “You were fed upon. You need time to recover.”
Sam shook his head. “I’m fine.” Well, aside from the raging hard on that the thin cotton of the hospital pants did nothing to hide, he was fine.
“I’ll sedate you if I have to.”
“You don’t understand. It’s not…I have to.” He couldn’t explain it, but he knew.” He stood, taking a few steps to make sure he could move. “I have to go.”
Carson frowned. “Sam, let me take a scan-“
“Later.” Sam went to the door. His mind flooded with Dean sucking his cock…John sucking Dean’s. He grabbed the door frame and breathed slowly. It was only in his mind, but his cock was ready to blow. He was never going to get all the way to the room. “Fuck.”
John joined the image again, behind Dean as Dean rose up, his cock sinking into Sam. John’s hand was on Sam’s cock now…pulling as Dean fucked him. Sam moaned and reached for his cock. “Fuck.”
“Sam?” Carson was there…right fucking there, and he was going to see. Sam doubled over. In his head John was fucking Dean, fucking Dean into Sam, biting into Dean’s shoulder.
Dean’s voice was in his head, whispering his name and Sam came…right there in the doorway of the infirmary, right there in front of Carson, sliding slowly to his knees as it crashed through him.
“Are ya all right, Sam?”
He caught his breath and looked up, his hands trying to hide the mess he’d made in his pants. “Nothing killing my brother won’t fix.” Sam said through clenched teeth.
“Let’s get you back to bed.”
“No offense, Doc.” Sam shook his head. “I think I’d rather get changed and go give Dean a reason to come enjoy your hospitality.”
Dean was starting to lose track of which sensations were fantasy and which were real. John’s cock was pushing into his ass, his mouth on Dean’s neck…but he was sprawled out under him too. Sam was sucking on Dean’s cock…though Sam wasn’t actually there.
His knee hit the bed, gave him something to ground himself. He pressed his hands into the mattress and pushed back against John. John responded by pushing that much harder into him.
Vaguely, Dean remember Ronon was somewhere in the room, and his head exploded with images from John’s head of various parts of Ronon. Dean’s head came up, looking for the big man and finding him, sitting with his arms crossed and a bemused smile on his face.
Dean beckoned him, and Ronon raised an eyebrow. Dean looked at his crotch and obvious arousal and raised an eyebrow back. They stared at each other for a long moment, then Ronon lurched out of the chair, launched at them, turning them, pressing John’s back to the bed and pushing Dean down onto him. His kiss was fierce and strong, his teeth scraping Dean’s tongue while Dean’s hands loosened his pants.
John’s hands were on Dean’s hips, pulling him down onto his cock while his hips rocked upward. Dean fumbled with the pants until Ronon roared and ripped them off himself and came back at Dean, pulling his head back to suck on Dean’s neck.
Dean gasped for air, watching himself in his head, watching what John wanted. He pushed Ronon back and leaned forward, sucking the big man’s dick into his mouth. Ronon apparently approved, thrusting forward.
Sam stumbled in the corridor, his cock already hard and dripping again. He was going to kill them both…all, he amended as Ronon joined the sensations and images in his head.
He got to the end of the hall. He could see the door. He doubled over. His cock hurt it was so sensitive. He’d come again in the bathroom changing, and the doctor had been concerned, tried to keep him. “Fuck.” Sam panted around the newest urges, held his cock, squeezed it to hold it off.
He staggered to the door and swiped his hand over the mechanism to open it. As it slide aside, he was hit with another wave of it, and that was before he saw them.
Sam stepped inside quickly, closing the door. Other than that, he couldn’t move, just stand there and hold his cock. John was on one of the beds…on his back…his dick up Dean’s ass…and Dean, Dean was there, hands on John’s shoulders bracing himself as he leaned back, his legs thrown over John’s…spread wide and Ronon…Sam groaned as Ronon moved in, his cock slick with lube, his fingers pressing into Dean, opening him further…and fuck…he was…Sam held his breath as Ronon’s cock pressed in and Dean yelled, shaking.
Dean rose up off of John a little, and Ronon’s hand was pressing his cock to John’s and Dean was pushing back down, taking them both…and Sam just couldn’t take that, his orgasm ripping through him and dropping him to the floor with his hand around his cock.
Dean was yelling now almost without stopping, guttural noises filling in the spaces. Ronon and John thrust into him, their own noises filling the air. The room smelled of sweat and sex and Sam couldn’t think, could barely breathe around the sight of his brother rocked between the two men.
“Sam.” It was a groan, a wanton moan and Sam looked up. Dean’s eyes found his and his head fell back as he came, covering Ronon’s chest with white sticky globs. John’s body stiffened as he thrust up and Sam knew from the look that he was coming. Ronon yelled and pressed Dean back onto John and he too came.
“Fuck.” John whispered, his eyes closing as his head fell back against the bed.
“Gonna have to wait.” Dean said in response as Ronon backed off. He reached out a hand and Ronon helped him up, leaving John alone on the bed. His pants were still hanging around one ankle and his shirt was torn beyond fixing. Ronon hadn’t even taken anything off…and John…Dean wasn’t entirely sure where John’s pants had gone.
He reached for his ass, which was going to hurt for a very long time, then thought better of it, seeing as it was oozing come like a fucking volcano. “Shower.” He gestured, though he didn’t think anyone in the room was in any shape to respond. His steps were slow, his ass complaining with every one. He got to the bathroom and into the shower before he heard Sam. “Dean?”
“I’m okay, Sam.”
“Can I come in.”
“Yeah.” Suddenly Sam was in, not just the bathroom, but the shower. His cock was red and looked almost painful. “Sam?” His bad arm was stuck in the plastic sleeve the doctor had given him so he could shower.
“You just about killed me.” Sam said, turning them around so he could get under the water.
“What happened?”
“Well, I woke up in the infirmary with a hard on so bad I couldn’t walk…and before I made it to the door I came in my pants.”
Dean stifled the laugh he felt coming. He knew it would only make Sam angry. “In front of the doctor.” Sam added, moving so Dean could get back under the water. “And then, I was in the bathroom getting changed and it happened again.”
And Dean has seen him in the room. “Three times Sammy? That’s pretty impressive.”
“It fucking hurts.” Sam pouted, his hands cradling his cock.
Dean pressed him into the wall. “I could make it feel better.”
“Dean…I mean it.” Sam growled.
“Me too.” Dean purred, kissing his brother, licking over his lips until Sam relaxed a little and opened his mouth. His hand eased down Sam’s stomach, under the protection of his hands and slowly circled Sam’s cock.
“Dean.” Sam breathed the name into his brother’s mouth. “Can’t.”
“Can.” Dean whispered back, his touch gentle. He bit on Sam’s lower lip, sucking it in. His own cock was starting to harden, his ass clench. The skin on Sam’s cock was hot to the touch. Sam’s entire body went rigid when Dean flicked his thumb over the tip. Dean kissed him again, then sank to one knee, wrapping his warm, wet mouth around his brother, laving the whole sensitive shaft with his tongue.
Sam’s hands reached for his head, then fell back against the wall. “Dean.” He was panting, whispering, whimpering. Dean was gentle, carefully mapping out the lines and curves of Sam’s dick with his tongue, kissing and licking until he felt the taste of his brother on his tongue. There was almost no fluid, but Sam slumped against the wall and Dean had to hold him up.
“You okay there Sammy?” Dean asked.
“No…I think you fucking broke me.”
Dean chuckled and finished washing. “This your grand plan for making this okay for them?” Sam asked as Dean stepped clear and let him under the water.
Dean shrugged. “Something like that. Just give it time.” He wrapped a towel around his waist and left Sam to finish…only to nearly run John over.
They stared at each other for a minute, then Dean blinked and moved away. “Are you okay?” John asked, his voice softer than the expression on his face.
“Yeah, you?”
“I don’t know. The problem hasn’t gone away.”
“Near as I can tell your genius is still working on it.” Dean said. “Mind if I borrow a clean pair of pants?”
“Other problem.” John said, pointing Dean to a stack of clean clothes.
“Only problem I see is that we’re all still stuck wearing these damn collars and my car is in another galaxy.”
“I’m talking about you and Sam.”
Dean smirked and looked over at John. “Don’t worry about Sam…he’s not going to be getting it up any time soon. Me, on the other hand, I’m a regular horn dog. Can go right now if you want.”
John’s lips quirked up and his eyes drifted a little to the right. Dean got a brief idea of where John wanted to go before he clamped it down. “You know what I mean, Dean.”
“I do know what you mean. You can let it go. You can’t change it, we aren’t complaining.”
“It’s still wrong.”
Dean chuckled. “Like anything here is right?” He shook his head and moved toward John. “I’m a goddamn slave, John. Even if Sam weren’t here, even if he wasn’t tied to me through this fucking thing…” he pointed at his neck, “I’m still bound to you. I can’t leave, or I die. You can’t leave, or I die. That right there is pretty fucking wrong in my book. I’ve known you what? A week? A week, and every time you have a stray thought, I’m hard as a rock and can’t wait to let you fuck me. That’s pretty damn wrong.”
“Okay, you’re getting upset-“
“Upset? You haven’t seen upset yet. I’m not done.”
“You’re not?”
Dean shook his head. “No. I’m just getting started. You want to talk wrong? Sam and I finally start to fix this thing between us, hunting again, looking for Dad…and what? Fucking demon nearly kills us all…and Sam, he’s getting visions and Dad’s freaked the fuck out by it…and I’m laying in a hospital bed dying. But I’m not dead. No. Because my father made a deal. My father laid a load of bricks on me and gave himself up. Sold himself to the goddamn fucking son of a bitch we’ve been hunting for since I was four years old. You want to know what’s wrong John? It’s waking up every morning thinking it’s all a fucking dream only to realize that it’s real.”
Tears streamed down his face, and he wasn’t even sure when the cork came off that bottle, but he couldn’t stop. “Wrong is looking into Sam’s face everyday and telling him that I don’t know, that Dad didn’t tell me what he fucking told me. It’s knowing that I can’t keep a promise I made my father…because I love Sam too damn much to do it. Wrong is knowing that if we do go home, I will lose him…the same way I lost my mother and Dad. Wrong is knowing that he left in the first place because of me…and he came back because of me…”
He was shaking, his face hot and wet. “But one thing that isn’t wrong in this fucked up life of mine is Sam, and what I have with him.”
It was quiet then, until Sam’s voice cut through the silence. “What did he tell you Dean?”
He looked up. Sam was crying too, crying and staring. Dean licked his lips and took a step toward him. “Sam-“
“What did he tell you about me Dean?”
“Please.” Dean held out his hand, silently imploring Sam to come to him, but Sam shook his head.
“Tell me.”
Dean went to Sam when Sam wouldn’t come to him. “I told him I would never tell you.”
“He’s not here. I am.”
Dean couldn’t look at him. He never wanted to say those words out loud. “He…told me to look out for you. Keep you safe.”
“And?”
“Please, Sam.”
“Dean. I swear, you tell me right now, or I’m walking out that door.”
“Said…he said that you might…that the demon might…make you…evil…that you might…”
Sam nodded tightly. “And the promise?”
Dean shook his head. “No. No Sam.”
Sam started for the door and Dean grabbed his hand. “Sam, please.”
“Tell me.”
Dean closed his eyes. “He made me promise that I’d kill you first.”
Sam pulled his hand free and just stared at him. Dean couldn’t begin to read the look on his face. He was painfully aware of Ronon and John being there, staring at them. “Say something.” Dean implored after the silence became unbearable.
“I expect you to keep that promise.” Sam said softly after a few minutes. “I’m gonna…get some air.” He pulled on a pair of pants that had been draped on the chair and left.
Dean wanted to collapse, wanted to drink himself into oblivion. He turned slowly to John.
“I don’t suppose you want to explain that.” John said. “Demons? Evil?”
Dean rolled his eyes and rubbed his face. “Yeah. It’s what we do. Sam and me…my father, before he died.”
“What…exactly?”
“Hunt evil…demons, vampires, ghosts, werewolves.”
“Right.” John didn’t look very convinced. “I think maybe we should take you back to Dr. Beckett.”
“That’s rich.” Dean shook his head. “We’re standing in a floating city on a planet in another galaxy where you have monsters that suck the life out of you…but you can’t wrap your head around the concept of evil?”
“Oh, evil I get, Dean. Demons though? Vampires? Don’t exist.”
“Says the man who walks through a ring of water, flies ships with his mind and battles aliens who suck the life out of people’s bodies.” Dean said with a snort. “Trust me on this. It’s what we do.” He sighed and sat on the couch. “It started when I was four. There was…a fire. In Sam’s nursery. Our mother died.” He licked his lips and looked up at John who was still looking at him like he was crazy. “Look, I don’t do the whole talking thing often, so if you want to hear all the sordid details, this is it.”
John nodded. “Okay. I’ll listen.”
“I’m going to find Sam.” Ronon said as John sat and Dean started his story.
He didn’t figure that Sam had gone far, with no shirt and no shoes. It didn’t take long to find him, on a balcony, leaning out to watch the waves. “You okay?” Ronon asked as he approached.
Sam sighed, but didn’t look up. “Sometimes I just wish people would stop asking me that.”
“It’s not every day that your brother tells you he’s gonna kill you.” Ronon responded, leaning his back against the railing. “Not everyday you tell him to do it either.”
Sam sighed again. “No. I suppose not. But I told you, we’ve never really been normal.”
“So what’s the story?”
Sam looked up at him, stood up straight and shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets. “My father wasn’t really good with the talking thing, like Dean. I think he probably knew something. I don’t really know.”
“But he thought you’d go dark side on him?” Ronon asked. He eyed Sam, watching for something he might have missed before. He couldn’t see the kid going evil, even if he had a taste for some rough stuff.
“Yeah, well…sometimes I wonder.”
Ronon shook his head. “I don’t see it.”
Sam raised an eyebrow. “Oh really?”
“Nope. Besides, you’re here, your demon is there. I figure that makes you pretty safe.”
“I don’t know that safe is a word I’d use.”
“Okay, one more question.”
“Shoot.”
“Visions?”
Sam rolled his eyes and shoved his hands even deeper into his pockets. “Yeah…well…sort of. We think they were related to the demon somehow…I haven’t had one since we woke up in that cave.” He scratched at the wound left behind by the Wraith on his chest. “In fact, not since my Dad died.”
“So no way we’re stealing a jumper and heading to Empus Prime for a little fun at the Compu wheel?”
Sam laughed. “I have no idea what you just said, but no…anything to do with visions is off the menu.” He shifted uncomfortably. “You think Dean’s done with his emo breakdown?”
“Emo breakdown?” Ronon straightened. “Is that what you call that?”
“That’s what he’d call it.”
“I say we haul him down to the gym and beat him up.”
“Two on two? You and me against John and Dean?”
“If you’re up for it.” Ronon smirked as Sam bristled. He really liked this kid.
Sam stopped and turned to him. “Oh, I’m up…maybe we should skip them and just go at it ourselves.”
“You think you could take me?” Ronon punched him lightly and Sam punched back, then they were grappling and Sam had him up against the wall.
“I figure it’s my turn.” Sam said gruffly.
Ronon cleared his throat as someone passed and Sam backed off. “Your turn?” His hand grabbed Sam’s crotch and he smirked when Sam leaped back.
“Yeah…just…not for a couple of hours, okay?”
“No. Elizabeth will never go for it.”
“Why not? We’re more than capable. You’ve seen for yourself.”
John sighed and sat next to Sam at the table in the mess hall. “I realize you are both good in a fight, can handle weapons better than at least one member of my team, but you aren’t military, you aren’t scientists, you have no practical experience…none that I can explain to her, anyway.”
“Come on, I know you’re getting bored babysitting us.” Dean prodded. “I’m going out of my mind sitting here.”
“You’re still under the influence of alien technology.” John said around a bite of his sandwich.
“Oh, and you aren’t?” Sam snorted.
“They are good in a fight.” Ronon said as he joined them.
“Not helping.” John replied.
“And they do have the gene, so they can learn to fly the jumper.” Rodney said, also joining them.
“Whoa, slow down there Bubba. I don’t fly.” Dean said, holding up his hands.
“Yet another reason you can’t come with us on missions.” John said. “And what is with you and flying.”
“Dude. I don’t fly.”
“Never has.” Sam added. “He’s afraid.”
“That’s just something we have to fix.” John shook his pickle at Dean. “It just isn’t right.”
“I agree with Colonel Sheppard.” Teyla sat on Sam’s other side, setting her plate on the table. “It is not wise to take them on missions. Not when they’re connection to Colonel Sheppard could jeopardize their safety. Or ours.”
“Thank you Teyla.” John smiled at her.
“You’ve gotta give us something.”
John put his sandwich down and looked at Dean. “Okay I’ll talk to her. But I guarantee you she’s going to say no.”
“All you can do is ask.” Dean responded, grinning.
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