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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 9

Sam and Dean were still blissfully adrift on the sea of pleasure. They were utterly unaware of the plans set in motion that would a figurative lifeboat their way. They would have had no intention of grasping at any rescue ropes even if they were offered. The brothers were far too content. For far too many years they had been lacking the intimacy of honest romantic and sexual relationships, though to be fair this current situation they found themselves in was lacking in a sense of honesty, deep down in their subconscious it fulfilled their long held, oft-buried desire for partnership and acceptance.

Granted clinging to each other emotionally and physically had been a long accepted aspect of their brotherhood, but they had always hid their perverted desire for one another. Now that they had let the perverted desire take hold of their actions they felt alive, sated and satisfied all at the same time.

It was late afternoon when the brothers disentangled themselves from each other, they had decided to leave their room for the first time in a few days. Besides they needed to restock their supply of lube and Sam vaguely recalled having seen some posters advertising an adult revue based on Alexander the Great. The poster had emphasized the general's “partnerships” with Bagoas and Hephestion. Sam's mouth watered at the thought of dancing eunuchs.

Both men did find it somewhat disconcerting to be donning clothing after so many days of naked frolicking, every inch of fabric seemed to chafe their sex-flushed skin.

Elsewhere, Bobby had spent the last few hours hacking into Vegas city records in search of blueprints for the Lotus casino. All hopes of saving his boys would be dashed if they couldn't figure out where the lotus and the bronze mystery machine were kept. If they could locate those things, it might also lead them to the head lotus-eater and Bobby was itching to take that bastard out.

Abram was equally busy trying to figure out what kind of arsenal they would be packing on this daring rescue mission. Would pruning shears and weed-whackers be appropriate considering that they had a lotus to kill? Was any special weaponry required to kill the king lotus-man? It was a vexing task and Abram was sorely tempted to haul his whole weaponry out to his shitty pickup truck just in case. On the other hand, that was hardly a practical approach, they would need pack mules if they were to lug all their equipment around and surely that would attract unwanted attention. No security guard worth his salt would turn a blind eye to two old coots and herd of heavily armed mules. More's the pity, thought Abram, we could use a break, damn-it. This case seemed nigh impossible, despite their hours of research.

Bobby did finally dig out blueprints for the casino, they were however dated from the 1950s, but given the moldy history of the place, he figured they'd still be valid. He had also sent word out to that troublemaker Bela, that he required some dream-protection-type amulets. Bobby was unsure that such trinkets would be effective against the freakish dream machine, but he figured it would be no harm in trying anyway. Bela confirmed that she'd have the goods shipped to him that evening, though of course it would cost him. She was such a greedy bitch. His consolation was that Bela would not be delivering the baubles herself, thank god.

If things kept at steady pace, the hunters figured they could be ready for action in the wee hours of the coming dawn. If they had their way, the casino would burn, after the Winchester boys and any remaining clientele were freed of course.

The sexy, gay Alexandrian revue had been a success. It did indeed feature a variety of slender, androgynous eunuch dancers as well as some muscular, seasoned soldier-types and a focus on the conqueror and his beloved best friend and consort, Hephestion. There was nary a female to be seen in the entire production which was the way both boys preferred it.

Sammy had been particularly eager to get Dean somewhere private after the show. Dean certainly did not complain or protest at being manhandled back to his suite, so long as it was his tall lover doing the handling. He was glad he had insisted that they pick up the lube before the show. He was still sore from the first night.

Sam never could get enough of his short, good-natured new lover. Dean seemed to be very submissive and pliable. It was as if he trusted Sam enough to let him do anything. It ignited such fire in Sam that he was hard pressed to contain it to their private quarters. One smirk on those pink lips or a single heated look from his partner could make Sam feel like he was a nervous, horny fifteen-year old. Irregardless of where Dean had been his whole life, Sam was sure he was never going to let the older man go.

Sam's actions were declaring his love for Dean in every way that his words were not. He had Dean boxed in, an arm on either side of Dean's head, kissing the shorter man hard. Dean was breathless and gasping, even making out was setting his senses on overdrive. It was almost a full ten minutes before he remembered that they ought to enter the room in order to avoid giving the hotel staff a free show.

Dean was having a hell of time breaking this news to Sam however, who seemed to interpret every gentle shove away as a cue to capture Dean's mouth again and prove his ardor and lovemaking skills. Finally Dean succeeded in getting Sam to latch onto his neck and he was able to gasp out that shouldn't they go inside before someone tells them to stop having sex in the hallways.

Sam was almost tempted to say, let them look. He then became immediately aware that he didn't want to give anyone else a chance to see how Dean looked like debauched and angelic when he was on the verge of orgasm. That was sight Sam was decidedly unwilling to share. Dean would be lucky if Sam ever let him out of his sight.

Sam pulled Dean flush against his gargantuan chest as he fumbled behind Dean's back for the doorknob. Wrenching it open, Sam pushed the smaller man in the general direction of the bed. Dean seemed to get his message loud and clear, eagerly stripping off his clothing.

It felt so good to be naked with the cool air from the AC unit flooding his skin and pebbling his nipples. Dean heard a growl from the general direction of Sam and he paused a mischievous smile on his lips, his hands now moving slower and more sensuously.

Sam was in no mood for teasing or flirting right now, he needed to feel that golden flesh beneath his fingers and lips, now. He was on his brother on the bed almost before Dean knew what was happening. Dean issued a throaty laugh that turned into a groan as Sam trailed a massive hand down Dean's abs and coming to rest just above his swollen member. Dean whimpered, pleading, apologizing for his teasing earlier.
Now was definitely not the time to slowdown. Sam heartily agreed with the need for speed, wrenching open his belt and unzipping his fly. In no time he had his cock out and was thrusting slickly against his older brother. Dean's callused hand was stroking him and Sam's eyes rolled back in his head.

The slip and slide was oh-so-perfect and it had been a few hours since last time. He was sure he'd never gone this long without an orgasm in his life. Hours might well have been years, he was that close to coming. Sam batted Dean's hand away using his own instead to encircle both their lengths, stroking them hard and fast to ecstasy. He heard his lover screaming his name as he came, but it seemed distant as his own vision had gone white-hot as he rode out his own pleasure.

Both men collapsed into each other boneless and already half asleep.

The would-be Winchester liberators were only just bedding down for night now with a mere four hours before sunrise. It's true they would be up at dawn and Bobby hadn't even slept the night before, but the urgency was too great. They needed to save those boys in order to save Bobby's piece of mind at the very least.

In the secret room beneath the lotus. The nondescript man was only vaguely aware that a storm was coming. The storm's presence was announced subtly in the colours swirling within the glass sphere, the dreams were gradually becoming darker and more agitated. It seemed trouble was fast approaching on the horizon. A showdown would surely arrive. If the nondescript man was vexed by this development it was impossible to tell, his face remained blank and devoid of emotion. The king of the lotophagi would wait, there was little else he could do. The warriors would come to him as they always did, whether they would succeed was another matter entirely.
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