A/N: what? what? OMG! sooo many story alerts and favorites! you guys...are awesome! so i was just sitting around with nothing to do one day, so i go check my e-mails and WHAT? love all of you~!
so, Touta Matsuda , this soon enough? XD

Chapter Title: I Love it When You
Series: Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Dean, mentions of Sam/Gabriel (later)
Summary: AU set in a world where human trafficking and such related thing are an excepted part of society. prostitute!Dean, Wincest, all the good stuff
Warnings: there's gonna be stuff. mentions of noncon, rough sex, kinky things...

Chapter 4

Sam was pretty sure he had made the right choice. Screw "waiting until he'd seen them all" or "narrowing down the choice by process of elimination". This was the best investment he'd ever made in his entire life! And that included the business he'd started that lead to his success.

He smiled down at the beautiful man laid out for his enjoyment and felt a rush of possession shudder through his being. No one else would ever touch his prize ever again. No one would set their eyes on that smooth, tanned skin that now shivered with anticipation and want.

As if to prove it was true, he traced a finger along the inside of his pet's thigh, licking his lips at the way he arched in reaction. Crawling up between the short haired man's legs, Sam reached up and cupped a perfect square jaw and caressed his thumb beneath the blindfold. It occurred to him then, that he still didn't know the man's name.

"Hey," he kissed his pet, relishing the shiver his voice caused in the body beneath his. "What's your name?"

The man opened his mouth, than seemed to falter, closing it again. He repeated the action before finally answering. "Whatever you want, Master." it seemed as if he had wanted to say something else, but held it to himself on principle. He was a pet, after all.

"Then I'll call you...Gabriel... Gabe..." He tested. It was the only name he could think of, the only one at this point he'd want to use, even though he knew it was unfair...

Giving your pet your ex's name was cheesy anyway.

The man below him grimaced at the name before schooling his features into acceptance. Sam tried out the name by whispering it, but it tasted bad on his tongue, and it didn't seem to fit the man below him. Finally he gave up on the name, kissing his pet once again, this time in apology.

"What's your real name?" he might as well use his real name. He wasn't going to ever get rid of this perfect being.

The man seemed confused by the request, but still answered obediently. "Dean."

Sam couldn't quite explain the spark that name sent down his spine, so he simply acted on it by drowning his pet with kisses. Dean kissed back with vigor, even venturing a soft nibble at Sam's lower lip and being rewarded by Sam growling out his name. This, in turn, did pleasant things to Dean's already trembling body, if the very loud moan he emitted was anything to go by.

Sam placed open mouthed kisses down a salt sweetened neck, sucking when he felt a pulse and biting when Dean reacted pleasurably. The journey down his pet's body was a long, drawn out process, with him occasionally leaning up to steal a kiss from passion reddened lips. He made extra care to cover every reachable inch with his lips, mapping out that well built surface with his eyes closed.

Every so often he felt the barely there raise of scar tissue, smooth and well hidden on the tanned skin. He paid special attention to these, tracing them with him lips and tongue and leaving a row of kisses along the marks. Dean writhed in bliss at each new found scar, moaning a mixture of Sam's name and title.

It was when he reached a particularly prominent marking, located in the dip of Dean's hip, that Dean flinched with a gasp, fingers pulling at the sheets a little too harshly. A cautious pressing of his lips to the mark drew out a pained whimper, the lithe body beneath him pulling away ever so slightly and pressing into the sheets. Dean hissed, gritting his teeth yet staying still and silent; like a good little pet.

Sam frowned down at the scar, bringing a finger tip to lightly follow the jagged outline that contrasted against the other, much cleaner lines hidden with strategic placement and precision. It gave him a sick feeling in his stomach, and he painted the faint pink patch of raised skin gently with his tongue. At first Dean's reaction was one of pain, but the lower Sam's tongue traveled the faster he drew out a moan from his pet.

Though, his proximity to a certain other area of Dean's body might have had more to do with that.

A smirk tugged at his lips as he peered up at the beautiful face above him, head turning as he opened his mouth and licked along the side of the strained member, chuckling when Dean could only manage choked, strangled sounds of bliss. As he finally wrapped his lips around the leaking head, Dean arching off the bed with a colorful string of vocabulary, he knew that this. This was real.

And totally worth $50,000.

Dean either wanted to strangle the man, or pleasure his master as best he could. He was finding it increasingly difficult to keep his hands to himself with each pull from Sam's lips, and was pretty sure that with each torturous swirl of the tongue along his over heated flesh, he was going to give up and come right then. But every time he came close to the edge, Sam backed off and massaged gently with his tongue on the underside as if to say: 'Not yet, my pet, you wont be satisfied yet.'

What might have been worse, though, was the realization that he only became even more unbearably turned on by the teasing. He found himself wanting to beg for release; to do whatever it took to convince his master to . Dean was slowly loosing his control, hips betraying him and giving small rocks into his master's hot, inviting mouth that easily swallowed him down. He was writhing slightly and emitting embarrassing sounds that seemed to only urged Sam to either deep throat him or give his suffering member a powerful suck.

Dean did groan, however, when a finger walked itself up his chest to his mouth, tapping at his lips in a silent command that he obeyed instantly, opening his mouth for the digit to slide in. He lapped at the intruding finger, blushing at the obscene noises his own voice and tongue were making as he coated first one, and then another long digit with his saliva.

Sam waited until the fingers were thoroughly slicked, and Dean's knees were bending as his toes curled, before sliding his hand back down Dean's body and trailing a finger tip around to the yet unexplored pucker of his entrance. This made him writhe and arch up, hips rolling in invitation as he heard himself pleading for more. When his master finally pressed the finger in there was an accompanying suck to his length, leaving him dizzy and gasping for air.

The finger was slow and gentle, working in and out in long thrusts in preparation for the second finger that slid in soon after. They scissored, and Dean cried out. A particularly deep thrust reduced him to soft whimpers. He felt himself being prepared, and licked his lips in anticipation of his master. He wanted the man inside him, filling him, fucking him till he came.

He groaned when the hot mouth left, his weeping member greeted by lonely air, and whined when his master's fingers too, were gone. He sighed, without thinking, and earned himself a quiet chuckle from Sam. The sound came from beside him, and he recognized the scrape of a drawer being pulled open.

Oh, toys? Goody. Dean couldn't help the slack jawed smirk that plastered itself onto his face at the thought. No one had ever played with him so thoroughly; taken their time in sexing him up.

He heard the drawer slide shut again and fought to hold back a giggle.

A/N: so, if you guys have any requests for what you wanna see featured in this story, go ahead! i'm totally open to suggestions and pleasing the fans of this story. right now i'm getting requests from my beta, so don't feel shy to tell me what naughty naughty things you want Sam to do to Dean (or visa versa!)