Fly Me Home

by starglow71

Unrelated Sam/Dean. SciFi Fic. Sam's a human seeking a mate and he's a hunter, a legally recognized profession all across the universes now. Dean is a bounty hunting alien whose lonely and seeking a mate of his own. They find each other and begin a new adventure that spans through time and space, and brings many surprises in store for them as they move through it together.

1. The Maiden Voyage of Sam

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or the characters thereof.

Sci-Fi Fic. A sci-fi Winchester story. Based in futuristic where they live on planets and fly in space ships. Not a normal one, they don't live on Earth nor are they Earthlings.

Warning: Wincest! Unrelated now but still is Sam and Dean. Sam/Dean. Some language, graphic imagery. Some hinted 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.

Plot: Sam's a human seeking a mate and he's a hunter, a legally recognized profession all across the universes now. Dean is a bounty hunting alien whose lonely and seeking a mate of his own. They find each other and begin a new adventure that spans through time and space, and brings many surprises in store for them as they move through it together.

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The year was 2457 A.D.

The room was full of seated beings, a mixture of them, some human, some not. But all were here for one purpose: marriage and mating. All hope for a good match. But only one could be chosen.

Samuel Singer nibbled his lip as he took his seat in the large room, eying the padded pallet in front of the larger throne-like chair across the room from the group of chairs he currently sat in.

He was good-looking enough, tall and lean, not too muscled and not so small he couldn't be called a twink either. He looked like a top. He came off as confident and self-assured. But he wasn't really a top; he wanted to be a bottom but nobody wanted a bottom more butch and manly than they were. They also might have a problem with the other side of his personality…the more exotic erotic side. The one that had scared all the others off so far. Apparently someone had failed to mention that Submissives weren't likely to be the ones wielding the whip and toys and using them on you; that that was the Dominant's job…but then again, those idiots had failed to show up for that class…obviously. And, also, no kinky man in his right mind would go for an unwilling man; so they clearly were not candidates for kink anytime soon.

He had tried to date humans, he'd done the club thing…hated it. He was saving himself and most dominant guys wanted to get laid along with their kink, and that was one thing Sam was not giving up; not even for a toy in him. He'd done a butt plug once before years ago, when being trained in it, but that's it. No sex was allowed. They wanted to get off…they had to do that themselves. His mouth and ass were not available.

He would get himself off for them. They could watch, just not touch.

Most had agreed, got off, and then left. Others flatly had refused to play with him after he informed them of that fact.

Not unlike the men now.

Being kinky, into men and not in the least bit inclined to have sex with women, and not some pushover kind of man, scared them off. Sam was getting really tired of this. Tired of trying and being found lacking. They all wanted wussy little men that bowed to their every little petty wish and made them feel like big men, rather than the big bullies they really were. 'Yes, Dear' was a common phrase they probably expected said men to say to them often, too. He may lean more toward the Submissive end of the spectrum but he didn't lean that far into it. Not for some mean bully kind of guy who would treat him like some kind of doormat/maid either. He may cook fairly well, and be willing to clean for a guy, but not because they just assumed it was their due as the 'man' of the house. Which insinuated he was the 'woman' of the house, which he most certainly wasn't.

He'd been raised to be better than that.

Being kinky and Dominant/ Submissive with each other was an equal partnership, each contributing and completing and meeting the other's needs; sharing and being equals to each other in their own way, the Submissive, granted, got most of the work but then again, they wanted it. The Dom gave them that job and his or her job was to help them do that job well, making each other better men or women, not making one less of a person than the other.

They wanted slaves, and Submissives most certainly were not slaves! Not even close…

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Sam was human, 100% Grade A all American Male, and proud of it. He'd discovered he liked kink when he was sixteen. He'd observed the kinky members in his Dad's clubs until he could do it for himself then his father had let him hire a Dom at 18 to teach himself how to do it. After that, he'd done that for a couple years then set off on his own. Then had tried dating, and other ways of finding men; all humans, of course. No one made him want them enough; they just hadn't…done it for him; so he'd given up on it for a bit.

Then the Earth had joined the Galactic Alliance of Planets and aliens had got on the menu. So he'd tried the new Government funded Galactic Interspecies Mating Organization. And here he was, two years later, still alone and hoping that this time, just once, the man liked him; not the next pretty little 'vanilla' person or alien that wasn't him. At least he hoped they'd like him enough to ask for a personal interview. A really short one would be nice…

Being turned down all the time was getting depressing.

His father, Bobby Singer, lived on Earth and had supported his decision to do this. His only advice had been to choose with his head and heart, not his groin and dick. Pick for love, not because he was infatuated or desired the guy. This was a commitment, a marriage as real as any marriage on Earth. He should really want who he was with or he should move on. Don't choose just because you're lonely.

Sam was trying but it was so tempting to just give up and be what they wanted, rather than who he really was. Coming in last and being told to leave got old fast; especially after two years' worth of it.

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Time ticked by slowly as the candidates' eyes kept going to the clock unbidden as they waited for the prospective suitor to show up. They all sized each other up and Sam knew he wasn't the only one hoping he wasn't told to leave…again. They all had been through it. They may be competitive about it but, in the end, they knew it wasn't in their hands if they were chosen; it was for the suitor to decide that.

And the helpless feeling, the feeling of having no control over their choices here, was painful and scary in equal portions.

Then the doors at the far side of the hall opened and he came in.

He was over ten feet tall, heavily muscled and green skinned, a dark green, and his eyes were glowing emeralds that sparkled in the lights overhead. He was strong built and wide shouldered, his white and gold tunic fit him well and flowed just past his hips, over matching loose fitting tunic pants, and he had burnished blonde hair with light green streaks through it. Little gold and green flecks showed in his dark green lashes over distinctly catlike eyes lined in black lines, reminding Sam of a cheetah he'd seen at a zoo once; which made him the most exotic and gorgeous alien he had seen so far.

The man's eyes swept the group as he took his seat then motioned to the pallet. "Present yourselves." He ordered. His gravelly and sexy voice said as the most heart stopping smile lit his petal-like light green lips, curving them up oh-so-sexily, in Sam's not so humble and suddenly unreasonably jealous opinion.

Sam watched as the others addressed him, standing and introducing themselves. Some knelt to do it, others offered it seductively, practically offering themselves like whores, in his opinion; he was still denying he was jealous at that point. In the meantime, he tried to figure out how to do his own presentation. The alien must have read his file and couldn't have missed the more exotic parts of his personality; Sam reasoned. He also couldn't have missed his flaws either.

The being was flawless, Sam thought sadly. Why would he want him, a lowly human, when he had the pick of so many others that were clearly better and more suited to his tastes…that were aliens like him even…how did a human like him even stand a chance against those things? He'd presented himself before, but mostly with words, even knelt, but he figured he'd rather get the rejection over with this time, before it got the chance to hurt him again.

So, taking a deep breath to calm the nerves that were threatening to choke him, he proceeded forward. Then stripped and went to his knees, bowing his head, then leaned forward and laid his arms to the floor over his head and rested his forehead to the pallet's soft surface. Bowing respectfully to the clearly Dominant being then stayed that way. Presenting himself the way his Training Dom had taught him to. He'd said this was the proper way for a Submissive to present himself when asked to, so Sam figured what the Hell, let's just be honest and get it over with…be honest for once about who he was and what he was looking for in his Mate. He wanted a man to love, to be lovers with and Submissive to at times. A man that would both dominate him and treat him as an equal at times, too.

In other words, a normal guy with kinky tendencies. Like him.

He clenched his eyes shut tight and held his breath, awaiting the polite refusal and order to get dressed. The polite 'no thank you' that usually followed every damn meeting he'd had with the men that had showed up so far was expected…why should this one be any different?

He also didn't move, he was presenting and one didn't move while 'presenting'…they waited to be told to move so he was doing so, like the good kinky man that he was.

It didn't come. Instead he heard the chair move and boots on the floor walking. He hoped not out of the room in disgust then sighed in relief when they sounded like they were getting closer. He was happy as he felt fingers run over his thighs and up to his shoulders and run through his tousled longer hair that the man tugged at gently, testing him. He moaned softly at finally being touched and maybe wanted again but somehow managed to be good and stayed still. The man then went back to playing with the back of his neck and shoulders, exploring and examining him. He let the man do it since this was more than he'd dare to hope for and he didn't want to spoil the moment. He would take what he could get from the man. He was doing what his father had said not to but couldn't stop himself from doing it…he was desperately lonely and doing it for that reason.

Wrong choice or not, he had made it and he wasn't going to change his mind this late in the game. It was too late to back out now.

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The man leaned over the man kneeling there and approved. He had indeed 'offered' himself well. He was beautiful in a manly kind of way, so that didn't hurt either. Nor was he ashamed of his choice of lifestyles, proudly showing his Submission when it would have been easier to settle for doing what the others had done. Dean had read his file and had found him intriguing…this didn't make him any less intriguing either. It also didn't help him desire him any less either.

To desire to take it even further, to the inevitable conclusion that usually followed when such an offering was presented and accepted. Dean held himself back with great difficulty at that point.

"Leave." He told the others, eyes and fingers still on Sam alone, eating up the sight of him kneeling there. "I wish to speak to this one."

The others let out sounds of disappointment but left, regret clearly etched on their faces as the large alien chose the human over them. Most were jealous, but others were hoping he got him. Sam was a nice guy and deserved to be happy, too. Competition didn't mean they weren't friends, it just meant they hid it well.

Dean pulled reluctantly himself away from the man and went to sit on a 'Fainting' couch nearby, tapping his lap with a hand. "Sam, come here." He said and the naked man got up and went to dress. "I didn't say dress. If I wanted you dressed, I'd have said so. I like you naked for now, come here." He restated firmly and Sam quickly walked over and sat on his lap. Dean situated him on the couch with him then, his bottom on the soft fabric and legs folded over Dean's larger legs. Spreading them slightly, he trailed fingers along Sam's strong thighs and back, pulling him to cuddle close as they talked. "You have a safe word you like?" He asked, testing the man. Only serious Submissives had one, so…

"Avalanche." Sam said softly, head down but smiling. Fingers trailing little circles on the man's chest over his silk shirt, hard muscles under such soft skin, he sighed. Like stone but warmer. He liked it. He also prayed the man wouldn't stop touching him the way he was at the moment; he really was enjoying it. He hadn't been touched for a very long time. One of the rules of the place was no getting involved or touching anyone else while searching for a mate while living there with them; in case they found their 'one' and wanted to share themselves with them instead. It was only fair to both parties if they did.

"So, tell me about yourself…" Dean insisted.

"My name is Samuel Singer. I'm human and from Earth. My Dad runs a BDSM club or two there. I grew up with it. I'm a Hunter; I've hunted since I was a child with my family. I also discovered I liked the more exotic stuff at sixteen but had to wait until 18 to learn how to do it. Dad helped me find a Dom to instruct me in it, but without actual sex or touching that way. The man was a gentleman." Sam said. "I learned the pleasurable side of it and…the punishments as well. Did them both so I'd know how they felt and what they were. Whipping, Flogging, and spanking followed. Then all the toys, clamps and such, clips, rings, things like that. I put a plug in at times and did myself occasionally until I mastered how to do it. Then moved onto masochistic things, pain play, and blood stuff. I did it and hated it. The masochism was great; I'm no pain freak but I liked it, it gets me excited and turns me on. The pain and blood was too much, but I tried it so I would know what I could take and couldn't." Sam looked down and sighed. "I'm a virgin, I swear."

"In what ways?" Dean asked. Impressed he'd gone so far to go through formal training like that. He could tell he had, he'd presented himself perfectly. "Did he…touch you?"

He hated that thought but didn't say it.

"I've never done anal since my training and it was only a plug and dildo, and only a couple times briefly so I'd know how to do it later. I…I've been to a pleasure house before…once they did the United thing with the Galactic Alliance. I tried sex with an alien. I tried the females but nothing worked there; I figured it wouldn't. I never really liked women that way, as friends they were fine but as lovers…not so much. I tried this boy…no more than 18, he had blue skin and purple hair, and his nose was pressed in with strange gills over it between his eyes. I don't know what species he was…he sucked me and I came, then I fucked him twice with protection, and that was…six years ago…I think, it's been a really long time since I've touched anyone or be touched sexually, I do know that much." Sam said. "I've never let a man touch my ass or mouth that way…I was saving those. I don't top much; just that one time…I didn't really enjoy it that much, to be honest."

"But you want a normal life, too, regular sex, love making like men do without the kink at times?" Dean asked. He was kinky but also liked a more relaxed love-life and real life with his lovers. Being kinky didn't mean you didn't like a glass of wine, some conversation, and sharing a home and loving each other without bondage or anything between yourselves at times. It wasn't all about safe words or kink, but also included hopes to hear words of love, talk about work, or books, or other stuff. Talking things out and even something so mundane as finding out how their days went and sharing meals with each other. He wanted that, too. He hoped Sam did, too.

"Yes, I do." Sam admitted. "A bit of normal with the more exotic erotic stuff at times, too, would be great." His Dad had once said life existed outside the club, too. For him to understand that if he wanted to have a really fulfilling relationship. Kink was fine and dandy but more happened in life that whips and such could not fix…a little 'normal' balanced you out that way. One could not build a life on just Submission and such; there had been more to make it work in the long run. For love to grow between you.

"So you don't mind a man that's kind of kinky but also a regular guy, too?" Dean asked, leaning close as he cupped Sam's ass and found it well-muscled but firm, and found himself dying to kiss Sam.

"I'd love a guy a like that." Sam said leaning into him as well, Dean's hand sliding up his thigh to test his balls and dick as well, making him moan softly. "I'd love him a lot…with all my heart and serve him well."

"Say it, Sammy…name me…" Dean said brushing his lips over his like a whisper of a promise of Love Waiting.

"Master…" Sam sighed happily. "My love…my Mate?"

"Yes, all of those things, But 'Master' only in the bedroom." Dean said and Sam licked a lip nervously and nodded. Then, unable to resist any longer, he swooped in and captured Sam's soft lips in a kiss that seared them both to the core and left them needy for more. "I want you, Sam. Be mine?"

"Yes, I'm yours." Sam said breathlessly. Dean then kissed him for a few more minutes then helped him up.

"You may get dressed now, Love. I will go make the arrangements." Dean said then headed out, green eyes glowing in the dying light of the windows; the lights overhead had dimmed automatically so they could have a more romantic atmosphere to talk in before. "Wait in here for me."

"Yes, Sir." Sam said and smiled as Dean chuckled.

"My name is Dean. Call me that." Dean said.

"Dean…" Sam said and tested it on his tongue, liking it immediately. "I like it."

"I like 'Sam', too." Dean said and left. Sam dressed quickly and sat down again, watching the door and happily awaiting his new husband and Master to come for him. Dean returned soon after and they left to the Candidate's building to retrieve his things. "You will live with me now, Sam." Dean told him. "We will marry soon."

"I'd like that." Sam said. He had no real home here, hadn't since he joined the Mating Group and took a quarters there to stay in. This was expected. One lived there until their Mate chose them. They talked and agreed to it, then married. It happened fast but it was an effective system. "Where will we live?" Sam asked curiously as they headed to his little room.

"On my ship, of course. I live on my ship." Dean said and eyed the tiny room. A little bed, a nightstand with lamp, a few books on a shelf over it, and a desk and dresser nearby. That's it. Very Spartan really. He thought. Not a real home for him at all. It lacked any sense of the person living there. He figured that was the intended effect, since they were expected to find mates this way; not stay there forever.

A lonely little room, he reflected sadly as Sam gathered his things and approached him. "I'm ready." Sam told him, eager to be off and see their new home. Dean saw this and was pleased. Sam was perfect for him, he could tell that much already!

Then they headed to his ship to settle his new Mate in for the night, in separate quarters until they were wed. Sam in his bed would break what brittle control he'd found so far in pieces so Sam didn't get to go there yet. Later would happen though. Even though the six foot or so smaller human and ten foot tall massive alien might need to discuss how to go about sex later, too…he thought. He was not small down there, about average for his species but a lot larger than most humans could take. He'd have work into his Mate really carefully; maybe with a larger dildo or plug…he had one here somewhere, he was sure of it. That thought then led him to start digging one out and finding the largest one he had; it was molded after his own dick so he knew it would work best to prepare him.

Then headed to the man's room to get him ready for bed…with the plug in until the wedding night, of course. So he wouldn't hurt him.

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He approached Sam as he lay there, and said. "Sam, I need to do something to prepare you for my taking you later…on all fours please?"

Sam gave him a curious look and a wide scared look at the plug but did as ordered. Dean lubed it up with abundant amounts of lube and used fingers to work him open first, then slowly eased it in, eventually having Sam bite a pillow so he could push it all in with one hard push. Sam screamed into the pillow and tears touched his clenched eyes but he took it. Then Dean tenderly eased his ass into a more comfortable position for the night. "I'm sorry it hurts but…it's necessary. My actual dick has little pores that have a special lube they secrete during sex. It takes the pain away, soothes and helps relax your hole to receive me better, and also increases the pleasure you feel as you absorb it. You become addicted to being taken eventually. It makes it more acceptable for you in the end…literally. It is the size of my actual organ so you will be loose and pain free when we mate later. I'm sorry it hurt, but it won't later, I promise. We secrete pleasure aphrodisiacs from our bodies; it's a natural fluid we carry. It will inflame your body and mind for me and me alone…but I get the feeling you already feel that way…right? Am I reading you wrong?" Dean said anxiously. "It's only until tomorrow afternoon, then it's gone, keep it in. Please give this a chance…you won't regret it."

"It hurts…" Sam said tearing up at the pain.

"It will ease soon." Dean reassured him. "The lube has a healing and numbing agent in it. It should work soon."

Sam was already feeling the burning agony in his ass ebb to a low roar so he figured he was probably right. "Okay, I'll trust you on this."

He didn't want to…he wanted that monstrous dildo out of his bleeding ass; the blood on the sheets told him that much. It had torn him up a bit but it was healing, he could tell that already. He could feel himself already relaxing around it, getting used to it and realized the lube really did have a healing agent in it. He was grateful his Master had thought to use it on him before he did this. He understood why and agreed if he was to take his Mate the next day, a lot of stretching would definitely be called for.

Dean was a giant compared to his much smaller human form. His dick must be as well. Dean was trying to spare him pain later, so he forgave him for this now. He badly wanted to be penetrated by his mate, so he needed to be stretched to fit him better. Dean was thoughtful to do this for him. Sam thought. Even though having that thing rammed up his ass so unceremoniously could have been avoided. A little gentler way would have been nice!

He wasn't against a dildo in there, but damn he didn't think he'd be able to sleep with it there.

Dean offered him a golden cup and Sam eyed it uncertainly. "It's a sleeping drought, so you can sleep better. I know that plug isn't comfortable so I want you to be able to sleep and not feel it in you…please take it?" Dean asked and Sam drank it, finding it very tasty, like vanilla and cherries mixed. "Goodnight, Sam." He said as the drug took effect. "I love you."

"Good night, Dean." Sam said then was out. Dean was sad he couldn't say he loved him back but knew it was probably too soon for a human to know it. He, on the other hand, had fallen for the man as soon as he'd stripped and presented himself before him. He'd loved him instantly.

Sam would grow to love him, Dean was sure of it. And couldn't wait for the matching collars they would soon wear, showing their kinky status. Normal couples got rings and prestige. Kinky ones got collars and exclusive entry and privileges to all the more Exotic places in their world, and more freedom with their sex play. Normal ones lived normal boring lives in fancy high buildings and pretty cities. Kinky ones tended to have more dangerous jobs and lived more risqué lives. They weren't divided into social classes but the normal ones tended to get better perks from society but Dean didn't mind. He was a Bounty Hunter, and Sam would be one with him now; he was a Hunter already so that helped. He'd hunt with him after this. Sam could also help run his ship as well with him, too. He only had two other crew members…he was the pilot, Ash did the computer stuff, and Jo did the navigation. Sam could help with the other stuff, or take the co-pilot seat if he had the inclination. His file said he was trained to fly one, so he'd do well at it.

Dean's father was a retired hunter. Not for the law, like him, but of the Supernatural, which seemed to have become a problem for all the Worlds lately. Vampiric aliens, Were aliens, and even stranger ones were showing up. His prey wasn't normal anymore, they were different. The Supernatural had infected them and the hunters like Sam and his folks, Dean's family, too, fought them with him. On their own, flying through galaxy after galaxy to do so.

Barely going home themselves. Dean's family were nomadic as well, but kept a homestead on his home planet, Zoric 1.

If Sam's Dad was who he thought he was, the best hunter there ever had been, the one that had trained his cousins and his folks to hunt the way they did, then he was sure Sam already knew how to, too. Bobby would have trained his son to hunt the Supernatural as well, if only just for personal protection. He had mentioned he had a son before, they just hadn't pushed it. They spoke often, his parents and Bobby, but hadn't seen each other in over twenty years.

Not since a couple years after a demon had killed Karen, Bobby's wife, and he'd gone into hunting, and then retired a few years later to do the information hub thing. There were hundreds in each galaxy; so they were easily accessible to both Bounty Hunters and Bounty Hunters alike, of all species; none were discriminated against. They fought the evil that had taken over their worlds as best they could, so all the help they could find was appreciated.

Even that from a massive being over ten feet tall and multicolored, like Dean and his family. Even three eyed and multi-limbed hunters were springing up. All species were getting involved and Dean was grateful for the help. Several alien species now lived on Earth as well, and Earthlings lived on alien worlds, too. Mated to them, lived with them, and, for the most part, they got along very well…despite looking much different than the littler beings that most Earthlings were.

Not unlike his Sam asleep in the next room. Dean dozed but found sleep an elusive prey and soon gave up on it, settling for going to helm to help Ash install the new engines they'd bought the day before.

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"Can't sleep?" Ash teased him, Ash was blue skinned and violet haired, with white gold eyes with no pupils, but about the size of Dean's species. Jo was pink skinned with purple hair, Ash's mate and fellow Calledorian... their planet being several cre-secs away. They called their folks often but hadn't been back in over a year to visit. Dean visited when he ran into his folks and family at places he landed at sometimes in hunts.

Being nomadic meant they had to steal what time they had while they could. So they tried to. And they talked via coms and vid chats often.

"No, too excited and worried about tomorrow." Dean said as he tightened some bolts for them. "He just got the dildo in to prepare him for me, and it hurt…I hated to do it but it's the only way he could ever accommodate me…think he hates me for it?"

"Nah, you explained why and all, right? Did he say no?" Ash asked, taking the wrench to tighten his own bolt.

"No, he said it was fine. I explained about our secretions and he agreed it would be better that way." Dean said.

"Then he doesn't hate you." Ash reassured his friend. "It's all just new to him…hell, Jo wore one for a week before she let me fuck her. I was huge and she was scared. But married me anyway. Now she takes me fine and loves me more as well. It's just a bad moment all mates have to go through when they are with us."

Ash secreted Pleasure as well, only Calledorian and Zoricians did this, so did Jo; so they were equally addicted to each other, and didn't mind it at all. It even made their connection to each other stronger, much like he hoped it would do for him and Sam as well. Everyone knew the Zorician fluids did it, but not the Calledorian ones, and they kept that a secret, too, just in case someone went after their kind because of it as well. So far no one knew that and they were left alone. The Zoricians were not so lucky…they were hunted down for their fluids and damned if they wished they weren't.

Ash banged the side of the engine and hollered right about then; interrupting Dean's preoccupied thoughts . "Start it up, honey…see how she runs now!" He said to Jo and it powered up, running loud then quiet, making him nod happily. "Well, one down, three more to go. Wanna help, Dean?" He asked the green man.

"Love to." Dean said and soon they were working on another engine…and waiting expectantly for the next day's events. Hoping Sam didn't change his mind about mating to him. He knew this pain part would end soon. The secretions also worked on Sam's libido, making him yearn for his mate more once they took effect. They also affected his ass and the hole there. Making him open and ready for him at all times once the lube and secretions changed him back there to suit his Mate's organ better.

It wouldn't hurt ever again. Dean was sure of that. He was raised to know that.

He just hoped Sam let him continue to where it didn't hurt the man, that he'd give him the benefit of the doubt and trust him on this one… and not change his mind.

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The next day Sam awoke to breakfast in bed and flowers on the tray, Dean offering it nervously.

He sat up and winced as the dildo made his ass ache but said nothing, doing his best to ignore it. He wanted this being, he wanted to marry and mate to him…and if it included an oversized toy in his ass so it wouldn't hurt later when he was taken…he was all for it. A throb shot through him as he sat wrong and he sighed in relief when he adjusted to a better position soon after.

"It still hurt too much?" Dean asked worried. He'd noticed the wince.

"It aches but doesn't hurt. The lube is helping, thank you for using it." Sam said and offered his lips for a kiss. Dean leaned down and kissed him then, pouring his heart into their kiss and moaning softly. Then breaking it to sit by Sam with his own tray to eat with him. "Roses…where did you get them from?" He knew they were rare and hard to come by.

"I know a couple here with a flower shop, they had some Earth flowers and I thought you'd like these best." Dean said and held them out to Sam, who sniffed and took them smiling, happy eyes on him.

"They must have been expensive…" Sam objected. Dean wasn't that well off, how could he afford this?

"They are old friends, and they gave me a good deal on them." Dean said. "Don't worry, I could afford them."

"Okay, but I don't want you to go to any extremes for me financially. I am perfectly willing to live within modest means if I have to. I always have." Sam insisted.

"I won't, and I live pretty modestly really, so a splurge for my Mate sometimes won't break the budget…trust me, love. You're worth the extra expense, Sam. I'd do anything for you…I really do love you." Dean reassured him, he wasn't rich by any stretch of the imagination, but he had some money saved up.

"I'm growing to love you, too." Sam admitted, "Could do without the pain in my ass but…oh, well. If it helps you mate to me better, I'm all for a bit of pain."

"I was worried you'd say no after this." Dean confessed. "Our kind, our species, we're bigger everywhere… so we learned ways to help our mates…" Dean tried to find the right phrase here. "Adapt to our more massive bodies easier. We try not to hurt our mates, believe me."

"Did your mom go through this for her wedding night?" Sam asked. It was a custom? Damn, that was one weird custom. Painful, too!

"Yes, in both holes. Mating requires we take our Mates completely for it join us fully. She was waiting for two days with hers in before they did it. Then she never hurt from sex with him again." Dean said matter of factly.

"How did they meet?" Sam asked, surprising him by cuddling into his side and chest, and laying his legs over Dean's for him to touch and caress like before. Dean doing just that as they talked now and Sam rested his head against Dean's chest again. His fingers making little explorative trails along his body and Dean let him, giving him free reign to touch him.

"Mom was kidnapped by some slavers from our planet. Dad found her on a hunt and bought her, then freed her soon after. He killed the slaver for taking her and then he married her, since he'd loved her at first sight. They mated two days later. Then he trained her to hunt, and now they hunt together." Dean said. "My brother, Adam, works on a poorer planet as a doctor, but he's the holdout. We all hunt for the most part. Are pretty nomadic."

"What's your planet like? Do you have a real home there?" Sam asked.

"Yes, we have a homestead on Zoric 1. That's its name. It's a fairly small planet. We do mostly ranching and farming there. We raise horses, cattle, and sheep…Earth ones. We copied their DNA when they went extinct and cloned them, then let them breed and now they just run free there, natural ones like the ones before on Earth. My Uncles, Caleb and Jim, run it for us when we can't be there. They are our foremen and they do a good job with it…they are real cowboy types…so they enjoy running a ranch and don't mind us not being there. We make pretty good money, too." Dean said at Sam's amazed look he gave him. "Our sky is pink during the day, but blue at night. Our suns, we have four, are red, green, fuchsia, and lavender. But our moons, there are three of those, are a light blue, light pink, and light yellow. It's a very colorful place. Our water is blue, like your Caribbean on Earth there and there's no pollution…we have air cleansers everywhere so they keep it pristine."

"So it's a peaceful place?" Sam asked, Earth was nice but had gotten warlike and more monsters kept showing up, keeping Earth and alien hunters busy most of the time.

"Yes, we have no war, famine, or hunger there." Dean said then got sad. "Dad once told me that evil only used to exist on Earth, the monsters I mean, sorry. But that they stowed away on ships once you joined our alliance. Then found their ways to other worlds and tainted them, especially the demons. That's why the other beings I arrest are different than before sometimes…they are possessed or something."

"Yeah, my Dad said the same thing when I asked." Sam admitted.

"Tell me about him, you growing up." Dean said and Sam smiled wistfully as he recalled it.

"I was five when my Mom was possessed and tried to kill me, Dad shot her and his friend, Rufus, helped put her down. I was hurt so I was taken to the hospital and they said it was a car accident. Mom was gone and I went home soon after. Dad hunted for years then just quit, never said why…then opened his first BDSM club in our home town, a year later another one in another city nearby, and soon he had about ten. He still has them. He's a dominant, but he respects my Submissive preferences. Says it's just as good to be Submissive or Dominant, but neither choice entitles you to throw your self-respect and dignity away to do either and nor do they make you less than you were before you chose to be either way. You are still you and worthy of love and respect; however you choose to play or live." Sam said then shook his head. "I watched the kink once I hit fifteen…I used to sneak peeks before bedtime; our home was above the place so it wasn't that hard to catch them doing it. Sixteen when I found myself aroused by it and figured out I liked it. Nearly seventeen when I found out I was Submissive, and eighteen when I asked to trained in it. And at twenty, Dad said I knew what I was doing, and said it was up to me where it went from here, that he wouldn't stand in my way if and when I chose a Dom of my own someday."

"Did you?" Dean asked, jealousy rearing its head again at the thought of anyone else touching Sam that way. Dominating his Submissive when they clearly weren't Sam's true mate, like Dean was!

"I tried, but when they found there would be no touching outside of the toys and such, no penetration or blow jobs, and they'd have to work out their own releases…well, they went away and I moved onto normal relationships. But again they had to have sex and I wouldn't do it, so we broke up. Taunted me was I waiting for the priesthood or what? Said to give it up already. But I still didn't, I just gave them up." Sam said. "Then I hunted with some friends and…joined the Mating place to see if I'd have better luck with them. I just figured an alien might be more to my tastes then…and you were." Sam said blushing and getting kissed for the compliment. "You have no idea how scared I was you'd turn me down. That's why I did the presentation thing, to get the rejection over with. They were fine with how I looked, for the most part. They said I was too much smaller than them most of the time, too full of myself…like having confidence was wrong or something! I'm still Submissive, just not all the time. And I happen to feel being Submissive sexually does not translate to being someone's bitch, housekeeper, and cook, nor does it mean one has to bow and scrape at your feet 24 hours a day either. One deserves a life outside of their home. I always had one…and this is not selling myself into slavery, despite what those guys thought. They just wanted some little twink to clean, cook, and tend to them, without giving them an ounce of freedom or respect for what they could do for them, for the potential for love and goodness they held inside them they were meant to share with their future mates; not so they could become their doormats."

He shrugged at that. "I was too…manly for them, not nearly feminine or pretty enough for them…I was a guy, what did they expect? Not to mention, they found out I was really serious about my leather and kinkiness, and that scared them off much quicker! I'm submissive, I do not have a whip nor did I have bondage waiting to tie them up and make them bleed from it whipping them…that's not how Submission's works. Hell, it's not even what Dominance is about! But tell them that…they didn't listen, they just said no and asked me to leave. Some even called me a sick freak and stuff like that." He nodded at Dean's look and added. "I've seen how many men go to my Dad's clubs…so I'm very aware that I'm not the only one like this…there are hundreds of us. People just like to pretend we're not there. Just like they think if we just sleep with a girl we'll just change our minds instantly about being gay, or that we always want them, despite them being Straight and very undesirable for that fact alone. No gay guy in his right mind would ever look at a straight guy and say, "Hey, you are the most desirable thing in the room." Then just fuck said straight guy right over a table immediately…but they always expected me to. For nearly two years, they did that and I was so expecting you to, too."

"I wouldn't have done that. I was looking for a kinky mate like you, too." Dean said shrugging. "I've been looking for years, too."

"Well, not anymore." Sam said happily offering his fingers to lick and Dean sucked them clean, earning a moan from Sam. He soon kissed down his chest and took him in his mouth, sucking him hard and fast until he came twice then went back up to kiss and cuddle him again. "Today this thing comes out, and you make love to me…and we get to be together for the rest of our lives."

"Even with the painful dildo experience, you'd still marry me?" Dean said.

"Yes, but I could have done without the dildo." Sam teased, knowing better.

"You couldn't have, trust me. I'd have broken you without doing it first." Dean said seriously then smiled. "You want to go to the bathroom? I can get it out then put it back in once you're ready for it?"

"I could use your help with that. I do have to go." Sam admitted and headed to the bathroom where Dean eased it out for him and let him go. Then he bathed and got on the bed again, and Dean worked it back in. Then Sam, finding out it didn't hurt this time, felt a few test thrusts and found they felt so good he moaned, and Dean used it to peg his prostate until he came crying out Dean's name, begging for more. To which Dean used the dildo to fuck him the rest of the morning and stroked him as he came for him every time he did it to him. Then left it in as soon as the wedding time got closer.

He cuddled Sam after that as he savored his afterglow. "I saw it didn't hurt that time." Dean teased his sated Mate-to-be. "You liked that?"

"I loved it, and could definitely see getting addicted to it, toy and all." Sam said and chuckled. "Sorry about being a baby before. It actually feels fantastic now, rubbing against my prostate with every movement I make…I love it! So going to be ready for you soon, damn!"

"Told you so." Dean said and felt relieved again. But was also very happy that Sam had liked it so far with him. "The wedding is soon. We should dress and get ready to go." He got up now and took the trays, leaving Sam to change clothes again. "See you soon, baby."

"See you soon, Dean." Sam said and bit back a moan as it rubbed inside him again. He now had a new thought. Sure that the pain wouldn't kill him…but then again, the pleasure his Master gave him just might!

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Dean led Sam to the dimly lit holographic room and they waited. The computer soon showed their 'priest' there and they turned to face it. They were being married on Scaric 3, a small but pretty resort planet, like Dean had wished they could. He didn't have the premium package…no fancy rooms or servants to tend them. Nothing but gold and leather collars for each of them, and a computer wedding. He'd saved what he could for their honeymoon but then had to use it to buy the engines that had blown on their last trip…which left him unable to do anything nice for his new husband but he still decided he could offer him some mind blowing sex and all the love he could ever ask for instead, sure that Sam would like that gift better anyway. Their honeymoon would just have to wait.

Sam said he did and so did Dean, slipping collars on each other when told to. Locking them in place as well. Then they were married and headed out.

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Soon they were back on the ship in their shared room and Sam was on all fours again and waiting excitedly. Dean pulled out the dildo and set it aside then lubed himself up and ate Sam's ass until he screamed in tormented pleasure; too turned on for any other words but 'please' and 'now!'.

Dean inched himself into him, going slow as Sam hissed as he was stretched opened wider by every inch he took into him. He gently kissed Sam's back and stroked his dick as he moved into him, soon being fully seated to hilt in the man and fighting to be gentle when it felt too good to not move finally. Dean felt the secretions come out of his pores and waited for them to take effect. Sam writhed soon after that, head back in mindless bliss as it took him and addicted him with every bit he absorbed. And then Dean moved, slow at first but faster and harder as Sam turned more passionate and moaning his name and "Master!" with every thrust finally.

The sexually addicting chemicals in his secretion claiming Sam as his pleasure whore, his Mate, and willing sex slave in the process. That's why he'd stayed a virgin, too. His people enslaved others with their sperm, secretions, and their organs alone to the point of abuse if it was used cruelly. Dean, however, was not cruel and had no intention of owning no one else but Sam nor of being with anyone else ever again.

The stronger effects wouldn't last that long, the mindless need to be pleasured by their Master faded gradually to a constant ache to be taken at all times and taken at their Mate's bidding and Will; but it was manageable. Sam would be able to control his addiction; Dean had chosen him for that reason, too. He didn't want a mindless pleasure slave, he wanted an equal Mate. He couldn't help what his species was or that their gift was sexual enslavement when they first took you. It was the strange chemical makeup of their fluids that did that, and they couldn't change that.

But that didn't stop others less kind than him from using it to enslave anyone they wanted to have sex with against their wills, from enslaving and taking people they shouldn't, and making slaves of them to sell later when they tired of their 'toys' and they ended up in pleasure houses, or sold to the highest bidders as their personal sex slaves as well. By then they didn't care, as long as they were fucked and used sexually; all thoughts of self-preservation or their own needs or wants gone but for pleasing the next dick that would fuck them and fill them…such an evil abuse of a gift one should only give their mate! Dean thought and regretted the pain his kind had caused so many innocents. He'd heard that the laws would soon be enacted and enforced to stop that. His Dad and their government leading the charge. The ruling Council heard them out and agreed it was wrong what they were doing and were going to put a stop to that. Mating and doing it was fine, but forcing them into slavery was wrong and they'd be dealt with harshly if they did it. John and Dean were grateful they had listened and not judged them for the evil their species did. Only a small fraction did it anyway. Most waited to be fall in love and be mated before having sex with their Mates; to keep the effects to just their own Mates and only for their mutual pleasures; never to enslave or abuse them like the slavers among them were doing.

It wasn't fair to do that. Turn a free man into a slave against his Will. It was reprehensible and sickened them.

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Sam was so tight on Dean now, but still Dean held back until their pleasure was painful and undeniable anymore, then sank teeth into his neck and broke skin, his saliva going into the cut and joining Sam's bloodstream, and stealing the last bit of his resistance to its effects. Claiming him and turning him immortal as they fucked more and he came with a scream, Dean filling him often as he knotted and stayed there.

For three days they stayed attached and Sam stayed pretty mindless and enthralled to Dean's gift. Then the knot dispersed it's full load into him and they waited for it stop flooding his body. Dean eased himself out of Sam then, he was passed out by then and they'd been sleeping off and on as the knot did its job, taking him to the tub, where he bathed with Sam and washed him tenderly and laid him in bed again.

Then cuddled the clinging sex slave Sam momentarily was to his chest, knowing this was not the lasting part of it. The craving and need for Dean's cock however would be. But most mates dealt with that rather well with lots of sex, and no more mindless bliss like they had the first time. He just couldn't touch him sexually for a few days until it subsided to that level finally. Sam would hate it but it would save his sanity. His mother had gone through that, too. And so had Jo. And so had Dorian when Dante had mated to her. It was a normal precaution.

Days later, Sam emerged from his stasis the chemicals had put him in and dressed after reading Dean's note. Sniffing the flower he'd left him, he headed to the bridge, smiling and feeling an intense urge to be fucked by him again. But knowing he wouldn't be anytime soon. Dean had outlined everything in the note.

Including why they had to wait. For penetration or any kind of touch, except little kisses and small but brief touches. "Mental freedom is overrated!" Sam groaned and went in search of his Mate to try to convince him otherwise. Which was not easy.

Dean gazed at him with love but only kissed him, held his hand then let go. Cuddled some but kept it brief as well. But Sam won that battle.

That night, as Dean slept, he got his supplies ready. Then, the next morning cycle, he woke Dean up with a blow job and Dean found himself tied to their bed. And Sam demanded, nay, insisted that he make him his willing pleasure whore and slave. Dean, being the naturally stubborn soul he was, resisted…of course.

"Sam, no. you don't understand!" Dean argued even while Sam rode him and let the secretions addict him further.

"Dean, yes! I am not leaving this bed and neither are you until I am fully enslaved and enthralled to you! I don't care about that bullshit about no free will! That is total bullshit! I will always have it and be your pleasure slave…I can do it and I want to be…please don't deny me your gift…It's mine anyway, I am your Mate after all…and I want it!" Sam pleaded. "It's not wrong to addict your mate that way if they agree they want to be…think of it as your wedding gift to me…and mine to you."

"You'll never age again, Sam! What I did already merely made slowed your aging for few years. But if you keep doing this, not only will you be this age forever, you'd be Immortal! You will eventually be a Pleasure Slave whose only thoughts are of pleasure with me and me as your Master…literally! Stop this immediately and untie me." Dean argued. Already seeing that Sam was not going to do it, but he had to get control of himself and talk some sense into the man! He had never meant to enslave him that way.

"One, you are already going to be my Master, once we get to the kinky stuff…" Sam said then saw Dean's arched brow.

"What do you mean 'once we get to the kinky stuff'? I do believe you are already there…I am tied to the bed after all, forced into submission…" Dean teased. Okay, not so much Submissive as Sam's willing slave, but still…the concept fit. He wasn't against doing this with Sam again later…maybe with a whip, flogger or paddle being wielded by his mate being used on him but…not right this minute.

"Fine, we're being kinky…just not kinky the way I want us to be. I'd have to be the one tied to the bed and being forced to submit if that was to be true." Sam teased back then leaned in for a kiss as he came then rode him some more. "And, two, the more I am addicted to you, the less likely I am to ever look at any other man again…or want them. I'd only want you. And, three, I want this and will take it if you don't go along with this…I meant it! I'm a hunter, I can tie a damn great knot if I want to…and now I want to! So…what is your decision?" He paused his movements, making Dean want more but feeling like a selfish jerk for agreeing that he might want Sam this way, too. Damn Sam for being so persuasive, he thought then shrugged.

"Yes, Sam, fuck me and I'll enslave you. Are you happy now?" Dean said then Sam nodded, offering his neck where the other bite was still healing. "I'll be good to you, not overuse you…no matter what the pleasure or fluids do to you…remember I love you and am going to show you that every day of our lives now."

"I will." Sam promised then whispered, "Enslave me, my love, my Master. Bite me and claim me."

Dean had never heard a sweeter offer, so he took Sam up on it.

Then fucked him for another week straight without barely stopping and kept filling him his fluids so he didn't need food or anything else. All other body functions held off and not needed until his mate was enslaved to his pleasure and whims; just the way he had asked to be. Sam felt the changes and still did it. Dean felt his lover changing and gave him more, and in the end Sam got his way and his head fell back in one last orgasm and he felt his Will slide to the side, making room, and Dean's take its place right next to and around his own, and welcomed it in his surrender to his Master's claim over him; body, soul, and heart. His beautiful alien stealing all he had and keeping it for himself and leaving Sam with nothing but a burning craving in his mind and body for him for the rest of Eternity. An Eternity spent serving him now, his every desire and pleasure Sam's to fulfill, and no one else's ever again.

Sam had one last thought as he passed out and the enslavement put him into stasis again to finish its work; reforming him and his Will to fit his Master's Will now.

"I love this man." He whispered in his sleep and Dean leaned down to kiss him, grateful for the gift Sam had just given him. "I'm his entirely now." He may not have been aware he was saying these things but Dean was. And they made his heart soar to hear them from his beloved's lips as he drifted off on him.

"Yes, Sam, you are. As I am yours. I love you, too." Dean said then covered him up after washing him off and redressing him. He'd be out for a while now. The deeper the addiction, the enslavement, the longer one slept. He wouldn't be able to judge how deeply he'd claimed Sam's Will until he woke up. Until then he'd let him rest. He'd done as he'd been asked and found that, despite his earlier objections, he was looking forward to his new pleasure slave serving him more and loving him all the more for wanting this with Dean of all people. He didn't deserve Sam but he damn well intended on keeping him. And keeping him happy and fully satisfied as well.

He was his Slave now after all. And, with a beautiful Slave one loved as much as he loved Sam, it really should be required to keep them happy and by your side for the rest of your shared lives together!

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Three weeks later, Sam woke up and his body burned with desire long before the hunger for food or drink hit him, and he knew only one man could fix it. His Master, Dean. So he headed to the bridge then groaned as Dean smiled and welcomed him with a kiss, then gave him a grope to his hard dick, licking a lip at it. "I'll fix that and you later, baby. For now, come up here and show me how well you can fly a ship."

"But…" Sam objected, Dean's refusal to fuck him and make the burning stop inside him was going to drive him insane here!

"You asked for this, Sam, I warned you what it would be like. Don't look at me like that." Dean teased then pointed to the co-pilot's seat. "I will fulfill your desire and need only when I want to, not when you want me to…I am the Master of you now, never forget that, love. And I am content with making it build for now. It will be sweet torment for you, and I will take great pleasure in seeing you squirm from it. You look so sexy this way. You were right , Sam…you do make an excellent Pleasure Slave. Now…take the controls and fly our ship….that's an order." He still kissed Sam's neck where his bite was now a white scar on his neck that would never fade. "I love you, Sammy. I want you to find some Free Will, Baby…find some for me, be the way you were. Be the man I fell in love with in that hall, please?" Dean pleaded, touching his lips softly and tracing them with a fingertip. "Be the man I love, Sam. Be yourself. Be strong, baby boy…like I know you really are. You just have forgotten just how strong you are. I won't touch you again until you do, so please try? I do love you, Sam. But I don't want some mindless fuck slave, never that. I want the Mate I chose."

"I love you, too…Dean…you sadistic bastard you." Sam groaned as another wave of need hit him but he fought it, finding it getting easier to impose his Will over his body's Will the more as he did so. Then realized that was Dean's purpose. To help him Master his own body's demands, to encourage him to be stronger and be himself; not some mindless fuck slave and whore for him. Dean didn't want that, didn't need that. He wanted and needed Sam to stay the way he was before but also the way he was now. Dean knew Sam wouldn't want to be a whore and slave that way, so he was helping him not to be.

Sam didn't want to be ruled by his damn body's every urge and was going to fight it until he had control of himself again; like he did before this enslavement thing. They could indulge it later in the bedroom. Outside of the bedroom, he wanted to be as strong and confident as he really was. He didn't want to lose himself to his favorite addiction. One he loved but knew he had to control or he'd be lost to it forever.

And neither he nor his mate wanted that. More passionate sex, yes. A more devoted slave in the bedroom along with more constant sex, yes, they wanted that, too, it was mutual. But not some fuck slave with no thoughts of his own…no, Sam realized, he didn't want that at all, and he agreed with Dean; it should wait.

So he set the controls to go faster and let her fly…showing his Master that he really did know how to fly a spaceship….and could be a good Mate to him, too.

Dean saw these thoughts flit across his mate's expressive face and was proud of him. And glad he hadn't lost the strength to be himself, despite everything that life had thrown at him. He wanted the man that was brave enough to present himself bare naked in a room full of people in a position that laid him bare to them and screamed the truth of who he was and what he wanted far more eloquently than words ever could have.

A man brave enough to show and state what he wanted and demand to be what he wanted to be, without regret or hesitation. That was the man Dean wanted, and that was the man Sam was going to be. He saw it in his eyes as he noticed Dean staring at him intently. "What? Am I doing badly?" Sam asked nervously then relaxed as Dean chuckled and shook his head, pride lacing his every look and word now.

"No, Sam, you are doing well. So well that I think I will let you fly us to my home planet…Dad just sent a message to us…he's waiting there with my family to meet you, babe." Dean said smiling as Sam simultaneously blushed and paled with worry at the same time.

"What if they don't like me?" Sam asked, eyes straight as he flew the ship.

"They will love you." Dean said and closed his eyes to nap. He was tired, he hadn't gotten much sleep for a few weeks and Sam had it. He would take nap. It was nice having a co-pilot to help him this way, especially one as great as Sam was. "I already do. So why wouldn't they?"

"Me, too." Sam responded and chuckled himself as Dean soon snored softly, his lips forming a pouting light green flower of sorts as he did so, his green skin shimmering in the starlight coming in the front window. His lashes shining and he looked so happy. Sam thought as he gazed adoringly at him then went back to flying. "Ash, Jo, set our course. Which way am I going here?" Sam asked the pair that smirked at them from the back.

"Turn twelve degrees south and go straight." Jo said then added. "Congratulations, Sam. Welcome to the 'Impala'. And you are doing great, Dean was right…you are a natural after all."

"On it, correcting course…and thank you, Jo. That means a lot coming from you guys." Sam said softly, blushing at the compliment. "I can't wait to see his World, he makes it sound so beautiful."

"It is, we love it when we get to visit, but with us always so busy, it's rare we get to. A real bed and bath is nice at times, we never know when we are going to get there again." Ash said and pushing in some coordinates. "We got a clear path, according to the radar. No asteroids today, that's a lucky break. That's what took out our engine last time, thing got stuck in it and broke into pieces, broke one, damaged the others. We had to buy new ones."

"I'll be careful." Sam said and smiled into the universe unfolding before him, feeling truly happy for the first time since he had went to the Mating place. "This is my ship and home now, too…I'll take really good care of her."

"Now you sound like him." Jo groaned, looking at Dean. "He treats her like she's alive and they're in love."

"Well, I guess that makes two of us that feel that way." Sam said stroking her dash. "She's a great ship."

"Ugh, now there are two them…at least they can get that three-way going now." She said and ignored Sam now.

Ash and Sam did the same to her. But they all still laughed at their jokes and the banter.

Because Sam wasn't wrong. She was their home and a great ship. And they would all take good care of their gleaming black and chrome beauty of a ship and their home. It hadn't started that way, but it had ended up that way, and no one really regretted it.

Not even Sam.

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(Prologue)

John watched as the Impala landed on the landing pad near their ranch and ran to greet them. His deep blue skin was the color of Caribbean Water, Sam noticed it through the windshield and thought it was very pretty. And it made him miss his own Earth home.

"Dean?" Sam said softly as he unhooked his harness to disembark onto Ziroc 1.

"Yes, babe?" Dean said, shutting down systems by flicking switches with Ash and Jo; getting those by him.

"Can we visit my Dad next? He will want to meet you, too." Sam said. "After we leave here, and when we have time, okay?"

"Sure, I was going to bring that up later anyway. He sent you a com message while you were out, forgot to tell you. It's saved in the system on your comlink. You can hear it once we get off here. I told him about us, about the slave thing, too. He says he's proud of you and loves you. He told me to tell you to bring me to meet him in person now that you have a Mate. He was worried you wouldn't find one." Dean chuckled at the man's words and added. "He said he's glad you found that kinky Mate you've been looking for."

"Sounds like Dad." Sam said nodding, grabbing his comlink pad so he could see the message later himself and call him back. "How long are we here?"

"Just for the holidays. It is the Three Moon Festival for three days now. Then in April in Earth Calendar time, we celebrate the Four Sun Harvest Celebration…it's like Christmas on Earth, but we give parts of our harvests and our best meat to each other instead. We celebrate one of them every six months. We get our neighbors together for each holiday and pass out the harvest and meat, share a meal and sing and dance to give thanks to the Suns and Moons for providing us with a good harvest and prosperous lives. You'll like it." Dean said taking his hand and kissing his knuckles. "You are so beautiful, my mate."

"So are you." Sam said as they got out to see John impatiently waiting for him. "I remember you…you trained me with Dad when I was a kid…John, I remember you now."

"Yes, Sam, you should! But I'll forgive you for forgetting me, just this once…since you make my son so happy." John teased him after giving him a hug. "Welcome to our homestead, come meet the rest of us again. I suppose you heard that Dorian and Dante finally mated?"

"Yeah, I'm not surprised. They were so close and fought so much when we were kids I should have known they would. How's that new law coming along? Dean mentioned you were meeting with the Galactic Council about it on the way here. You are still hunting, right?" Sam asked. John was really pushing for the law prohibiting others from using their Zirocian fluids to enslave or coerce others without their explicit permission to be their slaves. It was the number one way so many unwilling people were finding themselves sold into slavery and turned into sex slaves lately. John vehemently objected to Zirocians using their secretions to turn anyone they pleased into Pleasure Slaves for them and then selling them as sex slaves later when they tired of their 'Pets'.

No one disagreed either. They too thought their gifts should only be shared with willing mates and other Zirocians. No one should know that pleasure but the one you loved, that's it. It was too dangerous a thing to use against anyone otherwise.

"Yeah, you?" John asked. "Not as a bounty hunter, right? Hunting the supernatural is more important. If they get a foothold in this universe and the others, we are all screwed."

"Yeah, still hunting. Dean agreed to hunt with me between the Bounty Hunting thing he does for the Council. We're both trained for it, so we're good with that." Sam said.

"Yeah, I'm going to hunt now, too. Sam feels we should keep doing it, so we will." Dean said wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him back against him. Kissing his cheek and making Sam burn for him, but Sam ignored it as well. He'd be strong against his physical urges. He was stronger than his need for pleasure with Dean. He was more than that to him. Dean needed him to be and so did Sam.

"I sure hope so, we need all the help we can get. So, Sam, are you a partial slave or full?" John asked observing Sam's expression from before.

"Full but still myself. Dean said he figured I would be able to fight it this way. That's why he chose me." Sam said.

"I'm full, too." Jo admitted.

"I'm partially." Mary said coming up to hug them now, her blonde hair blowing in the solar winds and her blue eyes bright with interest. "I don't mind, the addiction makes the sex better, trust me."

"Yes, it does." Dorian said coming up as well with Dante in tow, hugging Sam tight before letting him go. "Damn but you grew up handsome…if only I met you first…" She said, making both Dante and Dean growl in jealousy at the same time, but for different reasons. "Down, boys, I was just kidding…kind of. I love my Mate but you did grow up fine as hell. It's nice to see you again, what's it been, ten years?"

"Fifteen." Sam said and laughed as Dean squeezed him tighter. "I can't breathe, babe. Please lighten up…I'm yours, you know that." He swatted Dean's hand until he loosened up his hold on him finally but didn't let go. "Jealous thing!"

He saw that Dante was doing the same with Dorian and they exchanged eyerolls and annoyed looks at the behaviors of their possessive mates. "I'm fully enslaved, darling. You have nothing to worry about." Dorian reassured Dante playfully, a sultry note slipping into her voice. Desire evident in her eyes as she found herself soundly kissed by him.

"I know. I just like to hold you, Dori." Dante purred into her neck and kissed her ear. "You are all mine though."

"Yes, I am." Dorian said chuckling as John waved them inside. "Supper's ready, let's get in there before Ash and them eat it all." She waved at two men that approached and introduced them. "This is Caleb and Jim, our uncles. They run this place while we're gone and live here, too. This is Sam Singer, Dean's new Mate. Me and Dante own the Ranch down the hill there. We run horses and cattle, but not sheep…that's their thing. My cousin run it for me, we travel and hunt a lot like you do so that's out for us."

"Nice to meet you." Both men said and shook his extended hand in turns. "Let's go eat, we're starved." Caleb said heading in with Jim at his heels, the others with them.

Then prepared the gift baskets for the meeting later where they would be exchanging them with the others in the community. Steaks, fruits, and veggies filled overflowing baskets, seven of them. Their offering to the moons and for their neighbors.

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Next Chapter: They visit Bobby and Earth, John and his family go with them to see Bobby again.