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!

2. Marcos Redemption

New Title: Bobby's Secret_Marco's Redemption_Love's Slave-Conclusion

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

Warning: Unrelated but still is Sam and Dean. Sam/Dean/Cas/Gabriel. Some language, graphic imagery. Sexual Content. Dark content. Violent scenes are included here. Rape and really explicit and graphic imagery is included, beware if this bothers you! Incest and molestation occurs here, I warn you now! But Dean and Sam is not the ones doing it, another character is…not Cas or Gabriel either if you're worried about that. Menage situations, fair warning here!

If you can't handle this kind of content, please don't read! I don't want to upset or offend anyone, I really don't.

Plot:

Dean has taken over the kingdom and making it better again, and Marco is wandering in exile. He seeks out his death and Death ends up making him an offer he can't refuse.

Enter little Marco with amnesia to be raised by Dean and Sam.

In twenty years, he'll be judged for what he's done. Death tells him. Will Marco find goodness by then or will he never learn what love and goodness feels like? Or will he end up erased from existence come judgment time?

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(Prologue)

Marco felt the heat scorch his skin, this wasteland was so unforgiving.

He had come here for just that reason. Others had come here for it as well and it had fulfilled its purpose. It promised that it would kill you in the end and to others it had, but not him. He'd come here to die but, no, he was just hot.

He'd tried everything. Assassins, murdering thieves, sea monsters, even a Kraken, somewhere in the North Sea. Dean had cast him away, the ungrateful Prince, usurped his throne with that worthless slave he had. Sam may say he's a free man but he wasn't! He'd always be a slave, like all slaves were destined to be. Meant to serve, not to be married to a Prince, or to rule a kingdom. That little conniving creature!

But self pity had taken up most of his time lately. He hated this world and wanted out of it.

Already he heard of the changes. No more payments or tributes to cross territories since there were no more territorial lines! No more slavery, of any sort…soft bastard! Marco hissed to himself. Dean was proving to be a great disappointment. Now he was married to the Wolf King and he suspected he was lovers, really in love with his other slaves, those gorgeous things he'd tried to approach before the wedding.

How dare they turn him down! Then his own sons, his other lovers, forgetting they were once his and thus gave him rights to them again if he demanded it, despite that stupid vow he'd made when they hit twenty….turned him down and now were sleeping together, in love, joining their lands like common sorts.

It all made him sick!

He blamed those knights. They'd put good ideas in their heads and now they were weak and simpletons…wait until war came to their land, they'd see how much stronger Marco's ways were. Their kingdom would fall in seconds! He couldn't wait for that to happen, little traitors! All of them!

After all he'd done for them, they did this to him!

Yet he still worked his way through the heat and hunger, seeking his death. Better dead than in a world that had rejected him so totally!

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(Present)

She stood over the kneeling Vamp and hated him. But knew this had to be done. Being Death itself didn't give her the luxury of choosing only jobs that she liked; sometimes she got ones she despised. And she still had to do them.

Marco didn't see her; he was too lost in his self-pity rant inside his own head. Selfish bastard! She thought. He did so much harm and couldn't see it…all of it was about him, yeah, right.

"Marco, stand and face your death." She said taking her proper form, showing herself as Death now.

Marco turned in shock and stared. "But you're…you…."

"Souri is my form I take when on Earth. This is my true self. I am a goddess of Death. Come and be judged. Your time has come." Souri said and focused on her task. Relishing when it ended. Placing hands on him and taking several minutes to search through his life, to judge him properly. Then reached a troubling conclusion.

She couldn't. There was no good to compare his evilness to.

He was totally devoid of goodness. Therefore unable to be judged and thus she couldn't let him die.

Shit!

Marco trembled under her touch and waited. Then saw her hesitate and flinched as she gazed at him coldly. "I cannot judge you, and therefore you can't die. I must do something different."

"Why not?" Marco had to ask her.

"To judge the evil in someone, you must be able to have some good to judge it by. Good and Evil must exist together for judgment to occur. Sadly, without goodness, like you don't have, I must come up with something else." She said then had a thought. "I could give you a second chance. Earn some goodness, then I'll judge you in twenty years' time."

"For what?" Marco demanded confused.

"Redemption, to earn you some goodness, a new lifetime to find it. To learn to love and feel goodness inside you, then I can judge you." Souri said then said sternly. "I also am doing this for them. You fucked up their lives just as you fucked up everything you ever touched! But still they became good men. Dean became a good king and found love with his men. Your sons found love and happiness despite never knowing it from you…the knights gave them what you couldn't. Love and family, fathers do not do what you did to them. You never were a father to them, you despicable man! They are happy and good despite all your efforts to ruin them and destroy their lives. So, I'll give you a chance…a small one."

"What do I do for this chance?" Marco asked, seeing he really had no choice here, if he ever wanted to die, he had to do it.

"Simple, you live another life." Souri said, then smiled. "Be still. This gets complicated. I need a moment to do something first."

"Fine, go ahead." Marco said and waited. He felt her touching in his mind again and this time it felt different. His mind went blank now and he felt dizzy. His eyes seemed to be seeing lower objects now then he realized that he was shrinking. Souri finally let her touch go and nodded.

A five year old stood before her with a quizzical look. Touching his mind, she allowed him to remember briefly, knowing he needed to know this. "In twenty years, I will weigh your soul then judge you."

"And then I'll die?" Marco asked, his child-like voice resounding his fear.

"That depends on how you come out of the judging. You may live and stay on as your new self or die. But only if you have to learned to love and find redemption. It all depends on you really, Marco. Twenty years, that's all you get. Then I'll come to you again." Souri said.

"Twenty years." Marco said then sighed as she hid his memories again. She gently touched his head and he slept, passing out and she caught his falling form. Then carried the little boy in her arms and appeared invisibly on the steps of the palace. Pulling the rope there, she lay him down and hid again.

Sure the pair would love him, a son of their own; something they deserved and had been so afraid they'd never have. It was part of her 'second chance' she had planned for Marco; a way to help both the people she loved and teach Marco to love. Something she really hoped he did, looking down at the adorable boy sleeping on the step and falling for him already. Such a beautiful child. She thought. She hoped he got the lesson; she really didn't want to have to see him die.

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Cas answered the bell pull and looked down to see the child on the step. He immediately called on Dean to come see. "What the…where are his parents?" Dean wondered as he leaned down to wake him up. The child gazed up at him in confusion and innocence. "What is your name? Are you lost?"

Besides… how did he even get in here? Past the guards and the gate…not a small feat really.

"I…I don't know." The boy said uncertainly, his eyes scared now. "I can't remember."

"You don't know how you got here either?" Dean asked concerned, picking the shivering boy up in his arms, wrapping him in his robe, tight to his body for warmth.

"No, nothing." The boy said. "I'm scared."

"Don't be, we'll go see if we can find your folks; you probably just wandered off." Dean said, Sam was there now and feeling on the boy's head for a bump or blood. Both thinking that maybe he had hit his head. It would explain his memory loss, poor little guy.

Soon they were dressed in street clothes and were in a carriage going to the village.

"Is this your son?" Dean asked an older man and he said no. Doing the same to everyone there and got the same response…he didn't belong to any of them. "I guess we'll keep you then. Got a name you like?" He asked and found himself drawn to the boy. Loving him already, a son. A son they had been discussing lately. Talking about getting a woman to bear for them, secretly of course.

"No, any name you'll like?" The boy asked and they discussed it and hit on the perfect one.

"Robert Francis Winchester, you'll be named that. See, my adopted father was named Robert Francis Singer so I gave you his name, so you'll be the second. Robert Francis Winchester the Second. Royal Prince to the throne, our son. We'll be your parents now." Dean said and the boy smiled. "Bobby for short, is that okay?" Bobby would have loved this boy, would approve of giving his name to him.

"I like it. Bobby…my name is Bobby. You are…" The boy asked and Dean smiled.

"I'm Dean Winchester, the King here, and this is my consort, Sam. We rule this land, but we're good rulers, don't worry." Dean said and felt pain at his words. The kingdom was healing, slowly becoming good again; his father's poison slowly leeching from it and he was glad. Every day that passed saw it getting better for his subjects and that was the best outcome he could have imagined for it.

"Dad, you are Dad. Him, too." The boy, Bobby said. His Jade Green eyes gazing at them with trust now.

His eyes haunted Dean for some reason but he couldn't put his finger on the reason. He couldn't shake the feeling he'd seen them before; they were so familiar! But knew that wasn't possible. So he just assumed it was because they were his son's eyes now. Once so full of confusion he never wanted the kid to know again. He was a vampire though, he had the mark. He wondered where he came from but figured it didn't matter, as long as he was with them now.

Souri watched their interaction carefully as days passed. Saw the pain Marco wrought in his son slowly being healed by having the child there. Marco making it up to Dean in this way, the one he had hurt the most out of all his sons, and approved. He didn't know he was doing it, but that made it better, more of a natural thing. Dean needed a child to love, Sam, too. Marco needed to learn to love, so this was perfect.

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Time passed fast for them now. Bobby grew up tall and handsome. Spending most of his time in the kitchens helping Souri cook, fetching her ingredients for her meals, and adoring her best of all the people there, except his parents of course. Souri in return loved Bobby best, taking him on hikes and picnics, spending time with him when she went to the market or went picking veggies from the garden, taking him to the woods to find herbs for the food. He also sat in her kitchen, telling her about his day, chattering away like only a kid can, and making her smiled lovingly at him. She regretted that as a god, she didn't get kids; she was sterile. She and her other Death god Mate couldn't have kids together as a result. Bobby was as close to a kid as she'd ever get.

Which made her love him more, and dread the day when Judgment time came.

She loved that boy, she hadn't expected that. Hadn't foreseen him taking to her so much and it made her job harder, knowing someday she had to judge him and hating when that time came. 'Please let the time pass slower.' She prayed to her head Death god, 'Please give me more time.' She cried at this part every time. 'Please make it so I don't have to do this!' and this broke her heart every time.

But suspected that, while painful, it may not lead to his death after all.

Bobby didn't have a bit of evilness in him, not a drop. He was all love, bravery, courageous to a fault, loyal, forgiving, sweet in nature, kind hearted, and took care of those around him. He was a good knight, fearless in battle, pure of heart, so full of goodness he fairly glowed with it already.

Marco's soul hid who he was and she made sure it stayed that way. Bobby was better. Bobby would live if he stayed this way. She only hoped he didn't see this as a betrayal once she revealed the truth to him.

She couldn't bear to lose his love now, he was dear to her. Loved and protected by her personally.

So different than who he used to be.

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Years seemed to flow into each other now, a river one that could never stop; a gentle but unstoppable progression.

Dean thought this and smiled at Bobby, reflecting proudly that even at the age of 12, he was remarkably adept with a sword, and with a staff he was unbeatable, and watched as he sparred with Gabriel nearby. He also had the most infectious happy smile that made everyone smile with him, made you feel good just by being around him. He'd make a good king someday, Dean thought again. Then moved inside and removed a cloth from a portrait, a portrait of his father, Marco. Pain filled him at the sight and tears hit his eyes. His eyes scanned the picture and he asked it, "Why couldn't you have just been my Dad? Why couldn't you just love me the right way?" He got no response. "I hate you but…Bobby…he's my son now. I'm doing good with him, would never do what you did to us. Why couldn't you do that with us?" Sadness filled his heart and then he felt a hand touch his own, a thinner one, one he knew well.

"Who is that?" Bobby asked, the portrait sparked a feeling of him, a dark one, and he repressed it. Regret flared there too and he was confused by it.

"The last king, my father." Dean said then they sat in a window, he motioned to it. Eyes downcast to hide his pain but eventually his son got him to look up at him again. Then he sat up and wiped his eyes. "Sorry, bad times."

"What did he do? I heard he was evil but no one tells me anything about why he was or what he did to them." Bobby objected. "I'm almost a man now and I deserve the truth about why you hide his portrait this way. Like he's a horrible secret or something."

"Not a secret, just a painful reminder, that's all." Dean said and nodded. Licking a lip, he nervously spoke again. He started with what he did when they were kids, the conquering of the land and destroying it with his evil. Added in the slavery and the tributes he soon taught them to require. Explained about Sam and John, his other consorts and wolf mate. He glossed over some details but still told him most of it. "He hurt me, hurt everyone he touched. I'm glad he's gone, I know he's out there somewhere, but I fear and dread him coming around again. I hate him but…sometimes I just come here to ask why he did it all. Ask him why he couldn't love us the way we love you, what made it so damn impossible to be our Father." He shrugged. Eying the painting with comingled dread and pain, mixed with regret. "Never get an answer but it's not likely I'd get one, right?"

"He couldn't, because there was no love in him for anyone. He couldn't love you because he was too full of evil to ever feel that for you or his other sons. He was an evil man." Bobby said and the words just came out of him and he felt they were true. As if the man had spoken them himself. This also confused him but he let it go and hugged his Dad. "You got me now, and I love you. Let's not bring him up again." Then he went over and covered it again. "He isn't worth our notice, Dad. He never was."

"Thanks. You know, you really are wise for your age. So good and kind, and smart, too." Dean said touching his son's hair lightly. "And you're getting shaggy. You need a haircut, Bobby."

"Souri promised to do it later, she said the same thing." Bobby chuckled as they headed out of the hall. Turning to glare at the covered painting and swearing to burn the thing someday. It haunted his father and that made him hate the man in it more! Dean was still hurting from what he'd done to him and he'd be damned if that man got to get to hurt him anymore than he already had. "I want to burn it."

"Burn what?" Dean said and Bobby looked back at the painting pointedly. "If you want to, someday when you are king, you can."

"Why not you?" Bobby asked concerned but the pain in his father's eyes now.

"Because I can't even touch it." Dean said. "I can stand in front of it but never work up the courage to burn it, even though I consider it all the time and know I should. It would cause me too much pain to even touch the damn thing."

"Well, when I'm king, that will be my first decision. To burn that thing." Bobby decided, that hateful thing would go for sure then.

"I'll hand you the fire to do it." Dean said and smiled indulgently at him. "I have a thing with your other Dad now, a date, but Souri mentioned you helping cook dinner, better get going…she may even let you lick the bowls if you get there in time." He knew she'd save the boy the bowls anyway, but was just teasing him. She really loved that boy.

"I'd better go then." Bobby said and sprinted away. "Dad?" He stopped and eyed his father with sad eyes.

"Yeah, son?" Dean said and the boy gave him a small smile as he looked back at him, haunting green eyes on his own. Eyes like in the painting. Dean realized. The boy had Marco's eyes but he wasn't him. Must be a genetic trick. Lots of people had green eyes like Jade, surely that was true.

"I love you, Dad. I'd kill that Marco guy if he ever came near you again. He doesn't get you again. I really do love you." Bobby said then ran away.

Then Dean realized it again. He hadn't used Marco's name when talking about the picture. He also hadn't mentioned the sexual abuse and physical abuse, so how had he figured it out? Well, he had probably heard it from someone else, even though it was one of those things that no one knew about and was kept secret that way out of shame and hatred of it, but it nagged at him, a feeling in him telling him something was weird there. He'd seen the painting and figured it out, that was it. But still couldn't shake the feeling that maybe, with him just appearing on the step that way, that he could be him. But different. Couldn't stop thinking that his wonderful son, that loving boy, was somehow that evil man deep down, but shrugged it off, there was no way it was true.

Even if he was beginning to look just like the man more every day, he wasn't him. He wasn't Marco! He was Bobby, the homeless waif he'd taken for his own son. It didn't explain anything…he told himself firmly. It was just a coincidence. His family had abandoned him or were killed. Had to be. Bobby wasn't Marco reborn, it wasn't true, damn it!

Then went to Sam to discuss something he wanted to do now, a change of title for his lover. Not consort, he considered that a stupid word. Something more fitting. More traditional.

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Sam let his Lord summon him to his bed chamber and knelt by his feet. He liked to kneel to his king and lover, and Dean allowed it. Still his slave and Dean knew it did no good to tell him different. And found he still considered himself his Master, too.

"Sammy, look at me." Dean commanded. Sam's hazel eyes met his, full of desire and love. "Screw the consort thing. I am king here. I make the rules. So you are no longer my consort. You are my Queen." He declared and grinned at Sam's expression.

"But Queens are female, and I'm not." Sam protested.

"So I've noticed, thankfully enough." Dean teased him. "Never the less, you are Queen from now on." Then leaned back, revealing a telling bulge in his own Slave tunic. It's sheer golden cover shimmered in the candlelight. "And as my Queen and Eternal love slave, mind you, you are required to service me whenever I want you to." Dean continued and Sam nodded, eager to begin that part. "Remove my tunic, baby."

Sam's hands worked the clasp free and it slid off his hips, revealing him hard and ready for his lover.

"Suck me." Dean ordered and Sam did as he said, suckling the tip and then taking the rest in his mouth, taking him deep and then shallow, sucking him hard at intervals, sealing his lips around him and using his tongue and hands on it now. "Yeah, like that…" Dean purred then nudged him off him. "Bed…now."

Sam unhooked his own tunic now and scrambled up onto it quickly, on all fours and bowing his head down onto the bed. Then he spread his legs farther apart and rested his head on his crossed arms below him. And Dean applied the oil and worked fingers into him, working Sam's shaft as he did so, until Sam was moving back onto him more, whimpering and pleading for more.

Dean working into him now and making love to him for hours, plaintive moans of pleasure filling the room, as well as grunts, groans, moans, and cries accompanied by slapping flesh as he fucked him harder eventually, doing it again and again, at intervals, and they came hard from it each time.

"Now, so close…cum now." Dean gasped his permission and Sam did as he was told, cumming for his Master more with every thrust until his Master joined him in orgasm after orgasm.

Afterward, they cuddled and kissed, happily teasing each other for over an hour.

"Fine, I'm your Queen." Sam said in surrender, but with a twinkle in his sexy eyes.

"Yes, you are…" Dean said suggestively, eying his lover's naked form, the candlelight seeming to cover his body with molten gold and watched as it pooled in his muscled chest and body areas, making him look the like the golden god Dean saw him as in his eyes. So perfect and worth his worship! "And you are such a fine Queen, too." He leered.

"I just…well, I don't know if I like it for sure…this queen thing. You might need to convince me some more…" Sam said and stroked himself suggestively and eyed Dean's ass, licking a lip.

"Definitely need to work on convincing you then…" Dean said then kissed down his body as Sam's eyes filled with liquid heat and need. "Starting with sucking you, too. And, I must say, I do love this tunic idea of yours though…easy access and nothing under it to keep any of your bits from my touch, easier to take you any time I want that way, which is all the time, since I never stop craving you, Sam."

"Never stop craving you either, Master." Sam said and loved how Dean's eyes lit up at the title. He loved being his Master, Sam loved being his Slave. It was a mutually beneficial arrangement really! Then lost his train of thought when Dean took him in his mouth, starting with the head then moved lower with little licks and tongue strokes, and his gentle but firm sucking motion now.

Then when he could force himself to stop, which was hard to do, since he loved to suck Sam as much as Sam loved to suck him, it was a wonderful addiction they both had for each other, he lay back and pulled his legs up, offering his body fully to his lover.

An offering Sam was not about to reject. So he careful worked him open with oil and fingers, then coated himself with it. So hard he couldn't bear to wait any longer. Then he worked into Dean and moved slow, making love to him first, with measured strokes to his prostate, enough to make it feel good but not to let him cum. Then moved harder, rougher love being made now and Dean screamed his pleasure. Sam's passionate words and cries following his king's immediately until, with several deep thrusts, he filled him with his cum again and again, and collapsed, panting, on top of him.

When they could move again, Sam pulled out and got up, pulling his Lord to a bath that was waiting for them nearby. Where the hot water soothed their soreness away and they took turns washing each other thoroughly, and fooling around in the water. Then made love together again a couple times, much gentler now. Both ending up soaking for hours and kissing lovingly afterward until they smiled up at Cas and Gabe who joined them.

And then they made love with their personal Slaves. Cas and Gabe had decided they'd keep their Slave roles, too; they rather loved their Master/Slave thing with them and hadn't wanted to lose it. But they also were husbands, albeit secret ones, to them. Only stopping their orgy to switch and let their Slaves make love to them as well, their cries and pleasure sounds only interrupted by the sound of water being refreshed by the servants at regular intervals, more rose oil being poured in to keep it the way their King preferred it. The oil lubing them up naturally as they thrust into each other under the water and they especially loved that benefit.

Their bodies glowed in the dim light now, the oil shiny on it and making them golden perfections to each other. For hours they did this and then washed off, cuddling with them as well. Gabe held Sam while Cas held Dean, and they kissed happily, but felt dawn coming upon them. They quickly toweled off, and ran for their bed to cuddle, already feeling their deaths coming for them for the day. They'd be up in a few hours but for now they were out of it. Bobby crept in, and kissed them before Dawn set in. Then went to his own room and died for the day with them when it came.

Souri and Rufus, along with the other knights, would watch over the castle, and knew they could handle it for a few hours, 6 or 7 at most. They didn't sleep all day, being royal Vampires, but did require some dying time. They didn't mind, it gave them time to clean the throne room and their rooms for them in peace. That and empty out the bathing pool and refill it for them by the time they awoke.

They didn't see this as a hated chore, none of it. They loved serving their Rulers now, but had hated Marco.

And, as Souri dusted in the Portrait hall, she tugged off the cloth over Marco's reluctantly, it needed dusting, too. "You're doing good in this lifetime, Marco. And maybe once judging is done, I will be able to kill off the last of you from this world and leave that boy purified of you. I will see the end of you, Old Man, and I hope it hurts you to know that." She spat at it but still cleaned it, covering it up quickly. But promised herself that she would be there when Bobby burned the thing later.

It was fitting it should still hang there, Marco wasn't gone yet. Not entirely. His evil still hid in Bobby's soul, Marco's soul to be truthful. But Bobby was so good and his soul held so much evil in it. That would need to be remedied before the painting could be gone. The painting was symbolic really. But, once it burned, it would symbolize that Marco was really gone, and would never darken their lives ever again, not even Bobby's!

Souri welcomed that day. But loved the time she had before she had to reveal the truth to Bobby, for fear he'd pull back from her over it. He was a son to her, and if this made him reject her, it would break her heart.

Her mother's heart. So full of love for that boy, love she'd never expect to feel this deeply when she made him a child again. Never expected it to hurt so much at the prospect of him hating her once he remembered who he was. Or hating her for not telling him sooner, which she couldn't. It wasn't allowed.

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Bobby eyed the painting with loathing but still stared. At sixteen, he was familiar with it. He looked in the mirror every day and saw it. He looked just like that man, but amazingly enough, his fathers and none of the subjects hated him for it or acknowledged that fact. They didn't flinch from him, their eyes didn't fill with fear and pain at the sight of him. Love filled their eyes at the sight of him and that warmed his heart.

But still he eyed the painting and felt such evil, but not from the painting, from inside himself at the sight of it. Evil against it. He hated that man, hated that he felt him inside him, even though he was confused about how that was possible.

"I'm not you! I can't be you! I not you inside me and I never have been. I can't understand how I can have an affinity with an evil bastard like you, but I feel like I do…I hate it and I hate you. I'm not…I can't be…" Bobby cried and felt hands on his shoulders. "I'm not him, Dad. I'm really not! Am I?"

His eyes beseeched theirs and they pulled him close, soothing him. Sam rushed to cover it again, reflecting he really wanted to burn the thing but Dean wouldn't let him.

"You're not him." Dean told his son softly and kissed his cheek, wiping tears away.

"I feel like…I might be." Bobby said sadly.

"You're not! I don't know much about your life as a child, but I do know you aren't him!" Dean told him firmly. "And even if you are him reborn, I refuse to acknowledge him, just you, son. I love you, and nothing could ever change that."

Even if I'm…" Bobby began.

"You're not, no matter what, you're not." Dean told him and put a finger to his lips to silence him. "Not another word about that, you aren't Marco. You are Bobby and my son, our son. We love you and you are a good man. That's all that will be said on the subject." Dean said and Bobby nodded. Then hugged him tight. Grateful for having parents like he had, so loving and caring. He couldn't remember his real ones. So these were his parents, the only ones he'd ever known. And they were good men, and he wanted to be a good man like them someday.

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Souri sat by her king as he picked at his lunch, Sam, too. "What's wrong, Sire?" She asked.

"Bobby." Dean said quietly then told her what he'd said. "He looks so much like him, and he says he feels like he might be him, and hates it. I sense it, too. But I love him so much. It isn't possible he was Marco, right?" He looked over at her in confusion. "Don't care, he's my son. Not Marco."

"I have to show you something." Souri said. It was forbidden but she had to tell him, he had a right to know.

"Okay, what?" Dean asked curiously.

She allowed her true form to show and he stared at her in awe. An Angel, with long black hair and black robes, and large black wings filled the far wall. "I'm the Angel of Death, a Death god, you see. And it is relevant. You'll see that soon." She pulled it back in and soon stood as herself again. Sat down across from him and explained. "He is Marco…" She told him and told him everything, and he nodded, he'd sensed it for a while now, almost had figured it out on his own. "This is his second chance. Technically the only part of him that is Marco is his soul, the rest is Bobby." She reassured him. "He is good, but for some reason, his soul speaks to him at times and I keep it quiet most of the time for him, I gag Marco. But he sometimes slips a word in here and there."

"So my son is…" Sam asked in shock.

"Marco reformed but now he is Bobby. Marco is gone and forgotten." She reassured him as well. Sam seemed to relax at that.

"So you have to judge him in a few years?" Dean said worried. "You'll kill him then?" He didn't want his son dead, even if he was the man who'd tried to ruin his life reformed, he loved his son!

"Yes, but he's so good, there's no way it should end that way. The worst I should have to do is erase Marco's memories from his soul, they're still in there. That should get rid of him for good but I can't do it until he hits twenty." Souri said. "I hate this part, but with my job, I can't just pick and choose the good stuff; I have to do the bad stuff, too. But I won't have to kill him, I promise you that, Sire. But I will have to bring Marco out to judge him and make Bobby aware of him more, and see how Marco's evil balances against Bobby's goodness. I have to weigh them against each other to make a fair judgment."

"He has to become him." Dean said sadly.

"No, he just meets him sort of. He remembers what Marco did and what Bobby did. Then judgment goes from there." Souri said. "But yes, he will remember Marco and his life as him, what remains to be seen in how he reacts to that knowledge. I'm afraid he won't love me anymore once he finds this all out, and he will. I love him like a son. And since I can't have kids, he is my son in all the ways that matter."

"I…I hate this." Dean said softly, pushing his bowl away, not hungry at all now.

"Sire, it's your favorite, can't you just eat some of it?" Souri urged him but saw neither Royal was eating and sighed.

"No, not hungry. Thank you anyway. I'll eat it again later." Dean said then looked back as she touched his arm.

"About what I am, I am still your servant, Souri, still yours. The Death god thing is just what I have to do sometimes." Souri said. "Can I please stay and work here?"

"Yes, you are Souri to me, and Bobby is Bobby, my son. Nothing you've said here changes that. Nothing!" Dean reassured the worried woman. "I love you, Souri. You were always good to me as a kid, like you are to Bobby. So keep taking care of him, he'll need it like I did."

"I will. Thank you, Sire. I love you, too." Souri said and bowed as he got up and left. "And I'll take care of that boy, too."

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Dean was sitting and looking up at the portrait again. Thinking of what he had learned and getting more upset. Then he had enough. He went to cover it again but paused to say something first. "He may be you in a way, but he's not you, and you are gone, and you damn sure are staying that way! And I look forward to the day that Death god finally judges you and kills you for good!" He hissed and covered it quickly, turning to Sam and giving him a stubborn look. "He's Bobby; not Marco!"

"Yes, he's Bobby." Sam said softly and agreed with his anger and resolve. "Bobby is…he's a wonderful kid."

"He is." Dean smiled softly as he remembered his life with them so far. Such a perfect child, now a good man. The future king. Not like the one he used to be at all. "He'll be a good king."

"He will." Sam agreed then smiled. "We need to eat soon, food then blood, before the dawn comes."

"Okay." Dean agreed, heading to the kitchen again.

And, two hours later, they had eaten and drank from their donors, the twins, who'd moved here with them. And headed to bed to die, along with their lovers cuddling to them. Lovers that would never know Bobby's secret. Not if they had their way.

No one needed to know. Bobby was Bobby, and that's all there was to it.

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Bobby became a full knight soon after, began to travel and do his duties. And he did them well.

His fathers and the others watched him do so and smiled proudly as time passed on him. Dean reflected that he may be Marco reformed but there wasn't a bit of Marco in him, hadn't been from the beginning. For that he was grateful.

At twenty, he was a strapping man, muscled and strong, lean, and handsome. He shined the way a hero should, and he smiled kindly at everyone. And, despite being the exact duplicate of Marco, no one had made the connection between them. They just assumed he was his bastard child or something, a product of him with another woman. Many kings had strayed from their marriage beds, so Marco probably had, too.

Dean knew better. Marco only had one urge, and one alone, to fuck men, specifically his own sons! Even more specifically, Dean. He knew he'd been the one Marco had convinced himself he was in love with, and hated that thought with a passion. He wasn't his lover, damn it! He should have been his son. Even when they'd fucked, yeah, he'd been his lover, but later on, no, he'd just been his victim. He had let himself succumb to passion with the man until he was twenty, he had no choice. It had saved his sanity and made it easier to bear. But what he'd done to free Sam, that was…he didn't want to think on what that had been. Didn't want to think on what he'd done or tried to do to his chance at love with John, his Wolf Mate and Secret Husband as well, the man/wolf he loved. No, Marco had wanted Dean for himself and had done everything he could to make it so, like a jealous lover. Which, he supposed, he had been to him. Or almost was. There would have been no way out of being with Marco, not even then. Slavery had been his only option. And at least in four years, he'd be free. As a slave, he'd have been doomed to a lifetime of servitude to any owner that bought him and he'd have been required to serve him in any way the person desired, especially sexually. A vampire sex slave was a rare commodity, he'd have fetched a great price. He flinched at that thought.

Better four years as a coerced, but willing and devoted lover, than that. Anything was better than that.

"Dean? You okay?" Sam said coming up to get him for the party.

"Just thinking." Dean said sadly. "Was I a whore to be his willing lover for four years? I admit I enjoyed it eventually, was loving, loyal, and willing….it was easier than rape really."

"No, no, you did what you did to stay alive, baby! To keep your mind sane, I don't think you were a whore at all, and I know the old Bobby didn't either, nor does Gabe or any of us. It was abuse, Dean, plain and simple." Sam insisted vehemently. "Not a whore."

"But I loved him…that way…for a while. There was love there." Dean said eyes downcast still. "Not as a father but as a man in my bed…a lover."

"Dean, one last time here. Not a whore. So you felt love, good for you. Love is good, it saved your life. And, it may not have been as a father but given what you were doing, being his Vampiric Love Slave, I think that was called for, don't you?" Sam said. "I disagree with him forcing that on you but your decision to make it love and not a slave thing was what let you stay the way you are now, a good man that made a decision and it kept you sane. No, not a whore, don't say that again." Sam said and Dean nodded.

"Bobby there? At the party? You know he's judged today." Dean pointed out.

"No, he's helping Souri collect some apples for the pies." Sam said. It was a 'before' party, and they were late to it. "Why?"

"I want to be there. When he's judged. I have that right." Dean said and Sam nodded. "You attend the party for us, make my apologies."

"Okay, be careful." Sam said kissing him softly. "Take care of our son then."

"Always." Dean promised and ran to find Souri, to see if she would mind if he joined them for it. He just had to be there, for support for Bobby and to see Marco finally die. It was his duty after all.

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Bobby held out the apple and smiled at her. "I love you, Souri." He put it in the basket she held out for him. "I know you're married…" He blushed as he said it then shuffled a toe in the dirt for a minute. "You're like a Mom to me. But…if I marry, I want her to be like you. Exactly like you. Because there is no better woman in my eyes than you." He bit a lip and looked away nervously. "I'd better…more apples. We need more apples…yeah." He stumbled on his words, blushing furiously in the process. "Just want you to know that, felt like it might be my last chance to let you know, for some reason." Bobby said then headed back to the orchard and missed her pained expression entirely, the tears shimmering her eyes.

"I want to be there." Dean said coming up behind her. "When you do it, I want to be there."

"Okay." She said and wiped her eyes. "We'll do it when he gets back, before his party." She sighed as more tears came to replace them. "I love him, and I can't bear to do this."

"You can and will. It's your job and it's the only way to get rid of that evil bastard. And cleanse our son. So you can do it." Dean said and took her hand. "Hi, Rufus." Her husband ambled up and kissed her cheek.

"You know your son is going to steal my wife from me someday…don't you?" Rufus teased her and she smiled at him, shaking her head at him. "I faced that reality years ago, he's stealing her heart, and I don't stand a chance…" He did a fake sad look at her and she leaned in and kissed him.

"No, he can't have me that way. But I guarantee that whoever he marries better measure up to what he needs and never be unfaithful to him, or break his heart, because one sad moment like that, and I will smite the bitch for it." Souri said scowling. "He deserves to be happy, and she better be worth it."

"Now, dear, no smiting just because she's not good enough for him." Rufus said. "He may need to go through more than one to find the right girl or guy."

"Better be the right one if I meet them." She stated firmly, both men saw she meant every word.

At twenty, Bobby had shown no interest in men or women; so they were waiting to be sure of his preferences before considering matches for him. Dean already had several offers from other kingdoms for their daughter and some of their sons who preferred men like he did. He'd told them that Bobby had shown no preferences yet but they'd be informed when the time came. Dean was beginning to wonder himself.

Soon Bobby came back and Dean cringed at what was about to occur.

"Put the basket down, Bobby." Souri asked him. Bobby gently sat it down and looked at them curiously. "I'm sorry, Bobby. I hate to do this but I have to." She took a breath to steady her nerves then sighed. "I love you."

"Love you, too. What do you have to be sorry for?" Bobby said confused. Then gasped as she touched his chest and he flinched as evil filled his mind. Marco. He used to be Marco, he did those things! He saw and felt everything he'd done as the man and ended up throwing up on the ground, weak from it all. "I was…I really was Marco." He said crying. "I did all those things, even the things you left out when you told me what he…no, I…did before to you and, my uncles, and the kingdom…I did them."

"Yes, in a way. Marco did them, but when I made you a boy again, I took him from you, contained him in his soul until now. That was why you can't recall anything, you can't. From that point on, you were Bobby and you were good. And you did none of those things Marco did, Marco did them, not you!" Souri, as the Death god told him, taking her form so she could judge him. "Don't be afraid, I'm sorry I never told you, I wasn't allowed to."

"Dad…Did you…" Bobby asked confused, he'd never showed it, always loved him.

"Yes, I knew, saw the signs and she told me when you were sixteen, I figured it out mostly by then." Dean said sadly. "Never thought of you as him, and you shouldn't either; you are two very different people."

"I have to touch you again, I need you to kneel." Souri said gently and Bobby eased to his knees again.

"Okay, still love you, Souri. And you make a beautiful Angel, just so you know. Your wings especially, can I touch them first? I know the next part is bad, but can I touch them before it gets bad?" His green eyes pleaded with hers and she nodded, pulling them in so he could stroke them. She closed her eyes and detached one mentally, flinching as it broke off her. It floated down by his hand and he stopped stroking the soft feathers to pick it up, black at night with shiny silver at the end, a rather large feather, too. "You're shedding. Can I keep it?" He asked, fingers holding it tight.

"Yes. You can keep it." Souri said indulgently then smiled at Dean's knowing look. Yeah, Angels didn't shed feathers, they didn't molt like birds! But they did give feathers to special people when they wanted to. Feathers that let them keep an eye on them and let them stay in close contact with them at all times, to find them anytime they wanted to. Like she would do with Bobby from now on.

Then she began to judge him. Marco was remarkably, well, regretful, he hated what he'd done, despised himself for all of it. Begged her to let him apologize before she let him die. Bobby eyed the man with disgust inside him and stayed away from him on general principle. Forgiveness from him was not an option, neither was speaking from his lips, ugh, what a concept, gross!, in any fashion or for any reason. She saw goodness there and knew what her judgment would be.

"First, Marco has something to say. Bobby, let him use your mouth." Souri said. Bobby stubbornly clamped his lips shut and shook his head. "Just a few words, no one will think you are him. I promise."

"No." Bobby said then shut up again.

"Bobby, please, I would hear what he had to say, okay?" Dean begged. He really did want to know what the bastard had to say for himself after all he'd done.

Bobby glared but nodded, and Dean cringed as his father's older voice came out now. "Dean…I know you hate me, and I deserve it, I admit that now. My life as Bobby has taught me that I was wrong to do those things to you and them." Then he apologized for all that he'd done after that, even the abuse he'd done to him to free Sam, and begged him to forgive him, he was sorry. "I mean it. I wasn't a father to you then or later, and I was sick to do those things to you guys. I can't change what I did, but I regret it and I'm sorry. I hate myself for what I did. Please forgive me, son?"

"I…but I…I can't…I…I don't know." Dean said finally in shock. But softened at the regret in his eyes, glowing with Marco in them, not Bobby. Then reflected that if he forgave Marco, then the sight of Bobby looking like Marco later would be easier to bear, because he would be him literally later. Could he do that? For his sake and Bobby's? Maybe if he forgave Marco, then eventually maybe Bobby could, too. He didn't want Bobby to hate him or anyone. Hate was a poison, it would infect you slowly but, in the end, it ate you alive. "Yes, I forgive you." He said then knelt down and hugged him, kissing him cheek platonically. "I forgive you, Father."

"Thank you. Go ahead, goddess, kill me. I'm still in here, get me out of him." Marco said and bowed his head. "I was wrong and evil…and I deserve this."

"Not now, before you did, but not now. You are forgiven and will go to Heaven now that your soul has been purified of its evil. You have been purified. I just need to erase your memories from it, let you go up, let Bobby's essence fill it up as you go. It's not painful; you've let that part go already. So it should lighten you both." Souri reassured him. "You're a good man now, Marco. Keep that in mind in your next life."

"I will." Marco said then looked down at Dean. "I love you, Son. For once, I love you the right way and I am ever so grateful of that fact."

Dean watched on in wonder as bits of smoke floated from Bobby and vanished, then he glowed like a candle and more light rose up from him and entered the a bright portal that opened above Bobby now. Soon the glow faded and the light was gone. Bobby opened his eyes and smiled, feeling much lighter and very alone inside himself.

"I must erase any knowledge of my true self from you guys and of you being him for a while, from both you and your father. It will take a moment, no longer. Then you will pick up that basket, give it to me, steal an apple each and go to get ready for your party. Understood?" Souri said and they nodded. "Keep the feather on you at all times, make an amulet of it. For protection from evil." Then tugged another few out and winced, but knew they would grow back in. "These are for you and Sam, Dean. Do the same as I told him. Wear them always. These are for your children, Bobby. Make amulets for them to wear as well when they are born, they must keep them on as well. I will watch over you all personally, as I always have, as your Protector. You are my charges, and were since I was assigned to you."

"When we die, will you reap us?" Dean asked curiously, if she did it, he wouldn't mind.

"No, silly. Vampires don't die, I just give them different forms to live on in. They can't die so I have to get creative. The same with the wolves, immortality never ends, it just means you become someone else later." Souri explained. "I foresee you not doing that, living forever is how I see you living. Not all do, but you will."

"I love you, Souri." Bobby repeated and hugged her tight and she hugged him. Then whispered in her ear so only she could hear it. "You're mine, no matter who I'm with or what I do, or if you're married, you will always be mine, my first love." Then he stood smugly in front of her and waited as she blushed red at his words.

"Yeah, I, uh…yeah." Souri said flustered and shyly smiled at him. "I feel the same way, Bobby. I love you, too." Then she touched his and Dean's head, and sent a light out to find Sam and do the same. Doing as she said she would and moments later, it was done.

Dean found himself amused by why his son was late getting ready for his party, he'd come down to get him to go get ready. It would begin soon.

"This is the last of them, Souri. I got the biggest ones like you told me to." Bobby said handing her the heavy basket. Bobby snaked out a hand and saw his Dad to the same then they ran from her baleful glare and saw her smile and wave as they ran off like kids together, laughing.

She remembered his words quite well and sighed happily. "Yep, smiting the one that breaks his heart, yep, I will." And then had an idea. "I should find him a wife…or husband…not sure, one I know is good enough…possibly a fellow god…hmm." She thought out loud to herself while her husband trailed behind her trying to talk her out of it.

"Darling, he has to choose his own." Rufus tried to tell her. "He may want to make his own choices."

"Pish Posh, Dean is already plotting matches, or at least introductions from other Royals kids, so why not me?" Souri said with a smirk. Then went back to thinking out loud on her way to the kitchen to bake more pies. Apple ones, Bobby's favorites. The boar was already almost all done, the fresh veggies were already done. And there were at least two dozen pies made already…he might want a midnight snack so she'd made extras, Dean and Sam loved them as well.

Late night trips to her kitchen to steal food were not uncommon, they were regular occurrences.

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Later that night, after his party, Dean surprised his son by coming into his bedroom with several scantily clad people. Bobby, suffice it to say, was shocked.

"Um, Dad…what are you doing?" Bobby said as he nibbled a carrot and eyed the barely clad people before him.

"It's a gift. This is Sally, she's one of our blood slaves. She wants to offer herself to you. Gabe and Cas are also gifts, to serve your every sexual wish tonight. They requested it, not us." Dean said leaving the room. Bobby had finished his meal, had some pie, and was finishing off the last bit of carrot before he got ready to rest for a while. He was full and was considering reading one of the books he'd gotten for his birthday when Dad had appeared with the people. "Do as you will with them, they are yours for the night. Have them fetch your slippers, get your books, or wash your back for you, but it would be a waste of good sex skills not to take them up on it. And Sally will be disappointed, she's had her sights set on you taking her virginity for years, you see."

Dean quickly left and chuckled. Sure this would help them see what his preferences were. Gabe and Cas had been more than willing to honor his request to seduce Bobby to be sure if he liked men. And Sally had came to him to ask if she could offer to let him be her first, if he was into girls. She was okay with it if he wasn't.

He reflected it couldn't have gone better.

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Bobby pressed himself to headboard as they climbed the bed and him. Kissing along his neck and working his clothes off. "Uh, uh, don't fight it. We're here for your pleasure, not to hurt you." Gabriel reassured the nervous man. "Just undressing you, that's all. Relax, Bobby."

"Um, okay." Bobby said tugging the sheet up to cover himself once they were done, and noticed they were, too. Not to mention, they hadn't left his bed yet…he gulped nervously. "Fine, I'll try." His shaft already agreed with the thought so he just went ahead and let it lead the decision. It was sure it wanted them, clearly he was the only one confused here with no clue, so the shaft won the debate. Lack of blood to the brain had that effect on a man.

"Her first, then us." Gabriel said, and sighed. "I'll help. Since two virgins just take too long to figure out how to do it."

Both Bobby and Sally chuckled at that and felt better, not as worried.

"Sally, on your back and spread your legs. Cas, prepare her with the oil. Bobby, kneel there when she's done that." Gabriel directed and they did as they were told. He stroked the oil on Bobby and noticed he moaned softly. Reflecting he might like men, but it was just a hand job, so that was no sure sign.

"Lean closer, press the head between the lips there, feel for the hole, there you go. Good boy." Cas directed, "Now press in slowly. It will be tight but she's relaxed now, go a little at a time, on until you hit a barrier; stop and let us know." He said then waited, holding Bobby's shaft steady as he did it. The man pressed into his hand and he shrugged; they'd find out the men part later. Sally was first. Soon he was in and stopped, a soft moan came from both of them.

"So good…" She sighed and tried to wiggle more onto him.

"Tight, you feel so good and tight." Bobby observed and tried to move like she wanted him to.

"Give it a few hard thrusts, pull back, farther, more, there! Now plow in and break the barrier, go on." Cas ordered and he did it, and a pained sound came from her making him almost stop but then she moved and took over, urging him to continue with her words, body, and kisses. Falling into each other, they fucked now, going slow then frantic.

The pair waited for them to finish. Getting hard from the view of his ass before them. And tried something, kneeling behind him, they oiled up and rubbed their shafts along his ass, in the crack and along the hole. He sped up his thrusts into her as his head fell back and he moaned louder. Soon he was cumming hard into her as they moved against him.

Then they fell together and the men backed off. The boneless pair lay catching their breaths. "So you like girls?" Cas teased.

"Yeah, a whole lot." Bobby gasped out. "You stay, gonna do that again." He told the girl and she smiled, nodding. Happy to do just that. He had felt so good…surely all she'd heard about sex being painful and horrible for the girl was wrong, she was sure of it now. He was going to do this to her again, one way or another.

"You want to do us or us do you?" Cas offered. He was soft still but they weren't. They could wait; they had hours until they died to the sun.

"You do me, well, you Gabe. Then Cas. Then when I've recovered, I'll do you in turns." Bobby decided, he'd never considered his father's lovers and slaves this way, but their touch excited him so he was willing to explore it.

"Just say stop if you want us to stop." Gabriel told him. Already oiling up fingers to work him open. "You have to relax for this, or we can't get in there without hurting you. You tighten up and it hurts." He explained. "Trust us, we won't hurt you."

"Go ahead, I'll say stop if I want you to." Bobby reassured them. He moaned softly as Gabe caressing the finger over his ass and to his hole, running it over it before slipping it in fairly easily. He tensed at the brief intrusion and they rubbed his body, kissing him. He relaxed under their touches and soon was full of fingers that played with his prostate and he was thrusting back on them as they scissored him open more. He grumbled as they were removed but moaned happily as he felt something much bigger ease in their place, head first, then a bit at a time, inch by inch.

Once he was filled completely, he waited for the stretching and burning to fade, then felt better as Gabriel thrust in more, small thrusts then out like he shown him before and in hard again, making him arch as he hit his prostate again. Then he was pulled up to straddle him while he kissed him over his shoulder and Cas sucked and kissed the front of his body, including the nipples. Then moved lower to stroke the Prince as he kissed his way down.

Bobby felt like he was too full and going to explode at any time! Gabriel took him harder but still not too hard and he screamed his orgasm, Cas drinking it from his shaft as he shot it out, Sally nudging him off to taste him as well, catching the last of it and smiling up at the very sated man. "You taste good." She said and chuckled.

Then they withdrew and rested, and did it again. This time Cas made love him and Bobby took Gabe in the ass, too. All moved for a long time then came hard together, as their orgasms stole their minds for a minute.

Then Gabe took him again right after and he took Cas, and their movements got gentler now that the needs were toned down and they took their time to make slow love now. Cumming less hard but still seeing stars behind their eyelids.

And they bathed and soaked after, even Sally, and cuddled. Kisses were exchanged and Sally got to ride Bobby in the water as he sat against the side of the pool, for hours they had sex again, sometimes the men took each other and sometimes, yes, even Gabe and Cas. Then they took Sally's every hole, sometimes at the same time and she moaned and came with them each time.

Until they felt the dawn coming and cleaned off then moved to the bed to cuddle. "We'll stay with you today, is that okay?" Gabe asked.

"Yes, I'd like that. I loved my gift by the way." Bobby said smiling. "You all were…amazing lovers, no longer a virgin in anyway. Yay for me."

"Well, sort of. You haven't sucked us yet." Gabe teased, but was sure they'd get to it later. "We'll be your lovers and your fathers' husbands, if that's okay with you? From now on? We could fall in love with you, too…"

"Yes, lovers with me. Even Sally, wait, I marry her, we are accepted as a royal pair, but stay lovers with you guys, too. In secret, Secret Husbands with me, too…could we do that?" Bobby reflected. "Sally and I have kids but are really a foursome with you guys?" He looked so hopeful they had to agree.

"Agreed. We'll get them to do the Secret Husband thing later for us. That and you need to announce the Engagement." Cas pointed out.

"He hasn't proposed yet." Sally teased and chuckled. "We just had sex; words might be needed for it to be more than fucking here, Bobby."

"Will you marry me?" Bobby said and they laughed as Sally nodded.

"Yes, I'll marry you. You deflowered me, you royal virgin you." She teased. "Now you have to marry me. I could be shunned if you didn't…spreading my legs for you that way."

"Hey, you spread them for us, too!" Cas teased back and stole kiss.

"Well, you have to marry me then, too…it's the only way to save my…honor." She said with a leer.

"Well, in that case, if we must, we must…it will be a hardship, a sacrifice really…our lovers will never understand…" Gabe teased as well, pretending to give a tragic and overdramatic sigh and looking away in pretend regret. Dean and Sam would be fine with it, they'd so much as said so before.

"If you stay his lovers after this, we are happy for you. Just be ours still, too." Dean had said.

"Always yours, we love you guys, too." They had reassured them.

So they knew it would be okay. It just meant another Secret Husband tag on their collars, oh well.

Sally slept also since they'd worn her out and felt so good cuddled around her and under her. She could get used to this; might even ask to be changed later to be like them. Dying on them wouldn't be an option here, no way.

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Souri was surprised by the four of them coming into her kitchen. They seemed so excited and bursting to tell someone. That lucky someone being her.

"I'm getting married!" Bobby said happily and hugged her. "I'm marrying all of them. Gabe and Cas as Secret Husbands like they have with Dean, and Sally as my wife, we're a foursome thing, so we're all really marrying but I can only legally marry one of them, you see."

She eyed the girl who smiled back at her. Approving. She was good for him and she helped in the kitchen for her a lot. She was honest and hardworking. Their blood slave but that could change now that they were marrying; probably change eventually to a vampire. She would make him happy so she'd accept it. She saw the amulets on them and smiled, glad he'd taken her at her word. She could watch over the Royal lovers now, all of them.

"Congratulations! Do your Dads know?" She asked.

"Yes, they are now inviting guests and planning a ball for the announcement. I said they didn't have to but they insisted. They are so proud and happy for us, I think they might explode soon." Bobby laughed. "I just had to tell you, isn't it great? They were birthday gifts and now I get to keep them."

"Huh? Birthday gifts?" Souri said confused. So he explained it. "Oh, I see, you all offered yourselves to sleep with him and now you are staying together."

"He was the royal virgin. It's only right we mate to him after deflowering him…totally." Gabe teased Bobby and Sally. "Her, too."

"Yeah, doing the right thing…that's the reason." Souri laughed. They were in love, any fool could see it, even them. "Just have to do that."

"Yeah, it's a hardship but we're honorable men, we'll do it." Gabe laughed as the younger pair glared playfully at them. "Well, not totally. Bobby has something he has to do first before that's true." He tugged him out now. "Come along, have to be thorough about this deflowering thing. We take our vows very seriously." He said in mock serious way.

"Of course." Bobby said and let him lead him away, the other rushing to catch up.

Then when they got there to their room, he sucked their shafts until he drank their cum, and then Sally did it, too. She wasn't fully deflowered either apparently. Then they made love for a bit before heading down to do their chores and were sure the ball was going to be a challenge.

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"My Genny would have been a good match for your son." King Gregory said eying the spot where Sally and Genny were chatting with Bobby. "She a commoner?"

"No, one of my blood slaves. They just hit it off." Dean said, being diplomatic and letting the 'Commoner' remark go.

"Pity when they marry the help, isn't it?" The man said again, grating on Dean's nerves.

"No, she's a great girl. I raised her myself after her parents were killed. Took them in as my own, so she was Royal by association." Dean said, tiring of the man already. Some of the other Royals were so stuffy!

"Oh, well then, I suppose that's fine then." King Gregory said then made his excuses and wandered off to socialize with someone else.

"Don't you hate that class shit?" A voice said from behind him. He turned to see an older vampire behind him, eying the other man with anger.

"Yes, but I'm being diplomatic. Besides, that's not even the worst comment I've heard so far. One guy was mad he was being wasted on a woman; apparently his son was into men." Dean said. "I just didn't have the heart to tell him that Bobby liked men, too. Must have slipped my mind."

"Who? I got a son like that, not many Princes fancy men…I could try to match my Lionel with his son." The vamp said then laughed with him. "I'm King Richard, not of England, I just share the name."

"Nice to meet you, I'm Dean, and he's into men. He's got two other Secret Husbands, or lovers as most call them, or Male Mistresses or Concubines, over there….the brunettes with the collars." Dean pointed them out.

"That allowed?" Richard asked. His son was seeing a servant, a man, that secret husband thing could work for him, too… "She doesn't mind?" He nodded to Sally.

"Nah, she's sleeping with them, too. They are a foursome couple like me and Sam are with Gabe and Cas, the brunettes. They are with both us and Bobby and Sally but we don't mess that way with Bobby or Sally, just share Cas and Gabe." Dean explained.

"So if he found a husband that didn't mind sharing their bed with the other guy he's seeing…it could work…or, what about kids? Don't you need a woman for that?" Richard asked.

"No, adopt. We took in Sally and her brother, and Bobby when he appeared on our doorstep…or find a woman to willing to bear children with him but that's it. There are options for that." Dean pointed out then nodded to a white haired noble nearby, with a sash of red on. "He's a vampire, too. He's the one with the son. I think the tall stud standing beside him looking uncomfortable is the son." He chuckled. "Poor kid."

"My son is…oh, right there…talking to them, conveniently enough…I should go work something out since they seem to getting along so well. I'll see how well they share are willing to share first…I'd hate see him and Claus lose each other that way." Richard said then sighed. "Or I could follow your example and let them marry…" He smiled. "He's good-looking enough, they may get along well."

Then he wandered off and began to converse with the other king and his son.

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Peace soon reigned again, and time passed. The Princes did indeed marry and found Claus to be a very wonderful addition to their bed, their very own 'Secret Husband'. Lionel's dad knew but Justin's didn't, and they were fine with that. Marrying the Help, is all he'd say and scoff, and they wouldn't submit Claus to that treatment.

Several princes and princess managed to find matches as well, even with them not being able to attract Bobby to be with them…Dean was pleased.

A month later, Sally was pregnant…the father was a sketchy but they knew the men and none of them really cared who the father was. As far as they were concerned, they all were. And then Dean stepped down from his throne a couple years later, when Bobby finally said he was ready to take it. He in turn stayed at the castle as advisor with Sam to Bobby and was happy with the lesser duties; it gave him more time to play with his husbands anyway. John moved his Pack into the Castle lands and soon lived with them there for good, no more sharing time with his Pack at their Packlands and the Castle with Dean and them. He'd missed them too much to do that anymore.

Life went on…soon Dean showed up with a grin and presented Souri with a basket…one that cooed and sounded suspiciously like a baby.

"What is that, Sire?" She asked and saw him frown. "King or no king, you are still 'Sire' to me, as is Bobby…so live with it and tell me why you are showing me a baby. Are you adopting again?" She said smiling as he revealed a black child with shining grey eyes. And fangs, a vampiric one.

"No, but you are." Dean drawled and shoved it into her hands. "The orphanage we set up in town finally got a child in and we volunteered you for it." He smiled as she looked at the baby curiously. "He looks a bit like you and he has a sister…" Sam laid another basket by the other one, and stood back with a smile as well. "Their parents were killed in a fire last week and they need a good home, with a loving and protective mother…and father. You were good with Bobby so I figured you could do the same for them…they're yours, don't argue. I already got Bobby to decree you were their parents now and we're throwing you a shower in an hour. So hug them already…we got the stuff for the nursery coming at the shower, everything you could ever need for them and more. Bobby wants you to know they could share his babies' nursery if you like, it's quite large. He said to tell you he'd be honored if you'd consider it."

"Say something…" Sam urged and the pair looked at them with gratitude. Rufus took the girl while Souri took the girl and they hugged them, kissing their foreheads and granting them Immortality already; it would kick in when they were grown around Bobby's age. For now they would grow like normal babies, vampiric ones at least.

"Thank you!" Souri said softly as she cried a little, tears falling down her cheeks. "I can't have babies, so I gave up on ever having one of my own, let alone two such beautiful children…I had Bobby and now he's grown. It's been a little lonely with him not being around as much anymore…he's still my son, don't forget that. But they are ours now, too. Our babies. I love them already." She said softly as she stroked their kinky black hair. The girl's was softer where the boy's was more close and curled. Their small faces perfect and smiling, melting all hearts in the process. Such beautiful evil things, to do that to them…they teased the babies between holding them in turns before returning them to their new parents. "We'll take great care of them…might need a new room though, so we could be closer to them."

"Done. I've arranged for you to have the room on the other side of the nursery. You are using Bobby's, right?" Dean asked.

"Yes, we are." Souri said. "They can grow up with Bobby's kids that way, as brothers and cousins of sorts."

"Names?" Sam asked, the Royal Historian stood nearby ready to right down their names. "They are a part of our Royal family now, since you already were…we always considered you to be, too. Just so you know."

"Dorian Catarina Mosely. Dante Steven Mosely." She said admiring them. "He has powers all his own…see that flame mark on his cheek? That's a Pheonix mark, he's a Pheonix."

"Look, she has a weird fang mark there on her neck…it's small but it's looks like small fangs, top ones like they have but with a strange star under and between them…oh, I know that one. A Dhampyre…part human and part vampire, but also very much both. They are rarer than even Royal ones…their gifts will be great. They must be protected until they can come into them." Rufus said and Souri agreed.

"What is a Pheonix and what is a Dhampyre?" Dean asked taking the girl while Sam took the boy to hold while the pair looked through books until they found the two they needed and opened them to pages that had that information.

"A Pheonix is a human or vampire, as is his case, that has a fire Deity, or god, that has bonded to his blood and cells. It's passed down through families, only once every second or third generation though. They have powers over fire, can make fire and use it as a weapon at will, wield it. It's a part of their DNA. A Dhampyre is a vampire that is also gifted by being born human as well, both actually, not like you at all. Our lands have humans and they have vampires and wolves, but they are not both at the same time, like she is…and they are immortal, all Dhampyres are. It's a blessing the gods give them at their births. There hasn't been one I'm aware of since…remember that one god, Dracula…yeah, him. He's one, he's from…a pantheon we read about…yeah." He was actually her father, a major god in their Death Pantheon and the second in command to their Head Death god. She was only one of many children he'd bred among the gods there. She had thousands of brothers and sisters, all Death gods like herself with the same duties as her but in different parts of the world. Souri went on then. "They are very special children, I'll take good care of them and raise them right, teach them to use their powers, too. They will be knights, yes, even her, and will protect our kingdom with the others that will do it as well."

"Fine with me, a female knight might be a good change." Dean said approving. Thinking that it was time they progressed, Marco had made it clear things would stay the same but Dean wasn't so sure that was best anymore nor was Bobby, so he was sure his son would approve having Dorian for a female knight…they'd begin both their trainings at five, like all knights did. "Now come on, you have a shower and celebration to attend…and kids to feed and take care of before their bedtimes."

"Yes, we do, don't we?" Souri said gazing at the babies now with her husband and falling even more in love with the pair. Hers, finally babies of her own to love and raise, something most gods never got; let alone ones as special and in need of her special protections and care as these two were. So powerful yet so innocent; so perfect, too…

Then they managed to head to the ballroom where Bobby waited with their loved ones and fellow workers to celebrate their new births and let them meet the children. The babies soon were passed around and held by everyone there, cooed at and spoiled rotten at every turn.

And no one minded that fact at all.

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Caleb and Jim, his twin and pair bonded mate, stood at the door and pulled the bell. A tall man greeted them and paled, another man joining him did the same…the twins just looked at them confused.

"Sorry to bother you…but we're Caleb and Jim Singer…you knew our father." Caleb said holding out his hand. "Our mother passed recently, a wild boar got her while she was hunting it…she told us about Robert Singer and said he was our father, but that he died years ago, soon after we were born to her. We heard he served you as a knight and came to offer ourselves for training to be a knight for you as he was. If you're okay with it, Sire." They both knelt now to offer their servitude to him but were soon shooed inside to where Bobby was.

"This is the king, not me. Not anymore." Dean told them. "You bear his mark on your cheek, the circled sword." Dean rubbed it and found it to be real; which made them really the first of Bobby's since such a mark could only be passed from father to child or parent to child, females did it, too. "You inherited his gifts, so you get his mark…welcome."

"We wish to serve you, my King." Caleb said bowing again. Jim repeated his vow and bowed as well.

"Your offers are accepted, Caleb and Jim. You will start training tomorrow. You will be taken to your chambers now to get settled in…you bear vampire marks so I assume you are vampires and will die at sunset?" Bobby asked kindly, he liked them. Their smiles were nice and they seemed like good sorts. His Dad, Dean, eyed them with a reverent look, along with a sad one. They so resembled their father in every way, the same build and same facial features but for a difference in the cheekbones. Their reddish brown hair was identical as well. They were his spitting images. Dean thought and a pain touched his heart as he thought of the man he'd lost.

Bobby, the first Bobby…the man who'd saved him in his own way. He missed him still and here were his sons. And such good men as well, he could tell.

"You are most welcome, both of you. And, if it's not too forward of me, I'd like us to be great friends." Bobby said smiling. "I am named for your father, you see. And as such feel I should be a part of your lives, as he was. But as friends only, good ones. As king, I don't get many. Would you agree to try that?" Bobby said with hopeful eyes. "Like family, too, as are most of our staff and knights here."

"We'd like that, too." Jim said speaking up and nodding. "We are alone now with our Mom gone, we have no other family to go to. So being part of yours here would be nice."

"You are already, so just make yourselves at home and start that training tomorrow when we awake." Bobby said then went to go. "I have a date with my queen but you are welcome to join the others for the evening meal after you get settled." He motioned to a nearby man, willowy but strong enough looking. The man hurried over and bowed. "Take them to the new rooms we just got ready, get them whatever they need, then take them to the main hall for the feast. Oh, Jim, Caleb, this is Michael, my personal servant. He will take care of you tonight until you are settled. Stay with them, Michael, until they release you from duty. He will care for any needs you may have, any at all if you so please."

"Any needs? Such as sexual or…" Jim had to ask. To be offered one such as this guy must be an honor thing but…seriously?!

"Yes, sex, blood, that kind of thing. He's my blood feed and is free spirited. He likes sex with others and doesn't get with them much…most turn him down so I thought you might be different. He will tend to all your needs as you allow him to." Bobby said. "He has the right to say no, of course…but it seems he's attracted to you." He let his gaze lead theirs to the man's groin, which clearly was showing a very impressive sized erection, at least ten inches, they noticed.

"We'll consider it." Jim promised.

"Remember he has a say…he's not a slave but if you have sex with a willing donor while feeding, we all know the feed is better. He's willing so feel free to take him up on any offers he makes." Bobby said as the man leaned in and nodded, whispering to him for a minute. "No, just ask, Michael. They might say yes." He sighed then approached them, taking them to the side with Michael. "He's shy…so bear with him. Go on, old friend. Tell them, they won't bite."

They all chuckled at the joke and the man gulped as he finally got his words out. "I'm Michael, personal servant to King Robert the second…I…I would like to say that the offer he made for me to have sex with you was my idea, I would like to offer myself to join you in your bed tonight. I know it's sounds whorish but I rarely meet anyone I'm attracted to as much as I am to you two, and you are twins and pair-bonded at that. Just so you know, I would never come between lovers…I just wish to join your bed for tonight for a night of pleasure…if you would consider it. He's not making me do this. He is my friend and he just promised me that if I found someone I was attracted to, he'd offer for me to sleep with them while they feed from me. I asked him to and so he did. I like to be bitten and drank from while I have sex which is what makes me such an excellent Feed. And, for the record, you will have sex with me for most of the sex, not me with you…I'm strictly a bottom but you seem like excellent tops. And I am most obedient if given the right master and incentive. Just saying…" He blushed at his words, even his ear burned red and he looked down. "We don't have slaves anymore, and I'm not. I just choose to serve my king and now I choose to offer myself to you. Not for a mate but for a night of pleasure if you'll allow it. The feed really is fuller with sex, you see."

"In that case, you are most welcome to stay with us until tomorrow, both at the feast, where we insist you sit with us, and later in our bed. A threesome might be nice, we haven't ever had one before, so why not?" Caleb said and hugged the shy man. "So handsome, too…don't be so shy, you have a lot to offer, Michael. Don't be ashamed of it."

"I'm not ashamed. I just quiet by nature and I get nervous around strangers and groups of people." Michael protested. "Alone with someone I know well, I'm very confident but when I get around strangers and groups, I tend to clam up and hide behind tasks to disguise my discomfort. Bobby has tried to have me work on being more confident, and I'm trying, but I'm not that kind of person." He said then blushed at their looks. "I like quiet things, peaceful moments…I'm not much for parties. I can't even dance."

"That's okay then, there's nothing wrong with being sensible or shy." Caleb reassured him and took his hand now. "Lead us to our room, Pet, and we'll play with you later….I would like to test that obedience you promised before." He winked at the man and whispered to him softly so only he could hear it. "We can play the Master if you want, we do that sometimes with each other…it makes the sex funner sometimes. Not always though, a Submissive gets bored and we get bored if it stays that way all the time. Role play can be fun if done right and only for pleasure, never pain. We don't do pain." He chuckled though. "We will however drive you crazy with hours of pleasure long before we allow you to have even one orgasm though…you sure you still want to play with us? We'd do it straight, too. If you'd prefer it."

"I'm all for the 'drive me crazy' and 'Master' thing…" Michael whispered back, blushing worse if that was possible. Bobby thought and chuckled as his old friend's look. He desired the pair and Bobby was willing to work out a possible match for them, if only for a night. Michael had been lonely for far too long; he deserved some fun and someone to pamper him like these two would.

"Good, so are we." Jim whispered back with a grin. "Come on, you sexy thing…we're hungry and need sustenance." They then headed out of the hall toward their rooms with Michael happily leading the way, dozens of naughty ideas dancing in his head already now that he had a playmate or two willing to play with him.

He was aware he wasn't that attractive, or tall, or muscled. He wasn't the most powerful or outspoken either. Give him a corner to sit in to watch everyone do stuff and he's your guy; not the aggressive and or brash type at all. He was quiet and sincere, and craved love, not just a simple sexual encounter but did have them to meet some needs at times. He wasn't good with words and often said things wrong if he rushed into it. In short, he wasn't like his new lovers in any way.

They exuded confidence and grace, and he…well, he was shy and nervous, and more than a little clumsy most of the time. Most of the others he was sold with before laughed at him, picked on him, and often bullied him for being that way. He'd been made fun of most of his life…at least until he'd met the happy twelve year old that had given him half his lunch and ended up dragging him around with him shopping one day. And from that day forward, he'd been at Bobby's side, and had never felt more accepted for who he was because of the happy boy's attentions.

They'd quickly become best friends and Bobby had personally seen to it that he was one of the first freed slaves when Dean had freed them all. The master hadn't liked it much but a sword to his throat had quickly changed his tune. Michael had been freed and had been offered the job of serving Bobby as his personal servant, with pay this time, of course. A job he'd taken immediately and found every day after that happier than the last. Bobby was a great guy who cared for everyone, even at twelve when a hungry slave had asked him for his apple from his lunch; when his master hadn't been looking of course. If he'd been seen, he'd have been whipped bloody for even talking to the Royal Prince; something forbidden by the others.

Instead Bobby had met him every day, asked his master if he could come play with him at the castle; something the man had preened at and immediately agreed to. He'd been free during those times, happy, at least until he had to return to his master. Bobby and he had hated parting that way, and it had been hard to know that he'd just be going back to feed and be fucked hard for hours by the same man that had so generously allowed him to go play with his friend, the Prince. But it had been worth it. Bobby had taken to him right away and, as soon as the slave decree was finalized in the village, Bobby had marched a platoon of knights behind him right up to their door to retrieve him from his master as he went to feed and fuck him again for that night.

He'd never been more relieved to see a knight in all his life right then.

And now he was ecstatic that these two gorgeous men had decided he was worth their time to get to know as well, just as Bobby had. And he would forever be grateful to them for that.

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The feast proved funner than he usually found it that night. Not only was he not forced to serve them by getting their food on plates for them, he didn't even get his own! They instead personally fed him from their plates, him not being allowed to touch a single utensil; they just fed it to him as he pointed to what he liked most and smiled at him between bites and kisses that left him breathless. His body and mind tingling from every little kiss and touch, and bit of loving attention they lavished on him.

Then afterward they led him to their bed, ordered him to undress then to undress them, and they pushed him onto it. And instead of spanking him, they caressed every inch of his body before following touches with kisses; each man getting their turn and loving his skin long before they took him. He moaned often and begged for more but still they did not stop until they were ready to; which was when they put him facing away from Caleb to straddle and ride him backward while Jim sucked him at the same time.

This was after telling him he did not have permission to cum until they did twice each…such wonderfully cruel men that they were, he sighed happily as he rode his lover while the other sent him reeling by letting him fuck his mouth. For hours they took him and, once they had came twice each, they squeezed his massive length and ordered the poor but happily used Submissive man to cum. Which he did with a scream of their names and multiple orgasms ripping him apart, something he had never felt before but did hope to feel again soon.

Hopefully with them.

Then they ordered him to take them in turns but he could cum as he pleased. Something he wasn't used to and had clearly told them he wouldn't do, yet found them wanting and needing him to. They talked him into it soon after that with kisses and touches again…so he eventually agreed to do it to please them. He fucked them slow and made love to them instead, caringly working their bodies until they too could take no more then felt them cum and pull him along with them. Kissing them from various positions as he made love to them from several inventive positions he'd always wanted to try.

And, as the sun started to come up, they washed up and lay down in the bed to sleep. Both of those sexy men cuddling him close like he was precious; something no other man had ever done for him before and it touched him that they cared to do so.

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"Marry us?" Caleb asked him several weeks later. He'd not left their bed for long after that night, and they often sought him out to ask him to join them again and again. Both of them finding that something in the quiet man called to them; that and he was so handsome it took their breath away. They didn't get how anyone couldn't see how wonderful a catch he was so they had decided it was their job to show him that fact and it was working. He was more open now, smiling more and more confident. He was still shy but not as scared to approach others…thanks to their encouragement. Their loving smiles had went a long way to helping him open up more. To be more like them in some ways but also still himself, the man he hoped they were falling in love with because he was sure falling in love with them.

The question stunned him speechless. But he still managed an enthusiastic nod as his throat closed up on him and he teared up. He hugged them tight and cried. They looked confused but held him anyway.

"I never…I never thought anyone could love me." He admitted. "Sorry, got overwhelmed there for a minute…yes, yes, I'll marry you…but you're already married…" He pointed out sadly.

"Where we come from, we get two mates…a Third that comes later in the mating. We come from a farther land than this…one without a king to watch over it. In our land, we get two mates and most pairings are threesome ones." Jim explained. "It is our tradition to find our third mate later, like we found you."

"So I'm a secondary mate?" Michael asked confused.

"No, we are all equal, no matter what order we married each other in. So you will be just as much a mate to me as he is and just as much a mate to him as I am…you understand?" Jim said.

"I do." Michael said grinning, unable to stop. "Can we tell the King now? I'd like to marry soon as possible…wear your ring if you like…" He got quiet then and looked troubled. "Are you sure you want me? You are these respected and powerful knights. You are beautiful and sexy, and strong, and I'm this little guy who trips over his own feet at times and not that handsome at all…you deserve someone more like yourselves." He said softly, afraid they'd leave him eventually for not being more like them.

Not daring to hope they meant it and wouldn't come to their senses later and see that they'd got gypped by getting some damaged ex-slave that was too skinny to even hold a stick properly…

Let alone carry and wield a sword like they could.

"No, we deserve someone special…like you." Jim insisted. Using a hand to force his face up to look at theirs again. "We just want you…just the way you are…and how dare you say or think that stuff about yourself. You know we don't see you that way at all…and anyone that did before is clearly an idiot! And not worth upsetting your gorgeous head about…you are It for us and that's final. So marry us." Jim stated and covered his mouth with a finger. "Just nod, since you've proven you can't be trusted not to put yourself down as soon as you open your mouth all of a sudden. You know we've shown you that you are so much better than that."

He nodded and smiled, sneaking a tongue to lick that finger and then sucked it into his mouth provocatively when he opened it. A moan slipped out as his eyes met theirs, daring them to carry him off to their bed and take him again without having to say a word. That and they glowed with his love for them, too.

"Bastard…" Jim smiled and groaned, right before tossing him over his shoulder and keeping his finger in his mouth by sheer talent alone. He refused to give up the digit and they knew that, too. Keeping a hard suction on it the whole way and licking others, he soon found the same fingers inside him and he cried out in pleasure. "Gonna pay for that, Pet." He teased before kissing those pretty lips of his. "I love you, Michael." He made sure to say before easing into the man.

"I love you, too…have since I laid eyes on you actually. Fell more that first night we made love." Michael admitted. Then let out a drawn out moan as Jim bottomed out inside him and moved carefully until he was ready. Then Caleb got on him and straddled his lap, easing himself onto Michael's leaking member and bottomed out on him as well. One hand from each of them stroked Caleb as they moved more, taking their time and making it last for hours and cumming together and switching places often until they all had rode each other and filled the other up at the same time. Their mating bond kicked in as well, sending them reeling under its powerful spell; blood in their mouth as they fed from each other again and again as well while making love. Then they all winced as a mark burned on their neck, a small swirly thing…"What is that burning?" He said fingering it. "We mated. " Michael said amazed as he collapsed on top of Jim. "Never knew it felt so good."

"It's a Mating mark that marks us when our mating is completed…it's different for our kind of vampires…our people. It's a three part mating, I felt it with Jim and he with me when we mated, then the second part kicks with you and us, doing each other completely as we just did, and the third comes when one of us is with child. Then we get the marks magically, it shows we're fully mated. It happens to all of our kind." Caleb said smiling, tapping his stomach and Jim's. "We're not regular vampires, we're Dhampyres, we can bear children. And you just impregnated us, you wonderful bastard you." He leaned in for a kiss and smiled. "Congratulations, baby, you're going to be a Dad; two times over."

Then Michael did the most impressive thing he'd ever done. He eyed his mate's bumps and passed out, fainting between them and they had to admire his grace at falling so gently to the bed.

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"Father, you're a father…" Bobby said excitedly hugging them all in turns and caressed their bumps, already getting bigger. "But you're men!"

"No, we're…both. We choose to prefer to be called men but we have girl parts. Some choose to be women, and they usually get the other parts, too. Those with men builds often find it easier to be male, like we do." Caleb said. "We're one kind of Dhampyre, there are many kinds really. Some have one sex, and are vampiric like you. Some are both and not very vampiric at all, they pass for human. Others…well, it varies. Our family tends to get both parts, the ability and drive to bear children, and we choose our sex ourselves; not by what we're born with."

"So tell me about the three part mating you did…" Bobby said motioning for them to join him at a small table and food came in, fruits and juices, and milk. "For you two, I know babies need this kind of thing. Dig in."

"It's simple really. You find your first mate, that's one. A power ties you together, then you find your Third, again it further binds you. Then you mate and get pregnant right then, that completes the mating and ties both of you to not only the Third you mated to but also the children at a soul level; along with giving you a Mating mark like we got. We will always be able to see them and find them, no matter where they may be. It also gives us all a psychic connection to each other. Us to the kids and the kids to each other and us. It's how our kind works, the other forms of Dhampyrism work a bit differently but there's always some kind of psychic link they get with their mates or their kids, more often than not." Jim explained.

"So getting pregnant is required for the mating?" Sam asked and shook his head. That was some mating ritual, damn! You mate and instant family…he could see how it worked and appreciated it. "So this is normal for your…bloodline?"

"No, our family's version of it. The Dhampyrism is all one bloodline, it just branches off and works different in each branch, that's all. Our neighbors had fangs and looked human…so you see now?" Caleb explained further.

"We have a Dhampyre child here, she was just adopted by our cook…so you won't be the only ones." Dean pointed out proudly.

"What kind is hers?" Caleb asked. Excited to see one his kind already.

"Fangs, powers, looks human…do you have powers?" Dean asked curiously.

"No, our pregnancy and the psychic connection is more powerful in our kind, so that's our power I guess but it's only with our immediate family. It won't work on anyone else. We are stronger and more agile, faster than most of the other branches, too. We just don't get supernatural powers like some of the others get." Jim said with a shrug.

"What powers do they get?" Sam asked, Souri walked in with Rufus with their babies now and immediately the men's eyes shot up to the babies in their arms. "What's wrong, Souri?" He asked worried. She seemed upset…

"They won't stop crying!" she said and sighed. "We've tried everything."

"They sensed us, wanted to find us. All Dhampyres can sense each other; that's just what being from the same bloodline does to us. We are a social type so we like to be around each other. They probably felt us here, sorry." Jim said and got up, Caleb followed, tugging Michael up with them. Bobby and them followed as well anyway; curious to see how this played out. One touch from the pair hushed them, and they seemed to smile at the men. Tiny fangs peeking from their mouths but the boy's were better hidden and slid up, whereas the girl's stayed down. "Hi, little ones, you must be Manuel's babies…you sure are cute."

"Manuel?" Souri asked worried. "Any family coming to claim them?"

"No, Manuel was from the colder Northlands, we know of no relatives. They never spoke of them anyway. He and Rosa were a good couple, she was pregnant when last I saw them." Caleb said and kissed her forehead. "They would never leave them alone this way…so they must be dead." He looked sad and cried at that. "They were our friends, sorry." He brushed tears away and sighed. "We were on training runs when…they must have died while we….we were gone." He got out and cried again. "Dead, they were just there offering us a feast when we got back and joking with us…they can't be dead."

"They died in a fire last week, sorry." Dean said and sighed. "It was a candle that caught a curtain when they weren't paying attention. They were making love and the curtain caught fire, that's what the guards said. The babies were apart from their room and when they were screaming, others came running to try to save them. But the flames had engulfed their room and was almost to the nursery. They barely got the babies out in time."

"Were they…is there a pyre for them or something we could attend?" Jim pleaded.

"No, they were ash by the time they were found. But they set up urns for them. We have them in their nursery, so they can watch over them so to speak." Souri said and nodded. "They were good people, they just got careless. We all do at one time or another."

"Yeah, they were." Jim said softly, tears in his voice as he turned into Michael's arms to cry and Caleb joined him.

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Once they calmed down, they all sat together to talk further, the men held the babies and showered them with love. "So tell us…was there a Third for Manuel and Rosa?" Bobby asked.

"No, their branch didn't require one to complete the mating. They just had a two part one." Jim said and smiled as the girl tugged playfully at his long braid and he laid it closer to her so she could, then saw the boy doing the same with Caleb's.

"What powers did Manuel 's branch have?" Souri asked. She'd been reading up on it and found it confusing. There were too many branches to tell them apart enough to know what powers to maybe expect from the girl child.

"He could make fire with his hands, that passed to Dante I expect, I see the Pheonix mark. He could control shadows and hellhounds, he had several before but they're probably back in hell now…he accidentally summoned them one day and they refused to leave him. Rosa was telekinetic and telepathic, so they might get both those gifts. The truth is theirs was a mixed pairing of two branches, so it could go different and create its own branch now. Rosa came from branch like ours, three mates and pregnancy, no powers beyond the enhanced strength, speed and agility. Manuel came from two step mating branch with greater supernatural gifts and less enhanced speed, strength, and agility. So there's no telling what she'll have but it will be a two or three step mating. She may have supernatural gifts combined with our kind, and she will be able to heal faster than we can…that mark guarantees it. Neither parent had it and only the most gifted of us get it. We haven't had one with that mark in over two hundred years." He admitted. "She is most…unique among our kind, and now yours. More godlike really than most of us. Not vampire but not human either, but both at the same time. So powerful, so dangerous."

"Can you help us train her and him if we assign them to you later? One of their own kind would help best…" Souri asked. "We choose their mentors at birth to give them to train with later, would you do it for us? You knew them best and know how your kind respond best to what kind of training? They both will be knights, her, too."

"We'd love to." Jim said and smiled.

"Bobby was a normal vamp, like the others. So he mated to your mother…did she have Third?" Dean asked finally.

"Yes, he killed himself soon after she died. He birthed us and with her and when she passed he found he couldn't live without her. He took nightshade, right off the vine. It killed him instantly, we were devastated." Caleb said tears shimmering again. "Bobby was our other father but he left years ago to serve Marco; he didn't want to leave us but he was the best warrior we had and Marco forced him to come with him. He would have killed us, his family, if he hadn't went. We never blamed him for it, we really didn't. He tried to contact us years ago after Marco died but Mom insisted we stay where we were, and we were still in Knight training…so we didn't come to him. I wish we had; we'd have had more time with him. How did he die?" He asked.

"He caught a vampire virus and it weakened him, he passed in his sleep. We gave him a pyre, his ashes are stored in the Knight's Gallery; you can see them there. So what about brothers and sisters?" Dean asked.

"We have three sisters, all married and in other kingdoms. They mated to their mates here and moved there once they were called into action by their perspective kings of sorts. They are lesser kingdoms that are adjoined to yours so that would make them lesser kings to you, but still kings, you are still considered the High King to them as far as we last heard from our sisters…they speak highly of you. They said you were a good king, like Dean was. But not Marco, they despised him." Jim said smiling. "We would like to arrange a wedding still though but give them time to arrive to attend it. We…we haven't sent notice to them about it yet, we wanted to ask you first."

"Anytime is fine with me." Bobby said. "I'll marry you whenever you choose. Um, is there a difference in your pregnancy times or are they the same as ours?"

"They will be shorter, one month to two, depending on how many babies we're pregnant with. One takes two months and the more babies you are pregnant with the less time you get." Jim said. "Our bodies grow faster so our babies will, too."

"We'll keep that in mind and get you doctors lined up soon then." Bobby said and got to thinking. "You need baby stuff…"

"Yes, but we have our old stuff, we could have it shipped here…it's just in storage for now, it wasn't needed and we wanted it available for when we finished mating and got with children." Jim said smiling. "We have plenty of clothes but would like to shop with Michael for more, we know he'd like that. You okay now, baby?" They smoothed hands down his arms and back as they awaited his answer anxiously.

"Yeah, I just…it shocked me, that's all." Michael said. "I'm going to love them like crazy and take care of them and you now, don't you worry about that. I'm new to this father thing but I want them…I really do. And that you gave me this gift just proves you love me, so I'm going to do my best to prove worthy of it."

"You already are, you always were." Jim said hugging him close. "We love you, that's enough."

"Yes, I suppose it is, that and those babies, that will more than enough for me from now on." He said kissing and touching each of their bared tummies while whispering to them. "Gonna love you, guys…and anyone hurts you the way they hurt me and I'll kill them."

"Who hurt you and how?" Caleb growled furiously at his words. They sighed and Bobby nodded.

"My…my former master…I was a slave and he bought me, made me his Feed…you know that sex goes with it so…I was forced to feed him…that way." Michael said looking down in shame but being forced to look up into loving eyes. "I'm damaged…how can you love me? Surely this proves how unworthy I am?"

"Not unworthy of a thing! Just pissed you got hurt." Jim said then asked. "How old were you? Who sold you? When did he start…doing that with you?" He sounded shocked but soothed his lover anyway. "Tell us, we won't see you as less than the perfect man you are to us already…we need to know."

"I was six when he bought me, my folks they sold me…said I was pretty and would fetch a good price…they were slavers that worked for Marco, you see. He started the feedings as soon as he bought me but didn't fuck me until I was twelve, like Bobby was. We'd been feeding that way for a couple months before I met Bobby and up until he saved me and freed me from the bastard. I was his slave so I had no rights and no defense against anything he wanted to do." Michael said softly and cried. "I hated every moment of it…but not with you! With you it was different somehow, so good…no one made me feel half as good as you did, every touch and bite felt more wonderful than anything I'd ever known and I wanted it to never stop. Never wanted you to stop."

"Then you're right, it will never happen to them or you ever again…no one hurt you or the babies that way. We'll all kill them if someone tries." Caleb growled. "His master, is he dead? Because if he isn't, I want him arrested for this!"

"No. I merely freed him." Bobby said then growled. "I can't punish him for this. In the eyes of the law before Dad took over, he violated no rules. But that's not even relevant now that he fled to the south. Last I heard he took off after Michael was freed and ended up in the desert. He's dead by now anyway, no one survives that place."

"Let's hope it killed him then…or we'll do it for him if he ever comes back for you." Caleb promised. "Nothing against you, Sire, but we'll kill him if he comes near Michael again. And nothing you could say will stop us." He relaxed at Bobby's nod and sighed. "We won't lose him."

"You won't, I will see he'd protected until we can confirm if he's dead or now." Bobby said. "I'll send some guards with you whenever you leave the castle, Michael; just to be sure."

"Thanks, that will make me feel better." Michael admitted. The babies cooed at their mother now and she smiled in relief. "They really are adorable…I wonder if ours will be, too…"

"Given who their Daddy is, they will be beyond adorable." Jim whispered to Michael now and kissed him silent. "You are beautiful, baby. So they will be, too."

Michael blushed at their attentions and smiled, despite his sudden shyness, and said. "So are you two…" And meant every word.

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(Prologue)

Michael fingered the tunic and sighed. "This I get and like…this robe however I refuse to wear." He sat it aside and groaned as Cas picked it up again. "No…"

"It's only for the ceremony and the party we're giving you guys…then you go to your chambers and consummate, that's why we gave you the tunic; Dean loved me in it so I figured your mates would, too." Sam said going into the room to adjust the latch on it for him. "There that will hold better." He ran the brush through Michael's hair to make it look better then. "You should see your men, they look so nervous and sexy out there…almost as hot as my men." He teased and Michael gave him an eyeroll, which got them laughing soon after.

"So how do I look?" Michael asked and straightened so they could survey the outfit better.

"Gorgeous, you look good in white." Sam admitted. Then offered an arm as Cas opened the door for them. "Ready?" He asked. Michael looped his hand onto Sam's arm and nodded. "Then here goes…" He said and the music played loudly through the doorway. Soft wedding music. He thought. Beautiful, too. Like the friends he had now.

And then they emerged from the room to face the wedding they'd been planning for over a week now for them.

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Next Chapter: (There will be one more, now that I properly finished this one, sorry I posted the wrong draft before…I had a bad month, sorry.) Anyway, kids get born, grow up, weddings and matings happen, and everyone finds their happily-ever-afters; just the way I think they deserve to…don't you?