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Bite	By : rae_roberts Category: Supernatural > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 4187 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural and make no profit from this story. Just borrowing Sam and Dean for fun.

Chapter List
- 1-Bite
- 2-Ring
- 3-Rape
- 4-Taken
- 5-Finished
- 6-Grind
- 7-Ride
- 8-Submission
- 9-Sixty-nine
- 10-Flashback I
- 11-Mirror, Mirror
- 12-Hoodoo
- 13-Confession
- 14-Flashback II
- 15-Home
- 16-The End
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- 7
- 8
Dean came back down to earth to the sound of another vehicle pulling off the highway. He and Sam had been so caught up in their curse-induced lust, getting caught humping in public on the hood of their car had been the last thing on their minds. Dean groaned and levered himself up on his elbows, but Sam laid a hand flat against his chest and pushed him right back down again. The werewolf held the hunter down easily, smirking as the other vehicle came to a halt and car doors slammed.
“Jesus, Sam,” Dean protested, feeling a blush paint his cheekbones in spite of himself. “What, are you crazy?”   He could only imagine the looks they were getting from the occupants of the other car. He sure as hell wasn’t going to turn his head to see for himself.
Sam shrugged nonchalantly. “Not finished with you yet.” The big alpha slid his hand down Dean’s chest to his belly, where the evidence of their most recent orgasms had puddled, and rubbed the traces of fluid into Dean’s skin with the palm of his hand. Only then did Sam step back, taking his sweet time tucking his cock and balls back inside his fly.
Dean scrambled to get off the hood of the Mustang and into the relative privacy of the driver’s seat, his face burning even as he had to laugh at this latest twist. It just figured that in this universe his quiet, reserved brother would have a streak of exhibitionism.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea to continue this hunt, not until we get these cursed rings off,” Dean broached the sore subject a short while later. To his surprise, Sam nodded his head, agreeing.
“Whoever set that trap wanted us incapacitated. And I’m pretty sure it’s affecting me worse than you, which means as the full moon gets closer and you become more wolfish…”
“It’ll be damn near unbearable,” Dean concluded with a scowl.
“Dean, I’m sorry—”
“Stop it, Sam. You’re not the one that put that ring on my finger,” Dean reminded him gruffly. “Besides, I’ve been in worse situations,” he added with a humorless snort.
“Sure you have,” Sam muttered. “...In hell.”
Belatedly, Dean realized how it must feel for Sam, to have sex with him compared to being tortured in hell. In either world, Sam Winchester had never been the type of guy to force his attentions where they weren’t wanted, but now he didn’t have any choice. This curse was no picnic for him, either, but Dean couldn’t think of anything to say to make things better.
The drive continued in uncomfortable silence until Sam finally said, “We need to research this curse. We need to see Chuck.”
“Chuck Shurley, the prophet? That Chuck?”
Sam looked confused. “Profit?   Yeah, he’s made a lot of profit off those ridiculous vampire novels of his… But Chuck Shirley’s got one of the best occult libraries in the country. And he owes me for taking care of a poltergeist that was haunting his mansion in Savannah,” Sam added.
“Crazy,” Dean sighed. At least, by the sound of it, the guy was getting a better deal in this world than back home, where the Chuck Shurley Dean knew had been penniless, barely ekeing out a living from his paperback novels.   “Okay, let’s go visit Chuck...”
...
...Dean would have driven straight through to Savannah, but unsurprisingly, the curse had other ideas. He pulled into a seedy-looking motel and booked them a room while Sam waited in the Mustang. The pureblood was practically writhing in agony by the time Dean returned with the room key, and, he had to admit, he wasn’t feeling much better himself. His hand ached and burned as if submerged in the fires of hell itself, but the throbbing ache of his needy cock was somehow worse. They fell across the nearest bed, not even bothering to undress, just grinding up on one another in joyless desperation until they both came and the pain receded, though it didn’t entirely dissipate.
“Hey, Sam… You okay?” Dean knew the curse was hitting Sam even harder than it was him, but the werewolf just grunted something that might have been an affirmative and rolled over, putting his back to Dean, waves of shame virtually rolling off of him.   “All right. I’m going to hit the shower, then maybe we can order a pizza or something,” he said awkwardly, trying to pretend normalcy although deep down, he knew it was useless. There was only one hunger concerning the Winchesters right now, and it was all-consuming.
In the shower Dean jerked himself off to another unsatisfying climax, Sam and his pheromone-sensitive nose be damned. When he emerged from the bathroom he found him sitting slumped at the dinette table, lining up the contents of the mini-bar. “Planning on a bender, there, Sam?”
“It won’t help.” The werewolf sighed, a defeated sound. When he raised his head from the bottles Dean saw that his golden eyes were bright with unshed tears. “You know, all my life I’ve been told werewolves are monsters.   That we’re just animals... Out of control… I never let myself believe that crap, until now.”
“You’re not a monster, Sam.” Dean’s heart went out to him. “And you’re not an animal. Think of all the people whose lives you’ve saved. You’re a hero.”
“Not to you,” Sam argued. His face was twisted with self-loathing, an expression hauntingly familiar to Dean from his real brother’s battle with his demon blood addiction.
“Especially to me,” Dean told him firmly. He threaded his fingers through Sam’s hair, leaning down to brush a chaste kiss against the younger hunter’s forehead.
The innocent contact shattered the werewolf’s self-control. Dean yelped as Sam erupted from the chair, lifting him effortlessly over his shoulder into a fireman’s carry. His first instinct was to lash out. Dean’s fists drummed against the solid muscles of Sam’s back as he carried him to the bed and slung him down unceremoniously onto the mattress. “Dammit, Sam—” Another frantic yelp cut off his protest as Sam yanked off the fresh pair of jeans and boxer shorts Dean had just put on, leaving him completely naked and exposed.
The big alpha knelt between Dean’s legs, one hand splayed on his chest, pinning him to the mattress. Panicking, anticipating another mindless assault, Dean tensed to fight when Sam’s other hand closed around his cock. Dean’s mind went momentarily blank at the rush of sensation as Sam caressed his aching cock, his strong, skilled fingers promising sweet release.
“Oh, god, Sam…”
“I’ve got you, baby.”
Dean relaxed in a haze of pleasure at the reassurance, letting his not-brother stroke him perilously close to another climax. Sam’s thumb slid over the head of his cock and Dean cried out, an ecstatic moan that quickly changed into a whimper of apprehension as Sam pushed his legs up, spreading his ass cheeks and pressing an insistent finger up against his hole.
“Shh… Not going to hurt you,” Sam promised huskily.
Dean realized Sam was prepping him, lubing his ass with his own pre-cum. He clenched his eyes shut, overcome with embarrassment at the intimate contact. Sam worked his cock with one hand, setting a slower pace now, keeping Dean on edge, wetting his finger with the droplets of clear fluid that welled up out of his slit with every teasing stroke. The bigger man loomed over him, still fully clothed, making Dean feel even more vulnerable in his nakedness.
He couldn’t stop the whine that tore from his throat when Sam pushed one slick finger inside him, slow but relentless.   Dean’s ass clamped involuntarily and Sam pulled back out, only to press back in a moment later on another warm, wet slither of lube. He wasn’t in any danger of coming now, his cock softening even with all the attention from Sam’s clever fingers stroking it. It was too humiliating, too damned weird to have another guy—a guy who, if not for the fangs and wolf-like golden eyes, would look exactly like his brother—fingering his asshole.
Dean whined again and tried to squirm away, but Sam dropped his softening cock to grip his thigh, holding him still. Holding him in a position that spread his ass cheeks apart, and that realization only made his sphincter clamp down tighter, until Sam crooked his finger, pressing it into that fabled sweet spot that Dean had known existed, but that he’d never experienced… Until now.
Stars swam in his vision and his hips bucked, pushing Sam’s finger even deeper into his ass.   Dean’s cock hardened again in an instant and he bit his own lip to try and stop himself from begging Sam to do it again. He didn’t have to. Sam chuckled, a low, knowing sound, and pressed his fingertip up against the sensitive gland again and again. Before Dean knew it, a second finger had crowded in, and then a third, filling him with jolt after jolt of delicious sensation.
“Just look at you,” Sam practically purred, obviously proud of his handiwork, and Dean felt his face heat up. “Stay right there, just like that.” Sam slowly slid his fingers out, pausing to fondle Dean’s balls for a moment before backing away, tearing another involuntary whine from Dean’s throat.
Something compelled him to obey in spite of his embarrassment, lying passive and still with his legs spread wide, balanced on the edge of cringing humiliation and eager anticipation as the swift rustle of fabric indicated that Sam was stripping naked. The cheap motel mattress sagged under the werewolf’s weight as he returned to the bed, but instead of kneeling between Dean’s sprawled legs as he’d expected him to, Dean felt Sam lie down beside him.   Dean rolled onto his side to face him, daring to open his eyes. To his astonishment, he saw a tear sliding down the alpha’s cheek.
“Sam?”
“There’s an old revolver in the trunk of the car, loaded with silver bullets,” Sam said tonelessly.
“Come on, Sam, it’s not that bad—”
“I don’t want to be like this, Dean. I’m not a monster, not yet, and I’d rather die than turn back into that...That thing that hurt you.”
“I’m telling you, you’re not a monster,” Dean said brusquely, “and I’m not going to shoot you.”   His emotions were a roil of sympathy, exasperation, and amusement at his little not-brother’s sudden melodrama. Even as Sam had his moment of existential angst, Dean saw that his cock was painfully erect, arched against his belly and dripping pre-cum. Dean moved to straddle the werewolf’s waist, grinning wickedly at the way Sam threw back his head and whimpered as Dean gripped his cock, lining it up with his hole. “Let’s try plan B first,” he murmured.
Sam panted helplessly as Dean positioned his cock snug against his hole, giving the shaft a final stroke before moving his hands to rest on Sam’s chest. It gave Dean a boost of confidence to be on top. He was in charge now, Sam’s eyes wide and trusting and glazed with lust as he stared up at him, trembling with need but holding perfectly still, letting Dean set his own pace. Sam’s hands fisted in the bedclothes, gripping the fabric frantically as Dean rocked back, pressing the head of Sam’s cock against his ass with agonizing slowness until it pushed past the tight barrier and both men cried out, Sam with a deep-throated growl of pure pleasure, Dean with a stifled gasp of pain as his sphincter clamped down hard at the intrusion.
Reminding himself forcefully that he was the one in control, Dean held still, making himself take deep, calming breaths until his rebellious muscles released and the pain ebbed away, leaving nothing but that near-alien sensation of of fullness that almost defeated him right then and there. God, he was stretched to the limit, and with only the head of Sam’s cock inside him so far. Dean’s leg muscles tensed, every fiber of him wanting to pull up and off and relieve that intense pressure, but he resisted, gathering his stubborn pride and forcing himself down, letting Sam’s monster cock impale more of his tender ass.
“So good, baby. You’re doing so good,” Sam crooned encouragement. The werewolf’s entire body was quivering with the effort of holding still, his hands clenching and unclenching in the covers spasmodically. Dean could all too easily imagine those big hands gripping his hips and forcing him down onto his cock, but the alpha just smiled up at him, seemingly content to let Dean torment him with the teasingly slow pace he’d set so far.
He felt the tightness inside of him ease, the desire to submit overwhelming his embarrassment, and kept his sphincter relaxed, allowing himself to sink down even further onto Sam’s rock-hard cock. Dean’s control was far from perfect and Sam whined as his muscles fluttered involuntarily, caressing his cock. It gave a hungry twitch at the added sensation and Dean bit back a protesting whine of his own as that thick length filled him even fuller.
“Sorry. You’re just so…” Sam’s voice trailed off into an incoherent growl of pleasure. His chest heaved under Dean’s palms, hot and slick with sweat as they both struggled to maintain control, Sam trying so hard not to move while Dean grit his teeth and focused all his will on giving Sam full access to his tight passage.
He felt his ass stretched impossibly wide, pressure bordering on pain, and the need for relief became almost unbearable. Dean rose up on leg muscles shaking with reaction, letting Sam’s cock slide out just the slightest bit before driving himself back down onto it, even deeper than before. Sam whimpered and moaned, animalistic sounds of approval as Dean’s ass gripped and clenched around his hot, hard length. The helpless noises tearing out of Sam’s throat drove Dean on and he rose up again only to sink back down further. Up and down, up and down, blanking his mind of everything except the need to get all of that thick, throbbing length inside him.
“Almost there.” Sam’s voice was strained with the effort of holding still, letting Dean set the pace.
Dean groaned, even as the warm approval in Sam’s whiskey-colored eyes made heat pool in his belly and his own cock twitch in reaction. “Can’t take any more,” he growled, but just then his trembling legs gave out and gravity took care of the rest. Dean whimpered as Sam’s cock sank that final inch into his ass, impaling him completely.

Sam arched his back, throwing back his head in ecstasy as Dean’s tight passage clenched around him.   “Oh, baby, you’re just getting started.”
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