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(Chapter 5) (Another Cosmic Plan: Step 5/Quickies)

Sam appeared beside Michael, pressing him into the wall, hard for him, wanting him, it had been hours since he'd been with him. Michael kissed him hard and Sam responded in kind, undressing them both with a thought, rubbing their shafts together, hips thrusting into each other. Sam turned his slave around and summoned lube, prepping them both hurriedly. He thrust in and fucked the angel deep and hard, faster and faster until Michael came into the wall in front of him, calling out Sam's name as he did. Sam followed soon after as Michael's body tensed around him and moaned out his release loudly, enjoying cumming inside his slave sweet ass.

Then Sam proceeded to lick the cum off his slave with enthusiasm, rewarding him for his good behavior, then decided to suck him off, his mouth on the angel now, sucking him hard and fast, fingering his prostate, making him cum hard into his throat, Sam cumming from his slave doing that to him, swallowing every drip, sucking hard again, and bringing him to cum for him one more time, joining him in the moaning and cumming again as well.

"I can't wait until this is over so I can fuck you properly, Michael. Want you inside me, so badly. You are doing so good with this. Wanna show you how good you really are doing, make you cum for me, kiss me with that sweet mouth of yours. Want you, baby. Want you bad." Sam purred into his ear and Michael took advantage of that mouth so close to his own and kissed it hard, showing him he wanted those things too.

Sam pulled away chuckling with a lusty look in his eyes, hands moving along that body as he separated from Michael. Wanting more but knowing now was not the time. "Think I'm addicted to fucking you, baby. Think about every time I see you. Think about you and me doing it. So addicted to you."

"Me, too." Michael said nodding, he was addicted to his master's touch too. It was the way the Master/Slave thing worked, the master craved his slave and the slave would always crave his master. It strengthened the bond, was part of the forging of it at the beginning when it was created and got stronger as the master and slave were joined.

Sam cleaned it up and them, dressed them, kissed Michael deeply and stroked his lips, those gorgeous lips, before leaving instantly. Michael sighed in disappointment at the absence of his master but knew he would be with him again soon enough.

Sure they were 'quickies' as Sam called them but damn they were fun!

He resumed watching the boys and keeping his vigil over them. No one got to hurt them, he'd kill them first.

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Weeks passed and the battles waged, every day or two they would come for them, like clockwork. It was wearing at them all, and they were tired of the bloodshed and the death already.

Sam and Dean ate their sweets, and had orgies with their creations for the most part, and Balthazar, since Michael was busy watching the boys while mentally monitoring Heaven and Raphael and Crowley pretty much 24/7 at the moment. Sam craved to play with his slave but knew it wasn't prudent to pull him away from his duties for anything but quickies which he managed on a regular basis lately, not wanting his slave to think he wasn't needed. Yeah, Sam cared for the angel but love seemed forever out of his grasp, as he now had to witness the after effects of the torture that Lucifer and Michael had inflicted on him first hand. It hurt to watch himself suffer that way but he couldn't stop it, it didn't mean that it didn't piss him off every time he heard his past-self cry, or scream, or have a seizure when he was stuck in hell again, in his own past-selves head of course. It didn't help to hear his past-self's voice crack in fear and terror, seeing things, caught between hell and home with Dean. It didn't make him feel happier hearing his past self talk about what he was seeing or remembering at any given time as past-Dean got him to talk about what he was going through.

No, Sam knew he could never love Michael for those reasons and the 150 years of more reasons he knew of and remembered, those two breaking his soul and torturing it even more once broken. He could forgive and care for the archangel who was really sorry and earning his forgiveness every day but he would never love him. That possibility had fled when Michael helped break him in Hell.

Michael knew this and he knew it. It was the one true irrevocable truth between the slave and his master. Forgiveness and care Sam could do but love was impossible.

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Both gods wanted to be close enough to help protect their past selves better, but also had to meet certain needs, too. Balancing the two things was hard but doable. So was Balthazar.

They indulged in sweets and their creations. Balthazar the main attraction most of the time. That lovely Dhampyre also taking a turn, happy to oblige. Of course the blood and the bonelessness were just a bonus for her.

As it was his turn, Balthazar willing went to his master when he called. It was worth obeying the gorgeous gods, always was.

Balthazar was currently laying there beneath Dean, as he kissed and bit his way down the angel's body, leaving a red trail of bruises from each brutal bite, kissing each better as he went, making Balthazar moan from the pleasure of his touches. His pride screaming how could he let himself be reduced to this but the angel ignored that voice, he wanted this, he craved this. He wouldn't let his pride get in the way of it.

He lost all coherent thought and reasoning power when Dean took him into his mouth sucking him hard, cheeks hollowed and tongue devouring his hard shaft. He arched into that mouth and Dean held three fingers out to him. Balthazar moaned at the promise of those finger and sucked on them, making them wet. Sam was joining his brother now, biting and kissing up the angel's thigh, cupping his balls and sucking on them gently while his brother sucked on his shaft. His hips shot up to both their ministrations and Dean slid the fingers into him all at once, opening him and stroking that spot that made him lose all control.

Balthazar felt his pride and control slip away, the pride fighting to stay a while longer like a kid using a cup of water as an excuse to avoid going to bed. Dean took advantage of the lifted hips, pushing his legs up to chest, and thrusting into him on the first thrust, hitting the pleasure spot on the first hard thrust then pounding into it afterward, going at a steady pace then speeding up. Sam took his shaft into those long fingers of his, wrapping them around it, and stroking him in time with Dean's thrusts, moving up to his body, both men telling him all the dirty things they wanted to do to him and promising him such pleasure with each word. Balthazar felt his pride and control flee from those words, replaced with more want and need than his body and mind could handle. He got lost in the sensations and became the wanton whore they wanted to see him become beneath them. They were driven deeper into their desires by the sight of him like that and were pulled into his need as well.

He felt the hand on him pause and a ring placed on him, cinched tight. He moaned from being denied his release but was also excited by the feeling of it doing just that, treading the line of pleasure it brought with it.

They whispered again all the things they were going to do him and then proceeded to do all of them, letting himself and themselves cum from them and then doing it all over again until their lust and power filled the room, filled them, and filled Balthazar. It buzzed through their bodies, their minds, and spurred the ecstasy higher and higher until they were spent and hungry. Balthazar happily feeding them the sweets they craved for hours then fucking again, letting them take him, wanting it and needing it.

Suddenly a warning rang through their heads as they lay there. Raphael had sent his followers after the boys and they were needed. All three beings were dressed in a split second, angel blades in hand. The gods taking on their disguised forms and then vanishing with Balthazar to enter the fray. Both slaves fought to keep the other angels from getting too close to their masters, the gods sticking close to Castiel. Michael fought out of the knowledge he wanted to protect Sam at all costs and Balthazar from an instinct, a drive to protect that he didn't know existed yet but that had taken over at the threat to his master.

The boys slept inside, surrounded by invisible angels with blades drawn. Castiel had knocked them out again at the sensing of the threat, and calming Sam's nightmares, slipping him into a dreamless sleep so it could heal for a bit. They didn't need them to help with this skirmish, they had it handled.

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