Love's Slave

by starglow71

Unrelated Sam/Dean/Cas/Gabriel. BDSM Romance Story. Kinky! Dean is a prince and finds a slave in a slave market he falls in love with. Life has never been easy for either of these men, and it looks like it isn't going to change now. Sex, bad language, graphic content, menage relationships! Angsty, schmoop! DLDR!

1. Love's Slave

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(sex with Father at sixteen, coerced and kept willingly until he was twenty, Dean was his favorite lover, king secretly admits, always was.)

Dean is sixteen, just beginning his knight training. Or was until his Father summoned him to his bed chamber. Dean hated this part and wanted to run away, as had his brothers, every last one of them. Father had seemed fonder of him, so he'd held out hope his Father would skip him but it was a vain hope.

He knew the choices. Submit to his Father or be sold as a slave. Made one by others or by this man.

He hated all the choices but knew he had no say… yet. When he was twenty, he was given the choice if he went along with his Father; never given the choice when sold into Slavery.

So he chose his Father, which didn't make him any less his property; any less his slave to the man's every desire or wish.

"Undress." His Father ordered and, wincing in fear, Dean did it. Going to the bed, with shimmering eyes. Since their mother had passed in childbirth with him, it had gotten worse. The queen had been too afraid to stop her husband from raping and using his sons for slaves even when she'd been alive. He would have her killed if she had.

A cruel man with cruel desires. So cold and bitter inside.

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Dean whimpered and pleaded, "You love me, don't do this…"

"I do this because I love you, and I want your ass on my dick. My favorite son, look at me." The king ordered and Dean looked at him fearfully. "It will feel good, I promise. Your brothers didn't complain." He leaned in and kissed Dean, who felt only revulsion and terror but kissed back so as to not displease him. He felt hands stroking him hard and he moaned unbidden. Then came against his will as he was expertly worked by his Father's hand.

Then, shamefully enough, his own cum, his own downfall, was used against him. He was lubed up with it and thrust into, even while his body fought it as hard as it could. Pain roared through his bottom as his Father's dick fucked him now, and he cried harder.

The king watched his son cry and nodded, ignored his pained gasps and struggles, holding his son's arms in his wrists to the mattress as he pounded in, taking his time. The first time they always cried and fought it. It was normal. Then he came inside him. Then he forced him suck him hard again and did it again.

By the end of the third day, Dean had learned something he never thought he'd learn. If he was taken enough, his body would enjoy it and he would crave it eventually. And so he did, and willingly joined his Father as his perfect lover and slave by the end of the week, kissing him and moaning for more, spreading for him whenever he wanted him, and sucking his dick and thinking it was the best thing in the world to do now. It was the only thing that would save his sanity for the next four years so he gave into it, the man may get his body but he damn sure didn't get his Will or his sanity, too!

The King saw the transformation and a strange thing happened to him, too. He fell in love with Dean but never said a word. And hoped when Dean hit twenty, the beautiful man would not ask him to end their affair.

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It was his twentieth birthday. The day he'd been waiting for. It was time to end the sex with the King; his Father and Master. He sat on the bench and looked up, feeling the pull to suck the man and ride that dick but ignoring it. He didn't want to be a slave to him now, not a whore to his desires, bound without control over his own life anymore.

Sure, he had been allowed to finish his Knight's training and was now the finest warrior they had. He was muscled and strong, powerful and strong-willed. The other knights knew it. But they also knew his duties to the king. All the man's sons had to suffer the duties. Bastard! The knights swore as they watched it every time. The boys going with their Father's servant, heads down in shame, coming back tousled and with love marks on them, and looking like they had been crying. Such an evil man they served! So they swore their loyalty to more worthy ones; the sons the man abused. And swore to find a way to stop him, but as a Vampire king there was nothing they could do to stop the man's evil quest for their beauty and bodies.

And had hoped it would pass over Dean. But when he had come to train, with tear stained cheeks and love marks on his neck, and a haunted look on his face, they knew he hadn't been spared but they had resolved to make him feel better and care for him whenever he didn't have to serve as the man's whore and slave, and were secretly glad the evil king had no more sons. If only because he could never harm another of them ever again. 'After he got through with Dean, that is.' The head knight seethed. Dean could say no at twenty and he prayed the years passed fast for him. Then set out be the Father he never had and found himself loved for his efforts.

And, twenty years later, Sir Robert Singer was happy he had put in the effort. "Dean. You are saying no, right?" He asked as they awaited their audience with the king.

"I am. I do desire and lust for him. Well, the sex anyway. His dick in me, taking me. I am not ashamed of it. We were lovers, I his slave. I think it saved my sanity to feel this way." Dean admitted and Bobby shook his head.

"Probably did but damn I wish I could have done more." Bobby said and hugged the man. Dean returned it awkwardly, wincing. "He got to you last night, didn't he?" He usually left them alone on the last night, tired of them by then. This did not bode well for Dean and the King's sick obsession with his youngest son!

"Yeah, got rough, whipped me, and went too far with the sex but I'll be okay." Dean said and sighed, "He said it was his last chance to be with me, since he figured I'd say no today. But he loved me and wanted me stay and say yes."

"What! He dared to say that! After all he did to you…" Bobby seethed and Dean nodded, eyes hurting.

"Why...why couldn't he just be a Dad to me?" Dean asked crying softly, in heartbreak and pain. He really was injured here. "Like you are?"

"He's sick and perverted, that's why." Bobby ground out and watched as Dean went into free himself from his Father's twisted world. And noticed the pool of blood on the seat where Dean had been sitting. Panicking, he tore off his tunic and wiped it up, then motioned the other knights over to see it. "He's more hurt than he's saying. We should get in there!"

"We dare not. We must let him end it then tend to his injuries." Another knight, Gabriel, said sadly, eyeing the red spot on the bench. "It's the only way he can be sure the bastard can never hurt him again."

"You're right but I wish I could kill the bastard for what he's done to his sons all these years!" Bobby seethed and worried how hurt he really was…how much abuse and injuries he was hiding. He'd gotten way too good at hiding it over years now. But Bobby could always tell how much Dean was hurt and how badly to a certain degree…and he seemed really hurt this time!

"Look, he's coming out now. Oh, damn!" Gabriel swore as Dean fainted outside the doors as they shut. They caught him and carried him to the knight's barracks, and looked him over.

He was badly bruised, cut up, whipped so the flesh was in strips on his back and ass, and he was torn badly around his asshole and bleeding profusely there. They quickly cleaned him and stitched him, and staunched the blood as best they could. Then gave him drugs to make him sleep and let their Vampire prince sleep there and heal as they knew he would.

All horrified at what had been done to him and also relieved because he would never have to do it again.

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(Ten years later)

Dean Winchester was whistling as he wandered the slave Market. He was going to show his brothers today that he was better than them. They flaunted their sex slaves at him all the damn time so he was going to buy three and do it to them and rub it in! Show them his were better! And was proud to be able to do it.

Then he stopped as Hazel eyes met his, and he fell into them. But they were so full of terror and fear…

The man was on sale and he ran over. Something in him telling him this one must be His, not the others. He didn't belong to them! He was…not a slave to him…something much more special than that…waiting for Dean not them!

The slaver watched the men drool, took in the excited face of the Nobleman who had pushed to the front, nearly onto the stage. His eyes never once leaving the slave's eyes. He wanted this one, and the Slaver would give him to him; for a good price.

The price was already past what Dean was willing to pay for one slave. But he gave up controlling the amount of money and just concentrated on buying the man. While bidding, he looked him over. He was beautiful, well-built, sexy as hell even bruised and battered as he was. His body and shoulders held high while his eyes sought escape still. Spirited, strong and unbroken. Tanned thighs and well-muscled legs.

Then his pants were torn off and Dean got jealous that others were seeing him this way but ignored it. He was at least 12 feet long and thick, wide, too. Hung like a horse! And his ass was firm but still bubbled, with a virgin hole. The man went to touch it, to show he was responsive, and the slave cried.

"Don't touch the merchandise!" Dean growled and the Slaver quickly removed his hand. "120,000 Lenars! And I'll take him now." Dean offered and surveyed the others arrogantly. "And you will get your filthy hands off him until the bidding is over or I will cut them off for you…"

The Slaver nodded and backed away, looking at the other bidders, "120,000 Lenars, do you want to go higher? " He called out, knowing they wouldn't. They didn't have that much money; only the Nobleman did. No one spoke and all were leaving but him. Dean climbed the platform and took the rope from him, growling.

"Give me what is Mine." He touched the man's cut lip and wiped the blood away with a fingertip. "He's not a willing slave, is he? He was taken…"

"Yes, but not by me." The slaver admitted and Dean called for his guards to detain the man.

"I have put in the bid and it was accepted. I know the law. But so did you. He is Mine but now he must be allowed to work off what I paid for him, and not used for sex unless he is willing to. You, however, will be jailed for this. You cannot tell me you didn't know he was taken unwillingly into this! You know the law says they must be willing or it is illegal!" Dean responded and walked the man away. The bag of gold squares was held in the hands of the head guard as payment for the slave, to be kept until the Slaver got out of jail or taken by the King for taxes; either way, he didn't care.

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"My father, family." The man said crying and shook his head, "Don't send me back, please! They will…"

"Will what?" Dean asked suspiciously. His family had done this to him?!

"They are poor and hungry. It was the only way. I refused to do it." The man said softly, "I'm Sam, by the way."

"Sam. I like you, Sam. Go on." Dean urged as he sat him down on his bed, and took the kit offered by his manservant. "I'm listening. I want to know!" He urged and Sam shrugged unhappily.

"A man came by and offered them money, in return for me. I heard them take the offer and ran away, not willing. I wasn't willing! The man caught me, beat me. Laughed. And then sold me to the Slaver, who beat me when I tried to escape again…and again." Sam said sobbing and Dean held him, soothing him. "You really have to keep me? Can't let me go?"

"I…no." Dean said softly then sighed, "But I do want you to stay." He made him look at him. "I like you. I desire you. I want to…keep you and never let you go. I want to hold you and kiss you, make love to you but…I will not force you. It is against the law and it would hurt you. I never want to hurt you. You can work the money off if you like, at my manor. It will take a while and …I know I am not attractive to you." Dean finished with the first aid and went to grab him clothes. A hand took his wrist and tugged him to sit on the bed again. Dean's heart beat nervously and he waited to see what the man wanted to say.

"I like you, too." Sam said then said, "I want you to be my Master. I can't go home. They would only sell me again! Plus I hate them for it. I would stay with you. I am into men, not women, so you are attractive to me; just my type." He sighed nervously, "I've never been with a man that way, just looked at them but hadn't worked up the nerve to approach one. None made me want them enough to but you."

Then Sam blushed and smiled, "Can we wait on the sex? Get to know each other? I'll wear your collar, be your slave, honest. I'm willingly selling myself to you now, so no need to pay it back or make me your house boy. You own me, I want you to. You will take care of me, love me, and protect me. I am trained in the Knighthood; I can protect you, too. Will love you, too, someday if you let me. I want to be your slave but…can the sex wait?" He bit a lip and Dean smiled happily as his heart soared and he nodded, "Yes, it can wait, as long as I have you, it can wait." Dean promised.

Happily hugging Sam, Dean hesitated over his lips. "May I kiss you?" He waited and Sam leaned in and kissed him in response. Dean opened to his kiss and moaned softly. His body so hard for the man already. He called for his manservant when the kiss broke.

"Bring us some food, Sam needs it." Dean ordered and went to get some clothes to fit him from his bag, setting for his long formal robes; the only thing that would fit him. He rushed back and handed him the clothes, blushing. "I use them for court when I go see my father the king."

"You are a prince?" Sam asked in disbelief.

"The youngest and I have eight brothers; so no chance at the throne. Merely a Duke now. But, yes, I am Prince Dean Winchester. Over these lands. I am Dean, or Master, but don't say a word about the Prince thing, okay?" Dean asked and Sam nodded, getting tired and flinched. Dean immediately rushed to see what was wrong.

"I was whipped daily before you bought me, so the marks didn't show but it hurts…" Sam whimpered as Dean lay him on his stomach and tested his back. Bruises and faint welts covered him, under the pure skin and barely visible on it. He got pissed but fought it. He instead began to massage him gently, working out the bruises and avoiding the welts as he squinted to keep track of where they were. Then he took the healing oils and rubbed them into his skin. And smiled at the soft sounds coming from his slave.

Sam had fallen asleep smiling, too.

Dean wanted to keep Sam. He loved him already.

Well worth spending every bit of money he had to buy and now he had said he could own him, be his Master. No working off his debt; he wanted to be his slave. This beautiful man, so hurt but strong, wanted to be his slave.

Dean could think of nothing better than that. Sam was His and he would keep him by his side forever now. His fangs came down and he touched Sam's shoulder. Waking him briefly. "I am Vampiric, you saw my mark." All creatures were forced to bear marks showing their species. Werewolves, shifters, and vampires, included. "May I turn you?"

Sam sat up and looked at him worried, "Will it hurt?"

"No, you will sleep and wake up like me, but still my slave. We will have to get you your mark while we're here. You will be my Mate, and still my slave. Is that okay?" Dean said softly. Turning without permission the person was a death sentence and all species knew this. It was agreed on by both parties or you were arrested and killed in a very public way, to serve as a lesson to others. Dean wanted to avoid that at all costs.

"Yes, turn me. I give you permission." Sam said smiling, offering his neck. Dean gently bit in and drained him. Then offered his own neck as Sam lay against his shoulder near death.

"Drink me now." Dean said and Sam softly began to then sucked harder for an hour, the minimum to ensure the new vampires were strong enough to survive the changes. Sam pulled away and felt his body aching and moaned softly. Feeling himself shifting inside already. "It is your body changing. I am a Daywalker, a hybrid. You will be, too. I won't leave your side so don't worry, sleep, baby."

He laid Sam down again and lay with him. Sam cuddled in and hugged him tight. "I can still see the sun? It won't hurt me…?"

"No, it's the Royal secret. We are Daywalkers, immune to things that kill other vampires. We rule as humans do, love humans, and protect them with our lives; most of us do, that is, there are some exceptions that is true. It's what makes us great Kings. We were born this way…would you like to hear the story? Or are you too sleepy?" Sam didn't look sleepy now…Dean thought. It was a short story, "I want you to know all about me, starting with this…"

"Not as sleepy as before, tell me your story." Sam asked against Dean's shoulder, tickling his skin with his breath. "You okay?"

"Sorry, overstimulated, that's all." Dean apologized then gasped in pleasure as a hand took his dick from his pants and worked it, stroking it hard and firmly, small strokes then long ones, and he clung to Sam's hips for support as he was worked harder and faster, louder moans falling from his lips, as Sam's head never once moved or his body but his long fingers and hand worked his Master to orgasm to ease his discomfort, as a good slave should.

Dean came hard and panted as Sam worked him until he was spent then kissed his head lovingly, "Thank you, Sam. I needed that."

"I know. Call me Slave sometimes, okay? My name is good but I prefer it the other way now. In the bedroom, I will be Sam. It is the custom, right?" Sam asked and knew it was. He had been trained by the man who'd taken him to know these things. How to be a slave and what was expected of him, and damn he sure hoped this man expected those things, cause Dean wasn't the only overstimulated one in room! "Tell me the story, please, Master?"

"Okay, get comfortable first." Dean said and they moved to press closer and wrap tighter, Sam's leg over his hip pinning Dean to him and the bed, just as he intended it to. Dean grinned at his wicked slave's behavior and kissed him softly in reward for it. "It all began with one man. He was turned by the enemy, a vampire. His wife was pregnant. He turned her and made the first of us. That child then grew up married a human and another daywalker was born. And so on and so on. Until this land was conquered by my Father and brothers and I. We do not seek to hurt humans or other species. We have peace with the others where most other vampires don't. We are truced and welcomed." He showed Sam the gold ring around his bicep, which honestly made Sam feel even less sleepy than before and much harder below. "This was marked on us then, it shows we are of the Light Blood Coven. The others named us as such, and now live and coexist with us peacefully." He slipped a hand to test the hardness against his thigh. "I can relieve your erection if you want."

"Please, Master, do it." Sam moaned as Dean took him in hand and stroked him as Sam had stroked him. Going harder and faster only when Sam's hips fucked his hand and demanded it. Sam's hands gripped his sides and he rubbed into his hand and against his thigh, the hand falling away now, their dicks laying together and rubbing as their bodies touched harder. Rubbing along each other as the heads of their dicks rubbed together and their balls did the same, too. And both came hard with cries of pleasure and need twice before they could stop touching that way. "That was amazing…" Sam panted and moaned one last time before yawning. "Can't wait for you to fuck me…" He laid his head back against Dean's shoulder, pressing his face to his neck as well, breathing him in. "Smell so good, Master, my Mate now." His arms were cables holding Dean to him again and Dean hugged him the same way back, nose to his neck and smiling as he breathed Sam in. Kissing his neck once and sighing happily. "My Mate, Sammy, all Mine!" he said happily and slept, too. The sun stole their warmth and breaths and both died for a few hours.

Even born vampires died when the day came but only for a few hours, not the whole day like the others. Four or five hours tops. It recharged them, and they were immobile corpses during that time. It was a necessity they had inherited from their lesser ancestors but not one they couldn't handle. The thirst was harder but there were always willing offers from all species in their lands and all over.

It was an honor to be bitten by a Nobleman like Dean, and, their slaves, like Sam. They would find blood when they needed it. And food, the Daywalkers, being hybrids, still needed to eat real food twice a day like every other species did. The other ones only drank blood, no food. It was also another way they were different from others but they didn't mind. Humans made good food, especially the meat stew and rolls, with wine they served in most taverns. Dean loved that stuff! And pies, cherry and apple were his favorites. He wondered as he slept if Sam cooked, or was willing to learn like other Mates did? Slaves, too. He could order it. Sam would gladly do it. He would like the ordering around part, too…hmmm. Yes, Sam would learn to cook! Souri and Rufus, her husband and kitchen helper, could teach him and Souri was the best cook in the land. Dean also had Knight training! They could train together, spar, keep each other's battle skills sharp, an equal and worthy opponent to fight with now. Sam was perfect! Dean thought and let his spirit calm now and tried something. He let his spirit reach out touch Sam's. Most spirits repulsed each other with power, kept barriers up when sleeping to keep separate.

Dean didn't want separate, he wanted to hold Sam with his spirit, hold all of Sam and love him. His spirit, too. He prayed Sam's spirit didn't reject his offered love, because only love would let them touch; nothing else. He gasped happily as Sam's spirit hugged his close and they merged as souls do when they love each other and agreed to touch this way. Both souls sighed happily as their bodies lay on the bed, dead for a few hours, and thought that this was the way they always wanted to be from now on; together in love.

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Sam knelt obediently to the magistrate, tilting his neck as the man tattooed his mark in, the one showing him as a vampire. Then Dean fastened the leather and gold collar on him, smiling happily down at him. They paid the fees and soon were headed out. Sam nestled in front of Dean on the saddle, his groin to his ass and an arm around his waist, hugging him. The other holding the reins, and the other horse being led along behind his carriage driven by his manservant.

Sam had wanted to ride a horse and so Dean had joined him there. Both smiling happily as they rode slowly through the countryside. Sam was wearing his tunic and sandals, Dean had dressed him soon before they left. Traditional slave garb for rich men's slaves. Sam didn't mind at all. His bare torso glistened in the sun and Dean itched to kiss and touch it, run his tongue and hands over its mounds of muscle, suck and lick those nipples and do more than Sam was ready for so he didn't follow his desires, too much that is. His raging erection pressed against Sam's ass and he let it. Sam could stroke it away in a few minutes.

"We're almost to the pack territory. Don't be afraid, Slave. They won't hurt you but they will sniff and touch you to get the feel if you are evil or not. Let them, then Truce tattoo will be done for you." He sighed, "We could fuck for them as a gift to show our love and trustworthiness but, with your waiting, I will find another gift for them…" Dean bit a lip thinking. "I could let them fuck me…that is a gift they accept in payment. There is a payment expected…"

"Wait, you would rather be taken by them sexually than pressure me into having sex with you! What the hell?" Sam swore and the horse was stopped and he stood glaring at his Master. "You can't do that!"

"I have to. Payment must be paid in blood or sex. And they don't drink Vampire blood, so its sex. I've done if before, to get my Truce mark. It's just the one time really." He protested then saw how hurt Sam was. "You wanted to wait, baby. So I'll do it."

"But…" Sam protested and nodded, waiting or let Dean be taken…hating both options equally! "Not publicly, in front of me?"

"Um, well, yeah, publicly. But you can go elsewhere while we do it…I don't expect you to watch." Dean said softly and sighed, "Yes, I have long accepted that to live in our World, some Whorish behaviors are expected; you will learn it, too. I don't have to like it, but it is true."

"I want our first time to be special, just us but…" Sam sputtered and sighed, not in front of others, fuck! "Can you suck me off instead? I can suck you…"

"Well, it is a way they accept. Although they will expect penetration…The Lord of them can fuck me while I suck you . He cums on me and in me, and our debt is paid. It can't be avoided, Sam. Someone always gets fucked in the transaction, the Truce must hold and sex is that price." Dean said and Sam stalked off, bowing his head. Dean looked hurt but understood.

"Fine, suck him, fuck him, I won't be around to watch." Sam said sadly and got in the carriage.

Dean bit back a call to have him come back and stared ahead as the wolves approached. Looking miserable, he followed and got Sam from the carriage. Sam looked just as miserable as he did. "Still like me, Sam?" He whispered, and added, "I love you."

"Still like you." Sam admitted then sighed, "Hate you doing this for me."

"Anything for you, Sammy. My Slave, I'm your slave in my heart, always know that." Dean said and Sam kissed him softly.

Then they walked to meet the wolves together.

Sam was allowed to stay in their hut for the night. They had been given lodgings for the visit. Dean was stripped naked and led away. Sam stared miserably at the door. Too cowardly to watch his lover take a fucking he should be doing with Sam. His virtue protected while his lover's was stripped away.

Sam swore and followed, fuck that! He ran to catch up but couldn't find them. Where the hell had they gone? He searched for over an hour and finally found them. And was too late.

Dean was sucking the Lord guy's dick and taking another in his ass, moaning softly with them as they pulled out and came on him. Then sat on the Lord's lap and sheathed himself onto him. Dean felt a touch to his shoulder and a soft kiss on his cheek. "I was too late, I was going to be with you in front of them but…let me touch you while he takes you, I know you do this for me. I won't hide from the sacrifice you make for me." Sam said eyes soft.

"I love you, Sam." Dean said and nodded. Sam stood beside them and the Lord guy kissed Dean and along his neck, hands on his hips and pushing him deep onto his dick, Sam's hand stroking Dean in time with the Lord's deep thrusts, all making Dean spin on pleasure at his Slave's touch; Sam touching him always drove him this way! They fucked for a few minutes and both came hard, then Dean was allowed to get up. Sam watched as he bowed and submitted to the Lord of the Wolves and the man touched his hair softly. "Accept my gift to you and your wolves, My Lord."

"It is accepted." The man said and Dean stood now, covered in dirt and cum but relieved. The man gestured to Sam to approach. "Take him to the lake to clean off, and give him this robe. It shows he is worthy of my help."

Sam thought that was bullshit but held his tongue. It wouldn't do to start a war with his jealous temper. And he admitted now, he was jealous. Dean was his! But Sex was literally the coin of the realm and Dean had only been paying what was expected of him. Sam didn't fault him for it, but he didn't have to like others touching Dean that way.

"You okay?" Sam asked as he helped soothe his sore ass and body with cool water and held Dean as he soaked in it.

"Yes, Wolf dicks are bigger and hurt more, stretch more, much like…" Dean's eyes slid lower and blushed. Sam got the gist of it. Like his dick. "Fuck me, Sam? I know it's sex but I just got reamed by strangers and I need to feel loved and not feel so much like the damn whore I am! Please, make me yours?" He cried now.

"You…you are not a whore!" Sam said firmly, making him look at him, "You are mine, and I…I love you, too."

"You do?" Dean asked and Sam nodded, "Then make me feel loved…not just some wh…thing that will fuck anyone?"

Sam nodded and lifted Dean onto him, gently moving into him. Dean moaned and his arms tightened on Sam's shoulders and his legs clamped to his waist. With an uplift of his hips Dean moved up and down now, Sam's hips thrusting up to meet him there. Sam cried out in pleasure as it filled him. Dean was still so tight! So hot around him. He had never known sex could be this way.

"Dean, baby! I…fuck!" His head fell back as their hips moved harder and faster against each other and they kissed hard again, cumming with screams that were eaten by their desperate kisses. He stumbled to the bank and went to separate Dean from him.

Dean wasn't having that! "Fuck me again…" Dean begged, locking his ankles and hands together, keeping Sam inside him, and using his ass to work him hard again, "Fuck me until I forget them, forget anyone but you inside me… Slave, I order you to do this!" Sam nodded and did as asked and ordered.

He fucked Dean for hours on the banks of the lake, both moaning loudly and cumming hard from their desire taking their bodies over and over. And, as the sun lit the water, they watched the sun rising and fell unconscious to the grass. Not burning up but not alive for a while either.

The wolves came now and carried them to their hut, covering them with blankets and leaving, the Lord leaving a note telling them when to come get the tattoo done for Sam. The wolves weren't surprised they had passed out there; they had listened to them fucking all night and knew they might need to be brought here this way later anyway.

They were such a beautiful set of men, the Lord thought and sighed, Dean alone was a treat on his eyes every time he saw him. Which is why he demanded sex from him, it's the only way he got to touch the green eyed vampire. Now he had chosen a Mate of equal beauty and he wished he could touch him, too. But knew not to, the hazel eyed vampire was not enough to start a war over.

But he still thought that maybe if they offered…he'd take them up on it.

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The mark was done and they left soon after. Ready to head home, they rode in the carriage now and chatted. Dean talked about his life at his manor, and it sounded ideal to Sam.

"There are fields everywhere, and animals roam it freely. My home is large and you'll like it!" Dean said excitedly, "And Souri is going to love you, just like I do. I love you very much, Sam. My slave, My Mate. I kind of like this Slave tunic…Can I suck you, baby, make you cum in my mouth?"

"Dean…" Sam said softly as Dean undid the front of the tunic and slid it away, leaving his body naked and exposed, hard and needing attention. With a nod from Sam, Dean took him in his mouth and sucked his dick, starting at his thighs and up to his balls, and then the head was lightly sucked and licked. They were in courtyard of the manor now but no one spoke, just watched and waited for the Duke to finish seducing his new Slave.

Dean sucked him softly then hard, using his hand to squeeze it as it was stroked by his lips, tongue, teeth, and hand until Sam's breath caught and he cried out louder and louder, moaning and clenching as his body rolled and his head fell back and he came with hand tearing at the seat fabric, Dean drinking every drop and making sure he was done before stopping to fix the tunic again and hiding Sam's superb dick from sight, as he saw it.

He got out and helped Sam out, and smiled proudly as Sam stared at his Manor house. "Want to go in? Or we could roam the grounds?" Dean offered and Sam looked at the grounds now and nodded.

"I would like to see the grounds, if that's okay, Master." Sam said and Dean nodded, leaving an order behind.

"Tell Souri to have supper in an hour." He ordered then they walked to look at the field of flowers nearby.

Sam was entranced by the beauty here, the many trees and flowers and the different animals he saw and some he even got to pet. "This is Sirius, my dog. Sirius, this is Sam. My Mate. You will be great friends." Dean said and laughed as Sirius licked Sam's face over and over. "I think he likes you, baby."

"I like him, too." Sam said and petted the enthusiastic animal. Then stood up as his stomach growled. "I'm hungry."

"Come, let's eat then." Dean said and they headed inside. He called over a set of twins, no more than nineteen. "They are blood feeds. Take only enough to tone down your hunger. Be gentle."

Sam nodded and leaned in, letting his fangs cut in and sealing his mouth there, but only taking a little as told. Dean did the same and they saw the pair smile and hug Dean in welcome, love in their eyes. "We missed you, Master!" He held out a bag of cookies and treats and they took it, already digging into it like kids in a candy story. "Our favorites! Thank you, we love you!" They shouted as they ran out the door, presumably to nibble their sweets in private.

"Who are they?" Sam asked, "They seem like great kids."

"They are." Dean said and smiled, "Not really their Master, either. They are orphans I adopted from the village. The blood feed thing was their idea. They knew I was a vampire and volunteered for it. I provide for their education and needs and they stay here and give me blood sometimes. Until they are ready to leave, then they can go wherever they like, I will provide for them there, too."

"So they choose to be blood donors?" Sam asked and Dean shrugged.

"Yes, like most humans in this land, they don't mind the small drink I do. I don't take much and I don't try to pressure them into sex as some others would have. I don't force sex on my blood feeds, it is wrong." Dean said.

"But not illegal?" Sam said and saw he was right.

"No, not illegal. Immoral sure but our council is corrupt as is its king…" Dean looked ashamed at this and moved away. Sam pulled him back and asked, "How corrupt? The King I mean."

"Very. Evil to the core, really." Dean said and tried to escape but Sam held him there. "Slave…Please?"

"Tell me what he did to you, Dean. I can tell you're hiding something…" Sam said and Dean clammed up.

"He hurt me when I was young." Dean said then pulled away to get some air.

"Hurt you how?" Sam asked and Dean wouldn't meet his eyes. But also wouldn't tell him anything else either. So Sam figured he'd just have to wheedle it out of him later. But he could tell it was bad, really bad. And feared he knew what it was.

Dean was far too familiar with being a whore for it not to be what he thought it was. And prayed he controlled his temper if he ever met the guy that had raped his Mate. Father or King, he'd kill the bastard!

"You will sleep in my room." Dean said and had Sam's new bags of clothes taken to the bedroom, formal robes fashioned for him by the best tailors and seamstresses already. Dean then led him to a lavishly decorated set of rooms and smiled at Sam's amazed eyes. "This is yours, in case you need some…privacy or alone time." He said and smiled, "Do you like them?"

"I love them! I have never seen a room so beautiful before." Sam mused and Dean hugged him from behind, hard on at his ass already. "You are a very sexual person, aren't you, Master?" Sam asked seductively and then saw Dean's stricken face, wondering what he'd said wrong. "Dean, Master, don't…" Dean walked rapidly away and Sam could only stare in confusion, what had he said wrong? "Don't leave!" He finished in a whisper.

Had to do with his Father, just had to!

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Sam sat miserably at the nook, nibbling on some strawberries, not paying attention to his cooking lesson now. They'd slept in the same bed for weeks now, but as soon as Dean got hard, he moved away. No touching Sam, no kissing each other, no rubbing or anything remotely sexual between them. Dean did not repeat the sucking he had done in the carriage either.

But could be heard working himself out most of the time, in the other room, and cumming with Sam's name on his lips in that sexy moan he had. Sam feared he'd never touch him again, and all because he had said the wrong thing.

Which was meant to be a lead in for Dean to make love to him finally but had driven him away for the most part. Sam was at a loss on how to deal with it.

"Long thoughts?" Souri's soft voice said and made him jump.

"Not really." Sam said then pushed the bowl to her, "Sorry, I'm eating the ingredients."

"I got more." She said then pushed them back to him, and smiled as he stole another from the heaping bowl and then asked, "You were so happy before, Master was happier than I'd ever seen him and now…you both are miserable. What happened?" She was confused; they had seemed to be getting along so well before.

"I said the wrong thing, per usual." Sam said then sighed, crying a little now. Dean came in but found himself meeting the cook's eyes and she motioned for him to be still and quiet. Sam was opening up. He found he wanted to hear him out, too.

"What did you say?" She said and Sam shrugged.

"I asked what his father did to him and he clammed up, wouldn't speak of it but I could tell it was bad." Sam said, "I think he raped him when he was young." He shook his head. "Then I asked if he was a sexual person, I didn't mean it to scare him off. I was going to tease him, make him smile again. I love it when he smiles, his eyes they just…glow! And I was going to seduce him to make love to me finally…" Dean's eyes went wide in surprise but he stayed as she motioned for him to wait, Sam was still talking. "Now he won't barely touch me and I…I want him to. But I don't know what I said or did wrong, or how to fix it…I just want the Master that bought me back…"

"It's not easy being the son of a corrupt and evil king and trying to be good at the same time." Souri said softly, "I'm not surprised he may have hurt him. He's not a kind man and has corrupted this kingdom in his image. Blood and sex are the only coin that means anything anymore. Evil walks this land and that King put it here and helped it spread." She hugged Sam and he cried on her shoulder.

"He doesn't love me anymore. He said he did before but…now it's gone." Sam said and sobbed and she held him. Dean approached and she moved from Sam's arms and let Dean hold him, crying with him. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Master!"

"Sammy, Slave, not your fault." Dean finally managed when their tears let up, "It was mine. I was an ass. I'm sorry I made you think I didn't love you anymore."

"You do?" Sam asked and Dean nodded smiling tenderly.

"I'm in love with you, just as much as I was when I first saw you on that stage, when I just had to buy you!" Dean said and kissed him. "I just have things too painful for me to talk about. My past is one of them. I'm sorry but I won't discuss it with anyone. But, yes, I am a very sexual person because of it. I like sex. But I suppose this can't be helped. Yes, I was raped by my Father when I was sixteen. So were my brothers, at sixteen. We got to say no at twenty. If we hadn't let him do it, we'd have been considered disobedient and sold as slaves. Beyond that, I refuse to discuss it any further." He looked at Sam and sighed, "Can I make love to you now, I was honest with you and didn't avoid you again! Please can I do it now?"

"You did all that to be with me?" Sam asked, knowing he'd really opened up there and had done it to make Sam happier, even if it hurt him like hell to do it. "You did that for me?"

"Yes. I'm sorry I made you feel unwanted and now I want to consummate our Mating from before. Please let me make love to you?" Dean said and Sam nearly knocked the chair over as he tugged the surprised man up the stairs with a sexy growl. They ended up on their bed and Sam tugged his Master's clothes off. "Wait! Let me undress myself…" Dean laughed and protested.

"No, waited long enough! Done waiting!" Sam growled and smacked his hand away, "I'm doing this."

"Okay, you do it." Dean laughed and moaned as the last of his clothes were torn off and Sam began to kiss him senseless and Dean responded in kind, both moaning and needing more right now. Sam kissed and licked along his neck and to his nipples, which he sucked until Dean nearly tore his hair out with a feral growl, flipping them quickly. "Lube!" Dean ordered and Sam handed it to him with a deep moan as Dean kissed down his chest and finally touched and sucked those muscles and nipples the way he'd been dying to since that day on the horse.

Then sucked Sam until he came writhing and crying out for more as lubed fingers worked him open and he gasped as Dean thrust in and worked into him deep, then paused for him to adjust and then moved and soon his eyes filled with stars as the pleasure filled him. Sam had never been touched, not even sucked or kissed by a man before being with Dean and Dean was thrilled. Sam was pure and Sam was His! All of Sam's first times were with Dean and Dean felt like Sam might have been saving himself for him in a way, for Dean to love him this way, all his heart and soul tying themselves to Sam's with every bit of pleasure and love they were feeling.

"On fire, my blood is on fire, my body…feels good!…fuck!...Wow!" Sam gasped and cried out and Dean panted with him.

"Yes, damn, so close, cumming…cum with me! Cum for me, Slave. Sammy!" Dean cried out and came hard and deep inside him, Sam tight as steel working him out, milking him as Sam came as well with a scream and whimpers of such intense pleasure he'd never felt before. Dean withdrew from him and got a cloth to clean them. Both were tired now as the sun rose again and fell to the bed, cuddling as they died for a while. The servants came in and covered them gently and left their Master and his lover alone now. Glad they finally had worked out their problems and were happy again.

Days passed this way for them, sex and kissing, feeding , and seeing to the needs of the people kept them busy. Years passed and they let them, growing more in love as time passed. Until Dean began to finger the collar right before they died and when they were cuddling. Sam did not feel like his slave, he felt different and more than that; always had.

If he did what he planned, he had things to do first. Sam needed a gift and he had a sacrifice to make to free him up for it. A painful one he never hoped to pay again. But for Sam, he would.

But first, he needed a personal slave to tend to him, his old one had died a year ago. Cancer and turning was not an option, the man had said no and he wanted to die as a human. Dean honored his request, giving him all the comforts and a nice bed to rest in. A tomb now bore his name and he missed his friend. Bobby had served him well since he'd been little and just a boy, abused and hurt, being the father he'd always needed; the personal servant later on to tend to his every need and those of his home.

Sir Robert Singer had died and left a huge hole in his heart, and Sam held Dean while he grieved for the man he'd called father and friend for most of his life. And now needed another to do it again. He didn't want anyone else but…it had to be done. At least to take care of the house and sometimes do tasks for him, The friend and father he'd needed was gone; that part was irreplaceable.

So he and Sam headed to the Slave Market again and he held Sam's leash, when he'd rather have held his hand. Guided him with a touch to his bare back when all he wanted to kiss him and wrap an arm around his body instead. Being the Nobleman, and not the man he wanted to be with Sam in public. Hating the pretense, hating they couldn't have what he wanted for them…or could they? His mind wandered to his plan again, and knew the pain would be worth it all if they got this from it.

Another reason to find the perfect Slave to assist him. "Hey, Slave?" Dean said softly so only Sam could hear it. "Let's find one we can have sex with, together me and you. You okay with that? Just a bed partner, sex slave thing, maybe with the admin stuff…"

"Yes, I would like that. Another could be fun to have sex with, as long as I have you to do it with." Sam agreed and they nodded, approaching the stage to see what was offered.

They watched several being sold and found no one they liked yet and then they saw him, the shorter man with blue eyes, tousled hair and handsome face. His body was muscular like Dean's but also lean and they liked this one. So Sam hung his head and pretended to submit, then they went to the front to look further. He was a good sized, they saw as his tunic was removed, and his ass was muscular but bubbled, like Sam's was, He was in great shape. His eyes were nervous though. A volunteered one. Dean thought and wondered what could drive one to sell themselves this way. He still bid and bid. Then the Slaver went to open his cheeks and touch his hole. Dean stopped it there…again.

"50,000 Lenars and you stop touching him, and it's a deal." Dean demanded and the Slaver quickly stopped touching him. The slave saw Sam approaching and, with a wink of one of his hazel eyes and a discreet hand in his, the slave smiled softly; feeling safer already. He saw their marks and didn't mind. He knew anyone could buy him; any species. They seemed like good men, not like the Slaver he was being sold by. The man he had asked to sell him and give the percentage to his family who did not want him to do it but could not stop him either. His parents had his brothers and sisters to care for and this would make that possible.

No one bid after that and Dean smugly took his rope, slipped it off him. Then waved a hand and tugged on Sam's leash playfully, slipping Sam a wink and leer before walking on further to his tent. Cas caught the look and the blush on Sam's cheeks, and the small smile that he gave his master.

Pretending. They were pretending to be just Master and Slave. They were more than that. He wondered how much more. And if he was to be more as well. Not that he wasn't against it; they were gorgeous men!

"You a virgin?" Sam whispered and Cas shook his head. "Slaver took it." Cas whispered back.

"Oh." Sam said quietly, slipping Dean a hard look, "That makes you still a virgin to us."

"Oh." Cas said and blushed now, too.

"You look hurt. Were you beaten so it wouldn't show?" Sam whispered and Cas nodded.

Another hard look and they led him to the bed.

"We can help you. Several choices. One, we're keeping you, so don't ask. Two, we're vampires, we can turn you or wait; you would heal faster that way. We do intend to have sex with you and hope you will let us. You can stay human and still serve us. It's easier if we turn you early. You got a choice. What would you like us to do?" Dean asked, "Sam, get the first aid kit. We'll tend to him first. What is your name?"

"Cas." The man said and sighed, grinning when Sam checked his ass.

"Stretched not torn. Some blood though. Hold still, let me check." Sam said and slipped a finger in, and there was no blood on it. When he removed it, Cas shivered with pleasure as he did it. "He's okay, did that hurt inside when I touched you?" He didn't seem injured…

"No, but could you check again?" Cas said and Sam gave him a look. "Just fuck me, okay? There, I said it. I could go back to getting you to inadvertently doing it…." Blue eyes slipping seductively from their groins to his ass…

"Me or him?" Sam asked and Dean chuckled. He sat on the other side of him now.

"We can wait; no rush. We just want to make sure you aren't hurt first. We want to make sure you feel good about us. We intend to keep you , and to do that, we need you to be happy. So turn or not to turn? Sam, is he hurt on the back?" Sam was feeling along his back and it wasn't helping to keep Cas's lustful thoughts away at all.

"No, not too seriously. A few welts but they are faint. He must have been better than I was. My slaver was cruel man." Sam said and sat behind him, wrapping legs around his waist and resting his chin on Cas's shoulder. Kissing along his neck to his ear and saying. "I like you, Cas. You're going to be a fun one."

"I like you, too." Dean said and kissed by his other ear. "You need to figure out this turning thing. We die in two hours, Cas."

"Turn me." Cas said and Sam went to move but Cas grabbed a leg and held him there. "Stay, Sam. I like you holding me this way."

"Okay." Sam said then soothed Cas as Dean drained him, then helped ease Cas to the cut on Dean's neck, and watched him drink. Then they kissed softly and pulled Cas between them, and he sighed happily. Both men kissed him in turns, took each side of his neck and then nipped along his chest to his nipples, licking and sucking them until the man moaned, then moved lower, then sucked his dick together, and he came on the spot! Then they chuckled at their horny new slave and Dean lined up with him. Then Sam lined up in front of his mouth. Cas licked a sexy lip and let his tongue reach out to lick him. Sam awaited orders and so did Cas. Dean moved now and Cas moaned softly. "Now, suck him, Cas. And don't skimp on the fingers in the ass, he likes that part best. My Mate likes it in the ass." He smiled happily as Cas did as ordered. Cas sucked it as he slipped fingers into Sam, and Sam let him and moaned for more. They took Cas faster and they all came screaming and cuddled; promising to let him take them later.

Cas said he'd hold them to it and wanted to find out what his other duties were. "Unless this is a sex slave thing only. I could be happy with this alone. You guys are fantastic!" Cas said grinning happily and then felt it happening. They'd fucked him through the change and now all that was left was for him to die with them for the day, for a few hours. "See you soon."

They all died then and Cas's soul tentatively approached their souls, afraid to try to touch the cuddling souls with his own. They reached for him and smiled, pulling his soul to theirs, and they all settled in to sleep that way as well. "Gonna love you, Cas." Their souls told his and Dean's soul grinned wickedly. "Ever had soul sex?"

"No, but I'd like to try it…" Cas's soul said and moved closer, "but I take you this time…"

"Mmmm, we do have hours…" Sam's soul said and Dean's leered.

"You got it, Cas." Dean's soul said and Cas's soul began his seduction.

And it turns out that Soul sex was not only possible…

But it also was a fantastic way to pass the hours, too!

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The next day, they went to the magistrate and got Cas marked as a vampire. Cas got his collar and leash. Dean dressed him in his Slave Tunic and slippers, leaving all else bare. Open for Dean's pleasure if he was required to serve him sexually. And then they headed to the Wolves for his Truce mark. Talking on the way. "Cas, why did you sell yourself?" Sam asked.

"It's complicated. I did it for my family. My parents and brothers and sisters are poor and I'm…well, I like men and it's frowned on in my village. I heard that mostly men bought slaves and most for sex and I didn't expect to be loved. It just it wasn't that big a sacrifice for me to make as it would be for a straight guy. I may hate the one bought me but…the sex wouldn't break me." Cas said and shrugged, "You know what it's like to look in the mirror and know that your family is starving to death and you can never feed them, provide for them, and worry they won't have enough Lenars and let them die that way. Besides, my parents can't provide for them anymore. And it's only sex and I just…I could handle it and they needed me to do it…What I wanted didn't matter when weighed against what they needed. I had to sell myself." Cas sighed, and looked at them, "I never expected this with you, Master, or him. I expected some guy buying me and using me for sex or something, not caring about me…"

"Oh, Cas…you are not disposable, baby." Dean said and Cas nodded. "We will be finding out where your family is later and make sure they are provided for in the future, every month they will have what they need. You are ours to care for, therefore they are ours to care for now, too. Don't worry, Cas, your family will be taken care from now on, we promise. You can visit them as much as you like, Cas, just tell us you need to go and we will give you a few days to see them. You won't lose them. Just stay with us, okay? We want to love and keep you forever now." Dean smiled, "You aren't replaceable or disposable, Cas, never think that again. You are ours, baby."

"I am. I am a slave. That makes me disposable." Cas said softly. Sam smoothed hair from his cheek and kissed him tenderly.

"No, You aren't disposable. Not anymore. Said we're keeping you, Cas. Meant it." Sam reassured him. "Master, the wolves…the price for his mark…" Sam looked upset and Cas watched them worried.

"The price is us, Cas." Dean explained, "Last time I let them fuck me to pay for Sam's mark. He's worried I'll have to again." Dean nodded unhappily, "It's sex or blood, the only price this realm holds dear. Wolves don't drink vampires so…it's sex."

"Is it public sex?" Cas said and they nodded. "I'm okay with that, as long as it's with you two that is."

"Sam?" Dean asked and Sam nodded.

"This time we get you. Not him!" Sam said jealously.

"Yes, not him." Dean said calmly and smiled.

"So, public orgy for us?" Cas said and they nodded.

The Lord of the Wolves welcomed them warmly, and then led them to a hut. Then settled in for the night and, later on that night, they had an orgy together in front of the Pack for hours and came together repeatedly and bowed to the Lord. He smiled fondly at them and chuckled.

"Please accept our gift to you and your Pack, Lord." Dean said and the man nodded.

"I accept your gift." The Lord said and they stood now, dressing in the robes they were given to show their gift was accepted. "Come with me, I will do your Slave's mark for him." They followed and then Cas bit a leather strap as the tattoo was inked onto his arm.

Then they retired to their hut to cuddle and soon fell dead for a few hours again. And their souls embraced again, and soul sex happened, and, this time Cas took bottom, enjoying it immensely.

The Wolf Lord watched the Vampires sleep and sighed, his eyes taking in their bodies, the tunics that each Slave proudly wore, not needing any garments but the tunics they were given to wear. The vampire content to wear just britches and not much else; all their chests glistening in the sun shining through the open door, their bodies muscled and sexy, tempting him again, as they always did, at least Dean's did and now his Slaves. Such a perfect man! For peace he'd given up the chance at seducing him, and, for peace, he'd let his desire go.

Desire was a luxury for a Lord and Nobleman, and more often than not, the thing you want most was the one thing you have to let go of to do your duty.

And loving Dean, as he had for years, John knew this was the one thing he'd had to let go of. And would never get that chance at again. Not that he wouldn't regret his decision or the sacrifice for the rest of his very very long existence.

No, it would last even longer than that.

He left now and shut the door quietly, letting the men be.

They weren't His. No matter how much he wished they could be.

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Years passed and they were happy. All three of them. Cas ran the household, and took care of organizing everything as his Master wished it to be. His only thoughts were those of pleasing his Master and Sam, who he loved with all his heart. To them he wasn't disposable, to them he was necessary to their happiness. He would please them and never see them unhappy if he had a say in it. He'd do anything for them! And when they touched him, held him, and told him they loved him; Cas just knew he'd found the happiness he'd always needed. They'd do anything to keep him that happy, too.

He was theirs and they were damn sure going to keep him happy, too!

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Dean knew it was time, and first he needed the gift. Sam would need his gift later. After Dean had freed him and showed him he loved him. Sam wasn't his Slave and he was tired of pretending to the World he was! He wanted Sam to be free like him, to walk down the street with his head up, no longer the slave, no longer seen as an object by those who didn't know him, judged to be worth nothing simply because of what he was. A slave. Given no worth because of it, when Sam had more worth than anyone that Dean had ever known!

He wanted to give Sam that.

But the cost was so high! Dean cried as considered what he would have to do and how fucking much it would hurt! There were no easy ways to free a slave, Dean knew that. There was a reason slaves rarely sought freedom. It could be granted if their master allowed it but…the price…it would either free you or kill you in the process, and in every painfully imaginable way known to man or beast.

And for Sam, he would have to pay it; he could not let Sam pay that price again. He'd been through it enough.

Dean began to go to the Slave market alone and look over the offered slaves. For months he found not one to suit his Sammy. Until he saw the tall brunette with chocolate eyes, and the quarky smile. His body was perfect and he was strong willed, fighting them even as he was strapped to the pole. He seemed familiar to him, too. So Dean decided he wanted him for Sam. Fighting through the gathering crowd, he climbed to the stage and confronted the Slaver. "How much?" His green eyes blazed determinedly. "How much for him?"

"We bid first, give the others a chance to…" The slaver stuttered and Dean pushed a bag of Lenars into his hands.

"Is that enough?" Dean asked and the Slaver mutely licked a lip then nodded. Dean snatched the rope from him then tugged the man away. In his tent, he sat him down and tended his wounds, applying the salve and worrying about his marked up back, faint but he saw the marks there. He moved lower and then checked his ass, torn but not...he touched him gently and he flinched. Not used. Man had fought off the Slaver; good for him.

But still, he needed broken but not roughly. A fighter. The more you hurt him, the more he fought you. So maybe reason could work…Talking?

He had to try.

He saw the mark then, Vampire already. Good, one last question to have to ask. He looked at him then gasped. He knew this man. What was he doing here?

"Gabriel, what the…" Dean said confused as the eyes hit his again.

"I was sent to you by your brother. He said you were buying slaves." Gabriel said and sat up now, wincing, "Thanks for tending to me."

"Not a problem. You never answered my question." Dean said and Gabriel nodded.

"I was given to you, to be your slave. I had papers but…the Slaver took them and I kept trying to get away to find you but…he just beat me. Then I saw you there and was grateful. I need those papers! They say I am yours." Gabriel said, "Morgan is going to be so mad at me…"

"No, he won't. Stay here." Dean spat and then stalked to the Slaver, pinning him to ground. "Where are the papers my slave carried? Where the hell are they!"

"No papers…" the slaver said and Dean bared his fangs.

"You want to die, don't you? Those papers say he is mine and you have them, and you took my gold for what I already owned! This is an Honor Betrayal. We can kill you on sight. You know that! So I'll ask one more time, where are my papers? And I want my gold back!" Dean spat furiously.

The man reached in his coat and Dean took the papers, reading over them. Morgan gave him this slave, a gift. He punched the man and took his bag of gold back. "You are so lucky!" He spat again and left him there. The man struggled to stand and failed to, settling for sitting up instead. His lieutenant set up the bidding and helped him stand.

He didn't feel so lucky. He felt he was concussed.

Damn, that vampire had been pissed!

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"Gabriel, I have to be honest. I need to break you in, sexually. I know you probably don't swing that way. But…you are for Sam, not me. I won't rape you but… I need to make you perfect…for him." Dean said hesitantly.

"Okay, I get that. I'll be willing to do it. Be gentle, okay?" Gabriel asked and sighed. "No other way?"

"No, but…I have to ask you to hide until I free him." Dean said and Gabriel looked pissed now.

"Freed, as in 'free the Slave' freed? Dean! That's…horrific! You can't let him…no, Dean, no…you can't do that…not going back to…him!" Gabriel pleaded. The king was Evil but he been more Evil to his sons, especially Dean. And only the king could free Sam.

But the price!

"Dean, don't do it!" Gabriel begged, "Why would you do that?"

"For Sam. So he doesn't have to walk around with his head down and be seen as worthless! So others will see how wonderful he really is. He doesn't deserve to seen as a slave! And, once I do this, he won't be." Dean said and shrugged, "I love him! For him, I would do this."

"Dean…" Gabriel sighed, "I fought with you and Bobby during Knights training. I was there when he damaged you so much you bled on the bench! I was there to help heal you when he broke you! I fought in wars with you. Hell, I would do it for you if I could! "

"You can't tell him either, not until it's done. I order you not to! Damn it, Gabriel! You can't tell him. It is the way it's done." Dean begged and Gabriel sighed then nodded.

"I'll do it but…I am letting you know I disagree with this idea." Gabriel said and smiled softly.

"I know." Dean said sadly then groaned, the sun was coming; he would die soon. So would Gabriel. "Let's rest first."

"Good plan. Come here, Dean. If he kills you, you deserve to be loved before he does it." Gabriel said sadly and Dean cuddled into his arms, letting his friend kiss his hair as they drifted away and died.

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Sam was tired of Dean keeping secrets, avoiding questions, and acting strangely. When direct discussion failed, he decided following him would be required. Dean seemed preoccupied lately, like he was facing a big decision or something but not telling him what it was.

That's when he saw him enter the tent again, and saw the slave on his bed. They hadn't discussed this, what was he…why hadn't he mentioned he was getting another slave? The man was on all fours and Dean was rimming him; the man seemed to be hesitant but responding. Then Dean sucked his dick and the man came for him. Again, it was part of the breaking in but…why not tell him? Sam wondered.

He was working into him, moving and the man was responding with moans and fucking back onto him, crying out in pleasure. Dean should have told him and he had said he'd tell Sam if was he was going to be fucking or breaking a man in. He lied to him!

Dean looked surprised as Sam burst in and punched him. Gabriel moved to stand in front of him to protect him but Dean saw Sam's pain and cried for him. Sam thought he…no, he wasn't doing that.

"It's not what you think." Dean protested and Sam trembled in confusion. Gabriel moved away from him to let them work it out.

"Then tell me what it is, because it looks like you are cheating on me…" Sam said and sighed, "I'm just a slave, right? I don't matter…I have no say, do I? Others see it that way, but I didn't think you did. What I feel doesn't matter." He sat down and Dean rushed to comfort him. "I'll go home. You can love him now. I will obey your wishes. I just want…what I shouldn't…not mine to keep. I just thought you…wanted to keep me; that you loved me. You said so." Sam sobbed now and went to go, Dean grabbed him and pulled him into a rough hug and kissed him deeply, green eyes glowing with love.

"Don't go. I'll explain, you jealous man! Sit, please?" Dean asked and Sam did.

"He's for you. I was breaking him in for you. A gift. A personal slave for you." Dean explained.

"I am a slave. I can't own…" Sam said confused.

"I am going to free you, Sammy." Dean said, "There are steps to follow but, in the end, you will be a free man, no longer a slave. I want to marry you, Sam." Dean leaned in and kissed him again.

"Oh, so you're…" Sam said looking at Gabriel.

"Yours, gorgeous. He said you were but , damn, you are a beautiful man. I will serve you when he marries you." Gabriel said and blushed, "Sorry, this was my first time."

"Oh, well, in that case…how about he finishes breaking you in and then I get a turn?" Sam said and, looked at Dean, who smiled nodding.

"Sounds good to me." Gabriel said, "That felt fantastic! Guess I'm not straight anymore, go figure…"

"Nope, not straight, and more than a little crooked, Gabe." Dean teased.

"That's a given." Gabriel laughed and got on all fours again.

"Sam, sit in front of him. Gabe, you suck him. Sam will teach you how." Dean ordered then thrust in again and soon they were moving hard again then Sam was gently guiding Gabriel along his dick, instructing him how to do it and soon he was going with his pleasure and sucking him good, and Sam got so close he nearly displeased Dean by cumming early. Soon Dean shouted for them to cum and they did, hard and fast and they fell spent to the bed, happy and cuddling now.

"Sorry I doubted you. I just had to know what was going on. This is what was bothering you?" Sam asked and Dean nodded. Sam cuddled closer and kissed him softly, "You should have just told me."

"I was going to once I found the perfect slave for you." Dean said then sighed happily. "You got jealous and ruined my surprise." He pinched Sam's nipple playfully, "But I'll forgive you if you'll kiss me. And when we wake up, you can fuck him yourself. He has nice tight ass, like yours, baby. He's a good fighter and protector; a knight like I am. He can take care of you, too." Dean said with a serious expression but a haunted look in his eyes.

"Dean, what aren't you telling me?" Sam said suspiciously. Dean was hiding something; something big!

"I can't tell you, Sammy. Not yet." Dean said softly, feeling death coming again, "But once you're free, I'll tell you everything. Promise."

"Why not?" Sam said and moaned as he felt himself dying again.

"I just can't." Dean said and held him and Gabriel, all three dead for a few hours. And their souls held onto each other, Gabriel's joining them and Dean's soul cried, and nothing they did could soothe it.

It was time to pay his price and he was afraid. And needed someone to hold him tonight. Because soon he would be in Hell…again. A Hell he thought he'd escaped years ago.

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The King sat on his throne, reading a message. The messenger sent away and he grinned.

'Father,

I wish to free my slave, Sam.

I want to pay the price for him, please allow me to do this.

If you ever loved me, you will let me do it.

I will bow to your every will as your slave.

Just free my Sammy and let me pay his price.

Your son,

Dean.'

He sent one back immediately, grinning and stroking himself, remembering being with Dean and moaning. To be inside him again, if only for a few days, that would be heaven.

'Son,

I accept your offer.

You pay his price.

Come to me and I will free him.

Your Father,

Marco.'

And set up a welcome worthy of a runaway prince and lover.

Xxxxxxxxxx

Dean and Sam arrived at the castle and headed up the steps to the throne room. Sam saw Dean getting more afraid and upset and held him now, mindless of this being against the accepted Slave behavior.

"Dean, what's wrong?" Sam said as Dean trembled.

"I'm afraid." Dean said softly.

"Dean, what exactly do you have to do to free me? Why is it affecting you this way?" Sam said and Dean got out.

"Something horrible, Sammy. " Dean said and sighed. Approaching a guard, "Take me to the king."

"Dean!" Sam shouted and ran to follow, a guard grabbed him, too, now. Soon they were in small white room and Sam was held down while Dean was stripped to nothing, and prepped for sex. Bound and held there, Dean looked terrified and cried.

"I'm sorry, Sam. I have to do this." Dean said then was pulled away and Sam followed.

Then they were taken to the Throne Room and they were placed kneeling in front of the King and Dean cringed at the sight of him. Sam knew something was up and knew he'd been right; this man had raped him. And not once, but lots of times. And somehow that was tied into this.

"Tell me, Master. What do you have to do to free me?" Sam begged.

"I have to let them break me, and give myself to him. Then, when it is over and he approves it, you are a free man and I will marry you. If you still want me when it's over. I have been a whore before; you saw it. But this…this is so much worse." Dean leaned in and kissed him one last time, "I love you, Sammy."

Then he was dragged away and Sam lunged to stop them from taking him. "No!" Sam screamed and felt a blow to his head, then knew nothing for a while.

And woke up in chains in the dungeon.

Xxxxxxxxxxxx

Dean was led to a room, full of tools and gear he'd never seen before, and it scared him. He would be hurt here. True to his thought, he was secured to an X-shaped tabled, face down. Once fasten securely, they began to break him.

His body was violated and fucked with the tools on the wall and from drawers, and it was not pleasant or pleasurable . Twisted inside him and angled painfully, and making him scream every time. It hurt as it was meant to. Deep thrusts broke him and he bled, but they didn't stop. Beatings followed and whipping until his flesh split and then he was bathed, cleaned, then it all was done again.

Flogger, whips, knives and rape, tools of terror and pain. All tore at his tender flesh, and he bled for it. And begged for it when they demanded he do it. Obeying and being passed around to everyone in the room until he gave up and lay there, cumming passively from being taken but never once enjoying it. Crying when they let him rest or to die for a few hours, sometimes with them buried dick deep in his ass still. Waking up to them taking him again and again. Whipping and hurting him until he screamed again.

Then several days later, his bruised and battered body was bound again and put in a carriage. And returned to the King, who lay waiting in his chamber for his long lost Prince and lover to return and pay for leaving him.

And. once he apologized, the King might let him feel his pleasure with him again…

Xxxxxxxx

Sam was still bound. It had been days since he ate or drank anything but some water wiped across his dried lips. He didn't care about dying, he knew he couldn't, but if he lost Dean, he's like to know how to at least.

His door opened and three men came in with Gabriel. Who undid him and carried him gently in his arms. Kissing him softly, "Sam, it's okay. They just let us come get you. The King ordered us to stay away until now."

"Dean…" Sam groaned, "Is he okay? Is Dean here?"

Yes, but…that is not for us to deal with." Morgan said, "I am Morgan Winchester, Dean's brother. This is another of his brothers, Sean. And that is Charles, another brother. I am the one that sent Gabriel to Dean as a gift." He touched Sam's face softly, "He chose well. So beautiful. I'm jealous."

"I have to find Dean." Sam said and was held back.

"You find him and he dies and you get sold to someone less loving than he is. You can't do that…" Gabriel said and Sam stared at him in horror.

"He dies?" Sam gasped. "So he fucks the bastard who raped him as a child or dies?! You have one fucked up family!" Sam growled furiously.

"Father will kill him if he backs out now. With us, he just used us for sex. But with Dean, it was different. He loved him differently…not as a son he got break in…but like..." Morgan sighed now. "Like a lover, like he wanted to own him forever. He was in love with Dean, Sam. And when Dean was twenty, he said No and ran as far as he could get from Father. Father will let him go this time; he gave his word and dare not break it. But, Sam, he's going to make it so much worse on him this time, probably almost kill him."

"No, not Dean. Not Dean! You let him do this?!" Sam screamed and fought. They bound him now and carried him over their shoulders. "How can you let the King do this! Do you hate Dean that much?!"

"No, we love our brother. With all our hearts. We'd kill for him. But he's the King…" Sean said sadly and paused to lock the cell again. "We cannot cross the King."

"Cowards!" Sam screamed and wriggled to get free. Then passed by a room with the door open and saw Dean chained to a wall, bleeding and being fucked hard by the King. His green eyes hurting as he turned to see Sam.

"Go, baby. It will be over soon." His voice was hoarse and dry and he cried out in pain as the king did something to him; pain soon becoming agony in his voice as he screamed now.

And as Sam was carried away, the door was eased shut and the king kissed Dean's neck, and Sam saw Dean's tears and it broke him. Dean being broken in his place, crying for him.

Oh, how Dean must love him!

Sam sobbed brokenly in the back of the carriage now and nothing soothed him. Hatred of the King filled his heart and he wanted him dead! Dean would tell him what the hell he was hiding when this was over or he'd make him do it.

He glared as the brothers tried to comfort him and even pushed Gabriel away. "He said you were a fighter, a protector, and a Knight! But you aren't. You are a coward! How is this protecting anyone?!" He screamed at his slave.

"It is protecting you." Gabriel said softly then sighed, "He told me to do this, Sam. To keep you safe. The King would see you dead, Sam. If it meant keeping Dean. He had to promise to extend the sex with him to get him to promise not to kill you and let us take you with us. He said to tell him we were taking you to one place but put you somewhere else; he didn't trust him to not try to hurt you."

"Our Father is Evil, Sam. We know that. But he is King and we are bound to serve him. But for Dean, we would defy him this much and hide you." Morgan added sadly and saw some of the anger fade from his eyes.

"What did he do to you, all of you?" Sam asked then groaned, "Untie me, I won't run."

Gabriel did as ordered then sat by him holding his hand. Sam shook off his touch with a hard look, and Gabriel was hurt. He bowed and pleaded, "Forgive me, Master, I didn't mean to offend you. I only was doing what I was told."

"Don't touch me. I wish... fuck, I wish so much." Sam swore and eyed them coldly. "Tell me what he did."

"He made a rule." Morgan said softly, "and we obeyed it out of fear."

"What rule?" Sam asked and no one touched him then saw Gabriel crying in the corner. "Don't cry, Gabe, I don't hate you. But I don't want you touching me." Gabe still cried but lay at his feet in submission now but not touching him.

"We were to be with him from when we were sixteen to twenty. Then we were free to say no. We were given a choice. Be his slave, his whore, or be sold to slavers for disobedience. He didn't care if we hated it or not; he took us anyway. We had to submit to his every desire, even the darker ones. And one by one, we all said no at twenty." Charles admitted and looked away ashamed. "But when we said no, he didn't really care. But when Dean said no, Father flipped out and got out of sorts, like a jilted lover." He shook his head now, "He never got over Dean leaving him."

"And now he may never let him go!" Sam said and hissed as he was held down.

"No, as long as you're alive, he has to keep his word. He finds and kills you, and our Father is free of his oath. Don't you see? He will keep Dean alive and end the payment eventually as long as you're alive. So we will keep you alive. For him, for us, for all the crap that bastard did to us! We aren't keeping you from going after Dean because we're cowards." Sean said and looked him in his eyes. "We are doing it because we want our brother back and we love him."

Sam stopped fighting now and nodded, hating this but knowing they were right. "How long? How much longer will he be…with Dean?" Sam asked and cried again.

"Law says only up to two weeks." Morgan said softly, "It's only been six days."

"I know." Sam said and stared at the table.

"I'm sure you do." Morgan said then hesitated over his shoulders, wanting to comfort him but not sure how.

Sam stood and left the room, going to his room and crying into his pillow, fury and pain and worry in his heart, tearing him apart. And Gabriel stood in the doorway and watched him, knowing he was not welcome with him anymore. But still took guard on the door to protect him. He may not want to be touched by Gabriel, who Sam had always reached for before. He used to always lay in Gabriel's arms and kissed him passionately; he'd whispered love into his skin. But Gabriel would damn sure kill anyone who dared to hurt him.

Beyond how he had hurt him by helping Dean with this stupid plan of his, of course!

Sam broken cries tore them up and his silence was worse. His listless drinking of blood and barely tasted food wasn't helping. He stared out his window for hours and spoke to no one. Living from one death to the next. Waiting for Dean.

Always waiting for Dean.

And wanting to kill everyone that was hurting Dean right now!

Xxxxxxxxxx

The King was pleased.

His son had apologized and pleased him sexually.

Then had submitted to some of his rougher fantasies.

"Dean, you like me fucking you again? You sorry you left me?" The King said as he fucked him harder, Dean shook from the force of his thrusts, feeling himself breaking. Steady rape for three day does that. He recalled him doing this before he'd said no at twenty, but this was worse. There was no reprieve here, no chance to say No. He would have to bear this.

But he would also have to lie to keep the man happy. "Yes, Love you fucking me, sorry, I left you…" Dean moaned and felt the man cum inside him, then lean in and kissed him passionately. Dean hugged him and kissed him back, closing his eyes and moaned as he was thrust into again as agony shot through his body, and saw there was more blood on the sheets. With tears in his eyes, he stared up at his Father and submitted to him.

And bit back Sam's name as he came from images of the body taking him as Sam and his other lovers, knowing he could not break now; eight days. Eight days of pain and rape and whatever dark fantasies that would kill a human but never him. Sam was waiting for him, to marry him. Hopefully safe away from his Father's reach; the deal held if Sam lived. And Sam had to live.

Even as Dean passed out from the pain and blood loss now, and images of Sam's soul reaching out to his own came to him now, so welcome to his broken psyche. And Dean's soul embraced it desperately seeking solace from his situation. Needing Sam and taking the comfort his soul was offering him. Love in his soul's eyes.

"I'm sorry…" Dean's soul said softly to Sam's.

"No need to be sorry." Sam's said then sighed.

"Still love you." Dean's said.

"Still love you, too." Sam's soul said.

And Dean's soul found peace, even as his Father's dick still worked his unconscious body and hurt him more but Dean didn't feel it.

He was with Sam, at least in spirit. Where he belonged.

Soon sun stole his life and his Father's and he was impaled to the bed by his father's dick still inside him.

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Another three days passed and Sam was climbing the walls. The brothers used their spies to keep an ear out for the end of Sam and Dean's torment. Sam was near catatonic as it was, sleeping all the time, barely waking to eat or drink blood. Gabriel watched him and wanted to help more but…he was rejected every time he tried.

Gabriel eventually fled to their manor to hide, could find no solace there either. So he packed his bag and left, leaving a note where he could be found. And rode away heartbroken, hoping they would come for him someday; if Sam would forgive him for this by then. Sam had a right to be angry.

Xxxxxxxxxxxx

"Where is he?" Sam asked and they looked confused.

"You need to be more specific, Sam. You are dealing with several 'He's here." Charles said and Sam shook his head in annoyance.

"Gabriel, where is my Gabriel?" Sam said then growled at their answer.

"He left a few days ago, said he was going to the manor to wait for you." Charles said and Sam ran out.

"Sam, this isn't safe." He advised but still got into the carriage with him. They got there in two days time and Sam ran in.

"Gabriel!" Sam shouted and ran looking for him.

"He left yesterday." Cas said and looked worried. "He was despondent. Said you didn't love him anymore but he wanted to serve you still. He gave us this address. You are bringing him back, right?" then noticed, "Where is our Master? He's not…with you…" Cas said softly and Sam explained what was happening. "He's doing that?!"

"Yes, but if we save him, they'll kill me and him. So we're stuck trying to wait and not go in a kill the bastard. I got…I freaked out and scared Gabriel away. I wanted to say I was sorry but now I can't find him." Sam said then shook his head, "I would rather have stayed a slave if I'd known it would be like this. He never told me this was the price until it was too late to stop him."

"As he's hoped, and knowing my brother, he planned it well. Dean always made the best plans." Sean said then they chuckled and got quiet, worrying about him again. "Father is hurting him badly." He kicked the ground and growled in hatred, "Fucking Evil bastard!"

"Yes, he is." A voice said and they turned in surprise. It was Gabriel and he looked like he'd been crying. He flinched when Sam held him but relaxed into him after a moment, sobbing. "Sorry, so sorry…" over and over again. Sam soothed him and made him look at him.

"No, I'm sorry. You were doing your Master's Will and I bit your head off and rejected you." Sam said and flushed guiltily. "It wasn't your fault and you weren't a coward. I was wrong to call you such names.

"I love you. I wanted to comfort you but you kept rejecting me. So I ran here and it hurt here, too. So I ran to town and got a room. But it still wasn't helping deal with this so I came back. I want to make you feel better, even though I can't help Dean." Gabriel said and Sam kissed his tears away.

"Hold me then." Sam said then sighed as Gabriel hugged him close, sitting down as he held him. Taking the comfort offered, each one giving it even though they were worried sick for their lover. Cas joined them, sitting at Sam's back and hugging his waist and laying his head to his back. All three men stayed that way for a while and felt better. Their love tying them together and easing their pain some now.

The brothers watched this and were jealous again. Their slaves didn't love them this much. Hell, their parents hadn't. Their wives didn't! So what about their little brother inspired this level of devotion and love? Why couldn't they?

"It's his heart, little ones. Dean gives his heart and loves completely. You hold back and only love what seems to help give you power. Dean loves others and you all just use them." Souri said as she read their thoughts. "He is loved because he loves them. You should try it sometime."

"Seer, you overstep yourself." Charles warned then flinched under her dark eyes.

"No, I step where I am meant to." She said defiantly, "Dean loves and needs them, and if you want someone to feel that way for you, then you should do the same!"

The brothers were quiet then, considering her words. "We will." Charles said quietly. "Love looks nice."

"It does, doesn't it?" Sean said and Morgan nodded.

Then they decided to stay the night to give them time together. The call would go out when Dean was freed mentally. They had time to stay for them.

Xxxxxxxxxx

Dean woke to pain, and rape, and pretending to enjoy it. Reciprocating as if he loved the man he now despised. He hadn't loved him before; one can't really love a father like his. But it was different now. Before the sex was pleasant and there was a measure of lust and desire to it, for four years.

Until he'd raped him and claimed him with violence. That had broken him. But he'd learned to let it go, forgive the King for his last Dark act. He'd been jealous, he understood the feeling and the dark actions it inspired. He had counted on lust and pleasure eventually during this payment; but there was none. The king held violence and rage in his heart now and this was what Dean was given. Rape not sex. Pain and agony not lust and desire. All gone and it was used against him.

Now he was broken again, counting the days until his Hell would end.

"So good, so fucking good!" The kings said as he pulled Dean's head back by the hair and stretched him until it took all Dean's power to not scream again. And the King thrust in hard and deep, impaling the injured man below him and came inside him again, hand caressing his broken and bruised flesh.

Dean fell to bed panting, cum on the sheets from when he'd just cum, unwilling but still hard for it.

Finding only peace when the pain knocked him out or the daily death did.

More days of pain, more times he passed out from it, and knew he was still being taken as he slept. At least he didn't have to feel it this way. Crying and heart aching for the man he loved, and an unheard prayer that this man taking him and breaking him would just stop it. But he never did; he just did it more.

Until Dean finally woke to being cuddled by the fucker that had been terrorizing him for days !

But he managed to hide his rage and remain calm.

"Will you stay with me, beloved?" The King asked thinking that maybe now he'd say yes.

"No, I want to be with Sam. To marry him. You said if I did this, he'd be freed. And we could marry." Dean said and the man nodded sadly.

"Then Sam is free. Two weeks are up." The King said and sighed, "I love you, Dean. I'll miss you making love with me."

"I don't love you. And what you did was not making love, it was rape and torture, you sick fuck! And I sure as hell won't miss you raping and abusing me! You are my Father, and Fathers do not do this to their children! Bobby taught me that! I hate you!" Dean ground out and headed for the door, "Am I not free, too, Father?" Sarcasm filled every word now, hatred peppering them.

"Yes, you are free, too." The King said sadly and the door was opened. And Dean ran to the palace window and sent out his mental call.

'I'm free! Sam is free. Come to me please!' He sent and happiness filled every word.

And the King fled to nurse his broken heart in his room and no one cared. They figured he deserved to know how it felt for once. To have someone tear out your heart and stomp on it. To turn your feelings and needs against you for their own pleasure! Their Evil King should know this, too.

He pulled on robes and ran to wait in courtyard, his lover was coming back and he wanted to hold the man and be sure he still wanted him, even used and damaged as he was.

Praying he did.

Xxxxxxxxxx

Soon they galloped into the courtyard and ran to him, Sam in the lead and the others right behind him. He hugged them hard and breathed in their scents, holding them so tight they couldn't breathe, but what was breathing when you had the love of your life back in your arms?

He'd sooner give up breathing right now. And so would they!

He kissed them with a fiery passion he had never felt before, a desperate need to touch what he loved and not be touched by him! Dean was in the middle of kissing Sam when he got dizzy, and swayed, Sam held him up as he fainted with one hand, the other hand pulling back bloody from the back of his robes. They took them off him and gasped, fury in their faces.

His body was a mass of wounds, pus and blood caking every inch of him, and his whole backside was coated in blood, thick blood that was still fresh. Blood fell to the ground now in droplets and they rushed him to the carriage, bloody robe under him to catch the blood. And took him to their temporary house to tend to him. Praying this didn't kill him, and hoping that vampires really couldn't die, or surely Dean would from this alone!

First they bathed him, washing the residue from him. The wounds wouldn't stop bleeding so they applied the salves to them and bandaged them. He was stitched and bandaged as well. His ass was a different problem. Once they got the blood off, they saw it didn't do any good. More copiously flowed out and took its place. Cloths were applied and stemmed the flow. The Witch Healers were summoned and they took over, working the healing herbs and balm over torn and shredded skin, and working tons of it into his hole, using fingers to spread it completely inside him, coating every injured part. Bloody hands and shirt sleeves performed the spell, and Dean glowed, floating gently over the bed for a bit then floating back down.

"He is healed as he can get. Most of the wounds are gone and the rim and muscles are new skin. They need to heal more and toughen up. His insides are still bleeding but it is less now. It will be gone by the time he comes alive again. He will be out for several days, dead to the world; a prolonged Vampiric coma but…it will let him heal better. He will be completely healed when he awakens." The head witch spoke and pulled her hood down; it was Souri and they hugged her tight. "Master will be fine. I had to come with my Coven. I wanted to help. I am the most powerful witch in the land. I had to be the one to do this spell."

"What spell?" Cas asked and Souri looked at the warlock, unmarked since he hadn't manifested powers yet. Maybe wouldn't ever. Being vampiric could interfere with the development of his magical powers. Maybe it canceled them out? She wasn't sure. A witch had never been turned before coming into their powers before; she would have to wait and see. But if he got them, he would be in their Coven. He would have great power, equal to hers if he got it.

"The Aurorus Halos. Basically we gave part of our essences and took his injuries into ourselves, then let the magic flow and heal us both. It drained us but it worked." Souri explained then leaned in and kissed her Master's cold cheek. "I love you, Master. Be well." she looked at them and sighed, "Bring him to the manor. I will have a room prepared for him now."

"We'll be there." Sam said and they lifted him, and lay him in the carriage. A hand reached out and clutched Sam's wrist, Dean latching onto him in his sleep. "Fine, I'll join you. Possessive thing." He said lovingly and sat on the floor of the carriage so Dean could feel him there. Leaning his head against his arm as it welded itself to his wrist. "Don't have to squeeze so hard, baby. I'm not leaving you now." But still Dean squeezed and Sam gave up trying to stop him. He was scared in his head and alone. But Sam could fix that. He slept now and felt two bodies join him. Touching Dean and him and sleeping as well.

And their souls went to Dean's broken and scared one, soothed and kissed it, and wrapped themselves around him and let him take from them all he needed, their love, and comfort, and need to care for him. And he smiled, letting the coma take them, too. So they wouldn't leave him while he was out. And soon they all were doomed to remain in comas with him and wryly thought that Sleeping beauty had it good, her prince would come and wake her. But their Prince was in here with them, and they all could never wake up until he did. They didn't mind though; they wanted to be here. With him.

And still they held him and swore to never let him go and do a stupid thing like this again!

The brothers saw this when they arrived and sighed, selfish sod! Took them with him and now they had to carry them in, too! Sam and Dean had to be carried together; Dean's hand was welded to Sam's wrist. The others were laid on either side of them but then a strange thing happened…two of the men cuddled tightly into Dean on each side of him and one lay by his hip, all hugging him as tightly as he held onto Sam's wrist. One big joined group, and the brothers smiled.

And left them to rest shutting the door behind them.

"I want to be loved like that." Morgan said sadly. He was alone at his manor, just some slaves who he treated not nearly well enough apparently.

"Me, too." Sean said and thought of his new wife, so beautiful but…so distant. He hadn't touched her yet. A marriage of convenience. His, not hers. He suspected she had loved another and been forced into it. He would talk to her. Maybe if she loved another, he'd let her go.

"I can't have who I love. So I know not to try." Charles said avoiding their gazes and walking away. They hurried to talk to him more, pulling him to face them.

"Who do you love that you cannot even try to?" Morgan asked. It wasn't fair he couldn't love someone. "A slave? You can love a slave. He did."

"Not a slave, but he is a man." Charles said struggling to get away, tears in his eyes, not meeting theirs in shame.

"Why not love him then? A man can be your mate, you know that." Sean said and Charles nodded.

"I know that but to tell him would make me as perverted as our Father…" Charles said and cried, "I can't help how I feel. I know it's wrong but…I do love him, been in love with him for years."

"Who is it?" Morgan begged, "You can tell us, we won't judge you."

"You." Charles said not looking up. "You, Morgan." He fought to get free. "Let me go, I know this makes me evil like him…"

"No, not evil. Just different." Morgan said and pressed closer to him and Sean headed off to give them some privacy. "You really love me?" His hands touched his face uncertainly. Charles breathing sped up and so did his.

"Yes, have for years. I know we brothers enjoy sex with each other at odd times, and don't see it as wrong. But to want you as my husband and claim you forever, that is wrong." Charles shrugged, his green eyes looking into Morgan's green ones. His identical twin, broken with him by their Father, both hurt and taken and forced to be his lovers and slaves…together. Still together after they said no to their father but not to each other.

Years of trying to let each other go, building walls to keep the love out but failing at it at every turn.

"Not wrong if the person loves you back." Morgan said and Charles eyes looked less unhappy. "I will be yours, or try to be. We were already lovers off and on before we came to help Dean; let's just make it official." He suggested and kissed his brother, his tongue seeking entrance and the other letting him in, their tongues tangling and soft moans sounding from them now. "Make me yours!" Morgan gasped as the kiss broke.

And they made their way to the closest bedroom as they peeled their clothes off and touched each other again; this time not for just a moment but to make each other theirs forever now. The door shut behind them as their touches got needier, more desperate.

Foreplay became redundant and soon Charles thrust into Morgan, who opened for him willingly as he always did, tightly and firmly pulling him in deeper with his muscles there. "I love you, Morgan." Charles said softly, kissing him, "We do this and I am moving in with you and never letting you go. We will marry and join our lands. They are side by side, you know; we'll just expand them."

"I love you, too, Charles. I'll marry you. Our lands will be ours together, as we belong to each other now. Make love to me, baby, claim me hard first, mark me as yours forever." Morgan pleaded and moaned as his brother touched him more.

"And I am yours." Charles said then paused in mid-thrust as a hard dick pressed to his own hole, and gentle fingers lubed him up.

"And I will visit often and be your mistress." Sean said and sighed happily as Charles bent forward and he worked carefully into him until he was flush with his brother's ass. "I love you both, too. I will release my wife from her marriage to me. We have not consummated. I was unable to be hard for her…" Sean sighed, "Seems I only do this for you two, too."

"We'll claim you later, brother. After I claim my first husband." Charles said and waited to see if he got it.

"First husband? Who is the second?" Sean asked and they smiled back at him knowingly. He blushed at their insinuations.

"You are, of course." Charles said and kissed him, both men falling into it and their bodies burning for each other now, and soon words were gone and only pleasured cries filled the room as they fucked each other not in lust but Love and came hard into each other and claimed what was theirs. Then switched until all had been taken and loved, and claimed very thoroughly. And cuddled happily in the bed under the blankets, waiting to die for a few hours.

"No one touches you but us." Morgan said jealously now, "I love you guys, I'm with both of you."

"No one touches any of us but each other!" Charles agreed then smiled, "I love you both, too."

"Just us now." Sean said happily and pressed his head to lay it on Charles chest. Tracing his skin with soft fingertips. "I love you two, too."

"Love feels good." Charles said softly and smiled as he died now. The others dead against him and then their souls reached for each other and held on. Becoming One in Love, a feeling they hadn't dare to feel before now. Dean had showed them it was good to love and so they would do it, and found they liked it; love was the best feeling they had ever known. Dean was still a lucky man but, then again, so were they now.

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The Duke's wedding was the most scandalous affair ever to hit the land. A Duke, marrying his former Slave. Freeing him and paying the price for him. Many were shocked but not so much that they didn't do what it took to wrangle an invite to it! It was going to be a gala event.

And so, as days passed, the bride, Sam, got more nervous. Often wearing the tunic and sandals simply because he liked them best, fingering his collar. He knew he looked like a slave still but, he liked looking like this!

Dean went to undo his tunic to help him dress for the rehearsal dinner. Sam held firm to the clasp so he couldn't remove it.

"Sam, you aren't a slave now. You need to change clothes." Dean moaned in frustration as Sam licked a free finger and drew its tip along his stomach and played along a stiffening nipple with it. "Sam…" Dean moaned getting hard immediately. Sam did the same with the other when he saw Dean mesmerized by the hardening nipple. "No fair, Sammy…" He said letting go of the tunic entirely.

"Tunic stays. I wear a robe and you can see my gorgeous body and touch me whenever you want, that is why I wore the tunic, right? You want me to cover up this sexy body…" Sam said and Dean shook his head no in lust. "So I wear clothes out there, but in here, just the tunic. I like my tunic."

"Tunic…" His breath caught as Sam's hand moved along his stomach and cupped his dick through the cloth. "Stay, it stays! Just…let me suck you…"

"Not yet, we're still negotiating here." Sam said with a sexy smile, "The sandals stay and you can suck and touch my body all you want…"

"Sandals stay…" Dean panted and ran hands up to his thighs under the tunic, no covering for his dick and ass under there, per the usual slave garb. Sam moaned and sighed.

"Collar stays on…" Sam said and twirled the golden leash, "Leash, too."

"But… it says you're a slave!" Dean said and moaned as Sam undid his tunic, his erection lingering inches from Dean's face, just out of reach.

"Nuh uh, it stays. I don't care what others think. It is my collar and it stays." Sam said, "You can suck me in public if you want, fuck me, too…Wolves might need a gift again soon." Sam winked, "Once they're here, we might as well…"

"Collar…Collar stays!' Dean moaned and lunged up at his dick and Sam moved it further away.

"Slave gear stays?" Sam asked , running a hand along his dick and making Dean's mouth water for it.

"Yes, stays, anything you want stays, just please!" Dean pleaded and Sam grinned, moving closer and bumping his lips with the head of him.

"Suck my dick." Sam said softly then added, "Then again, I might fuck you in front of them this time…would you like that?"

Dean nodded eagerly at that, eyes glowing with love. Sam's head went back as he moaned deeply, hitting the back of the chair and sitting in it now. Dean sucked him fast and hard and both were finding it harder and harder to control their lust now. Then they both came hard as Dean rode him and Sam filled his ass with his release as they cried out their orgasms now.

"See, told you I'd keep the gear." Sam teased as he kissed him now.

"Sexy bastard! You cheated." Dean teased back.

"All's fair in something and war…what is that word?" Sam pretended to not remember it.

"Love, and, yes, I love you. Stop fishing for compliments, you scheming thing." Dean teased and was pushed to the floor for his words.

"Oh, but I catch the biggest…fish. Oh, whatever will I do with it now?" Sam teased his tongue along the slit at the top of dean's dick, making him gasp for more. Sam sucked him now, harder and faster as he progressed until Dean thought he'd die if he didn't cum soon.

Sam lubed up and smiled, gripping his base tight, preventing his orgasm. "Now be a good boy and fuck me, and I might let you fill me with that tasty cum of yours…"

"Yes, sir!" Dean said and flipped them, taking Sam hard and deep, roughly going as Sam's fingers grabbed at his back and shoulders, moaning obscenely.

"More, fuck me more!" Sam begged, still holding his base tight as Dean nearly exploded to cum. Then an hour later, and more pounding so hard the room shook, Sam felt the need to cum himself and let Dean go, and they came hard and fast, and screamed every orgasm that took them.

And as they cuddled in their bed, Dean had to smile. "That was some good negotiations you did there, Sammy." Sam kissed him softly and laughed.

Sounding very satisfied and smug, Sam replied, "Yes, it was…" Then added, "We should use those negotiations techniques on Cas and Gabe later. Maybe to convince them to marry us, too. Privately, but…I wouldn't mind having them as secret husbands, too."

"Yes, we should do that. But later." Dean said softly and drifted off into their death, feeling the others joining them in the bed now. "I love you, Sammy."

"I love you, too, Dean." Sam said and they also told the others it, too.

"We love you, too. And , even though we do expect to be negotiated with, we will marry you two also." Cas said smiling, "We eavesdropped, shoot us."

"Sexy evil things! Sammy, we got sexy evil slaves, Whatever will we do with them?" He teased and kissed them goodnight.

"Why, love them, keep them, and marry them, of course." Sam said and they all smiled and laughed.

"Damn straight we will." Dean said and sighed happily.

And let death finally take them as their souls embraced again for a few hours, knowing they were fine this way. And that they really loved their slaves very much!

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They were negotiating with Cas and Gabe.

Of course this had to be handled delicately, they were such fine men!

"So…we want you to be our secret husbands…" Dean said, kissing up Gabe's thigh.

"I don't know…I kind of prefer our Slave thing…" Gabe moaned then chuckled, pulling Dean's head back. "Uh Uh, still negotiating here." Dean rolled his eyes and grinned.

"We get to stay slaves…no doing anything stupid like trying to free us like you did Sam either. Still just as free as others as your slaves, you don't get to be hurt that way for us again!" Cas said seriously and Dean nodded.

"When my brother becomes king, I will ask for your freedom then. They are gentler and won't let me be hurt again." Dean promised, not wanting to feel that pain again either.

"No more crazy and stupid plans like that again?" Gabe said as he undid his tunic and his dick brushed Dean's lip, making him open his lips slightly and move to it but Gabe moved it away, "Promise me…"

"No more stupid plans…without discussing them you guys first." Dean panted and groaned. "I could order you to let me do this, you naughty slave."

"Yes, but then I'd have to say no and then you'd have to punish me…with a paddle or something…" Gabe grinned. "You'd have Cas do it for you…" He winked at Cas, who was enjoying letting his dick brush along Sam's jaw and lips, then moving it before he could touch it, making Sam whimper and beg him to let him suck it.

"Sam, you have to take us someplace nice, someplace private for a real honeymoon. No secret thing. As husbands, we want a honeymoon." Cas negotiated and Sam eagerly nodded, eyes lit with need and lust.

"Anything…we'll do anything you want! Just give us…let us…want to suck your dicks now, let us!" They pleaded and were now allowed to with a nod from each slave, sucking them hard and deep, taking them into their throats to tantalize them further. Then oiling up and slipping onto them and riding them, arching and gripping their shoulder as they fucked their slaves and their slaves got lost in the pleasure too. "Marry us?"

"Yes!" Both slaves shouted and moaned as they came and filled them with their cum and were surprised when they switched. Sam sucked Gabe hard now and Dean sucked Cas, riding them again until they came hard over and over together. Then pulling the men to the ground beneath them, hard again already for taking them now, oiling them up, and slipping in, as their hands stroked the slaves, now lost in their pleasure and moans and cries of pleasure filled the air. Fucking them slow then hard until they came together then switching, Dean getting his personal slave and Sam getting his, saving the best for last really…

The room echoed with the sounds of their sex and their desire, and most of all their love. Secret or not, they really loved those slaves and wanted them to be their husbands, too. No matter what the world may think of them. Only they mattered and it was no one else's business anyway.

"Now the tunics. We are keeping them but, Sam, yours should be different. The sandals, too." Dean said and Sam considered this.

"Lengthen them, just past the thigh muscle." Cas suggested, "Different fabric, too."

"The insignia on the latch should be different, not slave but showing your Duke status, like Dean's medallion." Gabe said and they agreed it would work.

"What cloth?" Dean said and wondered, something golden…" The new fabric that Souri bought could work, it's a bit sheer but you wear the slave tunic under it and it should hide most of you… a big medallion welded over the clasp with my Duke insignia should be fine. I have some new gold sandals for you in with our clothes, those will work." He reached into the nightstand and pulled out three boxes. "Open them." He said and gave each one a box. All were small gold charms with the Duke symbol on them. Sam's had a small crown over the Duke symbol like Dean's did.

"What is the crown for?" Cas asked and pointed to Dean's Insignia.

"Sign of Royalty, I am a prince and required to include it in the insignia. My husband is required to wear it, too." Dean explained.

"Do I have to wear robes over my tunic for the wedding ? I can't just wear the new tunic…" Sam said and Dean shook his head.

"It's a royal wedding, and at weddings, we wear robes. But…you can keep your tunic under it during the ceremony…" Dean said and saw Sam shrugged, giving up.

"Okay, I'll wear the robe." Sam said then grumbled, "As soon as they leave, I am wearing just my tunic again. I mean it."

"Yes, you are. You look so great in that tunic, baby." Dean said and Sam blushed then kissed him.

"You should wear one. You'd look good, too." Sam suggest. "Have her make some for you, too, when she makes mine…I would do anything you want if you'd wear one, a gold one like mine will be, of course."

"Okay, I'll ask her to make me some, too." Dean sighed, "You talked me into it, sexy things."

"But we're your sexy things, right?" Cas teased.

"Yes, his and mine. All ours!" Dean said happily and died now as the sun rose.

The wedding was days away and they still had an entire pack of wolves to meet and give lodgings to tomorrow.

Then the nightmare would come.

The King had insisted on performing the wedding ceremony of his youngest son, to give it his blessing.

The very idea of that man, that monster, coming near them again was enough to wish for his death but knew it to be useless. Once the King insisted on something, it was happening.

Didn't mean they had to like it!

Or the fact that he might arrive early and they would be required to give him lodgings until the wedding.

'Fucking bastard!' was the general consensus in the household. The King would get a cold greeting here.

Thankfully, all eight of his brothers were here now, and had sworn to keep him safe. Their Father would never touch Dean again! This time had been enough and they had seen his abused body. Father had gone too far this time!

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The next day the Wolves arrived and were welcomed, and John asked to speak with Dean privately.

"I hear the King is coming." He said worried.

"Yes, he insisted." Dean cringed at the thought of him there.

"We heard what you did for Sam. We think you very brave, my Liege." John said bowing.

"Stop bowing. We have been too intimate for that to be necessary." Dean said sighing and saw the Wolf Lord look up at him guiltily.

"I was requiring payment." John said sadly.

"Why not take our blood? Other packs take it." Dean said and the man sighed.

"Because it was the only way I could be with you the way I wanted to." John said ashamed. "I love you, have for years. Since we were kids and I was sent away. He sent me away because I grew too fond of you; he wanted you for himself. I would have taken you far from his reach before you turned sixteen if I'd stayed. I'd have died stopping him from…claiming First Rights to you, as he did your brothers." He sighed again, "I wanted peace, so I let him take me the same way he did you for a week and then agreed to…never pursue you to love me and, in return, we would have a truce and peace. The mark you bear was not meant to mark our truce…" He laughed bitterly, "It was to remind me of how you could never be mine, that you were his! He decreed only I could do the mark so it would constantly be rubbed in my face that I had to give up my chance at love with you, a chance at happiness I could never take, just to keep my people safe. I chose you for Wolf Mate long ago, and such things are not reversible."

"I am reminded constantly that the one I wish to rule with is the one I can never be with. So I…only chose to have sex with you. I never required it of anyone else. That was cruel I know but…I'm sorry. I won't touch you again. I am like him, I see that now. Forcing you to do that with me." John cried now and moved away. "I will serve you and my pack is yours. I will pay penance for what wrongs I've done you."

"No wrong done." Dean said softly. "It wasn't like it was with him, I promise it wasn't. It was pleasure for me, and you never once hurt me. You gave me the choice to be with you or be with someone else, I chose to fuck you. Not like he forced me, too. I could have said no and left. You gave me an out; I could have left."

"If you had chosen to, I would have made you stay. Did the mark without payment…just to see you, look upon you, was enough if you chose not be with me. Touch was not necessary to satisfy me. Only seeing your face or hearing the voice of my Mate again was enough. I just needed to touch you so badly, I was selfish." John said, "Forgive me, take my pack and my life, in return for the wrong I've done you…"

"No wrong, I said that already. Do you still love me? Am I still your Mate?" Dean asked and saw his pain and loneliness. "You are…have been alone for this long…only being with me when I came to see you…haven't you?" Dean got it now, the desperation and loneliness, the neediness in his touch and rough edge of panic to every kiss. "You waited for me…for whenever I decided to show up. You never touched another but me, did you?"

"No one but you. You are the only one I've ever had sex with. I've never even…consummated with a man or woman. I am a virgin. I just can't bring myself to be with anyone but you." John admitted, "I imprinted on you, you see. We wolves, we choose our mates and want no other after that, can be with no other. Doesn't have to be a wolf either, could be witch, human, seer, and, yes, even vampires. Species does not matter, only that our instincts choose them." He went to leave now. "And I chose you."

"I would have a truce with you, but am not against further…payments…to you." Dean said gently, giving him a soft kiss. "I am sorry you are bound to this fate. Did Father know? Was that why he sent you away?"

"Yes, he saw me choose you. Knew that as my Mate, I would never let him take you. So he told me he'd wipe out my people if I claimed you, If I let you know how I felt. He knew you'd leave with me. So he forced me to choose between my people and you, and told me there was a price for the peace we wanted." John said sobbing now.

"Same price I paid." Dean asked tenderly, wiping his tears away. "For Sam?"

"Yes. Same price. And he made it hurt. It nearly killed me and my people…they…" He hung his head in shame and cried harder, shoulder shaking, "He left me so broken I could not move, brought me to shame and low as he could get me to make them see me as less than a man, a whore, and summoned them to come get the…nothing he left me as. I nearly died and the only thing that saved me was the fact that, as a Wolf, we were pretty much Immortal and heal quickly. But my spirit and my heart, even as Immortal as I am, never healed. That was my true price I paid for the peace and lives of my people. I sacrificed all I loved, even myself, to save them and keep them safe!" He sighed, "All Kings must make a sacrifice to their duty, and as I am King of the Wolves, I paid mine. The price we pay is usually the person or thing we love and care about most in the world. It's the one thing that is always out of reach for us. And my sacrifice, the person I love most and can't have, is you, Dean."

"Then fuck what that Evil bastard wants and secretly marry us." Sam said as he approached and held the crying man. "I had no idea he did that to you. I thought you a cruel man, who sought sex of those that entered his land. I was jealous you touched him before I could. I didn't know…" He cried with him now, "You deserve to be loved, John. You do! Dean, could you love him? Be his Mate? Is it so hard to learn to love him, Dean? He was so hurt…"

"I could love him. I would be his Mate but…Father is coming soon, he will hurt them all if I do…" Dean worried and kissed the man now.

"Then be my Secret Mate, and when another rules in his stead, we can petition to marry then. I would not have my people harmed for my own selfish desire and love for you! They mean more to me than you do. They need me more. My duty is to them and I would die to keep them safe!" John said and sighed, touching Dean's face with love in his eyes. "They are my people, Dean, and I their King. My happiness is a luxury I cannot afford."

"Then we will do it secretly. Then petition my brother to let us be together officially." Dean agreed. "I am sorry you suffered so at my Father's hand. He has poisoned this land with his Evil and there seems no end to it…" Dean said softly as they held each other for comfort, "I would kill him if I could."

"I know. I would help you if I knew how." John agreed, "He cannot rule forever, Dean. No ruler does. One will take his place someday."

"I hope so. I am tired of the Evil around me and the way this world has changed. Sam, you wouldn't believe me but once these lands were peaceful, no slavery or marks to carry to show what people were. No price that kills them, even as it frees them. Gold, jewels, and friendship, loyalty and alliances were the coin of the realm, not sex and blood. They could roam where they wanted and no price or payment was needed. It was a place of love and peace. Until he conquered it, and turned it to ruins around us." Dean said regretfully, "I regret the day we ever found your land, John. For that was the day that Father decided to take it for his own." He shook his head sadly, "Such Evil times we live in."

"But not for long." John said and gave him his medallion, placing it in Dean's hand. "Marry me secretly, in front of our Pack. Make love to me there and be our king. I will be your Mate. I am not worthy of it. Claim me. My Pack will serve you now. I will serve you as Second. Your Father need not know this. It will be kept secret as we pretend I am only your ally in these lands. But I would step down. I want to let you rule me, rule them. You are a good man. You will rule our wolves wisely." He stood now. "Can we do it tonight? Before he comes?"

"Yes, we can." Dean said, "What of Sam? He wishes to marry you, too."

"You both claim me, rule together. I don't care. It became your decision when I gave up my Mantle of Leadership. It is in your hand, Dean. You are King of the Wolves now. You make it so." John said and left now, "I love you, Dean, Sam. Protect us. Keep our people safe from him. Only you can now. Like all kings, I could not rule forever. Nor will he. It is the way it is for us."

He left now and Dean sat there in silence, fingering the medallion in his hand. "Can I do this, Sam? Rule the wolves? Keep them safe? Keep you all safe?" He said softly, uncertainly. Doubtful. "I am afraid. A king should not feel fear but…I fear I will fail them, that I will fail you and the others, and, most of all, I fear him even touching me again and seeing him again. I don't even want him to touch me in welcome!" Dean sobbed and Sam rocked him as he trembled, "I want him dead! But if I can't have that, let me be dead, for I do not wish to feel this fear and pain anymore. I keep seeing and feeling him raping and hurting me. Have since he said he was coming. I don't want him here. I don't want him doing the wedding. I don't want…" He cried harder now and soon stopped, sniffled and wiped his face. "What I want doesn't matter, does it? I am the slave here, my Father the Master…I will never be free of him. There is no price that would free me."

"You said as a present, he gives you a vow? To give you anything you wanted, no matter what it was?" Sam asked and idea forming.

"It is the custom of Royal weddings to offer this to the Prince and royal heirs, yes." Dean looked curious. "Why?"

"Give me the right to ask for it, let me ask it of him." Sam asked and Dean looked surprised.

"Sammy…" Dean said softly.

"I want to ask him." Sam said, and smiled, "I can free you, as you freed me. Just give me this right."

"It is yours." Dean said then let him hold him, "I want to be free of him, Sammy. I feel bound and chained, though I do not see them. My heart and mind do though; they feel them."

"And I will remove them from you." Sam said softly.

"I love you, Sam." Dean said and nodded.

"I love you, too." Sam said and sighed. "Come, Souri has made our favorites. And we have a Mating Ritual to prepare for. We claim our Wolf Mate tonight and take our Pack for ourselves."

"Can we keep them safe?" Dean asked, slipping the medallion on, sliding it under his shirt.

"Yes, I can make sure of it." Sam said, "That is why I wanted to answer the vow for you." He smiled cruelly, "I will free us all from him."

"Sam, what are you planning?" Dean asked suspiciously.

"I will make you King." Sam said simply.

"Oh." Dean said softly. And wondered if Father would let them do it, give the throne up for a wedding vow…he wished he would. His Father had reigned for too long as it was!

And with that they left the room to see what food Souri had prepared for them.

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The Dukes approached the Meeting area and the wolves let them in. They approached the throne now and bowed in respect.

Both vampires wore tunics. Souri had made Dean a slave tunic to wear under the shear cream and gold one with a gold medallion welded over the clasp for both men. Their sandals were golden and shimmered. They were bare of all other clothing. Each wore a Truce mark around their left bicep and one wore a black and gold slave collar with a charm bearing the Duke's Insignia with a crown. A royal prince/Duke symbol.

Both of them approached the dark haired Lord as he stood by the throne. Dean's Mantle of Leadership clearly worn around his neck now. Dean sat on the throne and Sam took the other one, makeshift for now, having two co-rulers was new to wolves but…they were the kings, so they would adapt. They all bowed to them and took wolf forms in submissive positions around them now, seeking First Approval of their new Kings. Dean bowed to them as well, baring his vampire fangs to show his true form, too. This was Second Approval.

Two more to go.

The former King still wore his golden crown. A small band of gold that fit around his head. A simple band, no peaks or jewels, a thin circular band. Another was handed to him now. He placed it on Dean's head first, kissing his forehead. Then on Sam's, kissing his forehead again. Then bowed prostrate at their feet. Dean and Sam nodded and bade him stand. This was Third Approval.

They stood and walked over the stone table, where a pallet of velvet and silk cloth lay on it. They lovingly undressed John, kissing him softly, his head going down in submission as he went to lay on the pallet. Going onto his back and spreading his legs. The vampires prepped him for taking, soft growls of dominance coming from them, needy whimpers of submission from John. They sucked him together and he moaned louder, forgetting the whole pack watching them, the hands of his lovers driving all thoughts but those of his Mates finally claiming him. He didn't mind being the Second, Dean would be a good King. He was a natural submissive anyway. Not really dominant at all, only acting like it to keep his Pack safe. Dean was a dominant person so that suited John perfectly.

"Mine." Dean said, biting hard on his neck, making them both get hard instantly. Sam bit the other side, "Mine." Sam said.

"Yours." John said and waited to see what they were going to do.

Dean took him first, oiling up and working in slowly, taking his time getting him used to it. "You okay, John?"

"Okay, just feels stretched. I'll be fine. Move more please?" John begged.

Dean moved more, going slowly in and out, Sam working his dick as Dean moved in him. John arched as the pleasure hit finally and he moaned, "More, please, harder, more!" He moaned and his head fell back as his legs went around Dean and locked at the ankles, pulling him in deeper. "Baby…." John moaned softly as he felt his breath catch and his body burning now, his orgasm pushing through him like a river and he was helpless to stop it. Dean felt him tightening and moaned, going harder and faster despite his best efforts to make slow love to him. John wanted harder and faster, a little pain to push him over the edge.

So he leaned down as he took him rougher and sank his fangs into him, and John practically screamed his pain and pleasure as they joined inside him and made him cum crying out Dean's name, hands grasping him and claws coming out and cutting lines in his flesh, pain hitting Dean's pleasure and blending as well. Dean cumming with him over and over until they could stop.

Then Sam sucked him and thrust in, taking him slow then faster, sinking fangs in and John wrapped legs around him, too. Rougher happened eventually and he bit him hard on the other side where his bite already was. And between the pain of Sam's bite and the pleasure his body was feeling, John came screaming and their orgasms whipped through them. Their orgasms took them over until they fell gasping to the pallet. They now leaned over him in a dominant position one last time as he bowed his head to them in perfect submission.

The wolves now howled in happiness and pride, power passing from John to them now. Power of one wolf blending with the power of the next until the wolves' power combined and poured into them, too, strange marking appearing on their skins, black tattoos that swirled magically around their arms and torsos, and hips as well. Ending with a strange spiral that became a wolf's head that nestled at the base of their backs. The marks glowed now becoming golden and shimmered before absorbing into them, taking them over as it joined with their Vampiric souls; taking their minds away with the intense power filling them, and settled into them both after a minute. They felt the power ease up and return to the wolves again, and leave some behind in them, John's in there, too. The wolves' powers were theirs now, along with the Vampiric ones they already had. The marks became black now and stayed tattooed on their skins now.

It was the final approval, The Fourth Approval.

The Wolf Essence forever inside each of their Kings now. The Mantle of Leadership now theirs completely. John no longer bearing his marks, his skin unblemished and tattoo free. The tattoo marked their King and left when they were no longer the King. A Magical Mark of Leadership and Royalty.

They carried their new lover into their tent and cuddled there, sleeping now as they waited for the sun. Dying when it came. All three lay there and woke hours later, finally joined and married, at least in the eyes of their Pack and each other. The King would not know this.

He'd have killed them all if he'd known they had done it. And so they would keep it secret.

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They dressed carefully now, shirts worn under the robes that covered their marks, the Wolf's medallion under the shirt and the Duke's one on top. A long white robe of simple white for Sam. A similar robe with gold trim for Dean. Both wore their tunics and sandals under the robes, smiling smugly before looking unhappy again.

He was coming soon and they just wanted to lock the gates and tell him to go back home! He wasn't wanted here!

But they didn't do that.

They lined up in order of importance with Dean first in line, the wolves stood to the side concerned for their Kings as their faces were pinched with fear and dread. John knew they knew part of it, the price Dean paid but the other stuff, the abuse as kids. They didn't know that, and if they had, they'd have torn that King to shreds for hurting their King that way!

Dean's brothers lined up beside him and looked angry and worried, too. The slaves watched from by the front door, upset and worried, too. The air was thick with tension and hatred. But not for them.

The King's caravan pulled in and he was unloaded. Sweeping down, he sensed the feelings in the air. Tension, fear, anger, and hatred. No welcome or love at all. He stepped forward anyway and faced Dean.

"Congratulations on your wedding, Dean." Marco said formally and watched Dean's face. His eyes were wide and his breathing fast. He made no move to touch him. So Marco hugged him and Dean froze in his arms, forcing his arms to hug him, and shook lightly as he contained his terror. His spine a tight line and body rigid the whole time. He moved down and hugged the others, their bodies tight and angry as well.

Sam was hugged and welcomed, he tried for calm but only ended up with surly. He still respectfully bowed his head to him, eyes down and hiding his rage and hatred, body in a tight line against his touch.

"I am pleased to be here. Your wedding will be a jewel in the royal crown." The King said.

"We are honored to have you here, Father." Dean said and cringed, really wanting to add, "Now you can leave, you sick bastard!" But instead said, "I will have you taken to your room, surely you are tired from your long journey."

"Yes, I am." The King said and smiled as Gabriel and Cas carried his bags up as Rufus led him to the room he was to stay in.

Once he was gone, Dean nearly fell weakly to the ground, shaking. Dean and his brothers caught him and held him to calm his shaking body, tremors filling him still. "I don't want him to be in the same house as me, is that cowardly?" Dean whispered crying a little.

"No, baby. He hurt you badly. Trust me, we don't want to be in the same house as him either. No one does." Sam reassured him. "It's just one night. We marry tomorrow night, promise."

"I…I know." Dean said and sighed, "I need to go see if he is comfortable." He went in and his shoulders drooped. Sam went with him and took his hand.

"Not leaving you alone with him." Sam reassured him, "Not leaving your side until he's gone."

"Thank you, that helps." Dean said gratefully. Earning Sam a warm smile and a hug, with a deep kiss to let him know Sam as here for him and he loved him.

They headed in to see if he was comfortable now. He was in his room sitting on the bed, already unpacked. "Can we get you anything else?" Dean said softly, polite and civil, when he felt anything but.

"No thank you." The King said and sighed, "You hate me, don't you?"

"Yes." Dean said calmly. "If you need anything, let my servants know. We are here to serve you, Father." And left.

Marco stared at the closing door and sighed, he'd figured as much. He'd been foolish to think his son had forgiven him and still loved him. After what he'd done, he'd figured Dean would need time to cool off, but didn't think he hated him. He knew the price for freeing Sam, why was he acting this way?

He let the insult go and sighed, Dean needed more time to forgive him, so he'd give it to him. He loved him enough to do that. His beautiful runaway prince and lover, no longer his, but still very loved!

Then settled in and took a nap.

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Dean fell to his knees again and fought to compose himself. "I can't do this." He shook his head. "I can't pretend he didn't…I can't do ….I can't let him…I want him gone or dead!"

"We'll take over his care for the rest of the visit, Dean." Morgan said and hugged him. "You stay away from him. It is affecting you too much."

"I'm sorry I can't do this. I should be man enough to do it. But I'm not. I hate him so much!" Dean said softly, "And I'm so afraid of him at the same time."

"That's to be expected, little brother. After all he's done to you, it's amazing you've held onto yourself this long! We're impressed. Let us deal with him from now on, okay?" Morgan said and Dean sniffled.

"Okay." He said and got up, taking Sam's hand, "Take me to my wolves, I need to be with friends right now."

"Yes, you do. Come, they are waiting for us." Sam said softly, "They sensed your pain." Dean's response was to let Sam pull him close and head out the door to the waiting wolves. Souri watched him go with eyes full of love and worry. Then hate and anger for Marco as he approached the slaves.

"I wish to bathe." He said to Cas.

Cas was tempted to tell him to run his own bath and drown himself in it but instead bowed a head and went to run him one obediently. Keeping his eyes down to hide his hate for the man. "Yes, Sire." Cas said humbly and rushed to do it.

The King noticed his son's slave were all beautiful and considered asking for one to join him for the night. When he mentioned it to Morgan, his Eldest son insisted Dean had urgent business that had came up he had to deal with and had put him in charge. He was told that wasn't possible. They were their personal slaves and he didn't have permission to assign one to the King; he was sorry.

Inside he smiled. Both Cas and Gabriel would find a way to kill him if he so much as touched them. But it would be amusing to see if they could kill the bastard…then decided against mentioning it.

Hours later, they returned and headed to bed.

"May I request the company of one of your beautiful slaves, my son?" The King asked at the base of the stairwell. He'd been waiting for them to return.

"No, they have other duties to me tonight. I apologize, I will prepare company for you next time." Dean said calmly and bowed respectfully.

"Then may I have the pleasure of your company?" The King asked and Dean shot Sam a terrified look.

"We have a lot to prepare for. The wedding is taking a lot of our time up. I must decline your offer, Sire. But thank you for honoring us with your request." Sam said and they headed to their room where Cas and Gabe waited for them. Dean felt hatred fill him again. How dare he ask that! He would rather die than let that man embrace or touch him again!

Then they cuddled Dean between them and soothed him as their deaths came to them again. And soon they all were gone until a few hours later, when they would be married and the King could fucking leave them alone forever!

They wished he'd leave now but knew he wouldn't.

But it was their hearts fondest desire right now!

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The vows were simple, their faces solemn. Looking toward each other the whole time and finding it hard to be really happy when every bone in their bodies screamed for them to fucking kill the man marrying them. But they stayed calm and civil to the end and were given his blessing, and named as Mates and husbands.

They wanted to flee the room and kick his ass out now but there was one part left and Sam was looking forward to it.

The Wedding Feast was huge but Dean ate little, hatred and fear filling him too much. The others watched their Master and King feel these things and ate very little, too. Too focused on the intruder that was hurting the man just by sitting next to him.

After the meal, the King took Dean aside to discuss the Vow. Dean said he'd given Sam the right to make the requests for him. And left his presence as fast as he could to sit between Gabriel and Cas for comfort, knowing they'd ease his pain with their love by just touching his hands under the table, when all they wanted to do was hold him and kiss his fear away!

"I am told you are the one to give my vow to. It is our custom to offer Royal heirs a vow that allows them to have whatever they want from us and we have to give it. So I am asking, what can I grant you, no matter how small, I will give it freely." The King said and was surprised his vehement response. And taken back by his demands but knew he had to grant them. He'd promised.

"Besides dropping dead right now at my feet, I suppose I have some requests, you sick fuck." Sam said coolly. "You have enough nerve to insist on showing here when you know how he and I feel about you. I can't figure out if you're oblivious to our hatred, or just plain got a death wish. We fucking hate you! You raped my husband, your own damn son! And act like we should just welcome you? No fucking way!"

King knew his hatred and didn't see how it mattered. Took him aside and spoke with him privately. "You raped him over and over! Are you aware how hurt he was? Did you even care!" Sam hissed angrily, keeping it to a whisper.

"No, all slaves are like that when they are freed. Broken, and bleeding, hurt and abused. One last reminder to what they are, whether they are free or owned. A slave is always a slave, that never changes." The king said as if it explained everything. "I love him. I showed him I loved him, too, there toward the end. He apologized for leaving me; he even said he wanted me."

"It was forced! He said it to make you happy and you know it." Sam hissed. "He didn't mean a word of it! He never needed you that way; he needed a father!"

"I could never be his father. Not for any of my sons, they were for sex and to be used. I never loved them but I do love Dean; always have." The King said softly, "A slave always ends up raped and broken when it is freed; Dean knew that. I could not change that, even for him."

"I wish I could kill you for that!" Sam growled and the king nodded. His lover was well loved. He'd hoped as much.

"I understand that. Now tell me your requests, Sam." The King insisted. "I will give you whatever you wish."

"You never talk to him again, never lay your unworthy eyes on him ever again, and stay the fuck away from Dean and I for the rest of our lives! You've done enough. And you will step down as King and give the throne to Dean! You will go far from here, be banished from these lands as punishment for what you've done to them!" Sam said without hesitating.

King was sad now. Dean was his youngest, his favorite son and lover. The one most like him and the one that should have been the heir to the throne anyway. "I agree. He sacrificed himself at great cost for you, and I know now he would do it for others as well. He will be king now and you will be his Queen, sort of. Consort then."

"Oh." Sam said in surprise, "He's your son! If you loved him so damn much, why did you hurt him that way?" He cried and the king nodded. "Because I am a monster, and enjoyed it; loving him was no barrier for my cruel desires. I enjoyed it but…I do love him, will miss him. But you're right, he didn't deserve it. Not from me, his own Father." The king said and sighed, "I will let him go for that reason. I will never speak nor look upon him again, and he will be King. Hopefully a better king and man than I was. He is not cruel like me, nor as perverted in thoughts. You are good for him, beautiful one. If I had seen you on the bidding box, he never would have gotten you." The King smiled, touched Sam's face softly now, "I'd have bought you for myself! So beautiful and perfect. You'd have been my favorite Slave."

"Uh, thanks." Sam said and backed up. This was getting creepy. "Dean is looking for me."

"Yes, he is." The King said backing off and smiling softly. Sam embraced Dean and Dean kissed him happily.

"Sire, the crown?" Sam reminded him.

"Will be his tomorrow." The King said softly, "Your Coronation is at noon, Dean. You will receive the crown from me and I will leave this land forever, banished and never seeing or speaking to you again, as your husband has requested." He sighed, "I must go prepare the castle for your arrival now. May your Union be blessed, my son."

"Thank you, Father." Dean said and bowed. "I was honored by your marrying us and visiting our home."

"I was honored as well. You are my son and I am most proud of you." Marco said.

Dean and Marco lied with every word but protocol dictated they be hospitable to the King and so they had lied. Said pretty lies and polite words they didn't mean.

One wanting to touch his lover again so badly he ached, and the other so sickened and full of rage, he wished he knew how to kill the other man so he could have done it right then. And, as he pulled out to road, his carriage getting smaller in the horizon, a sense of relief and peace filled them now. "He really making him King tomorrow? Not a trick?" John asked not trusting the King at all.

"It was my request from him for the Wedding Vow. He has to honor it or lose face and die for it. He has to make him King, where he likes it or not." Sam said smugly, hugging Dean tightly, pride in his voice, "You are going to be such a good King! You can heal this land and those he hurt, trust me." He sighed happily as Dean cried tears of joy now. "You are free, baby. You are free of him for Eternity now!"

"You freed me!" Dean said happily and buried his face in his lover's neck.

"You freed me first. The moment you bought me at that market." Sam said lovingly, and smiled. "I was so lost and alone, with nowhere to go and no one to trust when you insisted on buying me. You never once treated me like a slave. Always like a man you loved; right from the start." Sam said and shrugged.

"That's because I did. I loved you as soon as I laid eyes on you, Sammy. " Dean admitted, "I had to have you, baby!"

"And now you do." Sam said happily.

"Hey, John, I got an idea for a Crown mark, like the Truce one but showing royalty…take a look." Cas said holding out a scroll.

"I like it, who gets one?" John asked and teased, "There is the problem of payment…"

"Sam, Dean, Me, Gabriel, and You." Cas said then teased, "I'm very willing to pay a payment, but think we should reverse the partners though."

"Oh, really? And that would be?" John moaned softly as they kissed his neck and ear.

"We fuck you first. They got you already, baby. It's our turn…" Cas whispered as his hand slipped lower.

"Bedroom…" John moaned and they laughed, tugging him upstairs, where all four men made love to their Wolf Mate and Consort and then let him make love to them, finding wolves really were bigger everywhere and begging him for more. And when they died as the sun rose, he had to resign himself to being pinned by four very dead vampires for a few hours, and slept with them now.

And when they woke up, he did their Crown marks in bright gold around their right biceps, and had his assistant do his on him. Then they headed to the palace for Dean's coronation. And to usher in the reign of the new King. Something everyone was thrilled about!

The wolves were free now.

So were the people.

Those sons he'd hurt were free finally.

But, best of all, Dean was free!

And Sam wanted to keep him that way, swearing that if that Evil king came back, he would find a way to kill his abusive ass!

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Dean sat on the throne, Sam at his side, their Royal robes of blue were resplendent. The light from the windows fell on the gold of the crowns on the pillows. One on each side. The king gave them a sad look and they gave him nothing. Wishing it over and done with, so the man would finally be gone.

"Can't we make this work?" The man pleaded, holding the crown over Dean's head but not lowering it.

"Crown me and leave." Dean said coldly and hissed quietly, "I hate you, never loved you. What you did to me, to my brothers, your own sons was monstrous. Give me my crown and free us from your Evil, old man." Dean sat still now as the crown was placed on his head. "You touch me and I swear I will have you beheaded by dawn."

The man gulped and nodded, pain and heartbreak in his eyes, Dean eyed him coldly, not caring. Secretly enjoying his pain. Pain he'd caused him, caused John, caused everyone! He watched as Marco put the Queen's crown on Sam and Sam bowed in respect, or feigned respect, but it still counted.

The old king left the platform now, moving toward the side doors after bowing to them. They considered beheading him while he knelt there but figured it would be in bad tastes to do, so settled for a nod and watching him go.

Marco packed his bags and headed toward his horse. No footman bade him farewell, no one came to see him off. He realized now how hated he really was. How glad they were he was leaving.

How wrong he'd been. He'd never been one to love anyone, not even his wife, who he'd forced to marry him because of her beauty and the kingdom she would bring him. An alliance of kingdoms. His heart had craved pain and he'd inflicted it well. Breaking her Will as he forced her to submit to him, never giving her love since he never knew how to. His sons were born out of his rape of her, never making love, she hated him too much for that to happen, and he had seen their beauty and youth, had craved their bodies as they grew up. Dark desires had filled him at the sight of his first sons at the age of fourteen. So he created a rule so he could be with them. He got First Rights to them or they became slaves to others, sold to others less kind than him. He would be a good lover to them, their tender bodies would respond to him pleasurably; once they got past the awkward stage. The Claiming was the hard part. They would fight it, he'd known that, but they would come to see him as their loving Master. To be fair, he'd set the time limit to four years, giving them the chance to say No and end it at twenty.

Again he beat his queen into submission when she'd objected. Then he'd claimed Morgan as his own and Charles, his brother, twins, and broke both to his Will and every desire for them. Then the other sons were forced to do the same. All said no later which had hurt him. He had been the perfect lover to them, the perfect Master, what else did they expect of him?

Now he knew. They had expected him to be their father but he couldn't do that. And it had made them hate him.

Dean had been different, more beautiful than his brothers, more passionate in bed, loving and strong to him. Submitting and giving back as much desire and lust and love as Marco gave him. His perfect lover. He had thought him in love with him and that he would stay, thus he dared to fall in love with him. But he'd said no. Then he'd had a second chance, and it had turned bitter between them. He'd tried to love him but Dean fought it, wouldn't let the love inside his heart. So Marco had hurt him to punish him for rejecting him then tried to make it up to him.

Dean had apologized, begged to be with him, demanded more of him. So he'd thought he'd been loved again. But it was a lie, all a lie. Dean never loved him. He really did hate him.

So with a heavy heart, Marco mounted his horse and rode away, and no one in the kingdom missed him; especially his sons. Especially Dean, who breathed a sigh of relief when his spies told him the man had passed the final borders of the kingdom. Smiling happily as he and his brothers embraced and cried, thrilled the man was gone and would never return.

His Evil would need to be dealt with…Dean thought, and wrote out some decrees.

No more slavery. All slavers caught doing it or with slaves would be killed on sight. Slaves would be taken in and cared for, freed to their homes or wherever they wanted to go, free. Taken or kidnapped ones would be freed instantly, the takers killed on sight as well. Same applied to those taken into sexual slavery, they would be freed and the one taking them would be killed.

No more marks to determine your species, no more census to see how many there were and where they lived, as if keeping track of territories would make them more submissive to the king!

The blood and sex price would be abolished! If payment were demanded, it was to be paid in gold, jewels, or other ways, never again would one have to be sexual with someone just because they entered their territory. People were free to roam where they wished, imposing borders on them was forbidden.

No treating other species as less than equals, no bigotry or prejudice would be tolerated.

All issues would be dealt with by the king and his council, no killing or using disputes to take others' territories from them. All wars and feuds would be ended or the king and his army would end them for you!

There would be peace now, and the king's Evil would be erased as soon as they could do it.

Dean wanted to make things better and prayed this would do it.

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Marco sat in the wastelands, wiping the Kraken blood from his skin. Another failed attempt at dying. No end to his loneliness and pain.

He saw her approaching and, gasped in disbelief, knowing her on sight but whimpering as her form shimmered into another one; a much scarier one.

"Who…what are you?" Marco gasped out, afraid, knowing who she was already.

"I am Death." She said and smiled, "Your death. But then you already knew that."

Marco sighed, "I've been looking for you." He said softly.

He bowed his head now and waited for her to take him.

But no taking happened.

"You have a choice, Marco. You can die and go to the afterlife and pay for your Evil, or I can give you a second chance. It depends on how your soul's weighing goes. Sit still, I am going to do it now." She said and reached for him. Marco wanted to run and hide but submitted to her touch.

And awaited her Judgment.

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