Adult-FanFiction.org : Television / Streaming

Bite	By : rae_roberts Category: Supernatural > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 4187 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural and make no profit from this story. Just borrowing Sam and Dean for fun.

Chapter List
- 1-Bite
- 2-Ring
- 3-Rape
- 4-Taken
- 5-Finished
- 6-Grind
- 7-Ride
- 8-Submission
- 9-Sixty-nine
- 10-Flashback I
- 11-Mirror, Mirror
- 12-Hoodoo
- 13-Confession
- 14-Flashback II
- 15-Home
- 16-The End
- 2
- 3
- 4
Author's note: Please be advised, as the title implies this chapter contains a graphic rape scene.

Sam came back after midnight, his expression worried, every line of his body radiating tension. “Did you get the text I sent you?”
Dean cradled his throbbing arm against his chest. “Yeah, but I’m going to have to get a phone from this universe, man. The link you sent was gibberish.”
“You didn’t look up the link?” The big hunter ran his hands through his hair. “Oh my god… Tell me you at least did some research on how to get through your first heat.”
“What the hell?” The searing pain in his hand and arm—not to mention the persistent ache of his needy cock—made Dean short-tempered. “Bitch, I’m not a bitch. I’m not in heat.”
“Oh, you so are.” Sam’s golden eyes raked over his body, making Dean’s face flush at the naked desire in the werewolf’s gaze. “That ring you put on? It’s put you into heat.”   He prowled across the room, running a hand through his hair again, letting out a little involuntary whimper of distress that chilled Dean to his core. “Oh my god, Dean, this is bad.”
His cock sprang erect as the werewolf paced. Dean couldn’t take his eyes off the ripple of muscles where the shoulders of Sam’s plaid shirt stretched taut, the tight contours of his faded denim jeans molded to his ass. He shook his head, denying the attraction. This was his brother, for god’s sake! But then Sam turned, showing those inhuman eyes, and Dean’s cock gave a restless twitch. This Sam was definitely not his brother.
“All right,” he said firmly, coming to a decision. Dean reached for his jacket where it hung on the back of a chair and pulled out his knife. “This ring is coming off, one way or another.” He braced himself, placing the sharp blade against the base of his finger.
“No!” Sam launched himself across the room, grabbing Dean’s arms. “You can’t! Silver is poison to our kind,” he reminded him. “You get even a trace of silver in the cut, you could lose your whole hand. Besides, it’s too late, even if we could get your finger amputated safely.”
Dean winced at the pain from Sam’s fingers digging into his forearm. He dropped the knife onto the seat of the chair and put his hand on Sam’s chest, forcefully pushing the taller man away. He didn’t like that heated look in the man’s eyes or the way his own body reacted to Sam’s proximity.
“So what’s going to happen?” he demanded, though the squirm of fear in his belly hinted that he already knew the answer.
“You’re in heat.” Sam stepped back in, too close for comfort as he loomed over Dean. “A cursed heat, thanks to that damned ring. You don’t mate, and soon... You die. Horribly.” He shook his head, an oddly canine gesture, as if trying to clear it. “I’m amazed you aren’t screaming in agony already, actually.”
Dean shrugged. “It hurts like a bitch.”
“Let’s take care of that.” Sam’s voice was husky as he reached for Dean’s shirt, easing it down off his shoulders.
“Whoa!” He reeled back, pushing Sam’s hands away. “Can’t we just call me up a hooker or something?”
The werewolf’s laugh was tinged with hysteria. “Oh, you poor bastard. Maybe if you’d known enough to stay away from me once you put that ring on you could have found a mate of your own choosing.” He loomed in again, as if Dean was a magnet and Sam couldn’t resist his pull. His eyes glowed. “But that trap wasn’t meant for you so much as it was for me,” he growled. He grabbed Dean’s shirt in both hands and ripped it off his body.
“Back off,” Dean barked, scooping up the knife and brandishing it at the half-crazed werewolf. “Don’t make me hurt you, Sam—”
Sam batted the knife out of reach with negligent grace. “Don’t make me hurt you, Dean. In fact, here, let me help you…” Dean stood frozen as Sam lifted his wounded hand tenderly and slipped his finger into the second loop of the cursed ring. They stood for a long moment, palm pressed against palm, and the agony receded to a faint, dull ache. The two coils of the ring detached and Sam dropped his hand to Dean’s crotch and started working the buttons of his fly open.
“Whoa,” he yelped again, knocking the chair over as he struggled to back away, but Sam’s big hands gripped both sides of his half-opened fly and tore, shredding the worn denim like paper. “This is going to happen,” he husked, leaning in to nuzzle against Dean’s neck, his lips brushing against the fading bite marks.
Dean scrambled back again, tripping as the torn remnants of his jeans tangled around his boots. “Come on, Sam, fight it,” he pleaded. “Control yourself. You don’t want to do this.”
“Oh, but I do.” Sam backed off, but only to strip his shirt off over his shoulders. He barked out a laugh as he toed off his boots and fumbled open the fly of his own jeans. “And you do, too. Just look at you,” Sam breathed, his voice warm with approval. His eyes raked over Dean’s erection poking out of the fly of his boxers.
“Oh, hell no,” Dean denied the obvious, trying to pull his shredded jeans back up to cover himself, but having to give it up as hopeless. He struggled out of his boots so he could kick away the tangle of denim. “I’m telling you, you pervert, back off before I shoot you.” He retreated to the far side of the room.
“Yeah? But your gun’s back there in your pants.” Sam stalked toward him, gloriously naked now, reminding Dean all too much of a predator stalking its prey. For a moment he saw regret flicker in those golden eyes. “I’m sorry, man. This isn’t what I would have chosen for either of us,” he murmured, but then the moment had passed and Sam pounced, bowling Dean onto the nearest bed and tearing away his t-shirt and boxers.
Dean fought hard, but this universe’s Sam was a werewolf, with all the superhuman strength that entailed, and Dean was still mostly human, still weeks away from his transformation. After a brief struggle he found himself on his knees on the mattress with Sam’s cock bumping insistently against his ass cheeks. “Sam, no,” he pleaded, hating himself for the whimper of fear in his voice but unable to stop it from slipping out.
Sam worked a knee between his legs, widening Dean’s stance and spreading his ass. One big hand gripped his hip, holding him in place while the other lined his cock up snug against the crack of Dean’s virgin ass. For a long, drawn-out moment the bigger man rutted against him, his cock sliding between Dean’s ass cheeks, slicking them with pre-cum, and Dean dared to hope that Sam was too far gone in his lust to do anything more.

Dean yelped again as he felt that big cock line up with his tight, virgin hole. No such luck. Sam gripped both his hips tight, rocking his pelvis against Dean’s ass, growling low in his throat as he moved slowly, almost gently against him. Dean felt a lump forming in his throat, tears of shame gathering behind his eyelids as Sam humped him like a dog and his own cock stiffened even more in response, arching against his belly. He felt something warm and wet probing at his ass and realized dimly that Sam was doing his best to hold back, making a clumsy effort to prep him, barely pressing the tip of his cock against him as it leaked thick, clear strands of pre-cum.
Sam nuzzled at his shoulder again, murmuring something that might have been endearment or apology before sinking his fangs into Dean's partially-healed bite wounds and slamming his cock into Dean’s ass at the same instant.
“Son of a bitch!” Dean growled out a protest, oddly grateful for the pain in his shoulder that momentarily distracted from the pain elsewhere. Werewolf, vampire, rugaru… In Dean’s long hunting career he’d been bitten dozens of times. He could take a bite like a champ, but then Sam thrust deeper into his ass and he screamed at the red-hot agony tearing him in two.
Dean fought against the relentless hammering of Sam’s cock, desperately trying to scramble away across the mattress, to land a punch, to get a grip somewhere on the bigger man’s body that would hurt him and make him stop, but nothing worked. Sam’s fingers dug into his hips, dragging him back onto his thick, rock-hard cock as he drove it deeper and deeper still into Dean’s virgin ass. Dean screamed and howled, giving vent to his hurt and shame as tears streamed down his face.
Sam finally stopped after what felt like hours, hauling Dean upright to lean against his broad chest as they knelt, bodies melded together. Sam splayed one hand over Dean’s tight belly, pressing him back against him, his other hand, the one with the cursed silver ring, still gripping his hip possessively. He leaned forward, his hair falling over the side of Dean’s face, and nuzzled against his neck. Dean felt the rough rasp of stubble against the raw, torn flesh of his shoulder, followed by a wet, oddly soothing caress, and realized Sam was lapping at the fresh bite he’d inflicted.
He wanted to jerk away from the animalistic caress, to slap Sam’s hands off his body, but his ass felt like it had been ripped in two and Dean couldn’t muster up the strength to fight any more. His thighs trembled, muscles weak with reaction. Sam’s cock was buried so deep inside him, Dean was sure if he looked down he’d see the outline of the head of it poking out of his belly. He leaned back against his not-brother—and thank whatever absent god or fallen angel this universe possessed that this Sam was not his brother—and tried to hold himself as still as possible.

Sam murmured something incoherent that sounded deeply satisfied and Dean felt fresh tears roll down his face as the werewolf started to move inside him again. “No,” Dean whispered, but his cock arched against his belly, twitching and aching with need, and somewhere deep inside him, past the humiliation and the pain, he felt himself submit.
- 2
- 3
- 4
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Bite