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Title: My Brother's Keeper, Part Three(Part One Here, Part Two Here)
Characters/Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Table: #1
Prompt: 060 Thirst
Word Count: 2427
Summary: Complete AU. On the night the demon kills Mary Winchester, John saves Dean, but before he can go back for Sam, the fire spreads. It is assumed that Sam is dead along with his mother. In reality, he has been taken and is raised by a family dedicate to the demon who killed Mary. One night after a hunt, Dean runs into him in a bar in Palo Alto, never a clue who he really is.
Warnings: Incest, m/m sex. As I continue this, there will be BDSM, probably blood play, definately evil!Sam. We start to see the evil here...
This is my twenty-second ficlet for my Supernatural claim on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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It had been snowing since he had gotten out of bed that afternoon, and hunting in the snow was not Dean Winchester’s idea of a good time. On top of that the ghost he was hunting was a slippery son of a bitch and digging the frozen Boston ground in the dark was just not happening.
Cussing under his breath, Dean threw his equipment into the Impala’s trunk and slipped on the icy pavement, catching his chin on the fender. “Fuck!”
The rearview mirror showed he’d bloodied his chin, not badly, but he cussed at it anyway. “Fuck I hate Boston.” He started the engine and pulled out of the cemetery. He was irritated, hungry, horny…It had been months since he’d had sex…since that one night stand with the overgrown puppy with a tongue like sin and a cock big enough to beg for. Not that he hadn’t thought about it, but no one had seemed appetizing since. He’d brought a girl back to his motel once, but couldn’t keep it up…and that never happened. After she left he’d gotten hard when he’d thought about Sam, but even then he couldn’t come.
He’d been busy, chasing down demons, ghosts and a poltergeist that was hell to exorcise, so he hadn’t thought much about it. But, as he headed out into the shopping district, his cock was hard and he was thinking that maybe he might find some pretty thing in one of the local joints to offer him a little relief.
He found a spot near one of the trendy chain places and parked wiping his chin on his hand and running fingers through his hair before getting out of the car. The place was busy, filled with young people looking to hook up, looking for love or sex or something else. He made his way to the bar and ordered a beer before turning to survey the crowd.
There were some hot prospects in sight, a tall, slender blonde in a skirt that barely covered her ass. The tall, lanky guy with shaggy hair and…wait. Dean stood and turned for a better look. “What are the odds?” he muttered to himself. While he watched, the man in question stood up from making his shot at the pool table and turned toward the bar. Dean almost ducked out of sight before chiding himself. He had nothing to hide from.
Those eyes met his, dark green and glittering and that smile…that innocent, knowing, you’ll-do-anything-for-me smile split his face and Dean could feel his cock respond. He didn’t move…couldn’t move as Sam crossed the room, coming to stand directly in his personal space, one arm on either side holding the bar. “Dean?”
“Sam?” Dean’s head was swirling with warning sounds and memory, why is he here mixing with fuck, yes, do that again.
“This is strange.”
“I’ll say.” Dean shifted a little nervously, Sam too close,…too…He swallowed, blinking as Sam’s eye met his. “Funny, I remember your eyes being darker.”
Sam smiled again. “It was dark…as I recall.” He stood back, as if sensing Dean’s discomfort. “Let me get you a drink.”
Dean chuckled. “Its my turn.” He pulled out his wallet and waved the bartender over. “Another of these, and one for my friend.” The bartender nodded and took Dean’s money. “If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were just trying to get me drunk so you could have your evil way with me,” he said with a smirk.
Sam leaned in, his lips all but touching Dean’s ear. “I don’t need to get you drunk for that,” he whispered and Dean shivered. “If I told you to, you’d drop to your knees right now and suck me off.”
Dean turned to him, alarm bells sounding in his head, even as his knees trembled and he had the sudden desire to do just that, drop to his knees and feel the soft/hard touch of his cock on his tongue. His face paled, his heart was pounding, even as Sam leaned in past him to grab his beer. “Dude, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Sam said, laughing and Dean looked at him a moment longer like he was a dream or a vision or something, then he laughed too.
“No, no ghosts tonight.” He downed the last of his first beer and reached for his second. “What brings you to Boston?”
Sam rolled his eyes and leaned his long, lanky form against the bar beside Dean. “Family. My father’s birthday. What about you?”
Dean shrugged. “Business.”
Sam’s eyes narrow, as if sizing Dean up. “You never did tell me what it is you do…aside from collect scars from various…accidents.” He slid a finger under Dean’s chin, marking the most recent wound, eyed the blood then deliberately brought the finger to his mouth, sucking it clean.
Dean just about died, but hid it behind his beer. “If I told you, I’d have to kill you.”
Sam laughed, a deep, happy sound that made Dean’s stomach clench with desire to hear it over and over again. “Nah, man…nothing that exciting. I…travel a lot, take odd jobs where I can…when I have to.”
“Sounds lonely.” Sam’s finger moved to trace a line over Dean’s arm and for a moment, his whole consciousness narrowed down to that finger, the wetness from his mouth leaving a tingling trail.
“It’s…not so bad.” Dean said when he found his voice again. “It has its perks.” Sam’s eyes sparkled and Dean smiled. “Meet some…interesting people along the way.”
“Yeah, I’d imagine you do.” Sam swallowed his beer and surveyed the room. “Anyone interesting you see here?”
Dean followed his eyes, all the way over to the curvy blonde near the pool table Sam had been playing at. “Nah…nothing to take home to Mom.”
Sam chuckled and Dean looked hurt. “What?”
“You just don’t strike me as the kind who…takes girls home to meet the parents.”
Dean straightened up, turning to face Sam. “What? Not exactly marriage material?”
Sam’s smile lit up the room and Dean felt it in his gut. “Damn you’re pretty when you smile.”
“Did you just call me pretty?”
“Damn straight I did.” Dean tossed off the last of his beer and set the bottle on the bar.
Sam leaned in close and grabbed Dean’s shirt, his mouth on his ear. “I’m going to fuck that smart ass little mouth of yours. Stay put, I’ll be right back.”
Sam disappeared into the crowd and Dean was so busy being dizzy and weak-kneed that it didn’t occur to him to move until Sam was back, his fist in Dean’s shirt, pulling him toward the front door and down to a black Mercedes before shoving him up against it, his mouth smothering Dean’s in a demanding kiss.
When he finally pulled back, it was only to unlock and open the door before shoving Dean into the car. “Watch your hands.”
“Where are we going?” Dean asked as Sam got in to the car and brought it to life, settling his right hand possessively on Dean’s knee.
Sam smiled at him and winked. “Someplace where I can get you naked and have my way with you.” His hand moved upward, across denim to the growing hardness in his groin. “I see you’re two steps ahead of me.”
“Only because I’ve been thinking about you since Georgia.”
“Really?”
Dean let out something between a chuckle and a grunt and shook his head. He hadn’t meant to say that. Something about this man put him off balance, something about his smile burned into him and he couldn’t think straight.
“I want to see you.”
“Right here, dude.”
“No…take your cock out. I want to see it.”
Before he could think about it, Dean found himself complying, unzipping his jeans and releasing his hard cock. Sam’s hand closed around it immediately, stroking it slightly. His eyes were dark when he looked at Dean, dark and Dean felt like he could get lost in those eyes…lost, damned…never come up for air.
Sam sped up, and they were leaving downtown behind, off into one of the posher parts of town. “You like that baby?” Sam’s hand stroked down, his long fingers fondling Dean’s balls as Dean sucked in a breath.
“Fuck, yeah.”
“Almost there.”
“Yeah…” Dean’s eyes fluttered closed.
“Oh, no, not you…not yet.” Sam pulled his hand back, spun the car around and into park before climbing up to kneel on his seat, his mouth claiming Dean’s while he pumped his fist over his cock. ‘No…not yet…”
Sam pushed Dean’s door open and climbed out over him, pulling him from the car by the cock as Dean whimpered. “Fuck…I’m so close…so…”
Sam towered over him, holding his cock tight in his hand. “You come when I say, Dean. Rules.”
“Rules.” Dean breathed, shaking. The cold air reached him, his exposed skin and he shivered.
Sam smiled, cold…his eyes nearly black. “Yes Dean, rules. Come on now…” He kicked the car door closed and pulled on Dean’s dick, drawing him up to the house. He opened a side door and led Dean in and up a flight of stairs and into a spacious room. “Get naked.”
Sam let go of him and walked away, discarding clothes as he went. When he returned a few moments later, he wore only a pair of silk boxers. Dean had hardly moved. “I said, naked Dean.”
Dean started, looked up at him. He felt lost, not sure how he’d gotten where he was. “I’m in control, remember Dean?”
“Yeah…I remember.”
“Good boy…now take off those clothes.”
Sam crossed to a table near a fireplace and pressed a button on an intercom. “Hey, James. I want some beer and a bottle of Jack in my room.”
Dean looked around him while he pulled his clothes off. The fireplace dominated one wall of the room, with a black leather couch and two big arm chairs creating a cozy little spot in front of it. On the other side of the room, up three shallow steps a king size bed waited, four posters of mahogany holding up black curtains and a canopy. “Do you need help with that?”
Sam was suddenly in front of him, his hands pushing Dean’s shirt up over his head, tangling the fabric in his arms and holding them tight. Dean struggled against him, against the confinement, but as Sam’s eyes met his, he could feel the fight drain away…”Kiss me Dean.” Sam whispered and it was pure demand, filled with lust and desire and Dean didn’t even offer a token resistance, opening his mouth as their lips met in invitation.
Somewhere inside of him, Dean knew something wasn’t right. Years of training, conditioning, hunting…all of it screamed at him to get out, but his cock was hard and screaming for release…and it was just sex…just mindless…sex….and he was on his knees in front of Sam, those impossibly large hands holding his hands behind his head, still all tangled up in the worn gray t-shirt. Dean’s mouth opened without question and Sam’s cock, beautiful and hard, touched his lip…and Dean wasn’t sure how or why, but he knew that if he tongued the slit, Sam would moan…and when he closed his mouth over just the head and sucked hard, Sam would thrust forward for more.
After the first few seconds though, all notion of technique flew out the window, as Sam’s hand took the back of his head and pulled him forward as his hips thrust into him deeper. Dean gagged a little, opening his throat as much as he could as Sam shoved in harder. “That’s it Dean…Damn…fuck…”
Dean was vaguely aware of a door opening and someone entering the room, but Sam was demanding with hips and hands and cock and then Dean was swallowing just to keep from drowning and Sam was groaning and coming and Dean swayed as Sam released him. Dean opened his eyes slowly, finally able to finish shrugging out of his shirt as Sam padded away on the carpet to a side table where a silver tray held a bucket of iced beer and a bottle of Jack Daniels with two glasses.
“Thirsty Dean?” Sam held up a bottle of beer and Dean nodded slowly.
Hot, salty come burned in his belly as he climbed to his feet. There was something very not right here. Sam smiled at him, popping open two of the beers. What could possibly be wrong when that boy smiled that way? Dean shook his head to clear it, feeling Sam press a bottle into his hand. “Drink up, baby…I’ve got plans for you tonight.”
As if to emphasize his point, Sam’s hand, cold from the beer, wrapped around Dean’s cock and stroked him once, twice…and Dean had to steady himself on Sam’s shoulder. “Please.”
Sam looked at him curiously. “Please what Dean?”
“I—God—I need to…”
“What do you need, Dean?” Sam set his beer down and turned so he was squarely facing, Dean, his cock in one hand. “Tell me.”
Dean shuddered. His cock leaked pre-come and he felt as though he could explode just from Sam’s voice. “Sam…I need…”
“Do you need me to let you come, Dean?”
Dean collapsed against Sam, his head on Sam’s shoulder as he thrust his hips trying to find more friction in Sam’s hand. “Yeah…yeah…need to…”
“Has anyone touched you Dean? Anyone since me?”
Dean shook his head miserably against Sam’s skin. “No…no…couldn’t…”
Sam stroked harder and Dean whimpered into Sam’s chest. “Of course you couldn’t. I told you, you come when I tell you.”
Dean thrust harder as Sam’s hand closed even tighter around him. “Because you belong to me, Dean, don’t you?”
Dean groaned something that could have been agreement, but Sam’s hand stopped, squeezing his cock until Dean lifted his head in question. “Answer me Dean.” Dean swallowed, his eyes glazed over as he tried to figure out what he was supposed to say. “You belong to me Dean. Say it.”
Dean nodded, his jaw clenching. “Yes, Sam…yes…I’m yours…just please…please.”
Sam smiled, pulling Dean closer and resuming his stroking. “That’s it baby…come for me.” Dean’s orgasm came hard, his knees buckling as his body shook and Sam eased him down to the floor. “Easy…Easy.” Sam stroked Dean’s hair as he came down, gentle, soft touches. “The night is young…I plan on seeing how many times I can make you do that tonight.” Sam whispered. “And in the morning we’ll see if you can even remember your name.”
Title: My Brother's Keeper, Part Three(Part One Here, Part Two Here)
Characters/Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Table: #1
Prompt: 060 Thirst
Word Count: 2427
Summary: Complete AU. On the night the demon kills Mary Winchester, John saves Dean, but before he can go back for Sam, the fire spreads. It is assumed that Sam is dead along with his mother. In reality, he has been taken and is raised by a family dedicate to the demon who killed Mary. One night after a hunt, Dean runs into him in a bar in Palo Alto, never a clue who he really is.
Warnings: Incest, m/m sex. As I continue this, there will be BDSM, probably blood play, definately evil!Sam. We start to see the evil here...
This is my twenty-second ficlet for my Supernatural claim on
100_situations. Clicky for tableIt had been snowing since he had gotten out of bed that afternoon, and hunting in the snow was not Dean Winchester’s idea of a good time. On top of that the ghost he was hunting was a slippery son of a bitch and digging the frozen Boston ground in the dark was just not happening.
Cussing under his breath, Dean threw his equipment into the Impala’s trunk and slipped on the icy pavement, catching his chin on the fender. “Fuck!”
The rearview mirror showed he’d bloodied his chin, not badly, but he cussed at it anyway. “Fuck I hate Boston.” He started the engine and pulled out of the cemetery. He was irritated, hungry, horny…It had been months since he’d had sex…since that one night stand with the overgrown puppy with a tongue like sin and a cock big enough to beg for. Not that he hadn’t thought about it, but no one had seemed appetizing since. He’d brought a girl back to his motel once, but couldn’t keep it up…and that never happened. After she left he’d gotten hard when he’d thought about Sam, but even then he couldn’t come.
He’d been busy, chasing down demons, ghosts and a poltergeist that was hell to exorcise, so he hadn’t thought much about it. But, as he headed out into the shopping district, his cock was hard and he was thinking that maybe he might find some pretty thing in one of the local joints to offer him a little relief.
He found a spot near one of the trendy chain places and parked wiping his chin on his hand and running fingers through his hair before getting out of the car. The place was busy, filled with young people looking to hook up, looking for love or sex or something else. He made his way to the bar and ordered a beer before turning to survey the crowd.
There were some hot prospects in sight, a tall, slender blonde in a skirt that barely covered her ass. The tall, lanky guy with shaggy hair and…wait. Dean stood and turned for a better look. “What are the odds?” he muttered to himself. While he watched, the man in question stood up from making his shot at the pool table and turned toward the bar. Dean almost ducked out of sight before chiding himself. He had nothing to hide from.
Those eyes met his, dark green and glittering and that smile…that innocent, knowing, you’ll-do-anything-for-me smile split his face and Dean could feel his cock respond. He didn’t move…couldn’t move as Sam crossed the room, coming to stand directly in his personal space, one arm on either side holding the bar. “Dean?”
“Sam?” Dean’s head was swirling with warning sounds and memory, why is he here mixing with fuck, yes, do that again.
“This is strange.”
“I’ll say.” Dean shifted a little nervously, Sam too close,…too…He swallowed, blinking as Sam’s eye met his. “Funny, I remember your eyes being darker.”
Sam smiled again. “It was dark…as I recall.” He stood back, as if sensing Dean’s discomfort. “Let me get you a drink.”
Dean chuckled. “Its my turn.” He pulled out his wallet and waved the bartender over. “Another of these, and one for my friend.” The bartender nodded and took Dean’s money. “If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were just trying to get me drunk so you could have your evil way with me,” he said with a smirk.
Sam leaned in, his lips all but touching Dean’s ear. “I don’t need to get you drunk for that,” he whispered and Dean shivered. “If I told you to, you’d drop to your knees right now and suck me off.”
Dean turned to him, alarm bells sounding in his head, even as his knees trembled and he had the sudden desire to do just that, drop to his knees and feel the soft/hard touch of his cock on his tongue. His face paled, his heart was pounding, even as Sam leaned in past him to grab his beer. “Dude, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Sam said, laughing and Dean looked at him a moment longer like he was a dream or a vision or something, then he laughed too.
“No, no ghosts tonight.” He downed the last of his first beer and reached for his second. “What brings you to Boston?”
Sam rolled his eyes and leaned his long, lanky form against the bar beside Dean. “Family. My father’s birthday. What about you?”
Dean shrugged. “Business.”
Sam’s eyes narrow, as if sizing Dean up. “You never did tell me what it is you do…aside from collect scars from various…accidents.” He slid a finger under Dean’s chin, marking the most recent wound, eyed the blood then deliberately brought the finger to his mouth, sucking it clean.
Dean just about died, but hid it behind his beer. “If I told you, I’d have to kill you.”
Sam laughed, a deep, happy sound that made Dean’s stomach clench with desire to hear it over and over again. “Nah, man…nothing that exciting. I…travel a lot, take odd jobs where I can…when I have to.”
“Sounds lonely.” Sam’s finger moved to trace a line over Dean’s arm and for a moment, his whole consciousness narrowed down to that finger, the wetness from his mouth leaving a tingling trail.
“It’s…not so bad.” Dean said when he found his voice again. “It has its perks.” Sam’s eyes sparkled and Dean smiled. “Meet some…interesting people along the way.”
“Yeah, I’d imagine you do.” Sam swallowed his beer and surveyed the room. “Anyone interesting you see here?”
Dean followed his eyes, all the way over to the curvy blonde near the pool table Sam had been playing at. “Nah…nothing to take home to Mom.”
Sam chuckled and Dean looked hurt. “What?”
“You just don’t strike me as the kind who…takes girls home to meet the parents.”
Dean straightened up, turning to face Sam. “What? Not exactly marriage material?”
Sam’s smile lit up the room and Dean felt it in his gut. “Damn you’re pretty when you smile.”
“Did you just call me pretty?”
“Damn straight I did.” Dean tossed off the last of his beer and set the bottle on the bar.
Sam leaned in close and grabbed Dean’s shirt, his mouth on his ear. “I’m going to fuck that smart ass little mouth of yours. Stay put, I’ll be right back.”
Sam disappeared into the crowd and Dean was so busy being dizzy and weak-kneed that it didn’t occur to him to move until Sam was back, his fist in Dean’s shirt, pulling him toward the front door and down to a black Mercedes before shoving him up against it, his mouth smothering Dean’s in a demanding kiss.
When he finally pulled back, it was only to unlock and open the door before shoving Dean into the car. “Watch your hands.”
“Where are we going?” Dean asked as Sam got in to the car and brought it to life, settling his right hand possessively on Dean’s knee.
Sam smiled at him and winked. “Someplace where I can get you naked and have my way with you.” His hand moved upward, across denim to the growing hardness in his groin. “I see you’re two steps ahead of me.”
“Only because I’ve been thinking about you since Georgia.”
“Really?”
Dean let out something between a chuckle and a grunt and shook his head. He hadn’t meant to say that. Something about this man put him off balance, something about his smile burned into him and he couldn’t think straight.
“I want to see you.”
“Right here, dude.”
“No…take your cock out. I want to see it.”
Before he could think about it, Dean found himself complying, unzipping his jeans and releasing his hard cock. Sam’s hand closed around it immediately, stroking it slightly. His eyes were dark when he looked at Dean, dark and Dean felt like he could get lost in those eyes…lost, damned…never come up for air.
Sam sped up, and they were leaving downtown behind, off into one of the posher parts of town. “You like that baby?” Sam’s hand stroked down, his long fingers fondling Dean’s balls as Dean sucked in a breath.
“Fuck, yeah.”
“Almost there.”
“Yeah…” Dean’s eyes fluttered closed.
“Oh, no, not you…not yet.” Sam pulled his hand back, spun the car around and into park before climbing up to kneel on his seat, his mouth claiming Dean’s while he pumped his fist over his cock. ‘No…not yet…”
Sam pushed Dean’s door open and climbed out over him, pulling him from the car by the cock as Dean whimpered. “Fuck…I’m so close…so…”
Sam towered over him, holding his cock tight in his hand. “You come when I say, Dean. Rules.”
“Rules.” Dean breathed, shaking. The cold air reached him, his exposed skin and he shivered.
Sam smiled, cold…his eyes nearly black. “Yes Dean, rules. Come on now…” He kicked the car door closed and pulled on Dean’s dick, drawing him up to the house. He opened a side door and led Dean in and up a flight of stairs and into a spacious room. “Get naked.”
Sam let go of him and walked away, discarding clothes as he went. When he returned a few moments later, he wore only a pair of silk boxers. Dean had hardly moved. “I said, naked Dean.”
Dean started, looked up at him. He felt lost, not sure how he’d gotten where he was. “I’m in control, remember Dean?”
“Yeah…I remember.”
“Good boy…now take off those clothes.”
Sam crossed to a table near a fireplace and pressed a button on an intercom. “Hey, James. I want some beer and a bottle of Jack in my room.”
Dean looked around him while he pulled his clothes off. The fireplace dominated one wall of the room, with a black leather couch and two big arm chairs creating a cozy little spot in front of it. On the other side of the room, up three shallow steps a king size bed waited, four posters of mahogany holding up black curtains and a canopy. “Do you need help with that?”
Sam was suddenly in front of him, his hands pushing Dean’s shirt up over his head, tangling the fabric in his arms and holding them tight. Dean struggled against him, against the confinement, but as Sam’s eyes met his, he could feel the fight drain away…”Kiss me Dean.” Sam whispered and it was pure demand, filled with lust and desire and Dean didn’t even offer a token resistance, opening his mouth as their lips met in invitation.
Somewhere inside of him, Dean knew something wasn’t right. Years of training, conditioning, hunting…all of it screamed at him to get out, but his cock was hard and screaming for release…and it was just sex…just mindless…sex….and he was on his knees in front of Sam, those impossibly large hands holding his hands behind his head, still all tangled up in the worn gray t-shirt. Dean’s mouth opened without question and Sam’s cock, beautiful and hard, touched his lip…and Dean wasn’t sure how or why, but he knew that if he tongued the slit, Sam would moan…and when he closed his mouth over just the head and sucked hard, Sam would thrust forward for more.
After the first few seconds though, all notion of technique flew out the window, as Sam’s hand took the back of his head and pulled him forward as his hips thrust into him deeper. Dean gagged a little, opening his throat as much as he could as Sam shoved in harder. “That’s it Dean…Damn…fuck…”
Dean was vaguely aware of a door opening and someone entering the room, but Sam was demanding with hips and hands and cock and then Dean was swallowing just to keep from drowning and Sam was groaning and coming and Dean swayed as Sam released him. Dean opened his eyes slowly, finally able to finish shrugging out of his shirt as Sam padded away on the carpet to a side table where a silver tray held a bucket of iced beer and a bottle of Jack Daniels with two glasses.
“Thirsty Dean?” Sam held up a bottle of beer and Dean nodded slowly.
Hot, salty come burned in his belly as he climbed to his feet. There was something very not right here. Sam smiled at him, popping open two of the beers. What could possibly be wrong when that boy smiled that way? Dean shook his head to clear it, feeling Sam press a bottle into his hand. “Drink up, baby…I’ve got plans for you tonight.”
As if to emphasize his point, Sam’s hand, cold from the beer, wrapped around Dean’s cock and stroked him once, twice…and Dean had to steady himself on Sam’s shoulder. “Please.”
Sam looked at him curiously. “Please what Dean?”
“I—God—I need to…”
“What do you need, Dean?” Sam set his beer down and turned so he was squarely facing, Dean, his cock in one hand. “Tell me.”
Dean shuddered. His cock leaked pre-come and he felt as though he could explode just from Sam’s voice. “Sam…I need…”
“Do you need me to let you come, Dean?”
Dean collapsed against Sam, his head on Sam’s shoulder as he thrust his hips trying to find more friction in Sam’s hand. “Yeah…yeah…need to…”
“Has anyone touched you Dean? Anyone since me?”
Dean shook his head miserably against Sam’s skin. “No…no…couldn’t…”
Sam stroked harder and Dean whimpered into Sam’s chest. “Of course you couldn’t. I told you, you come when I tell you.”
Dean thrust harder as Sam’s hand closed even tighter around him. “Because you belong to me, Dean, don’t you?”
Dean groaned something that could have been agreement, but Sam’s hand stopped, squeezing his cock until Dean lifted his head in question. “Answer me Dean.” Dean swallowed, his eyes glazed over as he tried to figure out what he was supposed to say. “You belong to me Dean. Say it.”
Dean nodded, his jaw clenching. “Yes, Sam…yes…I’m yours…just please…please.”
Sam smiled, pulling Dean closer and resuming his stroking. “That’s it baby…come for me.” Dean’s orgasm came hard, his knees buckling as his body shook and Sam eased him down to the floor. “Easy…Easy.” Sam stroked Dean’s hair as he came down, gentle, soft touches. “The night is young…I plan on seeing how many times I can make you do that tonight.” Sam whispered. “And in the morning we’ll see if you can even remember your name.”
