Fulfilment

Summary: Prompt response to: Yezer Ra. It was a sinful, wonderful impulse to satisfy their needs as the world burned. A very, very strong M for heavy Wincest. Don't say I didn't warn you.

Note: Well, If I owned Supernatural…*snickers* Yes, I'm taking advantage of an M rated story to be dirty and inappropriate but…Dean and Sam would spent a lot of time between each other's legs. And God help me, I have to make a (I joke you not) yearly appearance at church on Sunday. *blushes*

Now, for the part where I get bitchy. Last time someone reported me and got my story taken down, which, fine, okay if you think this surpasses M, fine, I don't care, that's fair-but PLEASE tell me first and I'll remove it myself, KTHX?

*groans* Sorry, for that. But…right. Um…I hope y'all enjoy reading this as I did writing it.

*singsongs* porny, porn, porn…*giggles* sorry, folks…I think I over did it on the pre-bed coffee.

The world was on its last leg and the Apocalypse was raging around them, but even then, some things couldn't change.

And some things were gloriously simple.

They found refuge in the one place they could depend in, to feel safe for the moment.

Dean pushed Sam up against the altar table almost violently, fisting the thin t-shirt in his hands, desperate with want and need for Sam.

"Need you." Dean breathed in between hungry kisses that devoured his brothers mouth. "So bad."

Sam pressed back against Dean's lips, parting only to tear away at the shirt, pulling it over his head.

"God, Dean…want you so bad."

Dean ripped away at Sam's shirt, rubbing his hands across the muscled chest, burying his face into Sam's neck, nibbling away at the muscle there that drove Sam crazy.

Sam tried to muffle the needy sound that threatened to escape his throat with the way that Dean's mouth and hands traipsed across his body, instead trying to focus on Dean.

He reached between them, working on the button and zipper combination of Dean's pants, knowing that he was rubbing against Dean just right when his lips stopped moving and a mumbled sound of appreciation breathed across his flesh that was prickling with desire.

Sam helped to steady Dean as he removed the jeans that dropped around his ankles, then took the opportunity of Dean's dictation to switch places, pinning him now against the altar table, dropping to his knees and pulling away Dean's underwear-the only fabric that still covered his body, that covered the blood red, pulsating member that was aching for relief in Sam.

Dean let in a sharp intake of breath as Sam's lips slipped over his cock, suckling at the head and lapping up the drops of pre-cum.

"Sam, Sammy…"Dean moaned, first fingers white knuckling the edges of the altar table, scrunching the rough fabric of the cloth covering under his hands. "Oh, God…Sammy…"

Sam knew this was exactly where he wanted to be as the world ended. He deep throated Dean, humming around the cock in his mouth, and reaching over to massage Dean's balls in his hands.

"Ohh-ihh…"Dean was inarticulate as he curled a hand in the thick mop of hair that to-possibly their dying day-Sam had not cut. He would have laughed if he was capable of being that articulate.

Thank god, he loved Sam's hair.

He felt the orgasm building up, starting with a tightening in his stomach as Sam sucked him off, down to the twitching in his ball sac.

"…Coming…" Dean managed to gasp, "Sammy…coming…"

He shot off into his brothers mouth, and Sam sucked him dry, swallowing like the thirsty man in a desert.

Sam steadied Dean from the waist after the mind-blowing orgasm that left him week in the knees, standing up to press his lips back against Dean's hungrily, slipping his tongue past Dean's lips and letting him taste himself.

Note: I can't ever look at an altar table the same way again. And yes, you may wonder why Sam didn't get any apocalyptic sex and all I can say is I decided to end it before I pressed my luck too hard. Likely If I do the next part it will be posted on my LJ: goldgunsgirl. If you don't have an LJ and want to read it, I'll post it as a public entry, or you can PM me with your email and I'll email it to you.