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Lust for Revenge	By : FireSage Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 13182 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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            Come on! Pick up the phone, pick up the phone! “Hello,”

            “Bobby! It’s Dean.” The eldest Winchester had to repress the sigh of relief that passed through him. Thankful that Bobby had picked up on the first try.

            “Yeah Dean, I got that from the caller ID. So what do I owe the honor?” The older man drawled through the phone.

            “We need your help.” Dean said, stopping his pacing on the aged carpet to sit on the edge of the bed.

            “I figured as much. ‘Bout the only time either one of you ever calls,” the tiniest bit of a disgruntled tone laced Bobby’s voice. Dean made a mental note to call him more often, just to see how he was doing. “Whatca boys need?”

            “We got a serious problem Bobby. Last night we ran into an old friend. Lust somehow dragged her ass out of hell.”

            “What?!” The clatter of something being dropped on the floored echoing through the line, “You mean the Lust? Seven deadly sins Lust?!” Bobby asked in exasperation.

            “The one and the same, and hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. She did somethin’ to us Bobby. We can stop…doin’ stuff.” Dean explained, feeling impossibly awkward talking to the man that held the position of father figure in his life.

            “Aw goddamn it boys! How the hell did you let her get so close to you?!” The older man chastised.

            “I know, I know.” Dean moaned as he rubbed his face in emotional fatigue, “I screwed up Bobby. But look now we’re like this and it’s practically impossible to STOP-!” Dean jumped as a set of teeth started nibbling at the back of his neck gently.

            “What the hell was that?” Bobby asked and Dean could practically hear the eyebrow arch at the unmanly inflection his voice just took.

            “Nothing! A…A spider fell off the ceiling on my leg. Stupid motels need to spray for pest more.” Dean flinched away from the crouched man behind him and swatted at Sam as he tried to tease his neck again. He turned partially around and pointed a finger at him, giving him a serious look that one would give children, to silently telling him ‘No!’

            Sam looked down at his knees, the hint of a possible pout on his lips, as Dean turned back around. He had missed part of what Bobby had been saying, but was sure it was something about him being a girl or having girl parts for being afraid of a little bug. He focused back in on the important part.

            “…sounds like she cursed you like the others did when they were free. Sloth with that family, Envy with that girl, Gluttony with Isaac, God rest his soul.”

            “So how do we fix this Bobby?” Dean questioned. The bed shifted gently behind him and Dean felt a warm body pressed against his back. He should have probably jerked away again, pushed Sam away, but it felt…nice. Not like the erotic “nice” that he had been feeling whenever Sam touched him recently, but good, comforting almost. Which was why, he told himself, that he didn’t push Sam away when he wrapped his arms around his midsection, or when he nuzzled against his neck, or when Dean felt him press soft kisses on his neck.

            “Boy is you listenin’?!” Dean snapped out of his dazed stupor as Bobby’s voice rang out through the receiver.

            “Sorry Bobby, whatca say?” Dean asked repressing a breathy sigh half way through its escape as tiny licks and soft bites joined the delicate kisses on his neck.

            “Well you think you might want to take the time to listen to me considerin’ the situation?” Bobby said, a little miffed over being ignored. “I said the only way I can think of to get rid of this is to exorcise Lust and send her back to hell. That girl near Lincoln who beat that other woman to death for those shoes turned back to normal after Envy was gone.”

            Dean just hummed in understanding, not trusting himself to not moan if he opened his mouth. The kisses we’re getting more aggressive, straying from nice and sweet to erotic and tempting very quickly. He gasped quietly and had to bite his lip hard when Sam found a particularly sensitive spot behind his ear. “Aw goddamnit Sam, not there! Can you please just go somewhere else?!” Dean said in a whispered hissed back at his brother, one hand over the receiver to keep Bobby from hearing. It was getting harder and harder not to hang up the phone and fuck his little brother senseless. Goddamnit! It was already fucking hard to not do that “normally” now. Sam didn’t need to add to it!

            Dean sighed in relief when Sam did as he was told. If he had seen the smirk that graced the man’s face he wouldn’t have felt so relieved.

            The older Winchester flopped back onto the bed now that there wasn’t a body behind him. Covering his eyes to block out all visual distraction Dean focused completely on the phone in his hand as Bobby put him on hold to go look up something real quick that could be of use. He tried to count backwards from ten, then twenty, then one hundred in an attempt to dissipate the lingering warmth and feeling of his Sammy being pressed against his back and lavishing him with soft affectionate kisses. Had Dean been thinking properly he probably should have realized that he shouldn’t let his guard down so quickly.

            By the time he realized his mistake it was too late.

            People often disregarded Sam’s stealthiness. It was often assumed that the younger Winchester was too large and lanky to be stealthy. Dean was being reminded rather suddenly that that was definitely not the case. Because one minute he almost forgot that Sammy was even in the room and the next the younger man suddenly appeared between his knees and was mouthing his clothed crotch.

            Dean thanked God that Bobby had put the phone down. It would have been really awkward if he had moaned right into the louder man’s ear through the phone. Loudly. He couldn’t stop it though, the shock of warm, moist breath filtering through the fabric of his jeans had taken him by surprise and he didn’t have time to react. A hot agile tongue pets his cock through the rough denim, creating this odd friction between cool roughness and scorching soft. It was driving Dean crazy. He was literally going mad. At least that’s what he told himself when he didn’t stop Sam, but moved his hips up slightly against that hot mouth in silent encouragement to do more. His Sammy, always being a clever one, took the hint. With nimble finger Sam undid the fly of his jeans and pulled them down just far enough to expose the black fabric of his boxer briefs, stretched tight over his hard cock. Those large fingers reached into the slit in the front and pulled it free. Dean moaned a breathy, “Uh…Sam….” when it bobbed free and Sam smirked up at him in some sort of gentle way. “Shh….you’re still on the phone.” Sam whispered, the hot air from the hushing sound and words making Dean and his dick squirm. With Sam’s hands on his hips and his jeans still on immobilizing his legs it was all Dean could really do. Touché Sammy, touché.

            It feels good. Really good. Better than how it normally feels to have his dick sucked. Sammy’s really good. Dean thinks to himself behind closed eyes and soft moans, and he’s pretty sure it’s not just the spell talking. His little brother knows just when to suck, when to pull back, and when to take him all the way in. This surprises Dean the most because he’s not a small guy by any means and some girls who have been sucking cock for years have had trouble taking him all the way in. It always a rare treat for him when he finds someone who can do it, but something about Sam, his Sammy, doing it makes it extra special. It’s a thought that makes Dean jerk in disgust a little. He shouldn’t think these things about Sam. He shouldn’t think words like special, good, amazing, and love this when Sam’s doing this. It’s bad enough that they can’t stop…doing stuff like this. He shouldn’t enjoy it so damn much, shouldn’t make it so personal.

            Just as Dean is about to get completely lost in the heat and feelings the whole experience brings, Bobby’s voice is back in his ear. “Alright, I think I found somethin’ that can help. It’s a locator spell, might help you track Lust down. I’m pretty sure you can just follow the trail of lust crazed psychos though, no offense Dean.”

            Dean hummed in understanding through a clenched jaw, surprised it didn’t break from the strain. He was terrified that if he opened his mouth filthy words of encouragement would spill out of his mouth, or worse, he’d just moan like a whore from through the phone. Dean was so focused on trying to make this conversation less awkward that he almost missed Bobby’s sigh on the other end.

            “Dean are you with some girl while you talkin’ on the phone with me?” Dean quirked a brow, looked down the length of his body, and gave an awkward shrug at the question.

            “N-No, nuh-uh, no way,” Dean groaned little at how stupid that sounded, but goddamnit it was hard to think when so were getting your dick sucked! Let alone when you were getting you’re dick sucked by an amazing mouth of a person who at this current place in time you had an agonizing need to fuck almost constantly! Dean was lucky to still be breathing properly at this current moment, never mind string a moderately coherent sentence.

            “Whatever Dean, I honestly don’t want to know. If you boys can figure out a way to get through this without killin’ yourselves or knockin’ some poor girl up, more power to ya. Just…try to be careful and at least try to fight this thing.” Bobby warned.

            “We’ve been tryin’ Bobby.” Dean almost swallowed his tongue as Sam took him deep in the back of his throat again. Almost bit through his hand in an attempt to keep quiet.

            “Well you think you could try a little harder. I’ll call you if I find anything else that could be of use. You boys take care of yourselves.”

            “Yeah Bobby, o-ok.” Dean was pretty sure he heard a muttered ‘idgit’ on the other line before a quiet click sounded signaling that Bobby had hung up. “Holy fucking shit!” Dean screamed practically at the top of his lungs, back and hips arching off the bed as he came hot down Sammy’s throat. To the younger man’s credit he only choked up a little. And when his brother was finally done, he sat back, rubbed his numb lips with the back of his hand to try and get some feeling back in them, and looked at Dean kind of in that way he did when he was about to ask them ‘where are we going next?’

            “New rule,” Dean said, voice still stuttered with pants as he tried to regain the breath Sam had taken way, and lifted a tired hand with his index finger raised. “If we’re going have to stick together through this, you can’t do that when I’m on the phone.”

            “You didn’t seem to have a problem with it 30 seconds ago.” Sam mocked and Dean tilted his head off the mattress to glare at him.

            “I mean it Sam! That’s not cool! This is already bad enough! We don’t need people finding out about…this!” Dean chastised.

            “I know, but….” Sam cut himself off and did one of his best kicked puppy looks, “I’m sorry.”

            Dean sighed and sat up. He cupped the side of Sam’s face and turned him to look up at him from where he still sat between his knees looking dejected. “Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell at you. It’s just….still is weird Sam. Even for us. If people found out they…they wouldn’t understand.” Dean said gently. “It’s not like anyone would believe us if we told them the demon of Lust put some kind of spell on us to make us do this, right?” He added, trying to make it sound more like a jest, the previous words sounding far too real and close to something he didn’t want to say. The word personal comes to mind again.

            Sam nods. “I know Dean. I…I’ll try harder.” He says, reverting back to back to his seven year old self when Dean had first started to train him to protect himself. Dean had never been as proud as when he saw that Sammy was finally getting it and one day, thanks to him, Sammy would be able to come along with him and Dad. But that didn’t matter, because he would always protect Sam. They would fight evil together as a family. Just the three of them. And they’d be happy.

            Humph, stupid kid dreams. Dean thought as stood from the bed, shifting passed Sam who still sat on his knees, fixing his pants back. “Come on Sam, let’s pack it up. We’re wasting daylight.” He said in a harsh authoritative tone, angry at the situation all over again. Dreams were for suckers anyway.

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