The King of Hell was angry.

Sam stormed into his chamber, screaming at his servants. The chambers of the large room shook with his rage. In his anger, he killed two demons, roaring at the others who weren't out of the room yet. He grabbed the last, digging his fingers into the smoke that the demon was made of and hissed in his face. "Bring me my consort."

The demon nodded, words falling over each other. Sam released, him and the servant hurried out to find the King's consort. Sam stamped up to his Throne, taking a seat in the red and black chair. The whole place was deadly silent; the demons outside dared not do anything that might anger their King even more.

The large, heavy iron door opened and through it walked Dean. Sam's eyes roved over him, drinking him in greedily. He wore what he always wore, a pair of black pants, no shirt, and a black, spiked, leather collar around his neck.

Dean was happy to see his King; he missed Sam after he left for two weeks to do some work on Earth. Sam smiled, a dark, seductive smile, and Dean almost fell to pieces right there.

"Come here, pet," Sam said, his voice low. Dean stumbled in his hurry to get to his King. He stopped in front of him, hands clasped behind his back and his head bowed in respect for his King.

"Look at me." Dean's head lifted eagerly and Sam smiled to himself as Dean's eyes ran here and there, watching him with adoration.

"I am upset, pet. Take care of me, will you?" Sam asked, his voice low and husky and he let his hand brush the bulge in his white pants that formed just by looking at Dean.

Dean felt his heart jump. "Yes, Master." He got on his knees between Sam's open legs and undid the button and pulled the zip down. He tugged Sam's cock out of his boxers and rubbed the head slowly, knowing all the things that drove his King crazy.

Sam hummed in pleasure, sighing into his Throne. "That's it, pet…"

Dean rubbed him for a short while before wrapping his lips around the head and letting his tongue do what his fingers had been earlier. Sam groaned softly, moving his hand to run through Dean's hair, stroking it. Dean sucked the head, then moved his head lower, until his Master's cock was all the way in his mouth.

He stayed at the base before pulling back up, letting his tongue lick the underside of his shaft. He bobbed his head up and down, licking the slit and letting out a soft moan around Sam's cock, which drove his Master crazy, when he tasted his salty pre-cum. Sam moved his hand to the back of Dean's head, running his fingers through his short hair and pushing him down lower, not caring if Dean gagged. Dean didn't, of course, he was used to Sam forcing him down, and he loved it.

Dean sucked Sam off for a while before he felt his Master's cock twitch and he moved his hand to caress his smooth balls. Sam looked down affectionately at Dean as he felt his eager hands touch him, wanting to swallow his release. Sam let himself go, spurting out his hot liquid down Dean's eager throat. Dean swallowed hungrily, milking as much as he could from Sam's cock and lapping up what he couldn't get fast enough from Sam's cock.

Sam moaned, sagging into his Throne. "Good boy…" Dean put his cock back into his boxers and buttoned and zipped back up his pants before pulling away, a bit reluctantly, and standing in front of his King, hands clasped behind his back and head bowed, just like before.

Sam looked at Dean, the picture of submission, and smirked when he saw the hard outline of his cock pressed against his pants. Dean's breathing was uneven and he shifted a bit, his erection needing friction. What with demon blood running in his veins, Sam felt his cock getting hard again watching Dean.

He undid his pants, pulling out his cock and stroked himself. He saw Dean's head raise just a fraction, watching his Master touch himself. Sam saw Dean's eyebrows crease before he bent his head again. "What's wrong, pet?"

Dean's head snapped up. "Nothing," he said hurriedly, turning his eyes away to stare at the wall. Sam saw hurt in Dean's eyes and frowned, confused.

"Come up here pet, come sit on Master's lap," he said, patting his thigh. Dean went over to him, clambering on his lap. Sam wrapped his arms around him, letting his fingers rub his side and nuzzled his neck. "Why are you upset?"

Dean tried to stop himself, but he couldn't help blurting out, "Didn't I do a good enough job, Master? Are you disappointed in me? Was I so unhelpful that you had to relieve yourself by your own work?" Dean's gaze fell to Sam's cock.

Almost immediately after he said it, Dean's head dropped and he shook a little. "I'm – I'm sorry Master, I didn't mean to…"

"Shh, pet," Sam cooed into his ear, pulling Dean to lay his head against his shoulder. Sam kissed his head, stroking his hair. "You did a marvelous job, I'm proud of you," he said soothingly. "But after seeing you standing there looking so beautiful with that erection," Sam let his hand lightly brush Dean's crotch and felt him jump, "I couldn't control myself."

Sam pulled up Dean's head to press a kiss to his lips. Dean leaned into it hungrily, letting his Master suck his bottom lip and push his tongue into Dean's mouth. "That's what you are after all, aren't you?" Sam murmured, pulling away to kiss Dean's neck. "My beautiful boy."

Dean moaned softly, tilting his head to let his Master kiss more of him. Sam put his hand over Dean's crotch as he sucked his neck and began to grind his palm into it. Dean's breathing got deeper and he made little needy sounds, pressing into Sam's hand.

"My lovely little pet," he crooned, unbuttoning Dean's pants and tugging down the zipper as best as he could with one hand, pushing his hand down Dean's pants and palming him through his boxers. Dean squirmed against his Master, pressing up to him.

"My perfect consort," Sam murmured, biting a spot on Dean's neck and sucking the skin between his teeth. He pulled his hand out slightly to inch into Dean's boxers, stroking Dean's hard length. Dean whimpered, trying to rub against Sam's hands. Sam pulled away and snapped his fingers, the pants and boxers disappearing off of Dean.

He lifted him up, turning him around so his back was against Sam's chest. "Ride me, pet," he whispered. "I want to feel your tight little hole around me, moving up and down my cock, pressing against that pleasure spot inside of you…"

Dean didn't need any more encouragement; he hurried to lift himself above his Master's cock, bracing himself on the handles of the Throne, lowering himself on Sam's hard cock. Sam leaned back his head, sighing in pleasure as he felt Dean's tight walls surround his cock. Dean began to move up and down, crying out in pleasure.

Sam gripped his hips, moving with him, lifting his hips to slam into Dean. He reached around, taking Dean's cock into his hand and jerking it, making Dean scream. Sam continued to jerk himself into Dean and soon he felt Dean's hot liquid squirt out, some landing on his hand. He put his hand to his mouth, licking off Dean's cum and letting his tongue savour the taste.

He thrusted a few more times into Dean before emptying into Dean a second time. Dean sighed, exhausted, and Sam lifted Dean off of his cock, turning him so Sam could cuddle him, kissing his cheek, murmuring in his ear. Dean lifted his chin towards Sam, eyes closed.

Sam smiled and kissed his waiting lips. Dean curled up against Sam after having gotten his kiss and his breathing evened out. Sam held Dean against him, letting him rest, before it was time for his meetings with various demons. He lifted his pet as gently as he could off of his lap and placed him on the Throne on the right side of him, which was slightly smaller than his Throne, but magnificent, nonetheless, after all, it was for his pet.

Dean moved just a bit but stayed sleeping. Sam pressed a kiss to his precious pet's forehead before putting the clothes back on him and sitting back down. "Send the first in!" he called. The door opened and the servant motioned for the first demon to come forward.

They had to come for their meeting and wait out there, whether it be hours or minutes, until their King called them in, which he did eventually. They lined the back of the room and each stepped forward when the other was done, the demon who finished speaking would go back and wait in his position until they were all dismissed as one.

Sam listened to various reports, commanded them on what to do and addressed those who'd done such evil things they needed personal torture from the King himself.

Hours passed as Sam addressed, resolved, listened to and received advice from his servants when Dean stirred. Sam raised his hand before the next demon began his speech and turned to Dean. He sat up, yawning, and looked at the demons standing in the room, who all bowed to him; the King's consort was to be treated with just as much respect as the King himself.

Dean acknowledged them, then turned to Sam, wanting to be held. Sam held out his arm and let his pet crawl into his lap, holding him and stroking his hair, then turned back to the demon who was to speak and nodded once.

The King of the Crossroads gave him the usual number of souls they'd gained for the year and number of demons they'd lost in the deal. Just he was walking back to his place, Sam noticed the caretaker of the hellhounds.

"Do you see something that interests you, Charles?" he asked, his tone light and conversational. All the demons in the room tensed and they stood up straighter; nothing good ever came when their King talked to them like that.

Charles knew it too and he swallowed. "No, your majesty," he said, unable to keep the shudder out of his voice. Sam watched his Adam's apple bob nervously; some demons kept their meatsuits on even in Hell, and his eyes narrowed.

"Correct me if I'm wrong," he said, his tone airy, "but it seemed like you were looking at my consort," he finished, petting Dean's head.

Charles' eyes widened in fear he shook his head. "N-no, I wasn't, I –"

"Almost as if you wanted him for your own." Sam's voice hardened and he turned his dark gaze to Charles, who shook. It was one of the major rules in Hell, no one, no one, except for the King, was allowed to covet Dean.

"I – I wasn't, your majesty, I d-don't –"

"Come forward," Sam commanded, stroking Dean's hair, who looked at the demon in curiousity.

Charles stepped forward reluctantly, looking up at his King.

"How dare you covet my pet? What makes you think that he would ever be with you? What makes you think he would even consider you when he has me, you filth?" Sam caressed Dean's hair and kissed his cheek.

"And I don't share. He is mine, and he doesn't want you. Do you, my pet?" Dean shook his head, leaning into Sam's touch, barely aware of what was going on, not that he even cared, all he cared about was his Master touching him.

"See? He doesn't want you," Sam said, lifting Dean's chin and pressing a kiss to his lips. Dean arched up, wanting more of his Master. Sam let Dean take all that he wanted, letting his hands skim over Dean's chiseled chest and muscled back, before pulling away. "Now now, pet, Master is working," he scolded lightly. Dean rested his head against Sam's shoulder and he lifted his head to let Dean nuzzle him.

He turned back to the demon and saw jealousy in his features before it was wiped off his face in a millisecond when he saw Sam looking at him. But it was too late, the King noticed and he snapped his fingers, killing the demon. He looked up to the rest of demons, who stood waiting patiently, some flinching at Charles' sudden death.

Sam finished the talks with them, sent his advisor to find a new caretaker for the hellhounds, then it was just him and Dean. Dean whimpered in his lap, pawing at Sam's chest. His Master looked down at him and Dean bumped his nose against Sam's jawline.

"What is it you want, pet?" Sam asked, looking fondly at him.

"Kiss me, Master," Dean said, his voice soft. Sam smiled at him and lifted Dean to straddle him, pulling him down to kiss him.

"Anything for you, pet."