Guilty Pleasures
Warnings: Yes to explicit warnings since this chapter has the actual Wincest fun you guys always look for.
A/N: The plot bunnies took a turn on this one which lengthened it a great deal and also allows for a third chapter, lol. I tried my best to keep it as true to the original plot as I could but it's hard keeping Dean in total Dom character at times.
Chapter Two
Two days later, New Orleans, Louisiana:
"Bon Jour and welcome to St. Clair's. We cater to all types, all kinds with no questions asked unless it's to see if you'd like to share your phone number with me, handsome?"
It took several seconds for Sam Winchester's widening hazel eyes to pull themselves off the décor of the older Gothic building in the heart of the French Quarter to offer an almost shy smile at the matronly looking black woman manning the front door.
She probably barely came up halfway on Sam's chest with a round face of caramel coloring with black hair pulled back in a bun with just shades of gray showing through while her dress was of a midnight blue and down to the floor in length but also still showed off the attributes she was quite proud of at her age.
"You'd only break my heart," Sam smiled and he felt a little of the nervousness inside him ease at her loud laugh as she slapped a hand on the small table she sat at.
"And he's a charmer," she adored this boy already while easily reading him as she let her sharp green eyes look their fill of the tight dark denim jeans that showed an ass she'd love to be able to squeeze but a part of her job was also to look after the newbies who found their way to St. Clair's door. "I'm Ebony and you're new to the city, the scene or everything and more?"
Ebony had been matron here at the club since she was probably younger than this handsome boy who'd just stepped through the door and she'd learned to read people which was vital in this game because you had the casual ones who didn't fully grasp the whole D/s scene but used it to work through their stress or just to get off the power it allowed.
Those were the ones she watched more carefully since it was often too easy for the more hardcore players to scent fresh meat and that's when it was usually time to hit the button under her desk and for the boss himself to make an appearance.
The hard core players, the regulars, were often broken into two sides for the older woman. The Doms who worked at the club to help those just seeking relief for a time or two or the Doms who come in regularly with their same subs just looking for a good time and a place to share common likes.
Then there was the other side of the coin…the Doms who often took the power play to the extreme and who either had full times subs who almost never came out of the role or those Doms who hung around looking for fresh and innocent looking subs who they often tried to outpower the Dom with that sub or just plain caused trouble for everyone.
St. Clair's was a cleanly run club with strict rules that had been in place since before the Second World War and the new man in charge had only changed a few when he took over but the ones he did change weren't popular changes with those more outgoing Doms, either male or female, who were used to seeing and claiming what they wanted regardless if a sub was wearing a collar or not.
As Ebony looked she immediately didn't see a collar on this one but did catch sight of the black band on his wrist and if she hadn't been told who he was already she would've been shooing him right back out the door because her motherly instincts warned her this handsome boy with his tight muscled body encased in denim and cotton since the white T-shirt he had on didn't help to disguise the muscles under it or the way it showed off his wide shoulders.
"Yes to the one and not really to the other," Sam tried not to shift too much under the intense scrutiny as he began to look around the crowd ahead of him. "I've done this before but years ago," he admitted but getting the feeling that things might have changed since Stanford or the clubs Jess had picked were a bit less restrained. "I'm supposed to be meeting someone here."
A glance at the clock over her head showed Sam that he was nearly ten minutes early and something like a warning was nibbling that perhaps he should've waited outside for Dean.
Now that it was happening it all seemed sort of surreal for Sam since he'd honestly expected his brother to back out of trying the D/s club thing.
Sam's last experience had been back in Stanford and hadn't gone too smooth but he felt this was what he needed to try to make things in his head balance again after he finished working through not only what he did while soulless but everything else that had been happening.
He'd originally agreed to go with Jessica because Sam admitted that he'd been floundering at school, confused, lost and after a couple incidents had nearly tossed it all in to just call his father and beg to come home. He didn't because he couldn't admit failing that much and he couldn't face his brother so he began dating Jessica and got involved with her lifestyle.
Jessica liked to play at being a Dom and she certainly pushed the limits at times but where she played at being one Dean's whole personality was pure Dom and he wasn't even aware of it which is what made it so easy between them once they both accepted the feelings they had for one another was mutual and wasn't going away.
It had never been an issue or question between them which one was in control when they had sex since it had for as long as he could remember just been natural that Dean was in charge when they hunted and on top during anything else.
Now he was just a little worried that with everything that had been happening to him that perhaps Dean would be too worried or concerned about hurting him to do what he needed him to which was another reason Sam wanted to try the club scene once with his brother in the hopes that here, like this, they could both let go of any reservations or fears and see where it took them.
"Cher, do you have someone with you?" Ebony asked after watching a varying amount of emotion cross this young man's face and could already see some of the others eyeing him. "If you've done this before then you know coming in here alone…"
"Cocky little sub forgets his place too easily if you ask me."
Both Ebony and Sam tensed at the gruff and arrogant voice that spoke from the end of the bar as a man with short red hair, cold blue eyes and a scar on his cheek smirked while running a finger over the heavy leather leash and collar he always seemed to carry with him when in the club.
"Boy thinks he can walk down Bourbon Street like any of the other sheep this city draws in," the man pushed off the bar to saunter closer, his smirk turning to an angry sneer when Sam didn't do what he expected him to. "You ask me, this pretty sub needs to be taught by a real Dom and then he'll know his place."
Sam had seen this kind of thing before in the clubs out West and he'd gotten the feeling earlier in the day when he'd first ran into this asshole on the street what kind of Dom he was and knew he was the kind he knew to watch out for.
A sub, any sub, when confronted with a Dom, was supposed to show difference to a more powerful person, and normally Sam would have since he understood the rules and didn't want to make it harder on them later but this asshole was the kind who gave the whole culture a bad name and the Winchester in Sam just made bowing down to a man like this difficult.
"You're not a Dom. You're an asshole who likes to try to own people and humiliate them," Sam replied quietly, hearing the older woman let out a low hiss but didn't take his eyes off the now furious man. "I told you today to back off. I'm not alone and I'm meeting…"
"Gino! You leave the boy alone now," Ebony tried to put herself in between the two men after having pushed her little warning button several times and planned on slapping that boy if he didn't put in an appearance soon. "He's not a full time sub like you always seem to like and he's wearing a…"
"Shut your mouth, old woman and stay outta what doesn't concern you!" Gino snapped, stepping up until he was in Sam's face as if daring him to strike out. "You come in here by yourself without waiting for some Dom who clearly doesn't know how to handle an uppity sub and try to refuse me? Boy, I am so gonna look forward to chaining you up someplace nice and crowded so everyone can see who really runs things here," his grip on Sam's wrist was tight as he gave a hard pull to take the hunter off balance. "Where's your hero now, boy?"
Sam's whole body was rigid at the touch since being touched by anyone was one of his biggest issues still but he knew the rules were plain that a sub could not strike a Dom no matter how big a jackass he might be and he could only pray his brother showed up soon before this took a bad turn even as he heard Ebony's raised voice shouting at the man who had first accosted Sam early that afternoon when he'd still been distracted by Dean's weird note and the thoughts of what was to come tonight…assuming this didn't turn ugly for him.
Earlier that day:
"'Sammy. I had to take care of some stuff so I'll be out most of the day. Call or text if you need me. I've left a card with an address where we'll meet at about seven tonight…unless you change your mind. I need you to be sure this is what you want so if you meet me then we'll see what happens and if you change your mind and don't come then I'll grab some dinner and be back by 7:30.
"'I've left some new clothes since you've lost some weight. You're wallet's there with cash and new credit cards so take the day to play tourist, little brother. Go see the sights of New Orleans, eat some food you know I won't get close to or spend the day doing whatever you want.
"'Today I'm giving you the chance to decide what you want for certain in this because no matter what else happens or if you change your mind in doing the club thing it won't change the fact that I still want you as much today as I did since you were sixteen and I didn't make a move. I haven't made a move since you got out of that hospital this time to give you time to heal and because I thought maybe you'd changed your mind…but regardless of what happens tonight…I'm making some kind of move on you so be ready. Dean.'"
The note had been read three times before Sam was finally able to work his head around it. His brother was giving him a chance to change his mind even though the night before Dean's simple light touches had nearly driven Sam to distraction and need.
But that was just another side of Dean. The side that Sam knew would always be there because protecting him was huge for Dean and right then it was still getting down from the manic stage but they must have crossed some line if his brother was willing to let him out of his sight for the day…not that Sam wasn't curious to know just what the hell his brother was doing today himself.
Breakfast had been simple and quick with whatever was in the small kitchen of the room. The hotel was close to the French Quarter which Sam wouldn't deny a tiny thrill at the chance to just actually walk around it like a normal tourist since it had been close to fifteen years or more that he'd been here and that had been on a hunt with their Dad.
Since he thought he'd explore the Quarter until it was time to meet Dean, Sam smirked at the new clothes but noticed another bag of clothes sitting by his duffel that he knew would probably have more in the line of what he normally would wear inside.
The clothes for tonight consisted of new jeans, boots and a white t-shirt that Sam had to wonder what Dean was on to get him to go for white since neither of them hardly ever wore white but he couldn't deny that the white cotton t-shirt, also a size too small, would go well with the dark denim of the jeans.
A raised brow at the box that had more typical accessories for the night he had planned, Sam laughed. Dean knew or was probably suspecting he wouldn't wear most of it but he did touch the nipple clamps. He was familiar with them and debated on the other item before deciding to put it in his pocket while going for one of the last things he'd kept from his time with Jessica.
Sam knew Dean wasn't thrilled with the idea of a collar and wouldn't push the issue yet but hoped one day his brother would understand that it wasn't just an item for show but it meant something much deeper to Sam who had a hard time trying to explain the depth of his feelings to his no chick flick moments brother.
He showered, shaved, and dressed before making certain both duffels were packed in case after whatever happened this evening was over they'd be ready to hit the road since Sam hated to have Dean spend the money for another night in the room no matter how nice it was.
They had Leviathans to handle and this short break in that was a nice change but soon Sam knew they'd be back to work and he actually didn't mind that.
New Orleans was a busy city even not during Mardi Gras but soon as he walked the old streets to looking in curious shops, smelled the scent of food that you would only find here and heard the music played on the streets Sam was lost in his thoughts as he walked around with a freedom that he barely could recall feeling.
It was little over two hours of just walking and looking that he began to feel the odd sense that years being trained by Dean had taught him and knew he was being watched but couldn't find from where or who since the streets and sidewalks were packed with people.
As it got later in the afternoon, a side of Sam began to regret dressing so early since a couple of the things he'd put on to surprise Dean were beginning to make focusing hard and that was how he missed the first warning sign as he walked past a small café that was two doors down from a fetish shop.
"Looks like some pretty sub forgot his place."
The voice from the door of the shop was gruff and gravelly but Sam didn't mistake the tone or the look as he paused to glance back at the red haired man whose blue eyes were doing a slow look up and down Sam's body.
The tight jeans and T-shirt didn't hide much including the impression of the nipple clamps under the shirt depending on how Sam moved and the cotton stretched.
"I'm just out seeing the sights," Sam didn't need a confrontation since he had also broken a few hunter rules that day by not even having a weapon on him unless one counted the small blade in his boot. "I'm not…"
"Like recognizes like, pretty boy," the man stepped out to the sidewalk with a feral smile as his gaze seemed to look up and once he didn't see a collar or any type of mark he felt free to advance. "Being outside in the light of day without your master is asking for trouble. Maybe I should take you around back to the alley and give you a proper lesson."
Sam hadn't gone into his first club with Jessica without doing weeks of research on it and knew there were different kinds of subs in the culture. The kind that just did it when the mood hit and the kind that never came out of subspace and needed a Dom for nearly everything.
Of course he also knew that there were other kinds of Doms as well and a brief look told him the kind he was facing now.
The hunter didn't want to get on the bad side of a local Dom which could cause issues at whatever club they went to later but he also wasn't about to let this man get close enough to do what he was clearly intending either.
"Gino."
The voice that spoke was quiet with a definite Cajun accent but the tone was low with an unspoken meaning and managed to still both Sam and the man.
"This sub needs to learn his place if he'd going to walk in my…" the man, Gino, seemed to think twice about his choice of words.
Sam had looked to see a tall slender silhouette leaning in the door to the café and held his breath as the man who'd spoken stepped onto the sidewalk to gaze at him briefly before looking past the hunter at the red haired Dom and though his eyes were hidden behind mirrored sunglasses the slight change of his face told of his displeasure.
"Leave the boy alone," he ordered lowly, stepping just slightly past Sam.
This man was a good two inches taller than Sam's own 6'4" with mahogany colored hair past the shoulders of his deep red shirt while his thumbs were in the pockets of faded jeans. He looked perfectly normal but still the hunter in Sam, the senses that told him what the other man was, also could tell him this new arrival was the picture perfect essence of what a true Dom was.
He held himself with an almost cocky attitude that only someone foolish would seek to challenge and clearly the red head wasn't that foolish even though it was clear he didn't like the order.
"He's not wearing…" he tried to argue only to step back in reaction to having an arm braced over his throat.
"Not all subs wear collars despite what you like to believe. The boy wears his Dom's mark on his wrist now back the hell off, mon ami, because if I have to back you off him again you better not show your face in my city again," the other man warned in a low voice, stepping back with an easy smile at Sam. "I'll offer apologies for the asshole who gives both my city and my culture a bad name."
Sam held himself still as he watched the other man slink back into the fetish shop before nodding slowly. "No big deal and it's probably my fault for not wanting to go back and change before I meet up with my…" he quickly reminded himself that admitting Dean was his brother was not a good plan since while some things were accepted easily that may not be.
"Gino is of the archaic belief that if a sub isn't wearing a collar and always at the side of his or her Dom than it's open season for him to claim," the Cajun slowly removed the glasses to reveal brilliant jade eyes and a smile that was meant to put people at ease while motioning to the café. "Come. Have lunch. I can promise the café has a cook that is to die for."
Wanting to be away from the shop and the other man's hateful glare, Sam nearly refused until his stomach reminded him that breakfast and lunch had been hours ago and he still had time before meeting up with Dean. "Thanks," he considered the best way to handle this since even with Jessica he didn't have much contact with other Doms and wondered if this wasn't breaking some rule.
"Relax. While I still hold the title of Dom I haven't had a sub or wanted one in a long time. Too busy with my businesses," he led Sam to a table near the door as if knowing the young man would want easy access to the exit if he felt trapped while motioning to a perky waitress. "I'm Tristan," he straddled a chair easily after Sam began to eat the light dinner of soup, salad and a huge sandwich filled with various meats and cheeses. "This your first trip to the Big Easy?"
Normally more cautious, Sam didn't feel tense or on edge with the young man who looked to be a year old so older than Dean but many of his mannerisms were reminiscent of his older brother. "It's been a while," Sam admitted, swearing he had to bring his brother back here sometime since he knew Dean would go nuts over the food. "My…brother and I are sort of taking a detour and decided to stop off for a couple days."
"You couldn't do any worse than taking the sights of the French Quarter in then," Tristan offered another smile that seemed to tense just slightly as he noticed the outline under Sam's shirt but before the younger man noticed it was gone. "Where is your brother than…Sam?"
Sam was more distracted than normal as he suddenly shifted against the feel of what his jeans were pressing against and he failed to catch the slight misstep as he shrugged. "He's…doing other stuff today so we're meeting at a club later. In fact…" checking his watch, he knew he needed to be going.
"Meals on the house," Tristan assured him, waving away Sam's attempt to pay the check as he slipped the bill into the pocket of his jeans. "The café's mine and I felt I should make amends for Gino and because you looked like you needed some decent food instead of greasy diner food."
"Try telling my brother that," Sam grinned, accepting the offered hand after a moment before leaving the café to try to figure out his way to the address he had in his pocket. "Thanks for stepping in when you did and for dinner. Before we leave I'm going to try to bring my brother around for a meal."
Tristan merely nodded, watching Sam leave and he kept the younger man in his sight until he turned the corner of the block and knew he'd be safe on his way to the club or so he'd given orders for him to be as he pulled his phone out of his pocket to hit speed dial.
"You are a goddamn moron, mon ami," he growled, slipping his glasses back on before leaving the café through the backdoor to take the short cut he always used when going between his businesses. "Meet me there because you and I need words about this plan because I'm not sure who taught him what he knows but whoever it was would be shot in my club."
Sam got a little sidetracked by a little classic music shop that he decided he'd pay another visit to later before finding the club which was actually in the heart of the French Quarter though just by the simple and classic Gothic Building and the name St. Clair's on the front he found it hard to believe this was where his brother had said to meet…until he stepped inside and felt his breath catch.
The interior of the club wasn't quite as out there as the one back in Stanford. In fact it seemed very tastefully decorated though he suspected the other rooms may be a bit more bold though he could see the main room from the front foyer that housed a small velvet sofa, a few chairs and a table with a matronly older black woman sitting there as if to guard the door.
"Bon Jour and welcome to St. Clair's. We cater to all types, all kinds with no questions asked unless it's to see if you'd like to share your phone number with me, handsome?"
Present time:
"Where's your hero now?"
The hard jerk on his wrist had Sam trying to maintain his balance while automatically also attempting to keep the now irate older woman from getting hurt when he felt his head hit the edge of the desk but before the red haired Gino could do anymore Sam felt the grip on his wrist let go and heard a gasp, a grunt, the sound of a body striking something solid followed by a growl of a voice that Sam would know anywhere.
"You'd better be more worried about me not ripping your goddamn lungs out for touching and then hurting what is mine, asshole," Dean Winchester growled in the tone of voice that very few people got to hear without needing either a hospital or a grave. "Sammy? You good?" he asked tightly without looking over as he kept the pressure on Gino's throat after giving his head another hard rap against the wall.
Gasping when his chest began to ache more and his jeans rode up to touch both items he'd put on earlier that day, he tasted blood as his lip bled but finally as Ebony helped him up to sit on the desk while beginning to dab at his bleeding mouth, Sam lifted a thumb.
He'd been going to tell Dean not to do what was so natural to his brother but didn't have a chance when Dean's attention shot back to Gino to yank him away from the main room's door and slam him into the far wall. "You touch what's mine and I break you," he growled lowly, furious not only that his brother had been touched but also hurt to the point of bleeding.
"Little sub doesn't know his place," Gino gasped against the strong grip, clawing at Dean's arm to break the hold but was unable. "You don't know who I am. You his Dom? Where's his collar? Why's he walking around without a…"
"Finish it and I finish you," Dean warned, enraged anyway and the sight of the collar and leash on the floor just made him worse as he slammed the man around so they were face to face. "You try to collar him and I will end you."
"You…you can't touch me!" Gino managed to sneer as he was yanked around so he was face to face with… "Winchester?"
Sam's eyes jumped up at the Dom's use of his brother's name as he started to stand only to feel a hand on his shoulder urge him to stay sitting and when he looked he blinked as he stared into the same jade eyes as he had earlier.
"I thought after all this time that Tristan would get smart and ban your ass from the club," Dean gave a final hard shove before stepping back to move to Sam, watching the way his brother was looking and also catching how he was holding himself. "You touch what's mine once and maybe I don't break you. You touch him again, try to humiliate him by collaring him on the front stage in front of everyone? No, then I'll give you more than a scar on your face.
"No one collars Sam by force," Dean's eyes were glittering while his touch was gentle as he curved his fingers around the back of his brother's neck while keeping his gaze locked firmly on the other Dom. "He only wears a collar when he's ready and then it'll be mine."
Gino wiped his bloody mouth, going to shove off the wall when he caught sight of Tristan's calm presence. "He attacked me!" he yelled, enraged at being taken off his game so easily. "They don't belong here. He attacked another Dom in the club so…"
"Did he? That's funny. I didn't see that part," Tristan shifted his head a little, slipping his hands from the pockets of his now black slacks while the red silk shirt he wore this evening opened at the throat as he took a step forward. "What I did see was you doing exactly what I told you earlier not to do. I saw you attack a boy in my club and if I saw anything else it was his Dom defending what's his to defend."
Looking between Dean and Sam and reading the expression on Ebony's face, Tristan St. Clair stepped up to Gino to remove the small silver pin on his shirt that gave him access to the club without invitation. "If anyone doesn't belong here it's you, mon ami.
"Dean warned you once eight years ago to back off. I stopped him that time from ripping your head off for going too far with a sub…get in his face again or touch Sam again…and I won't. Now get the hell out of my club and if I see you in it again or you try anything with any of my people I will end your time in my city," he ordered, the quiet Cajun tone dropping to a much harder one as he grabbed the shoulder of the man as he went to lunge and two huge bouncers appeared at a low whistle. "Get Gino off my property and make sure the club knows he is not to be admitted again. There are lessor clubs in the city that he can get his kicks in."
As the bouncers dragged the enraged man away, Tristan shifted his gaze to meet Dean's with understanding. The altercation hadn't gone unnoticed by some and he'd have to explain to others but he doubted if many would care about Gino since the man gave their whole lifestyle a bad look.
"You can take him the back way through my office to the rooms," he offered, inclining his head just enough but seeing that Dean had already seen what he was warning him of. "As I promised, you have your choice of rooms though if you haven't changed too much in eight years I suspect you'll choose the one you normally did when you worked here."
If Sam's head wasn't numb enough that line did it as he stared wide eyed at his older brother and nearly opened his mouth before remembering their roles right then, trying to get back into that mindset but finding it hard right then as his chest was now on fire from wearing the nipple clamps far longer than he ever had.
"I'll explain but not here," Dean assured him, squeezing his neck again while letting their foreheads touch as he lightly brushed his lips over the bruise forming on Sam's face. "Trust me, Sam."
If Sam still trusted anyone it was his brother and he nodded slowly before looking over at the man from today and to Dean as if asking a silent question.
"Sammy, meet Tristan St. Clair," Dean's small smile turned into his more familiar smirk as he went on. "He owns this place."
"We've met already," Tristan's smile was amused as he watched Sam try to decide on the correct protocol for this since very few people, especially those in the sub position, either met the eyes of or even spoke to the Master of the club. "We're not inside the club proper yet so you can shake my hand."
Sam did just that and then his eyes narrowed as he must have replayed the events of earlier. "You…you knew my name today," he looked between his brother and the club owner.
"Yeah, I knew who you were today, Sam. I knew you were with Dean and I know what you are to Dean," Tristan had been running the family owned club since he was eighteen and had always had sharp eyes that allowed him to look after his clients in all ways.
As a Dom turned club Master he understood that some clients weren't sure what they were looking for and needed a few little nudges or to be looked after if it looked like a Dom would overstep the bounds set up.
He'd also learned how to tell when there was true depth of feeling between Dom and sub and even if he hadn't known beforehand what the younger man was to Dean he could see the absolute love and devotion shining from his eyes whenever he looked at Dean.
Of course Tristan also suspected that Sam wasn't going to be too thrilled when he learned a few other things, like the fact that he'd never been out of the line of sight of someone working for Tristan the entire day.
"Ummm, he's my…I mean, we're…umm," Sam seemed to have a hard time on this one since he knew they didn't normally admit the whole brother thing if they were going to do this out at a club but he also wasn't sure what his brother would want to admit to in regards to the whole Dom/sub thing either.
"He's not quite as smooth as you when he's thrown," the Cajun spoke to Dean while watching the way his friend's hand stayed on the back of Sam's neck as if to both support and protect him. "You look a lot like your brother in the eyes, Sam and the way you smiled today at the café so even if I hadn't known who you were to Dean I would have guessed it then."
"You knew I…" Sam blinked then shifted a suspecting look into his brother's calm eyes, recognizing the slow smile as well as the slight but silent exchange that passed between Dean and Tristan and understood. "You had him looking for me today, didn't you?" he asked in a soft whisper, knowing he should be angry about that but yet found that it was hard to be if he thought about it.
Dean's fingers gave another gentle squeeze before moving his hand down to just pass lightly over the center of Sam's chest and didn't miss the soft sound or what caused it, eyes flashing before he reached back up to draw his brother's closer to give a soft kiss that was totally out of place it seemed for where they were.
"It's my job to protect you," he whispered before nudging Sam forward. "My choice?"
"As we agreed earlier," Tristan nodded, nodding to assure Ebony that Sam was fine as he met Dean's eyes again. "I'll take care explaining about Gino but as you know he wasn't popular to begin with," he paused to add something in a low whisper as he passed behind the Winchesters on his way out to the main club. "Everything you'll need is still where it was or if not just buzz me and I'll bring it. Take care of him."
Dean nodded simply, locking his fingers around Sam's wrist before leading into the club, past the long polished bar of black slate and through a throng of people.
This club was packed in a way that the one back in California hadn't dreamed of. As Sam's eyes roamed while easily letting his brother lead the way through people toward a set of doors in the back he noticed the main stage in the center of the room was huge with one side set up for like a band of some sort while the rest had various structures or devices waiting for use.
Some items he knew the names of while others, the more advanced pieces, he wasn't sure he wanted to though he was still biting his tongue to ask just what the hell his brother did those four years that Sam was at college.
Sam could feel eyes on them, knowing and accepting that no matter the style of dress or anything he and Dean clearly still gave off the vibes that they were new to this and he worried, after the incident at the door, that another Dom might try to challenge his brother except Sam could also feel the eyes of the clubs' owner and wondered if that wasn't what kept others from approaching.
"I thought you told Tris that you'd never Dom, Dean?" a low and sultry voice spoke just as they nearly had cleared the main club floor and while Sam tensed but stayed behind Dean like he knew was proper the younger man also caught the low curse his brother offered before turning to face the petite but lithe blond woman. "Though this one is cute but maybe a bit out of your range?"
"Mine," Dean's tone never changed but his fingers gripped just a little tighter as he gave Sam a pull that put him behind him but closer to the door as he gave a tight smile. "I meant when I said I wouldn't Dom for Tristan but what I do in my own life is my business, Trina."
As Tristan began to step from behind the bar, the woman waved him back as she had to stretch onto the toes of her spiked heels to lay a kiss on Dean's cheek. "Save some time for me before you disappear into the sunset again."
"Both your brother and mine would want a piece of my ass if I did that, babe," Dean winked, seeing when it hit her what he meant and also feeling the way Sam's hand had latched onto his as he opened the door to the other side of the club. "Go, Sam."
The noise of people and music from the main room could still be heard but dully in the corridor of rooms that lined the hallway and as Sam recalled these were probably the private rooms where Dom's often took their subs for whatever scene they'd play out for the evening.
Instead of stopping at one of them, Dean opened another door that led to an ornately decorated gated courtyard with another gothic building across from the main club and he opened that door.
"Where're…" Sam started to ask before remembering the rules of the night and shut up to merely follow his brother up a curved set of iron steps and into an open room that literally made him take a breath.
A St. Andrews Cross was fixed to the far wall with a spanking bench set close by along with a few other devices like some type of raised stocks as well as a bondage table. The walls were painted a soft blue which actually didn't seem strange as Sam took in the array of hooks and chains in one other wall while a type of sling hung from a sturdy steel support system off to one side of the large room while there were an array of cuffs and chains in various places throughout the room.
A wall of cherry cabinets lined the last wall and in those Sam imagined would be all types of different devices used as toys or punishment depending on what the scene called for.
It took a couple minutes for Sam to realize Dean had gone to a cabinet under a built in bar to come back with a wet cloth. "Dean…I mean…"
"The word 'Sir' comes out of your mouth and we stop," Dean warned, nodding. "Take the shirt off, Sammy."
The direct tone was rare for Dean but Sam accepted it easily tonight as part of the role he'd asked his brother to take on and so he immediately fell back into his own role but couldn't hide the sharp intake of breath as his shirt dragged over his intensely sensitive, red and swollen nipples.
Sam blinked once and he went from standing in the middle of the tiled floor to sitting on a low sofa that he hadn't even seen yet. "Sorry, sorry. Just give me a…God," he broke off as Dean finished removing the white t-shirt to look at the nipple clamps.
"Shit," Dean whispered, seeing what Tristan had meant earlier and realized his brother had been wearing the damn things far too long already. "I need to take these off," he remarked, pushing Sam's hands to his sides when he went to stop him. "Sam, you're not used to these and they're hurting you. I'm taking them off."
"I…wanted to do something to make this…ahhh," Sam tried to say when the first clamp was released and blood flowed back into the abused little nub that was still rock hard. "Dean?"
Carefully take the other clamp off, Dean gave his brother a chance to calm down and took that time to wipe his face with the wet cloth to see how bad the bruise was or if he needed anything else but was relieved that by the time he'd done this that Sam's eyes were back on him and read the unspoken questions.
"I'll tell you what you want to know tomorrow," he promised, flicking his eyes from Sam's hazel ones to his chest. "Tell me now if this is still what you want to do, Sam."
"Yes, I want this," he replied, gasping when warm lips brushed over his still overly sensitive chest. "Need this…you…please."
Dean had allowed Tristan to meet Sam away from the club so his friend could judge what he thought might be required to help Sam and he hadn't been surprised by the report back since he'd suspected that his little brother hadn't been given the full straight of things when he'd done this with Jessica years earlier.
Sam had already given him a basic rundown on things she'd done while in her role of Dom and while Dean hadn't worked for Tristan as a Dom he'd seen enough in the four weeks he tended bar to know what was right and what wasn't and he got the idea that a lot of what Jessica did was borderline wrong.
"Okay, you know the basic rules for this. You do what I say, how I say it, when I say it and if it gets too much or you want to stop you say the word 'egghead' and it all stops," Dean began as he stood up to adjust his jeans that were already beginning to feel a tad too tight. "Now, here're the rules between us."
Standing immediately, Sam watched the way his brother's gaze moved around the room for a moment before coming back to him. "If you want to slow things down then you just tell me that and I'll back things off until you're comfortable again. I'll do what I want but nothing that I think you won't like and we won't use gags, hoods or masks.
"You will always be able to see me, hear me or talk to me and I want to hear you make those sounds that drive me crazy, Sammy," Dean watched the way his brother's eyes were starting to get wider, darker as he reached for his hand to lead him across the room. "I meant what I said about calling me 'Sir' too. You use my name and nothing else because while I may be the Dom right now I don't want you to ever forget what else I am and what I will always be to you. Okay?"
Surprised that it seemed so hard to breathe, Sam finally forced a nod only to groan when Dean's fingers touched his throat and he so wished he had something there.
He'd honestly hated that red collar Jessica put on him but the thought of wearing one from Dean had his cock twitching in the confines that Sam had put it in hours ago.
"Before we start this, I have something for you," Dean told him, grinning at the look of surprise that got him. "Strip while I get it."
Able to see Sam's hurried movements as he sought to follow those orders as Dean turned to grab the small box that was sitting on the bar along with a couple other things he'd specifically asked Tristan to supply for tonight, he was just turning when his green eyes dropped, blinked, looked again and wasn't sure if he should be getting this hard when he was fairly certain he should be pissed off.
"Sammy…what the hell is that?" he demanded tightly, wishing his own damn cock wasn't coming to life right then as he looked between the blush coming over Sam's cheeks to the curved metal cage that was locked around Sam's limp and unhappy looking cock. "Is that…"
"It's…it's too easy to get hard these days since I haven't…you know…had sex in a while and…I wanted you to be the one to make me hard when you were ready for me to be," Sam's head dropped before remembering his brother didn't like that, feeling Dean's fingers shake when he cupped a hand under his jaw to lift it up.
"Have you been in this all day, like with the clamps?" he asked, recalling the times he'd teased his brother with a cockring all day but he'd never once make Sam endure a cage that prevented him from even getting hard no matter if his body wanted it.
Chewing the inside of his lip to keep from making the sound that wanted to come out as Dean took the steel trap in his hand but couldn't hide the whimper at the touch to his also trapped balls and nearly pulled back at the soft oath that Dean made.
"Key," the demand was plain and Dean grabbed for the discarded jeans to dig through the pockets to pull out the cockring he'd supplied as well as the key to the cockcage. "Should I even ask why you had this or where it came from?"
"Jess didn't like for me to get hard before she was ready so on a day we were going to go to the club she'd put this on me and by the time she was ready I was about nuts," Sam missed the way Dean's eyes flashed in barely disguised temper. "Class was hell."
Trying to keep his hands from shaking was hard as he went to unlock the tiny lock on the steel cage that would also free the trap on his balls as well when he glanced up. "She had you wear this when you were in class?" Dean no longer was very happy with his brother's first girlfriend but covered that with a muttered curse as he finally got it unlocked to go about the process of removing it.
"I didn't like it but it was often easier not to argue with Jess…though I didn't like it when she'd attach the sound attachment. I…we don't have to use those do we, Dean?" Sam suddenly recalled he hadn't mentioned his dislike of those and wondered if his brother had considered it. "I mean, we can if you want…"
Throwing the whole device across the room, Dean was on his feet to pull Sam hard against his chest as his fingers went into his brother's hair and tugging it with a bit more force than he normally might have as he kissed him hard.
"After this, we seriously need to sit down and have a long talk about just what the hell that girl had you doing and what you don't like, little brother," Dean spoke against Sam's mouth as he eased back. "Until then…are we doing this?"
Sam managed a nod and then another as the cockring was placed on him, shivering when his whole body seemed to go into overload as the light touch of a calloused fingertip down the backside of his cock to begin to bring it to life. "Umm, plug," he thought he better warn his brother of the last thing.
"You trying to kill me, Sam?" Dean asked on a groan as he shifted around to run his full palm down Sam's back, over the curve of his ass to feel the hard plastic plug that was firmly in place but as he pressed a finger over it just to see what Sam would do he blinked as he felt the vibration and placed a gentle kiss to the side of Sam's face. "You're still standing after wearing those damn nipple clamps, a cockcage and a vibrating plug for hours? Good boy, Sammy. Now, let's see how you do with me calling the shots."
His brother had always called the shots in nearly every aspect of his life but Sam stayed silent as he waited to see what Dean would choose to do or use when Dean stepped in front of him and he suddenly remembered what his brother had said about having something for him.
"You probably should have had this earlier but…I wanted to be sure you were really alright with wearing this," Dean opened the box to remove a slim black leather collar and Sam felt his chest tighten.
It wasn't fancy or obnoxious as some others Sam had seen other subs wear at the club and it didn't have any markings or initials or even a hook for a leash and he suddenly felt the burning in his eyes because he understood what Dean was offering.
"No hooks, no hidden little meanings or initials. No leashes," Dean told him, holding his brother's eyes while running the leather through his fingers to soften it more. "You wear this when you want or not at all because I don't need a collar to say you belong to me because you will for as long as you want to. Do you want me to…"
"Yes," Sam replied before Dean could even finish speaking, bowing his head enough so his brother could fit the soft leather around his throat and felt it tighten enough that he'd know it was there but it wouldn't hurt him. "Thank you, Dean," he whispered, giving a quick kiss before standing quietly to wait.
Dean had argued with himself for the last two days over this because he didn't like the idea of collars or anything on Sam because it always seemed to controlling but as he stepped back after fastening it to his liking and making sure it wasn't too tight he couldn't deny the spark of lust that shot right through him at the sight of his little brother standing in front of him wearing only the black leather collar that he'd spent the better part of four hours choosing.
"You are so damn beautiful, Sammy," he murmured, relaxing a little at the deeper blush that colored Sam's cheeks. "Y'know, we're so far out of the whole Dom/sub mindset that we could probably just go back to the room and let me have my way with you?"
"Dean," Sam understood his brother was still a little uneasy. "You've been my Dom since we started doing this. I've wanted you to do this since I was sixteen. I went to Stanford not only because it was my dream to go to college but because it hurt too much to think that you didn't want me the way I wanted you," he knew he had his brother with the first flash of desire in green eyes that were now locked on him. "I need this, Dean."
Swallowing hard and remembering what Tristan had said earlier, Dean nodded. Taking a look around, he debated on what to use since while he might not have worked for Tristan in that way years ago he had more than once used the rooms and knew there were some things he wasn't bringing his brother near.
Just like Dean could tell by the subtle tells of Sam's body there were things in this room that he was leery over. "Tell me what she put you on back then."
Sam didn't want to think about that or remember it really, especially since right then he just wanted his brother to focus on the moment but suspected that Dean was still partially in protect mode.
"Umm, usually the bench because she had a thing for the leather floggers and the paddle but if we went to one of the more hardcore clubs she like this one kind of stock that locked me down completely and had this like a drill that could use various size dildos and…I really didn't like that one but…" Sam wasn't aware that his hands had fisted until the feel had Dean's fingers lightly rubbing his arms had him relaxing. "She tried the swing once but that was the time she let another Dom in on the session…but that was then and you can do what you want like you said," he added quickly.
"Huh," Dean was no positive his super smart little brother really had no true idea what his girlfriend had tried to get him into and locked those images away even as he swore he could hear harsh cursing from well away from them. "Come here, Sam."
Eager to please and very eager for Dean to start since his body was no thrumming with needs and wants he hadn't felt in a long time, Sam followed his brother across the room to where an oddly curved like leather sofa bed sat.
"I'm not going to cuff you but you're going to hold onto this and not let go until I say to," Dean reached for a suspension bar that came from the vaulted ceiling to place Sam's hands on it over his head but didn't elevate it any farther than he needed right then. "Tell me what you don't like."
"I did," Sam's winced as he heard his own voice and his eyes shot to find his brother, looking for displeasure but Dean's face looked amused even as his eyes had that intensity that never failed to make Sam's breath hitch. "I mean…"
"Tell me what else you don't like cause I think there's more," Dean had stepped to a cabinet out of Sam's eyesight to consider what he wanted. "Why don't you want to talk to me, Sam? Normally I'm telling you to shut up."
Sam shivered a little at the feel of cotton and denim brushing against his back, remembering that Dean was still dressed and the feel of rough jeans against the vibrator in his ass made him jump.
"Stay still," his brother whispered against his ear. "The trick of this moment is for you to keep your hands on that bar, your legs spread all on your own and not to move no matter what I do…and tell me what else you don't like."
The feel of soft suede against his ass nearly had Sam jumping since he wasn't expecting the feel of the flogger and nearly steeled himself for the strength that he knew Dean's arm could wield but it stayed light enough to tease his skin with light touches.
"The biggest part of this is knowing you can trust me because if you can't trust me to know what to do to please us both, to please you and to know when to stop then this isn't going to work and I'm stopping it now," Dean moved back to the front so he could watch his brother's face, seeing the mild panic at the thought of stopping. "Do you trust me, Sam?"
"Yes," Sam understood that and he did trust Dean. He wanted to say something else but knew the rules and kept quiet until his brother nodded for him to go on. "If I didn't trust you I wouldn't have asked you to do this but…this…I guess this isn't quite like it was with Jess and…"
"Because pretty Miss Jess was playing Dom and doing things that wasn't quite right," Dean replied tightly, lifting the flogger he held so his brother could see it. "Every toy and device in this room, in the club can be used to hurt, to give pain in the sub wants that but they also can give pleasure but I'm thinking she got off on giving pain more than pleasure, didn't she?"
Sam began to lower his eyes but then slowly met Dean's gaze with a nod, licking his lips. "I want you to do what you think I deserve, Dean," he spoke quietly what he hadn't been meaning to. "I've hurt you so much since Detroit. What I did while soulless, what I said to you or letting that damn vampire turn you and…and then making you worry about me with the hallucinations when you needed to focus on the Leviathans…" he paused on a low sound as the suede flogger flicked over his still sensitive nipples.
"Is that what this is about?" Dean had feared it was but hadn't said anything in the hopes that Sam would open up and now that he had he felt a bit better at what he'd planned. "You think you deserve to be hurt? Did you think I'd hook you to the Saint Andrews cross and what? Whip you? Paddle that ass that you've tortured enough by wearing that plug all day?"
Dean did put a bit more strength into his hand as he flicked the flogger over Sam's chest before moving it down to let it brush over the now straining cock.
The plug vibrating in Sam's ass all day had been slow torture on his cock as it was trapped in a cage that kept him limp for hours. Now with the cage gone and only a ring at the base that kept him from finding release, his cock was getting hard, red, and leaking quickly.
"Want you…wanted you to do what you think needed to be done just so…you'd feel comfortable sleeping with me again," Sam gasped, straining to stay still when his hips wanted to move forward to try to find friction when the flogger began a series of little hits over his cock and then his swollen balls as he legs began to shake. "I hated what he was like, what I did…what I wanted and…God!"
"Yeah, your soulless self was a real asshole and was pure one hundred percent dark side of the Dom scale," Dean agreed as he flipped the flogger in his hand so he could press the tip of the handle up behind Sam's balls to watch his brother's body jerk with a moan. "It's okay to want to top sometimes, Sammy. You're not as aggressive as he was. We've switched before and probably will again…once you feel ready to."
As Dean watched he realized Sam wasn't even aware of how his body was moving despite his best intentions to stay still. "Stay still, Sam," he ordered again, stepping close to him after discarding the flogger to pull something from the pocket of his jeans to slip it on his finger. "You still haven't told me what else you didn't like."
"Enemas," Sam gasped upon feeling warm wet lips close over his nipple as Dean began to suck it gentle into his mouth, tongue swirling over the sensitive skin. "Gags, hoods, sounds…hate those but…don't like…being tied or trapped in a cage or those…pressure sealed bags or covered in latex where I can't see or move," he was struggling to not move or twist as Dean's lips slowly licked and kissed across his chest to give his other nipple the same attention as the first.
"Sam, don't take this wrong but you know if I ever would've found out about half this crap I would've been dragging your ass away from her to a different college," Dean growled, looking up to see his little brother's eyes had now gone fully into desire. "What do you like, baby boy?" he asked in a lower tone of voice that almost never failed to weaken Sam.
The heat of his brother's mouth trailing over his chest down his stomach as he watched Dean sink to his knees in front of him with a graceful move almost broke Sam's hold on the bar above him but he stayed as still as he could while managing to catch the comment and blinked.
Dean hadn't said take him away from Jessica and school but just away from Jess to another college despite how much not having Sam with the family anymore had hurt Dean.
"You…what you do to me," Sam got out before whimpering as the flick of a tongue over his navel while he felt a finger touch his cock but then forgot the orders to stay still when whatever the hell Dean had slid over his fingertip vibrated against his cock and past his balls to gently tease his prostate from the outside. "Fuck!"
"Later. You're not so good at the whole following orders, Sammy," Dean chuckled, not surprised by this since by this point Sam never could stay still or keep quiet and in fact he was quite proud of the control his little brother was showing.
Sam clamped down on his bottom lip to try to keep from making noise when Dean stood up to kiss him, running his tongue over those sealed lips until with a sigh they opened to his brother and groaned deep at both the feeling on his cock and the control Dean took as his tongue explored.
"Like that, Sammy?" he asked roughly after easing back but never stopped touching Sam in some way because as Dean knew well his brother responded to touch most of all and always had. "You like feeling my hands on you? My mouth?"
"Yes!" Sam gasped, hips thrusting more on a low whimper because he knew he wasn't supposed to move but the little touches were maddening and he just wanted to feel his brother. "Please."
"You wanna come so soon?" Dean didn't think so even though Sam's cock was already fully hard and dripping precome more but unless he'd misjudged the amount of stress Sam had already put on his body from the all day abuse of the cage and plug his brother normally could go a lot longer before he'd start begging for that.
Dean knew that he was so far off how a normal Dom would treat a sub but this was still Sam and there were some things he wouldn't do like denying his brother release if he truly needed it.
"Nooo," Sam shook his head firmly. "Don' wanna come 'til you're inside me," he gasped at another touch behind his balls made him arch. "Please, Dean. I can't hold still like you want. Been too long…I'm…sorry," he whispered, letting his lashes cover his eyes because he knew he was failing big time and it had been his idea.
"Nothing for you to be sorry for, baby boy," Dean assured him softly, stepping behind him to touch the plug firmly as he went to remove it. "Shhh, relax a second. I want to take this out first," he pressed kisses over his brother's shoulders as he removed the plug while wrapping one arm tightly around Sam's waist. "Put your arms down at your sides."
Sam feared he'd screwed this up to the point that Dean was calling it quits until his brother nudged him slowly down unto the curved sofa bed that seemed to support in all the right places but also had cuffs attached at key spots as well and his eyes lifted again to watch Dean.
"Now I'm going to use the cuffs but you tell me if it gets too be too much or you want to quit," Dean told him, slowly taking a cuff to attach to each of Sam's upper arms to keep his arms trapped before using cuffs attached with soft leather to hook his wrists to where he'd still have some movement but not enough to touch either himself or Dean unless Dean gave the straps move give.
Easing away to adjust his brother's long legs so they were spread apart Dean hooked his ankles and thighs with the other cuffs before adjusting the bed by remote to a better position and never stopped looking at Sam's face as his eyes widened.
"Any position I want you in, little brother," Dean remarked easily before slowing reaching for the hem of the tight black t-shirt with a tiny smile. "Tell me if you want this off."
"God, yes," Sam groaned, testing how much he could move and missing the fullness of the plug but then felt his mouth go dry as he watched Dean slowly pull the shirt up to reveal just a little of his toned and hard body and he was relieved his hands were hooked in some manner because not touching Dean like this was never easy. "Want you."
Deciding to keep his jeans on for the moment, Dean did give in to pop the snap and unzip them because by this point his own cock was pressing painfully against the zipper just from seeing his brother like he was: naked with only the black collar that moved against his throat with every swallow and cuffed to the sofa bed that could be moved in any position needed to make it easier on both Dom and sub.
"Soon," Dean promised after settling between Sam's legs with a couple other items. "First, I'm going to make you feel so good…what?" he froze at the tiny little furrow between Sam's eyes that he knew meant his brother was uneasy. "Sam, tell me if something's wrong."
Sam was fine with all this and he was still a little curious about the little finger massager his brother had used but the sight of the tiny little slender messenger made him tense even though he tried to force it away, to shrug it off. "No, it's fine," he spoke, wondering if his voice sounded as broken as he thought it did but could excuse that as building lust if he was fast enough. "You're in charge. You can do what…Dean…" he saw the sharp warning in his brother's eyes as strong fingers clamped around his jaw to hold his face still.
"Tell me…now," Dean ordered, no longer playing. "What did you see that you don't like?"
"Not…not like," Sam whispered, relaxing into the touch when his brother's thumb caressed over his jaw and he sighed. "The massager.
Dean blinked because of any item in the room for Sam to give him that look over this little harmless device hadn't been the one he would expect it over and he wasn't sure he wanted to know why he had. "I'll ask later," he decided, placing the device on the floor away from Sam and just lightly stroked a hand over his brother's chest until he settled again. "Okay now?"
"You're the Dom. You're supposed to do what you want to me without caring if something like a massage wand flips me out or…mmh," Sam's words stopped at the kiss, trying to shift his head a little to get it to deepen only to have fingers grip his hair to keep him still.
"And everyone said I had the wrong idea about this whole thing," Dean shook his head slightly, letting his lips trail over Sam's face to his jaw before moving down his neck to begin to give kisses and tiny bites to the hollow of his throat and felt the way his brother strained up into the touch. "Yeah, a Dom does what he or she wants to a point but if you're scared of it or you don't want it then it doesn't happen, Sam. I won't do anything that makes you uneasy…did I ever?"
"No," Sam knew that and understood maybe for the first time that he'd never really had a Dom before…until he went back with Dean and with that he felt himself relax fully to give in to whatever his brother decided to do. "Want to make you happy, Dean."
Smoothing a hand back through Sam's hair, Dean pressed a kiss against where he could feel Sam's heart beating. "You do make me happy, Sam. I am proud of you and tonight I'm going to give you as much as you want from this…without the pain," he smirked as he began to slide back down to rub his fingers against the V of Sam's hips. "You gonna let me do this, Sammy? You gonna let me give you as much as I can to make you scream for me?"
"Yes, Dean," Sam had to find his voice as he kept his eyes locked on his brother which was what Dean wanted as he slid slowly down to either touch, caress or kiss over sweat sheen skin. "You can…"
"Quiet," Dean knew that order would kill Sam since being quiet during sex, especially when he went so slowly, drove his younger brother nuts. "No talking. You can moan, say my name but no talking unless it's to say your safeword, tell me to slow down or beg to come. Nod if this is okay."
An instant nod came and then Sam's head went back as a low moan was pulled from his throat at the first touch of the little vibrator on Dean's finger against his still stretched and wet hole.
"Like that little touch on your rim, baby boy?" Dean watched carefully for signs of pain or discomfort as he popped the top of the bottle of lube before he wanted to make certain Sam was well lubed. "God, the sounds you make just from this," he was shocked he wasn't coming from just listening to the moans and soft little whimpers Sam was making.
Using his other hand to flip a switch on the side of the leather lounger, Dean knew the moment the low vibrations began to be felt because Sam gasped. "This whole thing vibrates like the Magic Finger beds in those motel rooms, Sammy. Can you feel it under you? Vibrating along your back, your neck, this tight ass? Feel as good as what my finger's doing to you?"
Sam's hands were clenching but couldn't get close enough to touch as he moaned and gasped between the feel under him to the finger pressing just around his rim to tease but not enter. "More…" he groaned, feeling Dean tense at the broken rule.
"Sammy, what am I going to do with you?" Dean knew how this played as he pulled away fully to eye his gasping brother. "Told you not to talk but you don't listen," his fingers stroked over his brother's cock before pressing over his own to catch the way hazel eyes dilated more. "Can't gag you but we need to put something in that mouth. Do you want something in your mouth, Sammy?"
Licking his lips against the growing feeling inside him, Sam nodded the deeper voice allowing him to finally find that spot he'd been trying to find all night when he felt the cuffs loosen.
"On your knees in front of the Saint Andrews Cross then," Dean ordered huskily, deciding it was time to stop teasing his brother before they both exploded but he took the precaution of placing a simple ring over the base of his cock leaking cock or this would end faster than either of them wanted. "Spread your knees and show me your hands."
Just pulling himself out of his jeans for the moment, Dean had to take a couple deep breaths to calm down as he turned to approach his brother to feel a blow of lust burning low in his belly at the sight Sam presented as he knelt in front of the X-shaped cross with his knees spread, sweat glistening over the muscles on his chest and abs, his hands held up and his eyes watching his brother's slow approach.
Dean slipped the tiny vibrator off his finger to place it over the index finger of Sam's right hand while coating it liberally with lube and smiling into his brother's eyes to reassure any confusion. "We're going to test just how well you multi-task, Sam," he remarked, explaining as he knelt to place Sam's right hand where he wanted it behind him.
"You're going to open yourself for me again starting with this one finger and the vibrator and I want you to find your prostate with this and keep touching it," he licked a stripe over Sam's neck to hear a whimper of need. "With your left hand you're going to stroke your cock until I tell you to stop and while you're doing this we'll see about doing something with this hot mouth."
Laying a hard and hot kiss over Sam's mouth to suck the bottom lip with his teeth until his brother was straining against him, Dean eased back to stand up with a nod. "Put it in, Sammy."
Sam made his eyes stay on Dean's when he slowly eased his own finger into his already stretched hole to gasp a moan as the vibrator on the tip began to move against the inner muscles and he felt only slight resistance that gave way with another push and it was hard not to shove back on his own finger as it touched his sweet spot.
"Ahhh!" he moaned but began using his left hand to stroke over his weeping and aching cock while watching as Dean slowly took his own cock in his hand before waiting and Sam parted his lips to take the head slowly into his mouth with a groan of pleasure.
"Find a rhythm now," Dean ordered tightly, keeping the urge to thrust against Sam's mouth down while winding his fingers through his brother's sweat soaked hair to keep Sam from taking the cock too deeply and possibly choking. "So hot like this, baby boy," he whispered, looking down to see Sam trying to find a good match for the finger moving in his ass and the hand on his cock while he sucked Dean's cock. "So good too. Doing what I say."
The tension was slowly going away in Sam as he worked to please; his finger stroking his own prostate more to feel the little zings of pleasure shooting through him while his hand stroked himself slowly to feel the precome dripping more steadily and he began to whine around the cock in his mouth as his body wanted release.
"Put another finger in now," Dean told him, shifting his grip to allow Sam to take him in a bit deeper but still not letting him take the full length. "Scissor them for me, Sammy and press that vibrator where I told you to keep it and…good boy," he moaned as he watched the way his brother's hips moved back and forth to seek pleasure and release but the cockring kept him locked.
Sam moaned deeply while running his tongue over and around his brother's cock the way he knew Dean liked it the few times he'd allowed Sam to suck him off but it was hard to focus now when his own cock wanted to explode and he wanted to feel Dean in him and around him.
"Sammy, look at me," Dean's voice was low and smooth despite the desire shining in his eyes as he slid a hand over Sam's face and quickly the younger man realized his eyes had closed. "Nod if you want to come."
More than anything Sam's body wanted that long sought after release but he struggled to make Dean understand with just his eyes and then whimpered with lose as his brother pulled his cock from his mouth to wipe the spit and precome from his lips while also carefully easing Sam's hands away from himself to pull him to his feet.
"Face the cross," Dean smiled a little when Sam nearly tripped to do just that as he carefully locked the wrist and ankle locks in place to keep his brother spread as he slid his jeans off to step behind Sam to kiss a line down his back to his ass while pouring lube into his hand and over the well stretched and ready red hole. "Love you, Sammy," he breathed into his ear before lining his cock up to slid in and past the first ring of muscle easily to go in fully with a groan of his own while hearing Sam's moan and his name.
Sam expected hard and fast since he knew his brother was ready to come but the gentle roll of hips to bring Dean's hard cock against his prostate with every move soon had Sam fighting the sounds that wanted to come while he could feel the rough feel of Dean's hands running over his chest as he pressed against his back.
"Go ahead and make the noises you want, baby boy," Dean's lips were on his neck, his ear, his jaw and with every tiny lick or bite or kiss Sam moaned more until finally a gentle bite to his shoulder had him keening with need and want. "Tell me what you want, Sam."
Dean's hips and thrusts were slow and gentle despite his body's demand to take and claim while he nuzzled his lips over the back of Sam's neck with a smile because he knew that always made his brother squirm and only being hooked like he was kept him as still as he was.
"Want…God…I want you, Dean," Sam gasped, pressing his head back against Dean's shoulder while trying to thrust his hips back but Dean's own body kept him still. "Wanna come…wan' you to come…want…shit!"
Biting down hard on Sam's neck to just bring blood to the surface but not break the skin, Dean's fingers worked to flick both cockrings off before taking a hand full of hair to control Sam better while using his other to wrap his fingers around Sam's cock to begin a firm and steady touch.
"Gonna make you come now, baby boy," he whispered hotly, feeling the shudders working through Sam as he let his own hips move a bit harder and faster but always hitting that one spot that would ensure when the moment happened his brother screamed. "It's been so long since I've had you under me…around me. I've wanted to hear you scream my name like you did the last night before Detroit, Sammy."
"Now, now, now…please, Dean!" Sam's voice was wrecked and ragged as his chest heaved, feeling the touch on his cock tighten but it was the flick of a finger over the slit at the same time as a voice whispered again in his ear that did it.
"Come," Dean felt the jerk of Sam's body at the same time as the muscles clamped tight around his own cock and with a groan and one more thrust he came right after Sam.
Sam felt his brother's orgasm rip into him as soon as his began and lost himself in the release that had him screaming out not only his brother's name but probably things that Sam hoped neither of them would remember after this as he felt his own release splatter not only his own chest but Dean's hand and the wall with come.
The restraints kept him from moving as much as he would've wanted and Dean was still moving in his ass as Sam's muscles tightened to milk his brother's cock and climax for all it was worth, feeling the come filling him until slowly Sam's eyes rolled back as his orgasm ended with a final use of Dean's name and he went limp.
"Sammy?" Dean groaned as he eased Sam's head back enough to see his eyes were closed but he was breathing easy and guessed the strain of it all had knocked his brother out for a few minutes. "Thank you," he whispered while pressing a kiss to the side of Sam's face, tasting both sweat, tears as he carefully eased out of his brother's body to catch himself on the wall when his legs shook from the exertion of holding himself in control. "Don't you knock?"
"I don't know if you're the worst or goddamn best Dom I've ever seen come through my club," Tristan spoke from the top of the stairs once he knew it was safe to enter the guest house. "I wasn't sure if you'd go through with it a few times."
Grabbing for his jeans, Dean slid them back on but didn't both with the snap while shooting his friend a dangerous look. "I thought I said no peeking," he growled, reaching up to begin to unhook the clasps to free Sam. "Help me get him off here and to bed."
"The cameras were turned off, Dean but you know the microphones in certain rooms, including this one, are always on for the protection of the sub," Tristan easily worked the locks while Dean grabbed his brother as he fell against him with a sleepy moan of protest and then helped the hunter maneuver Sam through a door into a large bedroom meant for guests to use after they were finished. "Shower?"
"He's 6'4" of dead weight when he's like this, Tristan," Dean scoffed, lowering Sam to the king size bed before going to a wet cloth. "I'll clean him off enough to sleep and deal with the shower when he wakes up enough to be more than a cuddly blanket cause that's what he is after we make love…all soft and cuddly and I swear Trina will inherit the club if you smirk at me or tell him I said that," he warned."
The Cajun just smiled while opening the French doors to allow air into the room while knowing the noise from the streets wouldn't disturb the Winchesters. "You love him."
"Duh, he's my little brother so…oh, stop with the looks," Dean groaned, seeing their duffel bags that had been brought from the hotel at Tristan's instruction as he bent his head to focus on wiping Sam clean of sweat and come before sighing. "Yeah, I love him and I would do anything for him…including bringing him here if this is what he thought he needed."
Tristan stayed silent to just watch as Dean's hands worked quickly but gently to clean his brother before grabbing a pair of sleep pants from the duffel to pull up over Sam's legs but didn't both with a shirt and left the collar for the moment since everytime he reached for it his brother would whimper, trying to bat his fingers away.
"Don't punch me for saying this, mon ami but you can tell just by looking at him with you that Sam adores you with every fiber of his being," Tristan had seen that in the café as Sam spoke of his older brother and now he saw it returned in the gentle way Dean cared for the sleeping young man. "Eight years ago when you'd speak of your brother I saw the love you had for him on your face. He doesn't need a Dom as much as he needs you, Dean."
Determined that Sam would never feel the need to do this again, Dean nodded. He understood what was between them was a little strange but then so were their lives but he also knew that no one else got him like Sam did and vice versa.
"He's been through Hell…literally, lately so this was the first time in over a year that we've…connected like this because I was trying to let him heal," he saw his mistake and vowed it wouldn't happen again when he yawned as his body decided it wasn't liking that Sam was asleep and he wasn't. "I appreciate you letting us stay here after this. It'd be hell to get him back to the hotel."
"You know that my house is your house for as long as you need it, Dean…or in this case the guest house since I knew you'd prefer the privacy," Tristan's jade eyes softened as he met Dean's eyes with an understanding only between them. "We're even now…until the next time some damn voodoo ghost decides to haunt my place."
"Call someone else cause that thing was a bitch to get rid of, dude," Dean shot back, slipping into the bed and not surprised as soon as he settled that Sam moved against him to tuck his head in close to his brother's neck with a contented sigh. "Not a word, Trist."
Tristan smiled, backing out the door as he chose to add. "Never took you for the cuddling type, Dean," he pulled the door shut on the low growl and let himself out of the guest house that was attached to his own place in the city but went back into the club to finish the night off like usual while accepting that his guests would be safe.
"They'll be fine," he assured Ebony as he returned to his office to find her waiting. "Dean'll take care of him."
"That boy needs more than just a quick go over some toys, Tristan St. Clair," the older woman remarked, concerned. "He needs healing."
Hearing a disturbance from the club, Tristan began to step out but paused. "Dean'll take care of what Sam needs, Ebony. Last night was to give Sam what he thought he needed. The rest will follow."
TBC
A/NII: Sorry for the long delay. Real life issues and some overthinking made it longer than I wanted. The little follow-up chapter (already started on and shouldn't take as long depending on if I choose to allow a little follow-up issue with Gino) should clear up any questions left over from this one.
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