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Nothing Better To Do	By : unrequited666 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2945 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Warnings: slash, dark, violence, thoughts of suicide, self-harm
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Chapter Six

Don�t count your chickens before they�ve hatched.

That�s what Don�s momma used to tell him. And she was right.

He had really thought that he had it in the bag. That after Sam�s
quasi-breakdown, he would be more accepting of Don. That it wouldn�t be long before
Sam was willing to give Don what he wanted.

How wrong Don was.

At first, Don thought Sam had been embarrassed. And that was why Sam
was pushing him away. But for the next few days, Sam had blown hot and cold.
Sometimes, he acted as he had that night, letting Don in and leading him to
think that Sam was starting to come around. Other days, he acted as if Don was
poison, and he verbally attacked Don with a renewed ferocity that Don had never
seen in the boy before.

Don had been convinced that Sam was playing hard to get. But when he
voiced it to Sam, he had replied �As far as you�re concerned, I�m impossible to
get.�

When Don pressed further, Sam had yelled at him. �What happened the
other night?� Don noted that Sam had refrained from using the word �breakdown�.
�You may be under the delusion that it actually means something. Well
newsflash: it doesn�t.�

It was then and there that Don had begun seriously considering the
option of actually taking the boy and be done with it. For it was clear to him
that maybe, just maybe, he had bitten off more than he could chew. That perhaps
Don, the great maestro of seduction, would be unable to tame Sam to his will.

Yet every time Don resolved himself to this course of action,
something would stay his hand. And he would remember the night he first saw the
boy. How he had known from the very beginning that he had to taste those lips
and run his fingers through that silky brown hair. Such a strong feeling could
not be easily quenched by a simple fuck. In fact, it could never be sated at
all. All that could be done was to soothe the hunger and appetite by preserving
Sam for himself as long as he could. And Don knew that if he forced himself on
Sam, let their relationship develop into anything other than being on Sam�s
terms, Sam would expire as quickly as his previous lovers.

So far, Don had been proud of himself for taking every insult Sam
had thrown at him in his stride, but instead been as attentive to Sam as ever.
He caught the boy looking confused at his behaviour, and if truth be told Sam�s
little rebellions was a bit of a turn-on even if it was just the work of a poor
actor. But honestly? Don didn�t know how much more of
Sam�s button pushing he could take.
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�You want me,� Sam said, shaking Don from his thoughts, �you want my
body. I can see it every time I look into your eyes. Why don�t you just take
me?�

�You want me to rape you?� Don asked him wearily, not sure whether this
was going to one of Sam�s �good days� or �bad days.�

Sam shrugged as he continued petting a sleeping Dean.

Don licked his lips nervously. �Look Sam, I love you, I really do.�
He said it simply and sincerely, hoping that his earnestness would be enough to
break through the boy�s icy exterior.

Don hadn�t been sure what he had been expecting. He wasn�t na�ve
enough to think that his words suddenly cause Sam to turn around and love him
back. But he had thought that Sam would be shocked, confused or unsettled. He
certainly didn�t expect anger.

�You don�t love me,� Sam seethed. �You don�t even know what love
is.�

�Then why don�t you enlighten me?� Don responded, curious to see
what the boy thought.

�Love isn�t about yourself. It�s about the
other person. It�s about doing what�s best for them even when they don�t know
it or won�t thank you for it. It�s about sacrificing everything for that person!�

�Speaking from personal experience?� Don asked coolly. �The �Dean�
you named the dog after? He sacrificed everything for you?�

Don had evidently said the wrong thing. Sam jumped to his feet,
fists curled into tight balls.

�You�re just an obsessed control freak!� Sam shouted angrily at Don
as the man stood there calmly looking at him. �You�re an
insecure bastard who can�t get anyone to love him like how normal people fall
in love so you kidnap them. And let�s face it, who would possibly love you? You�re ugly and boring and sad. I
mean, here I am� powerless� and
you�ve done nothing. Pathetic. Well, that is unless of
course it�s anatomically impossible for you to get it up so you just��

Don roared as Sam�s words ignited his anger. After
everything he had done for Sam, putting up with the boy�s attitude problem,
giving him the space he needed when it would�ve been so easy for Don to take
what he wanted, suppressing his basest urges and desires, changing his entire
personality. Hell, he had even gone to great expense to make this room as
comfortable as he could for Sam, bought him the finest foods and wine and also
gifts including that fuck irritating dog.

Don was sure Sam saw the fist. But Sam just
didn�t get a chance to react before it connected with his chin and his head
snapped back.

�Fuck you!� Sam sneered as he turned away.

Sam had gotten away with a lot of questionable
behaviour in the past.

Not anymore.

Moving swiftly, Don breached the distance Sam
had put between them, turning Sam around and pressing him against the cage
wall. Sam didn�t even get a chance to utter a protest before Don was grounding
into him, rubbing their imprisoned cocks together. Cupping Sam�s cheek, he
brought the boy�s lips to his own in a possessive kiss.
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Don eventually pulled away for air, gazing
into Sam�s face. What he saw there completely surprised him � thrill, arousal, want. Well, well. So the boy liked it
rough. To be made to lose control. Just like Don himself liked it. If he knew that,
that it would be this easy, he�d have done it ages ago.

As if by some unspoken agreement, they both
began heading towards the bed, tearing at each others� clothes. By the time
Sam�s head had hit the soft pillow, Don was on top of
him, eyes glittering with powerful lust as his tongue licked trails of fire
along his skin.

Sam gasped, leaning up to kiss Don but pouted
when Don moved his head higher, denying Sam. Don snickered at that adorable
expression, enjoying the incredible rush of dominance that only Sam�s giving
himself to Don could provide.

�Spread your legs,� Don ordered, pleased when
Sam obeyed instantly. He could get used to this�
�
In one fluid motion, Don sheathed himself in
Sam�s body and without pause, he began thrusting hard
and fast. He knew he was being too rough, could feel that Sam was bleeding, but
he couldn�t stop himself. He was beyond caring. Besides, Don could tell that
perhaps for the first time, his partner was enjoying the� festivities as much
as he was. Sam enjoyed being in pain. Whether it was because he felt he had to
be punished for failing this �Dean� or otherwise was of no concern to Don.
Because all he could think about was the fact that he had really hit the
jackpot with this boy. �

�Faster,� Sam groaned, eyes closed tightly as
he pressed his head into the pillow.

�You�re such an impatient little thing, aren�t
you?� Don smirked. But nevertheless, he acquiesced to Sam�s demands, his mind
inexplicably bringing him back to the day Don first gave Sam the puppy, and how
Sam acquiesced to the mongrel�s demands for attention.

Don began aiming his thrusts at Sam�s prostate,
Sam panting heavily as he moved to meet Don�s thrusts (what stamina, Don
thought appreciatively), whimpering beautifully. Don sealed his mouth over
Sam�s and his tongue slid easily between those sweet lips.

It was then that Don knew that he would never
get enough of Sam. How he could have ever considered getting rid of the boy was
beyond him. Because never in his life had anyone appreciated
his love for rough sex as Sam did. He was definitely a keeper.

Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony,
the kisses and moans more frantic that they drowned out the harsh sound of
their sweat soaked skin slapping against each other. His pleasure grew with
each wonderful thrust, and Don knew that this euphoria he was experiencing easily
beat that of all his previous partners combined. Considering the number of
notches on his bedpost, that was certainly saying something.

A particularly deep thrust was all it took to send
both Sam and Don over the edge, Don filling Sam with his seed while the boy erupted
over their intertwined bodies.

They both collapsed, sated and tired. Don
withdrew from Sam, moving under the bedcovers and pulling Sam with him. Laying
Sam�s head to rest on his shoulder, he placed his arms possessively around his (finally,
his!) Sam.

His momma was right. Slow and steady does win the race.

TBC

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