Bound Together

Summary: Dean was Alistair's most beloved student for a reason. Fic on what Dean did in Hell and the consequences he has to deal with after he's pulled out...and the fact that his brother starts looking at him -and touching him!- in ways he shouldn't. First half of the story is set in Hell and there's DW/OFC. Eventually DW/SW -when DW's alive and kicking- and Evil!SW towards the end.
Sorry! I know I suck at summaries! If you want, you can suggest a better one as the story progresses!
A/N: My muse's been pretty creative and this is going to be a really 'really' long story -meaning lots and lots of chapters.
Rated: NC-17
Setting: Season Four

Characters: Dean, Sam, Alistair, Ruby, Bobby Singer, Castiel, OFC, OMCs
Genres: Angst, Torture, Horror, Hurt & Comfort, Romance
Warnings: BDSM, Rape/Non-con, Dub-con, Threesome, Torture, Violence
Disclaimer: Don't own them…just writing for fun!

Chapter 9: Boys Just Love Playing With Their Toys

She spent all day by herself and it wasn't that bad. Actually, it wasn't bad at all since she had the chance to truly relax and avoid the pain. She had no idea why she was being so lucky and felt terrified when she thought it might just be his way of messing with her head: what if he was giving her a break now, making her feel safe so that it was far worse when he resumed the torture? After thinking about it for hours on end, she decided there was no point in obsessing over it and tried not to think about it anymore.

As soon as Dean was done with his victim he went straight to his room. He couldn't wait to be with her and got there in no time. He stepped inside and greeted her with a brilliant smile before walking towards her and hugging her tightly. She wasn't pleased by any of it, she hated it –hated him, actually– but she'd learnt it was better to humor him so she hugged him back and he grinned, filled with satisfaction. He looked into her eyes and held her hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing her knuckles. He kept kissing her hand, his eyes never leaving hers, as he led her to the bed.

She then noticed the lust in his eyes and wanted to walk away from him, to put as much distance between him and her as possible, but she also knew it'd make him mad so she gave in and complied without protesting. He seemed extremely pleased with her behavior and said "Good. We'll have a great time together, princess. I promise" and then whispered in her ear "it'll be even better than last time."

"What? When you left me hanging in mid-air and hurt me so badly?" she retorted with tears in her eyes and immediately regretted her words. The idea was to not piss him off and there she was saying these things! How stupid could she be? She looked at him terrified expecting the worst to happen and was shocked by his answer.

"No, I meant when we were together in the chaise lounge...remember? You were completely wrapped around me...writhing in pleasure...it felt so good...I swear I'll make it even better this time."

His head was down and he appeared hurt and remorseful and she frowned in disbelief. She hadn't expected any of this; actually, she'd expected him to beat her up, cut her up or hurt her in some way...unless, of course, he was planning on doing that later. So, she swallowed the lump in her throat and followed him to the bed.

They both stood next to it, facing each other, and he brushed soft kisses on her lips while his hands glided down her back towards her waist. When he got to the hem of her shirt, he placed his hands to her sides and pulled it up saying "lift your arms, sweetheart". She obeyed and he removed her shirt carefully.

He looked at her with prying eyes and unclasped her bra with expert fingers. He kept staring at her and licked and bit his lower lip. He noticed her uneasiness as she covered her breasts with her arms and he smiled. "Hey, I've already seen all of you, baby...and I enjoy looking at you so much," he said in a low husky voice as he gently pushed her arms away and placed her hands on his chest. "Help me with my shirt now." She undid the buttons with shaking fingers and helped him shrug off his shirt.

They were both naked from the waist up and he pressed their chests together. She felt the warmth radiating off his body as he ghosted his fingers along her neck and left a trail of kisses all the way down to her collarbone. She felt her skin shiver and couldn't help remembering the mirrors, the chaise lounge, and how wonderful it'd felt having him inside of her. She remembered the rich velvet on her legs and his firm body pressed against her back and all that…pleasure. She immediately brushed off those ideas, reminding herself who he was, but not before he knew what she was thinking. He smiled to himself and thought "Oh, yeah, this is gonna be great!"

He kissed her again and skillfully unfastened his belt and unzipped his pants as he took off his shoes and socks with his feet. He then let his pants and boxers drop to the floor and kicked them away, and, in a matter of seconds, he was stripped naked.

He lifted her in his arms and gently put her on the bed. She lay there, completely still. He looked at her and, after a few minutes, he lay on top of her and kissed her sweetly. He suckled at her lips and continued kissing all the way down to her neck and breasts. He lingered there for a while licking and sucking at her nipples while he cupped and kneaded that creamy perky flesh.

He felt her heavy breath and growing arousal and knew she belonged to him. She was lying still, fighting her own need to give in to him and kiss him back while her inner voice kept telling her it was wrong, wrong, wrong! He smiled to himself thinking again "Oh, honey, you're fighting a losing battle...you're all mine already...even if you don't know it yourself yet."

He continued kissing and licking her skin and moved south to her lower ribs and stomach. He circled her navel with his tongue and heard her sigh in pleasure. He then unzipped her pants, lifted her hips and pulled them down. Her panties came down with them and she was left naked and at his mercy. He looked at her hungrily and put his hands on her knees, then he proceeded to spread her legs and noticed that she was tense and trembling, and he immediately reassured her "Shh, relax, baby, you'll enjoy it...I promise."

She knew there was no point in fighting so she took deep breaths trying to calm down while he lay down and kissed the inside of her thighs. His kisses became more intense and he soon reached the sensitive spot between her legs. He kissed her folds and sucked them as he glided his tongue up and down her slit. She felt an electric jolt up her spine and cried out in pleasure. He went on kissing her as he worked his way up to her breasts with his hands and kneaded them. She then felt his tongue darting inside of her and her back arched off the bed in response. She threw her head back, moaning and breathing raggedly, her heart beating faster and faster.

Then, he rubbed his nose against her clit and sucked on it while he brought his right hand back down. He glided his fingers along her lips till they were wet with her juices and then inserted one finger. She bucked against him as he carefully inserted a second finger. "Gosh, she's still so tight," he thought. He scissored them and she cried out as he kept working his way inside of her till he found the spot. He stimulated it as he continued licking and sucking her clit and then she couldn't hold it any longer. She cried out as waves of pleasure washed over her and felt the orgasm exploding inside of her. Her legs were spread wide open and she was writhing and twisting as beads of sweat rolled down her body.

He continued stimulating her again, and again, and again, until she was completely spent, and then he lay down on the bed beside her. He stroked her hair and noticed that she had a dreamy gaze and was almost limp. He smiled at her and bit his lower lip while he whispered in her ear "See, doll? I told you it'd be good. It was good, wasn't it?" She was still too far gone, and just looked back into his eyes, still out of breath and nodded.

She was barely recovering when she realized that she was still naked lying next to him, who was also naked, and that he hadn't had any…release. She felt his lecherous eyes on her and couldn't help panic from taking over. She stood up and took a few steps away from the bed and from him. He frowned slightly in response and patted the bed saying "C'mere, baby."

His latest ministrations had felt good, actually way more than good, but the memory of their actual last time together was still fresh in her mind and she was filled with fear. He watched her and this time he commanded "Lie down!" but she remained in the same spot where she was standing, frozen, unable to move.

He wasn't going to allow any of that, of course, she belonged to him, and she suddenly felt an invisible force lifting her in the air and gently placing her on the bed. She found herself lying on her back, her arms high above her head. She tried to move but it was impossible. That invisible power wasn't hurting her at all, though; it was just keeping her in place. She then felt her legs being spread apart and her knees being pushed up till her butt was in the air. She looked around trying to figure out what he was up to while her heart pounded uncontrollably inside her ribcage.

He knelt between her legs and smiled. He had full access to her now and didn't wait a second to bury his face in her. He gave long lazy strokes with his tongue, all the way up from the sweet hole hidden between her cheeks, which he was parting with his hands, to the fleshy folds covering her clit. He licked, kissed and suckled everything before him.

She was overly sensitive from his previous kiss, and she realized she was on the verge of another orgasm. Yet, she managed to gain some control of herself and begged him to stop. He almost laughed at her and replied in a low seductive voice "Oh, c'mon, baby, don't say you don't want it…you are all wet and ready for me."

He immediately sank his face in her again and his ministrations became more intense. She was already shaking and tensing up when she felt his tongue making its way inside of her. She felt it twirling inside of her and pressing against her walls. It felt amazing and she couldn't hold the moan that escaped her mouth "Pleeeaaaasssse!" She'd intended to beg, not to moan, but she was feeling more and more pleasure and she was losing it…fast. At that point, she didn't even know if she actually wanted him to stop. It felt too good. Dean kept kissing, licking and sucking until it all became too intense and she came.

When the orgasm subsided and she started to gain some control of herself, she realized that the invisible force was still holding her in the same position. She was slowly recovering, still a little dizzy, but noticed that Dean had an object in his hand. She couldn't see it clearly from where she was lying but it looked like a ring with two long ends attached to it: one was longer and thicker than the other and had some sort of ball or plug on the tip.

He saw her frowning trying to figure out what the object was and he gave her a cocky smirk as he said "let's play some more" with a lustful look. Her breath began racing again and he added "don't worry, I'll share my toys with you…promise."

He then took the ring and slid his member through it. He adjusted it so that it rested right after the head, and then twirled it carefully until its shorter end was facing upwards and the longer one downwards.

She saw what he was doing and panicked. She tried to move but the force was keeping her still. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't move, not even an inch.

He looked at her reddened folds and noticed how tender they were from his previous kisses. He slowly glided a finger through them and confirmed his thought: she was completely wet and loosened up for him. His finger was slick with her juices and he ran it carefully between her cheeks and over the sweet hole hidden there.

He saw her squirming and growing aroused despite herself and knew he wouldn't be able to hold himself back much longer. So, he placed himself on top of her and nudged the tip of his length against her entrance. She could swear she felt him vibrating but she wasn't sure, besides she was too busy trying to keep herself under control.

Next, he adjusted the ring so that the longer end found its way between her cheeks till it ghosted her pucker, and then he pushed it till the plug was inside her. She squirmed and worked her muscles trying to break free, to push it out of her body, but now that the plug was in place there was no way it'd come out unless he removed it…and he had no intention whatsoever of doing that!

As he slid his manhood inside her and began thrusting the plug was pushed farther in and the shorter end attached to the ring pressed against her clit, stimulating it. He gave long slow strokes at first taking in all the pleasure he'd longed for.

She immediately realized that she'd been right: he was vibrating. Apparently, it was due to the toy he was using: she could feel the vibration in both her entrances and her clit, she could feel it everywhere. With each thrust, the sensations were intensified and she soon felt wave after wave of pleasure ripping through her non-stop. She soon started panting and gasping for air, trying to beg him to stop, but every time she opened her mouth, the only sounds that came out of it sounded much more like "Aw! Ah!"

He couldn't believe how good this was, she was writhing in pleasure under him, making those amazing noises and he could feel her muscles clenching around him. Her back was arched and her body had gone completely rigid and he knew for sure that she'd come…again. It only took him a few more thrusts and he was soon seeing starts as well.

He collapsed on top of her and stayed like that for several minutes. Then, he rolled over to one side and released his hold on her. She was still limp and boneless and didn't even move or make a sound. He was very pleased with himself, and proud, and whispered in her ear "See? Told ya I could make it real good." She was too exhausted to hear him, still completely oblivious of her surroundings, and simply lay there.

He looked at her once more, curled up around her protectively, and kissed her forehead. They stayed there, naked, resting in a warm embrace for hours and, for the first time since he'd been sent to Hell, and perhaps for the first time in his life, he felt whole...and happy.

TBC

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Soon…

Chapter 10: Her Deal

Summary: Dean was shocked when he realized what had happened to her. The poor girl had made a deal without even knowing it. She was in the pit and she didn't deserve to be there. She'd traded her life for someone else's…and it hit a bit too close to home.

Characters: Demon!Dean, Alistair, OFC, OCs