So, this is my first... Rated M story... Please no flaming. Good criticism is welcomed. Thanks to my wonderful Beta-reader/Co-author Phoenixofthelostandforgotten! She's the best, and apparently, really loves this story. Thank you all for reading, and please review!

Lots o' Love,

Miss Vannix

You Shook Me All Night Long

AC/DC

She was a fast machine she kept her motor clean

she was the best damn woman that I ever seen.

She had the sightless eyes telling me no lies

knocking me out with those American thighs.

Taking more than her share

had me fighting for air.

She told me to come but I was already there.

Cause the walls start shaking

the Earth was quaking

My mind was aching.

And we were making it.

And you shook me all night long.

Yeah you shook me all night long.

I'm working double time on the seduction line

she's one of a king she's just mine all mine.

Wanted no applause it's just another course.

Made a meal outta me.

And came back for more.

Had to cool down for another round.

Now I'm back in the ring to take another swing.

Cause the walls were shaking, the Earth quaking

my mind was aching.

And were making it.

And you shook me all night long.

Yeah you shook me all night long.

Knocked me out I said you

shook me all night long.

Yeah you shook me.

When you shook me.

Sam moaned as he shoved his brother against the wall with one hand on Dean's shoulder, the other wrapped around his hip. Sam growled as he captured Dean's lips with his own in a searing kiss. Tongues battled for dominance. Hands grappled for a purchase. Sam rolled his pelvis against Dean's, straining erections rubbing together, the rough denim of their jeans giving both too much friction and yet not enough.

Sam ripped his lips away from his older brother's and titled Dean's head back until he could look Sam in the eye and read his lips.

"I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk tomorrow." Sam's voice was low and gruff, though Dean couldn't hear him; he gave a smirk as Dean shuddered and let a gasp escape.

Dean had been deaf since the age of ten, when an explosion had taken the sense from him. John continued to hunt, and even Dean learned to hunt some without his hearing. Of course, he always had to have another hunter with him, and he always kept his back against a wall. Since one sense was taken from him, his others became sharper, more defined. He had a better sense of smell, and had even told Sam a few times different monsters had a distinct smell about them.

Sam felt Dean's hand press against his chest and sign, Do it, if you think you're man enough.

Sam gave a laugh and took Dean's plump lower lip between his teeth. He ran his tongue along the flesh, tasting nachos and cheap beer. He let go of the skin and captured Dean's mouth in another kiss, letting his tongue swoop into taste the forbidden chambers of his older brother's mouth. He groaned as Dean's hand slipped beneath the waistband of his jeans and tightly squeezed the globe of his ass. His other hand traveled up and around his neck until they reached his hair and pulled, making Sam's scalp tingle.

Sam shoved his hands under Dean's shirts, feeling taut muscles under smooth skin quiver under his calloused hands. "You asked for it," Sam said and began to pull Dean's shirts over his head, Dean groaning at the loss of his brother's hands on his skin.

Sam successfully got Dean's shirts up and over his head, throwing them over his shoulder, not caring where they landed. Sam's hungry eyes raked over Dean's sculpted chest, the dusky nipples, and the neat treasure trail disappearing under his jeans. Sam raised his arms as Dean hurriedly tugged Sam's shirts over his head. Sam trailed his lips along Dean's jaw, and down his neck, letting his teeth scrape skin. When he reached the dip where Dean's neck met his shoulder, he sank his teeth into the muscle there.

Dean moaned. It was small and almost soundless, but Sam had heard it. And he wanted to hear more. With his lips and teeth adhered to his older brother's skin, he fumbled with the button on Dean's jeans until he got them undone, and dragged both his boxers and underwear down, taking Dean's boots with the jeans as he threw them across the hotel room.

Sam's eyes were instantly drawn to Dean's impressive length, bobbing slightly against his lower stomach. Sam felt Dean's hand lay against his chest as he signed. You're taking too long. If you don't hurry…

He stopped signing, and his other hand slowly drifted down his chest to his engorged member. Sam growled low in his throat and grabbed Dean's hand, slamming it against the wall above his head and held it in place with his hand. His other hand made its way to Dean's mouth. Sam's eyes locked with his brother's. "Suck."

Dean took three of Sam's fingers into his mouth, rolling them around and coating them in a thick layer of spit. The fingers were ripped from his mouth. Dean's head thumped against the wall as Sam's long finger traced around the rim to Dean's entrance, then slowly penetrated. Dean's hips jerked forward as his baby brother easily found his sweet spot.

Sam's other hand was on Dean's chest, rolling a dusky nipple between his fingers. Dean moaned as Sam slowly inserted another finger, and Dean ground his hips down onto the digits, eliciting another moan from his mouth. Sam entered a third finger, and scissored his fingers the best he could at the angle.

Sam withdrew his fingers and yanked his own jeans down his thighs until they were pooled around his ankles. Sam then drew one of Dean's legs around his hips, and rocked the other one up into the crook of his elbow. He sealed his lips over Dean's and with one, slow thrust, he entered Dean.

Sam's mouth muffled the gasp his brother uttered and slowly pulled out, then slammed back in. The pace Sam set was bruising, and had him slamming home with the gentleness of a rabid werewolf. Dean's hips raised up to take every thrust, moaning as Sam hit the spot that made him see stars.

Dean's free hand was tangled in Sam's soft locks, his other hand still pinned against the wall by Sam's huge paw, his brothers fingers entwining with his own. Sam's thrusts had become jerky, and Dean knew his baby brother was close. He tore his lips away from Dean's. Dean read his brother's lips as Sam let go of Dean's hand and wrapped it around his aching length. "Come for me."

With a twist of Sam's wrist and the words, hot come spurted up between their chests. Dean's eyes rolled in their sockets, and his breathing was erratic. Sam came after another thrust, roaring and sinking his teeth into Dean's shoulder hard enough to draw blood. Both leaned against each other to keep standing.

Sam slowly untangled himself from his brother and set Dean on unsteady legs. Grabbing a shirt that was a few feet away, Sam wiped both his and Dean's chests down.

Sam stopped in cleaning as he felt Dean sign against him, You're man enough.

Sam smiled as he grabbed his brother's hand and tugged him towards the bed. Once on the bed, Sam pulled Dean across his chest, heaving a satisfied sigh. He pulled his brother close and tucked his nose into short blonde hair. As Sam spoke, he also signed into Dean's back, It was my pleasure.