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Vegas Paradise: Tasting the Forbidden	By : aRedBaroness Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2232 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 7

Sam woke up confused and disoriented. The events of the past day were no more than a distant memory. Besides at the moment he had was incapable of most thought processes, his whole body was taunt and trembling. His world had narrowed down to a single sensation, his member still fully sheathed in his lover's ass. Sam waited wracked tremors until he could stand it no longer he moved. The feeling was exquisite as was the breathy gasp Dean let out as Sam thrust into him again.

Dean's dreams were interrupted by a simultaneous flood of plain and pleasure. He felt as if he'd spent the night impaled on a long spike. In a certain sense it was , he had spent the night impaled by Sam's massive shaft. He was so sore, but then Sam hit that spot inside him that made fireworks go off.

This time it was Dean who passed out, he was on sensory overload. Sam continued to pound his oblivious brother into the mattress until he was riding out his own orgasm. He felt energized and refreshed, like the mind-blowing sex had recharged him somehow.

Sam eased out of his brother gently and left for the bathroom. He could really use a hot shower.

When he emerged a while later, there was a feast laid out on a low table. To his surprise it contained a good deal more healthy food than he was accustomed to finding in hotels. There was a multitude of whole grain, organic and all natural food products.

Dean was still dead to the world on the bed. It was hard for Sam to decide to leave him to sleep it off, it seemed like every time he laid eyes on his lover, his arousal would start anew and it took all of his willpower not to act on it immediately.

Bobby was worried. Sam had sent a text a day ago indicating that he had figured out that Dean's last known destination had been the Lotus. Sam the fool that he was hadn't bothered to actually call and ask Bobby's advice, probably because he knew it would have been something along the lines of, “Okay, we'll get him back Sam. Just wait for some backup and don't be an ijit.”

Of course Sam was often an 'ijit' particularly where Dean was concerned. It was just like the boy to go off half-cocked with no backup and little planning because his big brother was possibly in danger. Now Bobby was going to have to head out and save the stupid buggers. It would also be a pain having to talk Abram out of retirement to help him get the boys back, but it wasn't as if he had much choice. All the intel he had on the Lotus said that people who went in didn't just come out again on their own.

Those damn Winchesters, always thinking of each other. It seemed like they rarely had time to spare a thought for anyone else or the consequences of their irrational actions.

It hadn't taken Bobby long to get packed and call Abram to update him, but he was miffed by the fact that seeing as the case was across the country in Vegas, it would be much faster for him to go by air than by land. In the end, he had had to forgo bringing most of his own arsenal, he would have to rely on Abram's, damn terrorists, wrecking customs for everybody else.

His flight was long, but uneventful. There was a dark starry sky over Vegas when the plane landed. From above it had seemed like the city was made of neon. On the ground, the place was certainly bright as day, lit as it was from a zillion flashing signs. All in all, Bobby felt much more at ease when he was safely established in Abram's bar, away from the sleazy glitz of the Vegas strip.

“So did Sam tell you anything useful before he took off, Abram?” Bobby asked over a shot of Jack.

The bar was empty now, Abram had closed up early so they could talk strategy.

“Well, he said he thought the Lotus worked like some sort of Greek myth...what was it? Oh yeah, something about lotus-eaters. He also had a theory that the casino sent out people as lures, like they'd send you your dream date or some such shite.”

“Land of the lotus-eaters, shit. It's a good thing I brought half my library then. I've never heard that there was any truth in that particular myth.”

“Well you better get started. I don't want to take any more time off than absolutely necessary. Staying closed isn't good for business.”

“Right. Sorry, my boys have a tendency to dive in headfirst when one of them is in danger. They've lost so much, it's made them rather clingy.”

“Yeah I did get, that impression. Come on upstairs. I've made you up a place on the couch. Figured you'd spent most of your cash stash getting over here.”

“Thanks, Abram. I don't tend to plan for emergency flights.”

Sam and Dean had spent the entire day no more than six feet from one another at all times. They couldn't explain it, they just needed to be with each other. Most of that time had been spent in bed. And while, they did feel an inexplicable and unquenchable lust for one another, they knew no more about each others' personal lives than they did before. They were also both at a loss to recall what they're life had been before they'd entered the hotel room.

Had life always been a whirlwind of tender yet almost anonymous monogamous sex or was there another world beyond the king-sized bed and marble jacuzzi. The way they got hot anytime they laid eyes on one another was also preventing any serious contemplation of their situation. There was little they could do, but go with the flow and lose themselves in the pleasure of each others bodies.

Underneath the main floor of the casino, a nondescript man was monitoring a bizarre machine. It looked like a strange combination of Bronze Age technology and modern innovation. The centre of the machine was a vast clear sphere that pulsed with bright swirling colours. There was piping that led from the sphere out heavily reinforced doors into a room that contained nothing but a giant artificial pond and a single enormous glowing pink lotus flower. The flower seemed grow larger and larger as the brass pipe fed it the dreams of the lotus-eaters.
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