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Dark Fic! Very Dark Fic! Everyone is Evil and don't blame me if this offends you and you read it anyway! I did warn you!

Warning: Wincest! Unrelated now but still is Sam and Dean. Sam/Dean. Some language, graphic imagery. Strong sexual Content. If you don't like Wincest, don't read! I get graphic with most of my Wincest and I don't want to offend you. This one has violent scenes, explicit sex, slavery and abuse scenes, blood drinking, and murder is depicted. Violent attacks are included (Vampire Attack kinds).

Plot: Dean is Crime Lord and he has a new Pet, Sam. They have a good life of sorts but trouble is bound to show up eventually…being an evil Crime Lord has its downside. Add in Psychotic and Sociopathic family members and enemies and things get really interesting.

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The chains clinked in the silence as Sam moved. The bed was soft enough, he'd found out. The man who had bought him to be his 'Pet' was out and he was chained to his bed, awaiting serving him; his naked body ready for him at any time.

The plug in him shifted and he groaned but knew it would stay in. The blindfold hid his Master's face from him.

Sam had at first been terrified but that had been years ago, and he'd eventually found his Master to be a reasonable man in bed. He wasn't gentle all the time but he wasn't terrible to him either, no more so than the men he'd used to fuck for money outside the clubs to eat or get a place to sleep for the night. A whore made good money, he'd found that out young.

A young vampire like him could make good money, being an ageless whore had its benefits. He was born this way, Pure Blood and of a distinguished bloodline. But his family had lost its wealth and he'd refused a forced mating with another Kiss. So he had ran away when given an ultimatum, marry and mate with one of their people, or be banished…needless to say, he'd chosen the latter.

Whoring around until he met the wrong man, and ended up fucked, drugged, and sold on the black market. His Pure Blood mark showing proudly on his neck and opposite cheek, telling what he was. A Pure Blood vampire and slave for sale. Vampires were sensual but also needed copious amounts of blood. Sam was hungry but he wasn't worried, his master would bring others in to feed him later, or one to drain entirely; if they were to be killed or punished for something.

He seemed to be a powerful man, not a good one but not bad to Sam. His hunger was stronger than a normal vampire's but his Master kept it under control; strangely enough he seemed to understand his hunger far too well. And met that hunger. Death didn't deter Sam' feeding, in fact, it enhanced it. The more they fought him, the better the feed, he'd long learned from his Master and so he waited. For food or to be fucked, he wasn't questioning which came first.

His glowing eyes sensed a form approaching in the dark and then he felt his blindfold being removed, then smiled at the sight of the dark haired and brown eyed woman attending him. "I am Dorian Scaric, you must be my Cousin's new Pet, and particularly vicious I heard…hmm. Like me."

"I'm Sam, Sam Winchester." Sam said and waited.

"Why is a Pure Blood not with his Kiss?" Dorian asked curiously, sitting on the bed by him. He wasn't into women, so his Master never faulted him for talking to them. Only men.

Unless he was to feed, then he could talk all he wanted, if he did at all. More often than not, he just attacked and drank the helpless man; his hunger was mindless until he was done.

"My Kiss wanted me to mate to another Kiss's member, for an alliance, since they needed the prestige. I saw none I liked and told them so, and my father said I had to or be banished, so I chose banishment." Sam simply stated.

"Why are your eyes so red? I'm Pure Blooded and mine aren't…"Dorian said examining them.

"I am too bloated on human and alien blood; they do that when I feed too well. They always were red, now that I think about it." Sam said. "Why are you here?"

It was unusual for another to enter his chambers so secretively.

"I just wanted to meet you." Dorian said going to go now, but she made sure to tie his blindfold back on. "I have a hunt to go on now; I will see you later, Sam."

"Wait, tell me of my Master? He hides in the dark and behind masks, he cloaks from me. Even when he takes pleasure from me. Even when I feed, he hides himself behind robes and masks, is he disfigured or something? I don't mind if he is…he is my Master, it's not my place to judge him that way, only to serve him, which I will willingly…does he care for me at all?" Sam asked her as she slid into the shadows again.

"He cares for you very much, Sam. But why he hides is up to him to tell you, not me." Dorian said and was gone. He tried to leave the bed, but the manacles and chains on his collars and cuffs held him on the bed. "Bye, Sam."

"Bye, Dorian." Sam sent back and went back to sleep, awaiting his Master's visit again.

Dorian slid into the hall from her secret panel and began to walk down the hallway again. And reflected that Sam was indeed the perfect Pet to entertain her lonely cousin, and knew he more than cared for the slave.

He loved him.

But kept his distance because it was his way. He was a very powerful ruler of several Universes' worth of a crime organization and secrecy was his protection. That and he wasn't secure in the fact he could trust Sam with his true identity yet. Only time would tell.

Dorian got her weapons ready and headed to her ship, to fly to the planet with the strange deaths, and left her home planet behind again, but vowed to secretly visit her cousin and his Pet again later. Dean had his Empire well under his control, the police as well. Corruption was his gift and he wielded it well, the evil thing that he was.

But even as evil as he was, he kept his vampires in his system of planets, lest they lead hunters to him and brought danger to his people, and that was not allowed. Dorian was allowed to come and go as she saw fit because she kept his secret and…they loved each other. They were family and that meant something to them, and that meant keeping his secret and her home planet a secret as well.

No one knew it existed, and they damn well were going to keep it that way, too.

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Sam felt hands on him and waited; hands touched his chains and freed him. He instinctively turned to face his Master now, as eagerly as he could. "My pet, did you miss me?" His Master asked and Sam nodded. "I missed you, too…the meeting is done, and I can be with you now, for a bit anyway. Hold still, Pet. I have plans for that supple body of yours, ones I fully intend to enjoy."

Sam nodded again and waited, being put on his back and feeling pinching on his nipples and some stinging, curious what it was. A gag was put in his mouth and fastened in place then cold metal touched his abs. Soon more pinching and some pain was felt by his balls and cock, a slight burning tingling feeling grew where they pinched soon after. A tug on them sent him moaning loudly as it pulled them on them tightly, and his Master made a pleased noise. Then he felt liquid touch his cock and the head being pinched open at the slit. Metal slid in slowly but didn't hurt; it did feel uncomfortable though. It was soon taken out and another one was slid in slowly. It felt bigger as it slid in and this one did hurt a little, and he whimpered into his gag, which his Master ignored.

Waiting then, removing it and doing it again and again with each new metal piece getting bigger and hurting more but the pain faded and became pleasure. He'd fuck his cock with it then and stop before he could cum, then remove it, put in one bigger and do it all over again. For what felt like hours, his Master tormented him with pleasure and pain this way, and then just left the last one in. A much larger and good feeling one, in Sam's opinion. He liked the things his Master was doing so far.

The things pinching him were pulled tighter now and he gasped in pain around his gag but then it was held there, until the pain faded to pleasure and again it was released then pulled harder, and hurt then was pleasure, until his Master had him panting behind his gag in frustrated pleasure. His hands bound behind his back the whole time. He found himself lifted effortlessly by his hips now and settled over something. It was hard and pressed to his hole. One hand held him in place, while the other removed his plug, and lubed him again.

Then he was lowered onto his Master's cock and guided into the pace his Master desired. Sam moaned now and his gag was soon removed but the blindfold stayed. "Master….Master…." Sam moaned and worked his Master's cock expertly, easily picking up on how he wanted him to ride him already, his Master stroking him, pressing him hard against the metal encased in his own cock still and it drove him wild. Their tempo soon got more passionate and his Master's lips claimed his. Their kiss was slow at first but then got hotter and deeper, and needier, and all control soon was abandoned.

He bounced harder and deeper on him now, his head back as his Master removed his clamps from his nipples and sucked and bit them, and tugged and squeezed his cock and balls more. Sam screamed his pleasure, his Master working him perfectly until he came hard on command and then Dean sank fangs in, his Pure Blood satisfying his Master's hunger as only his Pure Blood vampire's blood could, it was the most valuable commodity on all his worlds.

Pure Bloods had different additives to their blood. It was sweeter and held power, power it gave to the drinker and shared with them. Having one as a Feed was rare, let alone as your personal Love Slave and Pet was unheard of…but that was what Sam was. And Dean protected him at all costs, never willing to ever let the vampire go. His Kiss had tried to get him back, but Dean wasn't giving him up. Three deaths of their members in, assassinations by his best men, and they had agreed to leave Sam with him, and leave him alone. Dean had been pleased with their response and let them live for it, and happily went back to be with his Pet, the one he would never let go of.

Sam was his and you fucked with him, it was your death.

No exceptions.

Dean was possessive that way, and knew Sam would agree if asked.

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Sam fed and then was taken for a few more hours and soon after found himself laying on the bed again while his Master explored his body playfully, going still so he could have his fun. "I'm thinking you need nipple rings, pierced ones, you are most sensitive there. They will enhance that. And one there on your balls, as well. I'll have that done later tonight. Hmmm…" Dean said laying his cheek to Sam's chest and caressing the Slave brand and tattoo on his throat, above his collar. "Mine." He said happily.

Sam said nothing. He had no gag but he knew instinctively his Master needed no answer at that moment. It wasn't a question; it was just a statement of fact.

"You look pretty all decorated in clips and clamps, and sounds in your cock, Pet. Did you like those?" Dean asked, absentmindedly playing with the sound still in his cock again, sliding it in and out with tiny movements, loving the sight of it doing that.

"Yes, Master." Sam said purring as his Master gave him pleasure by playing the sound still. "Very much!"

"Then I will do them again…as a reward sometime." Dean said smiling. "On all fours, Pet."

Sam got in position and gasped happily as Dean entered him again, caressing his body as he moved into him. "Be still, Pet, I will tell you when to move and when to cum, you know the rules."

"Yes, Sir." Sam said and waited as Dean set a steady rhythm, working his prostate expertly but the Sound locked his orgasms out so he was safe. Gradually they got harder, deeper, and more punishing and Sam cried out his pleasure with his Master's, and shared passionate kisses with him in between them, and still they made love. The bed jerked with their movements and Dean came into him several times then pulled the sound out carefully and fucked his cock with it again, making him writhe and Dean allowed it, his writhing getting him hard again and led to him fucking him again, while doing that to his cock with the Sound at the same time.

Then pulled it out when he was close and they came together, Sam screaming his orgasms, several of them that washed over like waves on a beach, pulling him into their undertow as his Master drank from him again, delaying his pleasure and suspending him in his orgasms until he was full and sated, letting up on the drinking and smiling as the bite healed instantly, leaving no mark. Running a finger over the spot, he leaned in and kissed the nearly comatose man with love and tenderness. "You have pleased me well, Pet. Rest."

"Stay…please?" Sam begged hoarsely as the darkness overtook him. "Don't go quite yet, please, Master?"

"I'll stay." Dean said and kissed him again; laying him down in his arms and spooning him back against him, making them both smile. "I love you, Pet."

Sam made no sound as he had passed out a moment before but Dean knew why. But he knew Sam loved him anyway, even though he'd never told him so, and even though Sam always passed out after he fed from this way, and never got to hear him say the words. Dean swore he'd tell him later, when he was sure Sam would understand what he did and not leave him or run in fear when he found out he was forever bound to the worst criminal and murderer in several worlds; a murderous Galactic Crime Boss that many considered a monster. Dean didn't mind them thinking that of him, but with Sam, if he did think that of him, it would break him…so he said nothing…but knew he would someday. He loved him too much not to.

Just not yet.

Then drifted off to sleep with him, Sam held in his arms and savored the feeling of him there. Loving the feeling and vowing to sleep with him this way more often now. Sam was nice to cuddle up to, Dean thought in happy surprise. And promised him a special treat when it came time to feed his Pet.

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Sam knelt on the floor, chained there by his cuffs and collar, hunger gnawing at him and he growled mindlessly. The men around him backed off in fear at facing that hunger, lest it be turned on them.

Dean was in his hood and mask but motioned for them to bring in his food. Several humans and other species of aliens were brought in, including a particularly nosy pair…a brunette and blonde, they looked related, he thought. They had been sniffing around his enterprises and had learned too much, so they were gagged and ready to be fed to Sam. The other two were slaves he'd bought for this purpose, bigger men and full of blood he badly needed.

The men were motioned to leave and Dean freed Sam and took him to the first woman, the brunette, who looked terrified. Dean was pleased with that; she wasn't defiant anymore, good.

Sam lunged at her neck and Dean let him go. Sam bit deep into her jugular and fed hungrily, gulping her down and not stopping until she was drained dry. Then he took the blonde and did the same. The bigger men tried to fight free of their bonds but failed, and Sam took their muscular necks and bit their jugular as well, gulping them down in big gulps as he straddled them to hold them down with his superior strength, draining each dry then getting off the last victim, sitting by his Master again…licking himself clean like a kitten after drinking a saucer of milk.

Dean stroked his erection he'd gotten from watching Sam's violent act and tugged on his chains. Sam obediently followed his Master bad to their bedroom and knelt by the bed. "Come here, Pet." Dean said and Sam went to him. Dean then licked all the remaining blood from his nude body and then laid him on the bed, face down, and chained him there again. Then lubed up and took him then and there, holding his hips up and thrusting in on the first go, the lube capsule and sexual stimulant in it already slicking and turning Sam to his whore again already.

Then Dean kept it slow until the drug took his Pet's mind and fucked his ass into the mattress and oblivion, and took all the pleasure from his body he wanted and more. Sam crying out and moaning, begging and incoherent at times but always his willing whore. Taking every inch and loving it. He came and filled him over and over again, Sam cumming with him every time, and the drug addicted him even more. Dean knew he soon would have so much in his system, after the two years he'd been using it on him, that soon it would make him this way for him always, and no drug would ever be needed again. He liked that thought.

Sam as addicted to that drug and his Master as he could be, the perfectly trained slave and whore, Feed and beloved Pet. Sam's mind broke again from the drug and his Master's Pleasure filling him, and when they were done, he passed out from the intensity of it all. His Master kissed his full lips and smiled as he kissed him back in his sleep. "Good Pet, rest. I'll be back soon." Dean told the slumbering man and then ordered his attendants to wipe him off and clean him gently, but not to wake him. But to let him sleep as long as he wanted and not to touch or speak to him otherwise.

They immediately rushed to do so and he smiled a satisfied smile as he went to shower and get ready to meet with more of his underbosses and talk business. Sam would be fine for a while now so he had time for some work. Sam was the one hunger he never could fully satisfy…the need, the craving, the constant hunger for his body and blood…Sam was his Feed and his insatiable need he would never be able to meet, but would always fill with more of his slave.

Sam.

And more Sam.

Let the rest of the worlds be damned and burn up,

All Dean needed and wanted to have for himself was in that bed, exhausted and spent, drugged and owned by him….

His Sammy.

His beloved Pet.

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(Epilogue)

Dean paced his study and the reports he had gotten weren't good. Sam's former Kiss wanted him back; they were sending assassins…again. This would be the third time. Dean growled furiously and called his favorite assassins, his family as well, and waited for them to pick up.

"They are after him again." Dean said with deceptive calmness, he was anything but.

"I know, my sources say they are." The man said and sighed.

"You still on your hunt?" Dean asked. He'd never interfere with a hunt on them.

"No, just finished, it was Wendigo. Dorian hates them apparently and they love her." Dante said grinning then got serious. "What do you want us to do?"

"Find that kiss, and wipe them out, not one is to be left alive! I've had enough. Find which kiss he's being arranged to mate to and kill them, too. Make it nasty and public; I want to send a message here, Dante." Dean ordered. "I'll pay you both triple if you do it well. I will be watching the news to see if you did it."

"On it." Dorian said wiping a blade off, hunting was great and all, she thought, but it didn't pay worth shit. But doing the occasional assassination for Dean and the slave procuring that they helped John with paid very well, especially when Dean was pissed at someone. "Triple pay, remember that, Cuz." She told Dean.

"It will be in your accounts by morning." Dean promised then hung up and called his fathers.

John got to the phone first and laughed. "I don't care if you suck my cock; you do not get the ship to go buy more of that rot gut crap again, Bobby!" Then he smiled at the face on the screen. "Son, hi, how's business?"

"Good, got some pest issues but they're being exterminated as we speak, you guys?" Dean asked and saw them smile.

"Got a buy coming up near you sometime this quarter, as soon as the buyer gets the cash together, a big one too, both items…going to be expensive but he's good for it." John said, doing something on the computer. "How's that Pet we found you working out?" He asked.

Sam had seemed perfect for Dean's needs, so they'd drugged him after paying him for sex. Both had fucked him first, then bound him and sold him to Dean. They were Slavers and gun dealers; arms of any sort was pretty much what they offered, and they weren't picky who they sold to. They were good at their jobs and everyone knew it. That and they were the only Slavers that worked in Dean's Empire, John made sure of that. One slaver per Empire was enough in his opinion; he tended to kill you if you tried to work Slaves in his territory.

Dean knew his father was the best and the only Slaver he trusted.

His family weren't good people. Hell, they weren't even halfway decent ones. They were fairly evil really. With some good in there but not much.

They were thieves, killers, whores, liars, and downright cruel bastards, but also damn good at torture and enslavement, too. And they pretty much let Dean order them around and worked for him at times, sometimes freelance. But they were always thick and close; nothing broke them apart.

Not even the space demons that had killed his Mom and left his father alone, until he found a fellow slaver he couldn't live without and mated to him. Bobby Singer was the best thing to ever happen to that man. That very vampiric man. A Pure blood like Sam, but Dean's mother had been a normal vampire, so Dean didn't get the Pure Blood gene. But it did take one Pure Blood to spot another one, and spot one John had done…Sam. Then sold him to his son for a tidy profit.

Everything had its price. Corruption was rampant in the universes, one galaxy to another only got worse. Cops had their price and Dean could afford it, so could his family. Most cops in the universes worked for or were paid by him and paid well for their 'faithful' services. Government officials and planetary ones all bowed to his Will and Dean was content.

Having Sam by his side made it worth it.

"Really well. He's nearly trained, doing great so far. He's taking to it perfectly so I expect him to be properly broken in and the way I want him by the time you visit." Dean said, with more sex and addiction to Dean and his body, his Feeding, and the drugs would cement his claim to the man's mind, body, and all of him soon. Sam would be his fully soon enough, with a bit more work. But he was still learning how to please Dean, which he did more often than not, hell, all the time. But the pain and masochism he was teaching him to bear was still just starting. Whipping and such hadn't happened yet and Dean was being patient about waiting to do that. He loved nothing more than to whip someone bloody, push them past their pain limits and keep going, flog them, or spank them painful and red and then fuck them raw, but Sam wasn't there yet, hence the drugs to help get him there. "I need a favor."

"Anything, son. What do you need?" Bobby said taking the phone as John went to shower after their night of sex.

"I need you to find a demon, a yellow eyed one. He goes by the name of Azazel. He's the one that bled in my mouth and he tried to kill Sam to get to me again, and I want his head on a stick, literally! My sources told me he's in your quadrant there…I'll pay well for his head with a mark binding his soul into it. I want to torture him then make him hurt so badly he'd beg me to kill him, then maybe…I will do it." Dean said coldly. "How much?"

"Triple pay?" Bobby asked and got the scrying kit down. "How soon?"

"ASAP, I want him now." Dean said and the man nodded.

"We'll find him, don't worry." Bobby said. "We'll be in touch."

"Thanks." Dean said and hung up, then went to peek in on Sam. He was still sleeping, as expected, chained to the bed per usual, just where he liked him. "Is the plug in?" He asked the attendants as they stood nearby, awaiting service.

"Yes, Sir, lubed up with three lube capsules, per your usual requirements, three times a day. The drug in the capsules seems to be addicting him quite nicely…although the growing thirst, aggression, and hunger he now exhibits from it is troubling…" One said biting a lip.

"I'm fine with that side effect. I'll just feed him the blood of my enemies, and all he needs to stay fed and happy." Dean said calmly. "Bathe him when he awakes and get him ready with more capsules. I will have use for him soon after that…I desire him again already, I'm not nearly sated of my need for him yet…call me when he awakes."

"Yes, Sir." The man said going pale.

"Good man." Dean said then went to his office nearby to await his Pet's awakening, and stroked his hard cock through his pants, saving his passion for the man in there.

Sam had fed him and been fucked by him for days, so he was exhausted. But now soon it would be time to be taken again by his Master. So Dean awaited his pleasure, their pleasure, and their Eternal bliss.

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