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Caged	By : Lily1186 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 11418 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Caged

Disclaimer: Nothing related to Supernatural belongs to me. Damn it all to hell...

Pairings: Sam/Dean, yep that means Wincest folks, so if you don�t like it then don�t read it.
Summary: Sam tries to make it up to Dean for hitting him with the pillow.
Author�s Note: I beg for forgiveness and bow my head in shame for taking so long to update this. With finals and all that other crap...no excuses, I should have finished this sooner. I can only hope that this entire thing isn�t complete crap and that people are still reading this. And although I am completely unworthy, I ask that you still review, even if it is to rag on me for taking so long. Alright, on with the story...

Bitching and Moaning

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Dean had to bite back a moan as Sam began to explore every inch of his mouth with a precision that belied the innocence that Dean had always thought of Sam as possessing.
With every stroke Dean�s control began to disappear and soon enough he was pressing himself insistently into Sam�s chest. Unfortunately for him, Sam had other ideas and every time that he pushed Sam would pull away before repeating his slow torture of Dean�s mouth. It didn�t take long for Dean to get fed up.
�Come on Sammy. You said you wanted to finish what you started, so finish it.� Dean was panting slightly and his lips were puffy from Sam�s attention but Sam simply regarded him with a closed expression of lust and pushed on Dean�s shoulders until he was lying flat on the bed.
�Now, now Dean, don�t be so impatient. I promise I will make you so hot that you�ll beg for me, but we are going to do this at my pace, not yours. So sit back and enjoy while I savor every inch of you, all right?�
Dean didn�t bother to bite back his moan this time as his head hit the mattress behind him.
He didn�t even have time to give a proper response before Sam was latching onto his lips again and sucking the air from his lungs. And instead of the slow pace that Sam had been setting before he seemed intent on showing Dean precisely what he meant by �finishing what you start.� Of course Dean wasn�t complaining one bit because all that he could feel was Sam�s chest pushing him into the mattress while his long legs had formed a vice grip on Dean�s outer thighs.
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After a few minutes of bone jarring kisses Sam pulled away and simply stared down at Dean. They were both starting to sweat and the light from the dying lamp illuminated Sam from behind in an almost angelic fashion. Dean�s heart practically stopped at the picture he made.
�God, do you even know how beautiful you are?� As soon as the words left his lips he could feel himself blushing. But he wasn�t the only one. Sam�s face took on a flattering pink color and he ducked his head a little so that his bangs fell into his eyes.
�Shut up Dean you don�t know what you�re talking about.� But even though Sam rejected Dean�s words with a simple brush off he bent down and kissed him for all he was worth. All of his love and passion went into that kiss and Dean couldn�t have been happier.
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Sam�s hands soon found the bottom of Dean�s blue t-shirt and began tugging on it gently. Dean complied by raising himself off the bed by his elbows and giving Sam the space he needed to pull the shirt the rest of the way off of his body.
He shivered a little when the sweat on his chest cooled in the motel room air but quickly found that Sam�s body heat was sufficient enough to warm him back up again. He leaned forward a little more and pulled Sam close enough to whisper in his ear.
�God you make me so hot. No one else but you Sam.� Sam licked his bottom lip subconsciously and rubbed his cheek against Dean�s.
Sam took a moment to compose himself as best he could before he pulled Dean�s earlobe into his mouth and gently tongued it.
�Only you Dean� was his reply before he moved farther south and began sucking on his neck, dispersing his kisses with tiny licks and gentle bites. Dean leaned his head to the side so Sam could have better access and moaned so loud it almost came out as a growl.
All he could get out was a deep �Sam� before he pulled him away and began attacking his mouth with renewed vigor.
The sounds of their pleasure soon grew so loud that Dean was proud of himself for requesting a room away from any other patrons, even if he did get a funny look from the motel receptionist/obvious drug addict.
Sam hissed loudly as Dean practically tore his shirt from his body and began ravaging his nipples.
�Hey, I really liked that shirt� Sam said between pants.
�Then, I�ll buy you a new one� was Dean�s reply between licks. Sam just moaned in response.
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Pretty soon Dean became impatient with Sam�s �my pace� rule and his hands began traveling lower. Somehow he doubted that Sam was really going to mind the fact that he was technically breaking one of Sam�s unspoken rules: Sam was in charge.
Unfortunately, Dean underestimated Sam�s lack of resolve and was therefore a little put off when Sam grabbed his hands and pushed him back into the mattress rather roughly while pinning Dean�s arms above his head.
�You really don�t like to listen do you?�
�I would think that you would have picked up on that by now Sam� Dean�s voice was nothing more than a growl of words but Sam wasn�t intimidated. All he did was smile and slowly start making his way down Dean�s chest while continuing to brace his arms.
�Guess I�m just going to have to punish you for disobeying me then, aren�t I?� Sam was grinning at Dean with the shit-eating grin that Dean usually hated with a passion. And right now wasn�t any different.
�Didn�t I ever teach you not to play with fire Sammy?�
Sam chuckled at him and took a nipple into his mouth. Dean�s hips bucked in response. Once he was done with the left nipple he kissed his way slowly across to the right and began to lick it equally slow. Dean�s panting only seemed to heighten Sam�s pleasure as he began to gently bite Dean�s nipple until it hardened painfully. When Sam was satisfied with those he began to move farther south until he reached Dean�s belly button.
�I�m warning you Sammy, don�t do it unless you plan on finishing this soon.�
�Or what?� Sam was smiling devilishly as he hovered over Dean�s navel and Dean�s eyes lit up with lust.
�Or you�re going to be the one on your back with your hands pinned to the mattress. That�s what.�
�I�ll take my chances.� And with that Sam�s tongue darted out and began torturing Dean�s navel. It wasn�t as easy as he thought it was going to be keeping Dean restrained though because every time his tongue swirled around Dean�s belly button Dean�s hips would fly about an inch off from the bed. Pretty soon Sam was so busy trying to brace the sides of his elbows on Dean�s hips, while keeping Dean�s hands secured, that he lost his grip and found himself staring at the ceiling instead of Dean�s luscious skin.
�I told you Sammy but you just didn�t want to listen.� Dean tsked at him before attacking his mouth until they were both breathless.
Soon enough Sam came to the realization that Dean�s tongue had been wasted all these years on petty insults and should have been put to good use sooner.
�Dean...� Sam was panting and his heart was beating a mile a minute but he still couldn�t bring himself to beg. Dean was always good at reading him though and knew exactly what it was that he didn�t want to say.
�Uh uh Sammy, I�m going to make you beg for it, just like you were going to make me. Guess you�ll remember to listen to me next time won�t you?� Sam moaned helplessly as Dean captured Sam�s hands in one of his own and used the other one the start plucking at Sam�s left nipple.
Sam began making noises that would make a porn star proud though and Dean soon began losing control. Using a kiss as a distraction he wormed his hand between them and started to unbutton Sam�s jeans. But at this point Sam would have gladly burned his pants off if it would help and he began pushing into Dean�s warm hand.
Dean�s hand found the zipper, and with a little maneuvering on both their parts, was able to pull it down without incident. He was honestly surprised to find out that Sam wasn�t wearing any underwear.
�Since when do you go commando?�
Sam laughed quietly at Dean�s bewilderment. �Since we first kissed. I thought it would be easier for both of us.�
Dean laughed loudly and kissed Sam again before tugging on the zipper of his own jeans.
�I always knew you were the smart one in the family.�
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Dean�s own jeans proved to be a bit more of a problem.
�Just let me....�
�Hey, I said I�ve got it...�

�You�re such a stubborn asshole.�
�But isn�t that one of the reasons you love me.� Dean grinned cheekily at him and Sam just rolled his eyes.
�You know we could be doing something much more productive right now if you would just let go of my hands.�
�And let you get the upper hand again, no way dude. Sorry, but you�re just going to have to wait a minute.�

Dean began tugging more forcefully on the zipper. Sam however, would not be deterred by Dean�s stubbornness and bit his lip thoughtfully before an idea struck him.
�Oh, Dean...�
�What?!� Dean�s voice sounded distracted and angry but Sam showed no reluctance in trying to gain his full attention. In fact, Dean�s anger only made him want to try harder in gaining Dean�s attention.
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�Dean.�
�I said what!� When Dean looked down to see what Sam was bugging him for he instantly grew harder. So hard in fact that the zipper began to bite into his skin and the urgency to remove his jeans was renewed.
Sam had on his most seductive face. Pouty lips and pink cheeks had greeted Dean along with tousled hair and bedroom eyes. Dean had waited practically his entire life to receive that look from Sam and now that he had it, having Sam under his control suddenly didn�t seem so damn important.
And when Sam rolled his hips seductively against Dean�s growing erection he threw all caution to the wind and released Sam�s hands so fast you would have thought that they were on fire.
Sam just smiled and took advantage of his newly regained freedom by grabbing onto Dean�s hips and tugging down his jeans. Unlike Sam, Dean was wearing black boxer briefs instead of simply skin. Sam raised an eyebrow and Dean returned his own patented shit-eating grin.
�Thought you might like a little surprise in your life.� Sam snorted gracefully.
�Surprise my ass, you just want me to work for it� he mumbled. It was Dean�s turn to snort.
�Now why would I do that?�
Sam ignored him and continued tugging on the denim until it was down past Dean�s bended knees. Before he went any further he admired the curve of Dean�s pelvic bone and the flush of his slightly tanned skin. He ran his fingers lightly over the pale hairs running down Dean�s lower stomach before blowing a small puff of air into his navel. When he trailed his eyes upward he caught Dean�s eyes and held his breath.
Dean�s face was serious and the intensity in his eyes was not so much surprising, as it was

potent. It was like he was inspecting Sam�s soul to see if either of them was worthy. Then he did something so unexpected that it shook Sam to the core.
He ran his hands up Sam�s arms lightly before cradling Sam�s face and running his thumbs across his cheekbones. Then he gently pulled Sam forward so that their faces were mere centimeters apart before whispering intimately against his lips.
�I love you.� And with that said he pulled Sam into the most gentle, heart felt kiss either of them had ever had. It was everything that Sam had ever hoped for and his heart almost broke with the joy of it. But instead of breaking down entirely he let a single tear fall down his cheek before pulling away from Dean.
He stared at Dean much the same way that Dean had stared at him and when Dean leaned back in for another kiss he stopped him and held his face fiercely in his hands.
�I love you too Dean. More than you could ever know.� Dean just smiled and moved his hands towards Sam�s thighs.
But before he could move any closer he felt, more than heard, a noise from his back jean pocket. He frowned slightly before pulling his arm around and removing his cell phone. One look at the screen and Dean�s face became still and closed off.
�Dean? What�s wrong? Who is it?�
Dean didn�t answer at first. He just crawled off of Sam and went to sit on the adjacent bed. Then he ground his palms into his forehead before replying...
�It�s Dad.�
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Author�s Note: Well folks, I am extremely sorry for the wait but I think it might just be worth it, don�t you? Hope you liked it, sorry for the cliffhanger but you know how it goes. I�m really happy with this chapter. Hope it isn�t too bad, but you can let me know by pushing that little review button at the bottom. If I get enough feedback I�ll be motivated to write faster. *wink wink*
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