Hey all, last chappy I hope everyone enjoyed my little slashy story. Thanks so much for reading and reviewing Beth

Chapter Seven

"You're in love with me?" Rowan's breath caught in his throat, not quite believing that Dean had actually admitted how he really felt about him.

"Yeah, but if you ever try to hold my hand or any other girly bullshit like that, I'll still kick your ass, got me?"

"So I guess callin' you my little snuggle bunny is out of the question, too?" Rowan smirked, eyes alighting with laughter.

"Well, I guess that's alright if you don't mind me calling you my little snoogily-boogily bear."

"Right," Rowan narrowed his eyes in distaste of the ridiculous nickname, "so, no cute little nicknames then, gotcha." He drew Dean closer and slipped his hands beneath the younger man's jeans and boxers. "I'm glad you didn't take the time to zip your pants back up before coming to find me. It makes for a lot easier access." He chuckled as he cupped a hold of Dean's ass and pulled him even closer.

"You're jus' lucky I didn't leave your sorry ass here," Dean growled seductively as he bared his fangs and sunk them into the vampire's neck, eliciting a groan of pleasure from his raven-haired lover.

Fisting a hand in Rowan's hair, Dean's other hand slipped to trace a path down the vampire's back. Hungrily he sought out the vampire's mouth again as Rowan's hands freely roamed his body.

As Rowan thrust his tongue into the Dean's mouth, his hands slipped beneath the younger vampire's jeans and boxers again and slid them down over his hips, allowing them to fall to the ground. He then sought out the younger man's earlobe flicking his tongue around the edge of it before softly uttering, "Think you might wanna take your boots off."

Slightly embarrassed by the comment, Dean felt heat rise to flush his face as he toed off his boots and kicked his clothing aside. "Think I could say the same for you," he breathed as he unbuttoned and unzipped Rowan's jeans, and then slid them down over his slim waist.

Rowan quickly complied, kicking off his boots and clothing. Leaning back into Dean, he gently nipped at his neck then trailed his tongue down the hunter's chest. A low guttural growl escaped him as he licked away the blood seeping from Dean's knife wound, and felt him tremble in response.

"Damn, you taste good," he breathed against Dean's ear.

Lightning splayed across the darkened sky as the first few drops of rain began to fall. Rowan gently brushed the side of his thumb across Dean's cheek to wipe away a trail of water as he glanced skyward. "It's gonna pour, Dean," he reluctantly muttered. "Maybe we should continue this somewhere else."

"As I recall from both our showers together, I really love seein' you wet, so I'm not goin' anywhere."

"I was kinda hopin' you'd say that."

Rowan flitted his lips across Dean's mouth then lowered his head to lick the trail of water snaking down the younger vampire's chest. Teasingly, he swirled his tongue around Dean's nipple, and then gently nipped at it. Lower still he traveled, trailing his tongue across the younger vamp's rock hard abs, and circling his navel. Dropping to his knees, he took Dean's hardened shaft fully into his mouth; a smile briefly crossed features as he heard Dean draw in a sharp intake of air and felt the hunter grip hold of his shoulders for support.

Dean's head dropped backward to rest on his shoulders as he squeezed his eyes closed. His knees nearly buckled as Rowan's skillful tongue circled around the head of his swollen erection. "Please, Rowan," he uttered breathlessly, "I need to be inside you."

"Not yet," Rowan breathed as he gently pulled Dean down into his arms. Laying Dean down in the thick wet grass, Rowan straddled the younger man's thighs. Kissing him softly on the lips, Rowan moved to his ear, and softly whispered, "I love the way the rain tastes on you."

Catching Dean's earlobe in his mouth, Rowan rolled his studded earring around his tongue, and then trailed his tongue up the side of his lover's cheek to lightly kiss both of his eyelids. "I think your eyeliner is running," he said, and chuckled as he heard Dean groan at the reminder that he was wearing makeup.

Dean suddenly bucked from beneath Rowan, knocking the cocky vampire off of him. Quickly straddling him, Dean caught hold of both his arms and pinned them to the ground. "I think I wanna see how the rain tastes on you." He lowered his head and captured Rowan's lips, delving his tongue into the deepest recesses of the vampire's mouth.

A heady moan escaped Rowan as Dean swayed his hips suggestively against the elder man's throbbing shaft. Trailing his tongue down the side of Rowan's neck, Dean sunk his fangs into his lover's neck and drank in his lifeblood. A smile played across Dean's features as he heard a deep sigh of pleasure slip past Rowan's lips.

Brushing his lips up against Rowan's earlobe, he huskily whispered, "God, I love you, Rowan."

Kissing away stray raindrops snaking down the elder vampire's broad chest, Dean traveled lower, and took Rowan's shaft fully into his mouth. Lightly rolling his tongue around the head of his erection, Dean's fingers teased and gently prepared the vampire for him.

"Oh, God, Dean," Rowan panted, bucking up against Dean as he squeezed his eyes closed. "Please . . . ." his voice trailed off as he looked up at Dean.

Lightning splayed across the sky again, alighting the hunger and desire in the elder vampire's beautiful green eyes, and Dean found that he couldn't deny him any longer. Repositioning himself, Dean carefully entered Rowan. At first he moved slowly within his lover, but as his passion overtook him, he thrust in deeper.

Rowan arched up to meet him thrust for thrust. He lifted himself into a half-sitting position and with muscles drawn taut, he drew Dean to him, driving the younger man further inside of him. Dean's breath caught in his throat as his whole body began to tremble. An exquisite building sensation spread outward from the pit of his stomach; every nerve-ending lighting with fire as he continued to move inside of Rowan.

"Bite me, Dean," Rowan begged in a breathless whisper.

Lowering his lips to the vampire's neck, Dean sunk his fangs into the side of his throat. Dean's eyes rolled backward in pleasure as Rowan's blood rushed down the back of his throat. Lights seemed to explode behind his closed eyelids as he struggled to catch his breath. As Rowan continued to arch his body up to meet every thrust, Dean felt himself being lifted well beyond anything he'd ever experienced before. Then, Rowan bared his fangs and bit deeply into Dean's neck. Pain collided with pleasure, heightening Dean's hunger as he drove himself deeper inside his raven-haired lover.

Dean's breath caught in his throat and then came in short gasping bursts as he thrust in one last time and came with such force it left him trembling weakly against Rowan's chest. Rowan arched back up into him one more time, and cried out as he wrapped his arms around Dean and pulled him to the ground along with him.

Slowly, their ragged breathing returned to normal, as they lay tangled in each other's arms. For the longest time they both lay there in the wet grass, neither able to move as the rain poured down them. Finally, Dean shifted his position, and propped his head up on his hand so he could look down at Rowan. A puzzled frown crossed his features as he looked deeply into his lover's eyes.

"I've never felt anything like that before . . . I mean, the biting thing . . . ." Dean's voice trailed off, feeling slightly stupid for bringing it up in the first place.

"It's a vampire thing," Rowan shrugged as he pushed the damp clumps of hair out of his eyes. "I don't know why it happens, but it jus' always pushes ya well beyond the edge. I guess maybe it's because a vampire's blood is never so hot as when he's in the throes of passion."

"Well, I like it," Dean muttered with a very satisfied grin.

"Somehow, I just knew you would, Dean." Rowan chuckled.

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"Dean, I said I was sorry like a hundred times now," Rowan grumbled as he looked to the younger man and saw him scowl, "so stop bein' such an ass an talk to me."

"Jus' had to leave a spare set of keys in the glove compartment of your unlocked Porsche didn't you?" Dean's scowl deepened as a car drove by, slashing water up unto him. "You might as well have jus' left a huge freakin' sign on the windshield saying, I'm a dumb ass, please come an' steal my car."

"Look, we're almost to town." Rowan chuckled, suddenly finding the humor in the whole situation as he watched Dean huddled his arms around his bare chest. "Only fifteen more miles to go."

"You know what," Dean stopped dead in his tracks, and grabbed hold of Rowan's arm. "I really can't stand you."

"Yeah, I know. I feel the same way about you, too."

The End

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So, what did you think?? Was it HOt and steamy enough for ya?? Should I write another Rowan/Dean story or should this be my one and only endeavor into the world of slash?? please let me know what you think!! If anyone is interested, I do have another story in mind called, And the Thunder Rolls...so, I would love to hear if I should continue onward with this storyline. Beth