Chapter 14: Sweet Release

Balthazar woke with a splitting headache. He crushed his palms into his closed eyes, pushing down on the ache that reared its ugly head in his brain. God he felt like a bloody mess. Next time, he thought dully, he'd be sure to pass on Leviathan blood and go straight to the harder stuff.

Slowly, allowing his eyes time to adjust he opened them and saw that he was in Bobby's panic room. "Lovely," he grumbled out loud. Just where he wanted to wake up in- a hallowed out prison cellar with more enchantments and symbols than he cared to count. Balthazar scanned the room until his eyes fell on the figure of Sam, slouched over a desk, sound asleep. His heart did a funny little skip.

Balthazar stood, stretching his limbs and feeling a little more rejuvenated as he quietly walked across the room towards the hunter. He looked over Sam's sleeping form and abruptly realized that the hunter was using Balthazar's designer jacket as a pillow. In which he currently drooled on.

"Sam," he snapped irritably.

Sam's reply was closer to a snore than anything else. Balthazar rolled his eyes, frowning impatiently as he shoved Sam's massive shoulder, "Sam!"

Sam came awake in one sudden movement, snapping upright, giving Balthazar leave to yank his jacket back into his possession.

Sam blinked himself into coherency, and then focused on him, "Balthazar…?" He asked, his voice hoarse and husky from sleep and something else- alcohol?

Balthazar narrowed his eyes dangerously as he aired out his jacket. "Darling, the next time you need a pillow. Use your own jacket, mine's worth more."

All of a sudden, Sam was on his feet, his hand was on his cheek, touching him with a tenderness that made his heart ache. Then his hand slipped to the back of Balthazar's head, and drawing him closer… closer… and Balthazar couldn't help himself. He wanted Sam so badly, wanted to feel his body pressed against his, to taste the faint salt of his skin. He wanted to smell him, to touch him, to hear the rasp of his breath in his ear.

Sam's lips touched his, soft and seeking, and his tongue tickled the corner of his mouth. It would be so easy to lose himself in him, to sink down to the floor and…

"I thought I lost you," Sam rasped into the shell of his ear. He could hear the pain in his voice. Balthazar's heart melted. He instinctively wrapped his arms around Sam, engulfing him in a hug, burying his face into the crook of his neck and kissing the flesh there.

Sam trembled in his arms. Oh sweet lord, Sam was shaking like a leaf because he thought he was dead! And the anguish in his own heart grew tenfold. Balthazar trailed his hand through the hunter's soft, thick hair, wanting to pull him closer until they could never be separated.

He pulled back to search Sam's face, "You're all right though? How did you manage to escape?"

"After you… passed out, I lost it. Then the amulet finally worked and I dunno- it killed Roman but then it backfired and it knocked me out pretty good," Sam explained.

"It what? Are you okay?" Balthazar asked touching Sam's body briefly, looking for bruises or scrapes, anything he could heal.

"I'm fine. It didn't hurt me," Sam replied. He let out a strangled snort then when Balthazar's mischievous hands moved over his butt and firmly molded his cheeks with zealous.

Balthazar's eyes glinted devilishly, "good. I wouldn't want any harm coming to this perfect ass of yours."

Sam chuckled, then hesitated as he asked, "do you remember everything?"

Balthazar momentarily stopped squeezing to frown quizzically at him, "What do mean? Are you asking if I remember your lovely declaration of love for me?" He asked with one of his brows arched into what had to be the most arrogant expression ever to grace his face.

"Yeah, that," he said laughing.

The fact that Sam could laugh at his antics and leave smiling, made Balthazar feel a moment of wonder. Not everyone liked Balthazar, he knew this because he walked around like he had nothing to lose and with an attitude not everyone appreciated. Yet Sam didn't mind and didn't ask Balthazar to change. He loved him for the way he was. And in that moment, Balthazar's love sharpened. With every thought, every emotion, every piece of his being, Balthazar loved Sam.

"I remember that I never said it," Balthazar whispered softly, stroking his fingers over Sam's chiseled chin and to his lips. He gazed into those warm brown eyes and smiled gently, "I love you darling."

Sam's eyes sparkled before he leaned down slightly and captured his lips in a brief, yet searing kiss. Lifting his head just an inch, he murmured, "I knew all along, Balthazar. And I just figured you were too scared to tell me before."

"Scared? Please," Balthazar whispered, coyly brushing his lips over Sam's without ever really kissing him.

Sam hummed, "Yeah- Balthazar the angel, scared of his feelings. Especially the kind that actually mean anything, like love."

"Are you suggesting I'm incapable of deep emotion, Sam?" he asked though vaguely distracted now that his cock joined the party and was throbbing rather achingly in his jeans. He couldn't help it. Sam was wrapped loosely in his arms, their hips brushing, and their mouths inches apart, ready to take and be taken.

"No, I'm just saying that you have to be on the verge of death before you admit to it." Sam said flatly.

Balthazar burst out in sudden laughter. "You're absolutely correct on this occasion- however I'm changed man now."

"Really? And how is that?" Sam asked, feeling Balthazar's shaft brush against his.

Balthazar smiled, slowly like a cat. "Let me show you, love."

And then it all seemed to happen at once. His lips were on Sam's, teasing and devouring, while his hands were touching and clawing at his clothes. His fingers worked nimbly at the buttons of his shirt, belt and finally he was yanking away the clasp his Sam's jeans. But Balthazar hesitated, loving the look of surrendered yearning on the hunter's face. Sam let out a low frustrated growl when Balthazar stopped. Except the angel wanted to make this last.

He dropped to his knees in front of the hunter, his hands clasping around his upper thighs. He didn't wait or ask for permission, he just went for it. And in doing so, got a loud moan of approval from his hunter. Balthazar grazed his teeth over the outline of Sam's erection through his jeans, kissing it and warming him with his hot breath. He felt Sam quiver and shake with raw need.

Sam's hands ranked through Balthazar's hair, clutching the back of his head, but resisting the urge to thrust his hips forward. Balthazar felt the need in Sam's touch, so he carefully unzipped his pants and slowly withdrew his deliciously large cock.

Sam let out a hiss of sheer bliss as Balthazar began sucking on his shaft. His lips and tongue worked furiously, taking him deep within his mouth. Sam gasped when he began using his hands, sliding over the base of his cock, twisting the flesh, adding more sensation. He tasted the warmth of Sam's precum and felt the sudden jerk forward. Balthazar hummed, knowing Sam was inches away from spiraling into oblivion

Balthazar's whole body shook now in response to Sam's. A near painful tension clenched in his stomach, rolling down to his groin where his already erected cock now pulsated with need.

He couldn't keep this up, he wanted more. Balthazar yanked Sam's jeans off completely, hearing the hunter give a small, whimpering moan as he led him to the cot, stripped naked and ready to get thoroughly fucked.

Balthazar watched Sam under a lustful gaze as the hunter laid out before him on the cot, his shaft erected and his body tempting him in, luring him to touch, taste, suck and devour. Balthazar saw his handprint then. The burning scar that forever tainted his hunter. And seeing his brand on Sam, made him harder than a rock. Maybe it was the animalistic side of him. The one that wanted to lay claim to the hunter like some bloody dog. He took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving Sam's as he peeled off his grey t-shirt along with his jeans and boots.

Suddenly Sam sat up and straddled the twin sized cot, his erection still painfully hard. Balthazar watched him in amazement as Sam reached for him, grabbed his butt and pulled him forward. Balthazar gasped as Sam took his cock into his sinfully good mouth. Sam's head bobbed up and over his cock with vigor. "Oh God, Sam!" he cried out, nearly buckling from the sucking force Sam had on him.

Balthazar thrusted forward, unable to stop himself. Sam hummed, the vibrations driving him insane and nearly making him cum. "Stop… oh please, love- I can't hold on…"

Sam, as though wanting to drive him mad, sucked even harder before nipping at Balthazar's sensitive tip, tonguing the slit. Balthazar groaned, his cock wet with precum. Sam glanced up at him then, eyes light with superiority.

"You bastard," Balthazar growled as he pushed Sam roughly back down on the cot and straddled him. He felt Sam's hard manhood jut into his ass, ready to pound in him if he wanted. But it was Balthazar's turn to take control. Sam abused his privilege.

Using his angelic strength, Balthazar moved quickly, repositioning himself and Sam until he was now dominating. Sam's fingers dug into his shoulder, the back of his head digging into the pillow as he arched off the bed, his cock needing release. Balthazar swiftly slid Sam's leg over and his under, opening his thighs, legs parting. Balthazar leaned forward, stomach clenched, and every muscle in his body tensed.

He intended on holding onto his control, trying to make sure that he remained calm, but his need was getting stronger and stronger and his own breath was growing fast and ragged.

Sam let out a blatant moan as Balthazar shifted one last time and settled himself. Balthazar was nearly bursting at the thought of sinking himself within him. Using his arms to brace his body a few inches above Sam's, he whispered his name softly, needing to see his eyes. Sam's eyes opened, his dark eyes, hazed by passion, focused on his.

"You're mine now, love. There's no turning back," before Sam could say a word, Balthazar thrust fully inside him. Sam cried out, holding onto him while Balthazar was deep inside him now.

Balthazar reared back and slammed again, this time with only one intention- pure pleasure. He began a slow, rhythmic thrusting into the hunter. He felt Sam tremble as he bit his lower lip, fighting the urge to cum so soon. Sam felt so bloody good in his arms he thought, as he dipped his head sucked on his collarbone, his hips rotating in and out with hypnotic ease.

Sam began panting raggedly. "Balthazar…" he gasped when the angel wrapped his hand over his cock and slowly matched the tempo of his thrusts with his pulls.

Balthazar's lips quirked wickedly. He had never seen Sam so out of control- so lost in pleasure. Balthazar wanted to keep doing this to him all night and with his angelic skill and abilities, he could. He'd never done it- but always wanted to see how long a human could withstand his appetite for carnal flesh. But when he felt Sam's muscles clench tightly around his cock, Balthazar buckled, momentarily losing control.

Balthazar's grip tightened on Sam's thick manhood with a bruising squeeze. Sam tossed wildly and thrust forward, suddenly climaxing. Balthazar listened to the breathless moans as the hunter reached the Heavens. And Balthazar was right behind him, ready to find his own sweet release. He pounded harder now, his body tensing, and his back stiffening. Sam's body continued to respond to him, even after his orgasm.

Sam lifted his hips off the bed even more, giving Balthazar more access and then… he shattered. He came so hard, that he couldn't stop thrusting. Sam gasped, gripping the back of his neck, letting Balthazar slam repeatedly into him until he was completely drained.

Balthazar pulled out and dropped heavily onto Sam's massively muscled chest. Sam parted his thighs, wrapping them around Balthazar's hips intimately. Their bodies, hot and naked pressed against one another leisurely.

Balthazar could only marvel at this incredible sexual phenomenon between them. It was like someone had lit a match under them both and they burst into flames, catching fire to each other and burning until there was nothing left.

After a few minutes, Sam's breathing evened out and his eyes began to droop. Balthazar tonguingly kissed his nipple, "so… what now darling? We've said our lovely-dah's and continue to have incredible sex like this every day…"

"Huh- really? Every day?" Sam asked with a lazy smile. "You might get bored with me."

Balthazar shook his head, "I sincerely doubt that, love." He sucked harder on the nipple, then biting it.

Sam hissed out, and glared though he couldn't stop smiling. His fingers twirled slow circles on his shoulder, "I guess we get your life back from those Fates. And after that…" Sam gazed over his face tenderly. "We go on a very long vacation."

Balthazar grinned boyishly, heart feeling lit as a feather. "That sounds perfect."

Sam closed his eyes then, drifting back off into sleep. Balthazar watched him. Unable to sleep himself though liking how humans slept. So peaceful. So calm. And Balthazar couldn't help but feel immense satisfaction at knowing he induced this sleep through fabulous, earth-shattering sex. Smirking, he slid out of Sam's embrace once he knew for sure the hunter was deeply sleeping.

He suddenly had the urge to do something nice for Sam. Maybe get him a new jacket or gun. Something memorable and worthwhile. He tugged on his boots and re-buckled his belt when he noticed the amulet on the desk. He pocketed it instinctively. It might have overpowered Sam, but it might react differently with Balthazar aiming this Heavenly weapon.

Balthazar gave Sam one last look before vanishing.

He reappeared in New York City, on the busiest retailer area of the city. High end fashion for men and women. He eyed a few, wondering what to get Sam. Searching for a sign- something that stood out. He strolled through the crowded streets, admiring the glimmering window designs and expensive trinkets adoring the models. All of sudden, Balthazar's feet came to an abrupt halt as he glanced upwards at the sign on the building before him. His heart did that funny flip again and his stomach quivered. This was it. His sign stared boldly in front of him- he just had to have the courage to walk through the doors.

But how would Sam react? Too much? Too soon? Probably. But Balthazar was an impetuous bastard with zero impulse control. Besides, he told himself with a cocky smirk, he couldn't force Sam to wear it. Just give it to him and see what he'd do. What's the worst that could happen? After all, Balthazar knew exactly what his future entailed with Sam Winchester. Forever. And he meant it.

Balthazar opened the glass door and let the bustling streets of New York City fade away behind him, leaving his doubts and hesitation on the sidewalk.

TBC