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Francis Marion National Forrest-11PM
Sam could hear
the rumbling of the Impala as Dean neared his location and smiled tenderly to
himself when he heard the engine go silent. He was grateful that Dean was alive
and despite the bruise on the back of his head, and the near disaster at the VA
Hospital, Sam thought that the day had gone pretty well. There were two dead
vamps, their father was safe, and most importantly he had semi-sex with Dean
just two hours earlier. Part of Sam wanted to grab hold of his suicidal brother
and hug him and kiss him until he begged to be released, while another part of
him wanted to beat the living shit out of Dean for his stupidity and punish him
until he couldn’t sit down. What worried Sam was that he didn’t know which he
preferred; loving and tenderness or cruelty and violence.
“Sammy, how’s
your head?” Dean asked as he walked though the forest towards his brother.
I’ll survive,”
Sam simply replied looking Dean up and down noting the dark bruise on his cheek
and the absence of Dean’s jacket. “I see he managed to get a cheap shot in
before you took him down.”
Dean rubbed at
his sore jaw, “Yeah he did, but it’ll be the last time he gets to hit me.”
Sam wanted
nothing more than to grab Dean, slam him up against the nearest tree, and fuck him
until he couldn’t walk straight, but he swallowed down his desires for the time
being. “I’m really pissed at you right now.”
Dean strolled
towards Sam smirking, “Of course you are Emo, but as you can see I’m fine.”
Usually Sam loved
Dean’s ability to be cocky regardless of the situation, but at the moment, his
brother’s over confidence pissed him off to no end, “He could have killed you
Dean or even worse.”
“I know,” Dean
argued. “But he didn’t. He’s dead, Dmitry’s dead, and now all we have to do is
figure out a way to make Alexei think that they’re both alive long enough until
one of us can kill him too.”
Sam shook his
head in confusion, “Come again.”
Dean walked over
towards the fire that barely burned looking down at the mostly ashen remains of
Dmitry, “Apparently, Alexei is looking for his wayward boys, and he asked Dad
to get a hold of me to see if I knew where they were.”
“And when did you
find this out?” Sam asked clenching his fist in frustration.
“Of course, I
think it’s a bit odd that Alexei could hunt down Dad so easily; yet he can’t
hunt down his own family,” Dean added ignoring Sam’s question. “And I honestly
don’t have a clue how we’re going to pull this off with only Dmitry’s ashes and
Christian’s rotting corpse to play with, but somehow we’re going to get Dad
back, kill that mother fucking vamp, and finally get on with our lives.”
Dean,” Sam
interrupted trying to quiet his older brother down. “We’ll figure something
out; just calm down.”
“How the hell did
he find Dad?” Dean asked ignoring Sam’s plea. “How are we going to pull this
off?”
Sam walked over
towards the fire, and placed his hands on Dean’s shoulders feeling his anger
being replaced with compassion, “Dean, we always figure something out and this
isn’t any different.” Sam couldn’t resist placing his mouth at Dean’s ear and
placing his chest up against Dean’s back, “We’ll get Dad back and eventually
forget all of this shit ever happened.”
Dean felt himself
involuntarily tense when he felt his brother’s sinewy body pressed against his
own, “I can’t forget everything Sam.”
Sam wished he
could ignore Dean’s tense body but he couldn’t, and he felt his shoulders droop
in disappointment, “Dean, please tell me you’ll forget the games Christian
played with us. Please tell me that you will give me a chance to show you how
much I love you and need you.”
Dean wanted to
pull away from Sam but he felt his brother’s fingers gripping his shoulders
tightly, “Sam, even now, part of you wants to hurt me and control me…you can’t
deny that.”
“Maybe,” Sam
began resting his face up against Dean’s soft hair. “But a part of you wants
that too. Christian awoken something inside the both of us, but it doesn’t
change how I feel about you.”
Dean could feel
Sam’s hands relaxing on his shoulders and closed his eyes briefly, “I don’t
know what I want from you or anyone else for that matter. I just know that I
wish the last six months had never happened.”
Part of Sam was
hurt by Dean’s honesty but another part of him was pissed, “So, you wish that
tonight hadn’t happened, don’t you?”
Dean pulled away
from Sam’s grasp, “Yeah, I suppose I wish that bitch hadn’t attacked me in Charleston and shredded my favorite jacket.”
“This is so
fucking like you,” Sam sneered. “You know I was talking about what happened
between you and me right here just two hours ago.”
Dean kept his
back towards Sam, “You mean that part where I let you jerk me off and moaned
your name?”
“Yeah, that’d be
the one,” Sam hissed. “Please tell me it wasn’t part of your plan to ditch me
Dean. Please tell me that you didn’t do it just so I would lower my guard
against you.”
“Sammy,” Dean
smiled looking over his shoulder towards his brother. “Do you really think I
would do something like that, make out with you, give you something you’ve been
begging for, only to knock you out and leave you all alone with a dead vamp?”
“I wish I could
say you wouldn’t do that,” Sam leered at Dean. “But you are a slut after all
and you know how to use what you got to keep a guy off his toes.”
Dean turned around
and faced off against Sam, “Fine, I did do it for a reason, but it wasn’t to
hurt you or to use you Sam.”
Sam’s jaw
involuntarily clenched at Dean’s confession, “Then why did you do it Dean? Why
let me have that little taste of you?”
“Because you too-tall
dumb ass, I thought that I wouldn’t see you again, and I wanted to give you
something incase I died or was turned.”
“So you felt
sorry for me,” Sam glared. “You felt pity for my sorry ass and…”
“Shut up Sam,”
Dean yelled. “I did it because I wanted it too!”
“You did?” Sam’s
brows arched in disbelief. “You let me touch you because you wanted it?”
“Yes,” Dean
softly smiled. “I’ve tried to deny how you make me feel, but I can’t ignore it
anymore.”
Sam placed his hands
on Dean’s arms and rubbed them affectionately trying to ignore the fact that
once again Dean tensed at his intimate gesture. “Then why do you tense when I
get close? How come you make me feel like you don’t want me near?”
Dean tried to
relax and allowed Sam to rub his hands up and down his arms, “Because…part of
me is scared of you Sam.”
“You don’t have
to be afraid of me Dean,” Sam cautioned. “I wouldn’t hurt you.”
“That’s a lie and
we both know it,” Dean honestly stated. “You were thinking about me hurting me
just now, weren’t you?”
“I don’t know
what you’re talking about Dean.”
“Five minutes
ago, when you first saw me walk through that forest, what were you thinking?”
Dean asked noticing that Sam’s hands were now gripping his arms rather than rubbing
them gently. “You wanted to hit me, didn’t you? Punish me for hurting you?”
Sam took in a
deep breath afraid that Dean knew him all too well, “I was pissed at you, and I
suppose a part of me wanted to hurt you.”
“See,” Dean
smiled sadly. “That’s why a part of me is afraid of you. Six months ago, I
would have laughed at you, kicked your ass, and called you Francis if you ever
tried to hurt me, but now…part of me thinks that I deserve it for fucking up so
bad with Christian.”
Sam let Dean’s
arms go and turned around to look out into the forest, “Dean, you don’t deserve
to be treated that way and six months ago I would have rather have cut off my
own hand rather than hit you, but now I’m not so sure I can stop myself.”
Concern flashed
across Dean’s face but he quickly pushed it aside, “Of course you can control
it. You didn’t hit me five minutes ago even through every fiber in your body
wanted to.”
“You’re right,”
Sam began turning back towards Dean. “I wanted nothing more than to hit you,
throw you up against a tree, and fuck you till you bled, but I didn’t do it,
did I?”
Dean took a step
back away from his brother involuntarily, “That’s because you’re strong and can
resist the temptation.”
Sam stepped
towards his brother menacingly, “You see Dean, that’s just it. When you say
shit like ‘I deserve it’ it makes it really difficult to control the urge.”
Dean knew that he
could beat his brother if he had to, hell he had killed two master vamps tonight,
but a part of him wanted Sam to punish him and to hurt him; at least then he
would know that his brother loved him. “Sam, we can deal with this later. We
need to be thinking about Dad and Alexei.”
Sam lunged out
and grabbed Dean by the arm yanking his brother forward, “Fuck Dad and that
vampire. I want to deal with us now!”
Dean tripped and
fell into Sam’s waiting arms, “Sam, Dad could be dead in the next couple of
days.”
“Always finding
an excuse not to deal with us, aren’t you Dean?” Sam cruelly laughed holding
onto Dean tightly. “Too afraid to face your monsters; always wanting to think
about something else, aren’t you?”
Dean struggled in
Sam’s grasp but nearly enough as he should have. He knew that Sam was right; he
was afraid to face his inner monsters, the monsters who wanted to be controlled
by Sam. “Sammy, please don’t force this issue. Once you go there we’ll never be
the same.”
“That’s what I’m
counting on Dean,” Sam laughed before placing a hard kiss on Dean’s mouth. He
held Dean by the waist with one hand and grabbed the back of Dean’s neck with
the other, “We both want it like this Dean. We can blame Christian all we want,
but deep down, you’ve always wanted someone to take control.” Once again he
kissed Dean attempting to force his tongue inside Dean’s mouth but to no avail,
“Come on Dean, face the music babe, you’re always in control in real life, but
we both know you want me to take that control away and take what I want in the
process.”
Dean kicked at
Sam’s legs and attempted to push him away with outstretched arms. “It’s not
right Sammy. It’s not right to want this.”
Sam could see the
tears in Dean’s eyes and knew that he had to keep pushing until Dean’s walls
completely shattered, “It doesn’t matter if it’s right Dean. What matters is
that we both want it.”
“I never wanted
it before Christian,” Dean insisted. “I’m too screwed up in the head to know
what I really want.”
“That’s it Dean,
“Sam chuckled releasing Dean’s neck and placing his arm underneath one of
Dean’s legs lifting him off the ground. “Just keep telling yourself that.” Sam
walked Dean backwards into a tree and held his older brother in place, “I’m
going to take what I’ve wanted for years, and you’re going to let me.”
“No Sammy,” Dean
adamantly protested as his back was held up against the hard tree ashamed that
he let Sam make him cry like a little girl. “Please don’t do this to me. You’re
better than Christian. I know you are.”
“And you want to
know why you’re going to let me fuck you without a fight?” Sam asked nibbling
on Dean’s ear. “It’s because you know I love you.”
Dean’s body
shuddered at Sam’s confession and he stopped struggling against Sam’s vice-like
grasp, “This is so fucked up Sam.”
“Do you expect
anything less?” Sam asked kissing the side of Dean’s neck. “We are Winchesters
after all.”
Dean placed his
arms around Sam’s neck and wrapped his legs around Sam’s waist, “Dad’s going to
freak when he finds out about this.”
“He’ll deal with it,
“Sam softly laughed against Dean’s neck. “Tell me you want this Dean…tell me
you want to lose control.”
Dean thought of
all the pain and death he had caused in just a few hours, all the torment he
had put Sam through the last few weeks, and couldn’t find the energy to resist
Sam. “Make me lose control Sam.” Dean took the initiative and kissed Sam hard
thrusting his tongue inside Sam’s hot mouth, He moaned when he felt Sam’s hands
move to his ass, “Make me yours…make me want you.”
Sam squeezed
Dean’s ass possessively grinding their throbbing cocks together through their
jeans, “You sure you want this Dean?”
“Yes,” Dean
whispered as he pressed his lips against Sam’s once again craving the touch of
his brother’s fiery tongue on his own.
“I’m not going to
be nice,” Sam spoke into Dean’s mouth. “I’m going to say some harsh things so
you’ll realize who’s in charge.”
“Anything you
want Sam,” Dean reassured his brothers. “Just please fill this hole I have
inside.”
“I’m going to
fill every hole you got,” Sam snickered into Dean’s mouth playfully. He
manhandled Dean carrying him towards the Impala never letting Dean’s mouth
leave his lips or his face. “I’m going to fuck you in that precious car of
yours; make her all jealous.”
Dean couldn’t
help but to smile, “You know you have a soft spot for her, why would you want
to hurt her feelings like that?”
“Did I tell you
to talk?” Sam grinned biting at Dean’s lips trying not to trip over the
branches and rocks in is way. “When the hell did you get so heavy?”
“Are you calling
me fat Sam?” Dean glared pulling his mouth away from Sam. “That is one sure
fire way to piss me off for good!”
“PMS much,” Sam
snickered holding on tighter to Dean when he began struggling like a fucking
hurt girl. “Are you feeling bloated and not attractive?”
“Fuck you Sam
Winchester!” Dean pouted. “I have you know that I always feel attractive, and
we both know, that I make you hot no matter how fat I get.”
“You know I’m
kidding with you baby,” Sam smiled as he made his way towards the car still
holding onto Dean. “You’re just hard to carry like this through the woods and
all.”
“I never said you
had to carry me Sam,” Dean argued. “I could have walked to the car on my own.”
“Nope, now that I
have you in my arms, I’m not going to let you go,” Sam argued. “Besides, I know
how much it turns you on being carried in my buff arms.”
Dean rolled his
eyes, “God yes, it makes me so hot when you surround me with your almost
Tarzan-like muscles; making me feel like Jane.”
“Keep talking to
me like that and you’ll be walking all bow-legged like Jane for a week,” Sam
joked warmly as he caught sight of the car. “I’ll tie you up with jungle vines
and use your slutty little hole until you beg for mercy.” Dean was ashamed that
the image of being tied and used by Sam’s cock over and over again made him
twitch in excitement and he couldn’t help the embarrassing moan that came out
of his treacherous mouth. “I knew you’d like that,” Sam teased squeezing Dean’s
ass once again before letting his brother’s body slip from his grasp to land on
the ground.
Dean stood by Sam
watching as his brother stared at Christian’s body in the backseat, “There he
is…your arch-nemesis.”
Sam stared at the
pale vampire in satisfaction, “It’s only fitting that he watches us do it
willingly for the first time, don’t you think?”
Dean watched as
Sam opened the back door and pulled out Christian’s cold dead body, “What are
you doing?”
“I thought you’d
be more comfortable in the backseat rather than the front seat,” Sam replied
dropping the dead weight onto the forest floor.”
“I don’t
understand why we just didn’t stay back with Dmitry,” Dean questioned. “Why
come here?”
Sam opened the
front door and looked at Dean, “I told you I was going to fuck you in the car,
what part of that didn’t you understand?”
Dean was taken
back by Sam’s abrasiveness but he knew it was part of the taking control game
they were playing, “What are you doing with Christian?”
Sam shoved
Christian’s body into the front seat placing his back against the dash and
folding his legs so that they fit into the seat, “Putting him in a good
position so he can see me claiming you.”
“What the fuck
are you talking about?” Dean asked in disbelief.
“Imagine how
pissed he’s going to be when he sees me fucking you without his influence,” Sam
grinned opening Christian’s eyes before closing the front door. “Don’t want you
to miss any of the show Christian.”
“Are you out of
your fucking mind?” Dean asked. “I’m not letting you fuck me with a dead
vampire watching.”
“Why not, it’s
not like he hasn’t watched before,” Sam replied grabbing Dean’s elbow and
guiding him into the backseat. “Now, stop arguing with me and get in the car.”
Dean reluctantly sat
down into the leather seat looking at the vampire whose lifeless eyes stared
back at him, “I can’t do this Sam. This is too fucked up even for me.”
Sam slid into the
backseat and turned to his side facing Dean, “Are we going to have to go
through this again? You said you wanted to be out of control…don’t let him
change your mind.”
Dean shuddered as
Sam’s warm hand squeezed his thigh, but he couldn’t stop looking at the vampire
who had killed just an hour earlier, “Sam, please don’t make me do this here;
not with him looking on.”
Sam ignored
Dean’s pleas and began pushing himself onto Dean pulling Dean’s legs out until
his brother was on his back on the leather seat, “It’s okay if you feel dirty
with him watching us. It makes me all hot when you feel nasty inside.”
Dean wanted to
stop Sam but he couldn’t deny that having the dead vampire watching made him
feel filthy and slutty, “You know if he figures out a way to come back to life
he’ll make you pay for this.”
Sam pushed Dean’s
T-shirt over his nipples and licked his lips, “It’ll be worth it…being inside
you; fucking you raw…it’ll make any death he could give me well worth it.”
Dean clutched at
Sam’s neck as his larger brother settled in between his wanton thighs, “This is
what you want?”
“This is what
I’ve always wanted,” Sam hoarsely whispered as he licked Dean’s lips. “You on
your back with your legs spread opened…begging for my cock.”
“Are you sure
you’re not dreaming again Sammy?” Dean asked as he arched his neck off the seat
allowing Sam access.
Sam’s mammoth
hands roamed over Dean’s willing body mapping every detail; every freckle,
every inch of golden skin, “This is real Dean. I’m going to make you mine, and
no one else will ever be able to take you away from me.” Sam nibbled and licked
on Dean’s neck enjoying the wantonness of his brother, “Tell me you want this
Dean.”
Dean toed off his
boots and reached for his own belt buckle pulling the buckle through the loops,
“I want you Sammy. I want you inside me…make me yours.”
Sam kissed Dean
frantically feeling his own cock threatening to explode in his pants, “Do you
have any idea how long I’ve waited to hear that?”
Dean unzipped his
pants grabbing at his own hard shaft, “Are you going to fuck me or talk my ears
off?”
Sam grabbed
Dean’s hand, placed it above Dean’s head, and looked intently into his
brother’s eyes, “I’m in control here, do you remember? I know you’re a slut by
nature, always wanting to get fucked, but I call the shots here.”
“Whatever you got
to tell yourself Sammy,” Dean smirked arching off the seat rubbing his erection
against Sam’s stomach. “”I’m a nasty horny slut who wants your cock so
bad…can’t wait to feel you sliding in and out of me, filling me with your big
dick.”
Sam rubbed his
eyes wearily, “Maybe I am dreaming. You said my dick was big and that only
happens in dreams.”
Dean wrapped his
legs around Sam pressing his heels into Sam’s back trying to pull Sam closer,
“It is big Sam…huge actually.”
“Oh yeah,” Sam
asked pushing Dean’s pants down over his narrow hips. “Huge?” Sam teased as he
stepped out of the car, pulled Dean’s jeans and boxers off, and slid back on
top of his naked brother’s body. He yanked Dean’s T-shirt over his head and
began licking at the soft skin on Dean’s collar bone, “You want it baby? Want
my fat cock inside your sweet tight hole?”
Dean felt exposed
with his fully clothed brother on top of his bare flesh, but he felt on fire,
filled with excitement each time Sam licked him or made a crude comment. “You
got it throbbing for you Sam…touch it, please.”
Sam gladly ran
his hand down Dean’s stomach, across his leaking dick, and down between his
legs, “Is this what you want slut, want me to finger your cunt?”
Shamelessly, Dean
moaned from Sam’s filthy comment and spread his legs wide placing one leg on
the back dash near the speakers and the other on the front seat near Christian,
“Fuck yeah…finger me Sam.”
Sam’s eyes nearly
rolled into the back of his head from Dean’s request and he took a deep breath
as his hand explored the area between Dean’s legs. Instinctively, his finger
found the tight puckered entrance of Dean’s body and he slowly began circling
the sensitive area with teasing strokes. “This makes you all hot, doesn’t it?
You like it when I touch you like this?”
Dean whimpered as
Sam’s long lean finger ran circles around his throbbing hole, “Stick it inside
me Sam…spit on it and make it wet.”
Sam felt his own
body shudder from Dean’s eagerness, “Good God Dean…you’re killing me here.”
Dean placed one
of his arms underneath his head for support and looked at Sam who was obviously
losing control of the situation, “I thought you were in control Sammy boy? Are
you going to let my filthy mouth pull you off your game?”
Sam sat up on his
knees and placed his finger at his mouth, “That’s sounds like a challenge
bitch…you want to play rough, we can do that.” Sam sucked his finger inside his
mouth looking down at Dean’s eager hole that was twitching in need. He slapped
at it playfully making Dean jump in surprise, “Like that, don’t you?”
Dean watched
closely as Sam’s wet finger disappeared from sight and found its way to his
tight asshole, “Yeah…push it inside me.”
Sam placed the
tip of his finger past the puckered walls inside Dean’s hot tight channel,
“Look how eager you are for me? That’s so fucking hot…want it inside you baby?”
Dean quivered and
arched towards Sam’s finger trying to get more of the large digit inside him,
“Damn you Sam! Stop teasing me!”
Sam sultrily laughed
loving how his brother was coming undone. He pressed the tip of his finger
inside Dean, stretched the tight hole open, and gathered saliva in his mouth
letting it fall slowly into Dean’s ass, “Let’s get you all wet first, okay?”
Sam’s own cock throbbed as he watched his spit gather at Dean’s entryway and
pushed the wet liquid inside Dean’s body, “Umm…it looks so good all wet like
that, can’t wait to feel it wrapped around my cock.”
Dean purred in
pleasure as Sam fully sheathed his finger inside him, “That’s it…open me up
baby.”
Sam looked
absently over at Christian feeling his
prick begging to be let out of his confines, “Thanks for training him so well.”
Dean looked up
and saw that Sam was talking to the dead vamp, “You are seriously twisted little
brother.”
“Can’t help it,
his loss, my gain,” Sam smiled confidently adding another finger to his
preparation. “He did train you well though; teaching you how to beg and plead
like this.”
Dean suddenly
lost interest in the whole situation, “Stop Sam, just let me up.”
Sam’s hand froze
inside Dean’s heat, “Excuse me?”
“You heard me,”
Dean reiterated pulling his legs off the back of the seats and attempting to
pull them back together. “Bragging to a dead vampire while you fuck me open
with your fingers is not a turn on.”
Sam refused to
remove his hand even as Dean’s legs closed up on his hand, “Did I tell you that
you could close your legs bitch?”
“The games over
Sam,” Dean snapped. “You fucked up your chance!”
“I say when the
games over Dean,” Sam hotly replied unzipping his own pants and taking out his
over eager prick. “I always knew you were a cock tease Dean…but you’re not
teasing me and getting away with it.”
Dean watched as
his brother pulled out his swollen shaft and sat up on his elbows, “Sam, this
isn’t you…maybe in a couple of weeks we can try again once all of this is over
with.”
Sam used his
shoulders to push Dean’s legs apart, “So you expect me to get all worked up and
let you go because I weirded you out talking to your dead boyfriend?”
“That’s ex
boyfriend you fucking asshole,” Dean exclaimed through clench teeth. “And it’s
not normal to talk to the dead when you’re getting ready to fuck your brother!”
Sam spat on his dick
and lubed it up with his glistening spit, “Dean, tell me one thing normal about
this whole situation to start with.”
Sam had every
advantage in the position they were in and all Dean could do was watch as Sam
lined up his cock with his barely prepped hole, “You mean what’s normal about a
brother raping another brother?”
Sam snorted,
“Please…this is not rape. Two minutes ago you were begging for it like a
two-dollar whore and now you want to pretend you don’t want it because I talked
to Christian?” Sam continued holding Dean’s legs apart with his broad
shoulders, held Dean shoulders down with his hands, and began pushing slowly
inside his brother’s tight body. “You want to pretend that you don’t want this?
Go ahead, but we both know the truth.”
Dean clenched his
eyes shut tightly as he was breached by his brother’s prick knowing deep down
inside that Sam was right. He did want this and no matter how hard he tried to
pretend it wasn’t true it didn’t make it a difference to his body. He
involuntarily arched his back as Sam slipped past his resisting sphincter
pushing inside his velvety walls and opened his eyes, “Please…Sam.”
Sam looked down
and watched as his cock went inside his brother’s tight heat and nearly lost
control of his body when Dean moaned his name, “Shh, its okay baby…I love you.
I’ll take care of you.”
Despite being
held down, Dean managed to slip his arms around Sam’s back and pulled him
closer inside his warmth, “Don’t go all Emo on me Sam.”
Sam looked down
at Dean and smiled fondly, “Sorry about that Dean. I won’t let it happen
again.” He sat back up on his knees, spread Dean’s legs farther apart with his
hands, and pumped enthusiastically out of Dean’s all to willing hole. “You’d
rather I fuck you like the slut you are, wouldn’t you?”
Dean could handle
being used and abused by men, it was what he knew best, “Yes…fuck me harder!”
One day Sam
wanted to make love to Dean to show his brother that it was possible for two
men to love each other, but he knew that was not what Dean needed at the
moment, “You sure are a moody bitch, aren’t you? One second you’re begging for
it, the next minute you’re clamping your legs shut, and the next minute…”
“I’m begging for
it again,” Dean whispered finishing Sam’s sentence. “Can’t help it…you piss me
off sometimes.”
Sam looked over
again at Christian and winked at the dead vampire as he slid firmly inside his
brother, “Tell me something I didn’t already know.”
Dean saw Sam
looking at Christian and shook his head in disgust, “You’re unbelievable Sam. You’re
finally getting what you wanted from me, and now you can’t even look at me;
you’d rather look at him?”
Sam drew his
attention from the vampire and looked at Dean instead, “Sorry, you’re right…I’d
rather look at you.” Sam’s back was touching the top of the Impala as he nailed
Dean’s ass, sweat was running down his forehead running into his eyes, and he
wiped at the sweat with one hand, “You’re fucking making me so hot…I won’t to
cum inside you so bad Dean. Would you like that?”
Dean could see
Sam’s face covered in sweat even though Sam’s back was blocking out most of the
light from the overhead light bulb, “Yuck, you’re all sweaty.”
Sam couldn’t help
but to laugh and shook his head like a dog causing sweat to shower Dean’s
chest, “Shut up bitch and take it like a man.”
Dean grinned,
wiped at the sweat on his chest, and grabbed his own aching cock and began
stroking it, “You want me to take your fat dick like a man, fill me up with
your hot jizz?”
“Oh fuck yeah,”
Sam moaned as his hips pistoned in and out of Dean unable to hold back his
impending orgasm any longer. “Going to fill you up baby…mark you with my seed.”
Dean smiled ear
to ear at Sam’s corniness but he continued pumping his own swollen erection to
completion, “Cum in my ass Sam…I want to feel you so bad.”
Sam moaned like a
caged animal as he shot his hot load inside Dean’s scorching insides coating
his brother with his essence, “There it is baby…you feel that Dean, feel what
you do to me?”
Dean arched his
back in pleasure as he felt Sam’s sperm squirting inside his ass causing him to
release ropes of thick milky cum onto his own stomach. “That feels so fucking
hot…love that so fucking much.”
Sam practically
collapsed onto Dean and rested his head onto his brother’s sweat and cum coated
chest. He ran his fingers over Dean’s chest feeling the slickness of his
brother’s jizz, “Do you have any idea how hot you are Dean?”
“Are you
seriously asking me that?” Dean laughed. “I’ve been telling you that for
years.”
Sam could feel
his softening penis inside Dean pulsating in need still and he propped himself
up on an elbow looking down at Dean’s smiling face, “Well, I’m here to confirm
that you were right all these years.”
“Of course I
was,” Dean smirked rubbing his hand along Sam’s shoulder. His legs were aching
but he held them in place until Sam was ready to pull out of his body, “You
know Dad is going to freak about this, right?”
Sam leaned down
and kissed Dean gently on the lips, “He’ll get over it.”
Dean pulled his
head away from Sam’s lips, “I told you no Emo Sam. I don’t want you cuddling
and loving up on me.”
Sam looked at
Dean in confusion, “He really did a number on you, didn’t he Dean?”
Dean suddenly
closed his legs and began pushing Sam off, “You think so Sam? You think the
vampire who stalked me, raped me, tortured me, and supposedly loved me for six
months did a number on me?” Dean practically pushed Sam out of the car not
caring that Sam nearly fell on his ass in the process, “You got what you wanted
Sam. I gave you control; don’t ask me to love you too.”
Sam stared at
Dean in undisguised hurt, “You can’t be serious with this shit Dean!”
Dean stepped into
his boxers, “I am Sam so deal with it.”
Sam watched as Dean
got dressed refusing to believe that sex was all Dean wanted from him, “Dean, I
want more than sex from you, don’t you realize that?”
Dean pulled his
shirt over his head in frustration and opened the front door of the Impala
dragging Christian’s heavy dead weight down the path towards Dmitry’s remains.
“Of course I know you want more than sex; I just can’t believe you thought I
did after everything I’ve been through.”
Sam buttoned his
pants back up and made a move to grab Christian’s legs. “Let me help.”
“No!” Dean
snapped. “This is my doing, my responsibility! Back the fuck off!”
Sam watched in
silence as Dean dragged the vampire’s body down the path filled with sadness
and despair. He had finally gotten what he wanted and now everything was wrong;
fucked up to no end. “Why the hell didn’t I see this coming?”
“Can’t say I
didn’t see it coming,” a voice called from the darkness. “That brother of yours
is one fucked up piece of merchandise, but you’re welcomed to him, all I want
is Dmitry back.”
Sam’s gut
clenched when he recognized the red hair and the pale skin in the moonlight. “Sicily.”
“Sam,” the female
vampire smiled coldly. “I would ask why a nice guy like you would come to a
place like this so late at night, but we both know that you’re not such a nice
guy, don’t we?”
Part XLI coming
soon…
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