There Will Be Sex

AN: Don't own them, wish I did.

"I don't' work for them. They all work for me."

Sam leaned against the wall next to Dean, smiling down at him as if they were just normal brothers. Well, if normal brothers ended up chained to a wall. S and M brothers, what's more normal that that? "Here, let me get you down." Sam unlocked the cuffs encircling Dean's wrists, slowly massaging the skin as each lock came free. Threading his fingers through Dean's hand, he pushed away from the wall and headed out of the room, Dean trailing behind like a lost boy.

Maze like corridors lead toward a flight of stairs. Two days with no food, little water, and demons playing tic tac toe with whips and blood made Dean light headed and he stumbled on the second flight. "You okay there, bro? It's all right, take a second and catch your breath." Sam smiled sweetly at Dean. It was his old smile, the one from before Stanford, before hell, and before the demon blood drinking binge. It was a smile Dean had never thought he would see again. A smile he could not let himself trust.

Dean eyes rose upward, green blazing from under tussled bangs. "Are you playing the good guy now? Are we going to have tea parties now and be besties? Cut the crap, Sammy."

Sam's sweet smile didn't change, if anything it became softer. A gentle tug on Dean's hand had them climbing up the last flight of stairs and into a large room. "You're a little ripe, bro. Time to take a shower." Sam led the way into a large bathroom. The shower with a clear glass door took up most of one wall. "I remember how you loved that shower. Remember, the housing development with all the bugs?"

"I remember, Sammy. But that was a long time ago; back when you were still part of the human race."

A hand gripped the back of Dean's head, forcing his forehead into the shower stall door. It was not hard enough to hurt but violent and sudden enough to serve as a reminder. Sam's fingers tangled into the Dean's hair. "I've told you not to call me that. I let it go on the stairs but I won't continue to tolerate it" Sam pressed in behind Dean, his other hand tracing roughly down his back, applying pressure to the cuts. "Your sense of self preservation always took back seat to your need to wise crack." Sam's hand traveled around Dean's waist to rest against his stomach as he pulled deans head back to rest against his shoulder. "I don't want to fight with you, Dean. Let's not start anything that will get you killed."

"Okay, Sam" Dean said, his voice dropping into a deeper range. "Whatever you say."

Sam slapped him on his ass. "Into the shower." Sitting down on a low bench, Sam watched Dean with an unreadable expression. Dean raised incredulous eyebrows at Sam. "You can shower alone or you can shower with help. Do you want me to call for the help?" Dean shook his head and quickly stripped off what remained of his clothing.

Multiple shower heads covered Dean in a warm spray. Rivulets streamed down his chest and back. He kept himself turned away from Sam, trying to pretend he was all alone as he scrubbed himself quickly. Doing his best to ignore the pain in his back, he poured a handful of shampoo and gave his hair a rapid wash. Bubbles from the shampoo draped his shoulders and upper body, sliding down his back to the curve of his buttocks.

"I used to love when you gave me bubble baths. Remember, Dean?"

"Yeah, SAM" Dean stressed the Sam, trying the draw attention to the missing endearment. "But, gotta remind you again. That was before you became a black eyed, demon draining, peeping Tom." He spun around in the shower. "Are you looking your fill? Do you need to see more?"

Sam didn't reply, instead he held out a towel and motioned Dean out.

Wrapping the towel tightly around his waist, Dean followed Sam into the bed room. Across the huge four- poster bed laid a variety of bandages and salves. "On you tummy." Sam patted the bed, grinning up at Dean.

"What the hell is going on with you? You let your demon pets have their way with me and now you want to patch me up? We going to play doctor, Samantha? How far down the black eyed brick road have you traveled? You know this isn't right, this isn't who you are. If you just listen to me…"

"So you did come here to save me. To bring me down and stop me. It won't work. I am stronger now, more powerful than you can imagine. I'm not going to let you or the feathered brigade dictate my life." The look Sam sent Dean was one he had never see, cold heartless, removed of all feelings. It was evil.

Instinctively Dean stepped back. Sam rose from the bed and stalked him across the room. "You know," he said conversationally, "it doesn't just work on the demons now" Dean's body was slammed against the far wall, his toes just able to touch the floor. He was edged further up the wall as Sam walked closer. A pressure around his neck quickly cut off most of his air supply causing the room to darken. "You lost the fight as soon as you pulled up the drive. I don't need saving and there is no way you can defeat me." That last line echoed in Dean's mind as he slid down a dark tunnel into emptiness.

Upon waking, the first thing Dean noticed was that the bed had to be the most comfortable one he had ever been on. The second was that his demon eyed baby brother had him all tied up with his evil dark side powers. "Keep this up and you will need a black mask and a bad case of asthma." Sam's response was to pour half a bottle of peroxide on Dean's back. Hissing as spikes of pain radiated from his back, Dean arched trying to move away from Sam's ministrations. "Shit, Sam, you used to have a gentler touch."

A low chuckle rumbled against his lower back, breath ghosting against the thin hairs there. "I used to have lots of gentler things. But, you know, things change." And the rest of the peroxide was splashed across Dean's wounds. "You don't understand how it is now."

Fuck, fuck, fuck was panted into the pillow below him. "So why don't you explain it to me. I AM a captive audience."

"All the guilt, the angst, the need for 'chick flick' moments, that's all gone. It's just power and control now. No more weakness, no more pain. It's such a relief."

"So you have no feelings left? Sam, even this far gone, you gotta know how wrong that sounds. Remember Jess? What about Bobby? And what about me, Sam? I raised you. Are you saying that you have no feelings left for any of us?"

Sam sat quietly by Dean's side, playing with his hair, pushing it into his eyes and then slowly combing it back. His eyes had a far off look, lips pursed as if trying to recover a distant memory.

"It's strange. I can remember my feeling, how I felt for Jess, how I cared for Bobby but they seem so very distant. I know I love you. I can still feel it but it's not the same. It's not a weak feeling, no gentleness. All that's gone. All that's left is this need to posses you. To own you. To make you mine."

"Hell, Sam, I'm not a damn pet."

Another chuckle, this time against the back of Dean's neck. Voice deep, words blowing warm air against the hairs along the nape of his neck, Sam said, "I don't want a pet. I want you."

"Brothers Sammy. We are brothers. The demon blood has screwed with your mind. This isn't you."

"But it is me. Maybe I have always wanted you. Maybe now I am just free." Feeling the hold on his body released, Dean scuttled for the edge of the bed before being flipped violently onto his back, tethered once again by Sam's invisible bonds. Gripping Dean's throat with one hand, Sam leaned over him, squeezing slowly. "Can you tell me what you just did wrong?" He squeezed harder. Back arching, eyes rolling closed, Dean found himself struggling for air again.

As soon as Sam relents, sitting back on his heels with one hand drifting slowly across his chest, Dean gasps "Sam, its Sam". Eyes closed he feels warm lips nibble against his. Sam's tongue licks at his bottom lip. "Sam," He whispers desperate to stop him but as soon as he opens his mouth, Sam takes advantage. He slips his tongue in, tasting, touching, lips sealing them together. Sam's hands move to cup Dean's face, tilting it back to allow better access for his kiss. Dean is lost. Light headed once again. A sharp twist of his gut has Dean throwing all caution to the wind and he kisses Sam back.

Taking control of the kiss, Dean deepens it; using every trick from his long line of one night stands to dominate. Feeling the binding loosen Dean took control and hooked his leg over Sam as he rolled to the top. Pressing his full weight against Sam's body, Dean leans up on his elbows, slowly breaking the kiss. Looking down at his brother, eyes bled demon black, lips swollen and parted, chest heaving, Dean asked. "Is this the only way you can love? Is this the only love you can have for me, your brother? Sam, it isn't love. This is lust, this is sex. Can't you remember how to love me as a brother?"

Sam's body seems to grow larger, he swells. His eyes, already pitch black took on a luster like wet onyx as he surged upward, rolling Dean onto his back. "I can assure you that I can love you. I can love YOU, brother. I can lust you, brother. And sex?" He paused, sitting up to run fingers and eyes down Dean's body. "Oh yes, there will be sex."

AN: There will be sex if I can manage to write it. Never have before. Fingers crossed. Looks like two, maybe three chapters left. Thank you for all the alerts and reviews (love reviews).