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Sam cried softly now as Michael held him, soothing him, telling him it wasn't like that, He wasn't like that.
Dean pulled Sam into his arms and kissed his forehead. Sam was the one who had cared if Dante accepted them, and Dante had thrown it in his face.
"It's okay, Sam. I know you're not like that. I'm not like that. He was wrong to think that." Dean said, grinding his teeth in rage. He had made Sam cry, he wanted to hurt him but knew it wouldn't help.
He still hissed at Dante as he called for Sam, angrily.
"I thought he liked us still. He seemed to. I just wanted to get along with him." Sam said tearfully, wiping his eyes, "Look at me, crying like a bitch. Say it."
Dean kissed the tears away, wiping them gently off his face, kissing him gently, stroking that pain from his eyes, sending a thought to a tire pile and setting on fire. Son of a bitch!
"Not like that, Sammy, not leches. He was wrong. Say the word and I will hurt him for you. Just stop crying, please?" Dean pleaded, he wanted to hurt him as he saw more tears there now.
"He's going to leave now. He'll leave and never speak to us again. I just know it." Sam said against his shoulder. Crying less but leaning on him for comfort. "Don't want him to go."
"Well, if you stopped bawling, you'd have heard the ass calling us with the mark. He isn't stopping! Fucker." Dean swore if he didn't shut up he was going to hurt him for real this time.
"I hear him." Sam sighed and wiped the tears away as best he could, Dean helping him with a tender look in his eyes.
"Love you, Sammy. It hurts me to see you cry. Please stop. Smile for me. Do something, don't cry, please?" Dean stroked his face and kissed him gently again, filling him with all the good feelings he had for him, driving his worry away.
"Okay." Sam said sadly and stopped. "I'll go to him. See what he says. Stay here." He vanished and appeared in front of Dante with his head down, tears shimmering in his eyes.
"I don't fuck everything that moves, Dante. You had no right to judge me that way. Sure you are a hot man and I know I shouldn't have came onto you. I already apologized for that. I never once showed an interest in Clara, not in that way." Sam said softly, not looking up. He wandered over the Impala and leaned into her, letting the magic in her soothe him. Dean watched from the shadows, swearing he better not make Sam cry again, he really would hurt him this time.
"I shouldn't have assumed that." Dante admitted trying to lean against Impala with Sam but got shocked abruptly and almost fell on his ass. Apparently their car was pissed at him too, great.
"No, you shouldn't have." Sam said softly.
"I just figured she's pretty and you are Sex gods, you might find her attractive. It's a logical conclusion." Dante explained, "I overstepped my bounds there. Sorry Sam."
"But she's always been a little sister to us. I would never come on to her. She seems to..cold?" Sam said, "Power wise, she feels cold, too dangerous to approach. I wouldn't dare. It scares me." The Ice Pheonix power was too cold to ignite their desires, it was as simple as that.
"Sorry, I just get overprotective." Dante said, standing in front of the car, not daring to touch it, sure it would shock him again. Sam smiled now, and Dean's heart leaped at that smile, Sam wasn't upset anymore or as upset.
"Don't hurt him, baby, he's sorry he hurt me. Let him lean on you." Sam said to the car, kissing her hood softly, stroking her with a hand. Dante had to have imagined the headlights glaring at him, he had to have.
Dante touched her with a finger to test and felt nothing so he leaned back against her to be closer to him.
"I won't do it again. I want to stay and help you with your powers all of you. I want to attend the wedding and let you dress me. Most of all, I want to be your friend still." Dante was shocked when desire hit him, the Orbit, Sam's Orbit, he felt it, straight or not. "Can I kiss you and say I'm sorry?"
Sam turned to him and looked into those dark eyes, those pouty lips, and desire flared but he pushed it down, he didn't want to be rejected again.
"Kiss him Sam." Dean said, stepping from the shadows. He glared at Dante and pointed a finger painfully into his chest, green eye boring into his with seriously murderous intent. "If you hurt him again, I will kill you where you stand, I will find a way."
Dante gulped and nodded, felt that orbit hit him again. The urge to kiss him, at least, still there.
Sam leaned in and Dante leaned forward, their lips met, then opened, tongues slid in, and connected, drawing moans from both, Sam afraid to touch further, Dante not so shy. He pulled Sam tighter to him and kissed him harder, body meshing with his, rubbing for more, offering itself. Alarms went off in his head but he didn't listen, he suddenly wanted this man, and he wanted him right now.
Sam pulled away in sudden fear, surely Dante didn't mean this. Dante pressed back in and kissed that neck like he felt the urge to do. "I want to apologize to you, Sam. Properly. Let me." His hands were on Sam's groin, rubbing now, stripping away his control with each touch. Dean came up behind him and pinned that hand painfully to his side.
"Don't tease him, Dante. If you don't mean it or intend to go through with it, you will hurt him. Don't offer us what you aren't willing give. What are you offering, Dante? Be specific." Dean threatened, Sam always had a higher pleasure threshold. He had always felt it deeper than Dean did. This would hurt him if a friend offered himself then rejected him.
"I am offering me, my body. If he wants it. I want him to take me." Dante was surprised at this, but it was true. The alarm was silent now replaced with want and need to be taken by this man. Dean let go of his hand and the hand went back to Sam's hard groin squeezing him, stroking, "I want you, Sam. This is my apology."
Sam reacted to that, kissing him hard now and Dante getting lost in that hot kissing, moaning with new desire. They vanished to their room, Dean following close at their heels.
The others had seen the whole thing and were surprised by Dante's actions. Maybe he wasn't as straight as he thought, then again, those sex god were enough to turn a straight guy bi, they'd seen it happen.
Sam poofed away their clothes while kissing his way down that gorgeous body, savoring the gift Dante was offering, his virgin body wanting Sam.
"You're beautiful, baby, wanna make this good for you." Sam purred against that creamy skin, savoring the spicy taste of it, the Pheonix power infusing it. "Can I make love to you? Or do you want something else?" Sam let Dante decide, it was his choice here. His apology was already accepted in Sam's eyes with that wonderful kiss he'd given him.
"Make love to me, Sam. I want you to." Dante moaned and Sam smiled, kissing him softly.
"Thank you for this, Dante. I will cherish this." He stroked his face lovingly. Dante smiled, with lust-blown eyes.
Sam started at his neck, kissing down it, nipping it like he had wanted to since he had first laid eyes on the man. He let his mouth make love to that sexy skin, paying attention to every inch of it. Loving that taste of him, so fiery, so potent. "You taste of your power, Pheonix Man. Love that taste." Sam whispered against his skin, and Dante moaned, "All for you, Sam, all yours."
Sam purred now, taking that gorgeous member into his mouth, savoring every last inch of it with his tongue and lips. "Want you fuck me, Dante, after I fuck you, will you do that? Looks too good to just suck. Want it inside me, would you like that?" He continued stroking it, while his suddenly lubed up fingers worked the man open for him, his tongue taking turns with the finger, licking around and into that virgin hole, making the man moan and thrust onto both the fingers and the tonguing, lost in it all. "Yes, want to fuck you too, Sam. So good and hot, bet you are. Want inside you. Want you inside me! Please fuck me, Sam!" Dante pleaded, it all felt so good, so new and good. It didn't burn anymore, now he only felt lust and desire filling him now, those fingers stroking his prostate like nobody's business, making him arch into them.
Sam lubed himself up and slid in carefully, adjusting at intervals until Dante was into the pleasure and out of the initial pain and stinging, Soon Dante was thrusting onto him, legs on Sam's waist, and Sam thrust in balls deep, and then out a little, only to do it again. Making the man writhe beneath him more, curses pouring from those lips, those kissable lips. Sam kept it slow and steady then got faster, using his power to hold the orgasms at bay, Dante was too close. He put a ring on Dante and himself, this was the guy's first time and he wanted it to last a while, make him feel good, not regret it this time. He wanted him again sometime.
Fire poured from that body as they fucked, harder now and deeper as Dante lost control, lost in his desire and want, his power meeting Sam's, the powers sliding into each other, entwining around them, the fire contained by Sam's power alone, their moans and cries echoing around the soundproof room, building as Sam stroked his gorgeous lover to climax, then removed the rings and they came screaming each other's names.
"Damn, Sam, feels so good, cumming now, cumming for you, baby!" Dante cried as his head shot back and eyes clenched shut, orgasms ripping through him. He had never felt pleasure like this before, he wanted more, could feel himself becoming addicted to it and not caring as it sunk into his soul, making him want more, never getting enough.
"Want you, Dante, make it good for you. Want to see you cumming for me." Sam screamed as he released into that tight ass, thrusting deep into it over and over, as he came over and over into it, into that gorgeous body writhing beneath his own.
When they were done, Dante lay there smiling, feeling soaked with all the pleasure he had just experienced. Soon he straddled Sam and kissed him, both men losing themselves in the kiss and their bodies grinding, desire building again.
"Gonna make you feel good, Sam. Your turn." Dante said, kissing down the god's body, Sam's hazel eyes glowing at him. Making him burn for him.
Sam writhed as Dante kissed down his body to his member, suddenly wanting it in his mouth, want hitting him like a hammer. He took his mouth and sucked at the sides, up the vein on the bottom, and taking the balls into his mouth, savoring the feeling of those round pebbles in his mouth, licking them, sucking them gently. He took the member into his mouth, moaning with want to taste him again. He slid down its length carefully, Sam was huge and it was difficult to swallow him but he relaxed his throat, eventually deep throating him, then moving up, bobbing and sucking him with hollowed out cheeks, making Sam thrust deeply into that fuckable mouth, Sam wanted to fuck that mouth. His hand grabbed that soft black hair and pushed him down a little then helped him move up and down it better, making it feel so good he could have cum from the feel of that hot mouth on him.
"Wanted you when I saw you, baby, so hot, that neck alone, those lips, so perfect!" Sam moaned as his orgasm tore through him, Dante swallowing him down, savoring the sweet taste him, not salty, hmm, unexpected, Sam tasted good.
He sucked him hard again and used the cum in his mouth to lube up his fingers like he had seen Sam do and prepped him, making him moan for him to enter him, he opened easily for him and was ready in no time for Dante to fuck him. He lubed himself with the cum as well, thrusting into his god body, the amazing feeling of being inside a man, especially Sam, overwhelming him, so tight and good, wanting more of it, knowing he had missed so much by not being with men now, they felt amazing wrapped around his shaft, or maybe it was just Sam, who knew? He didn't care, he wanted to fuck this god senseless, make him moan for him, cum for him, knowing he was giving him this.
He went slow at first, finding his prostate and hitting it, then fucking him faster, hitting that spot everytime making Sam moan for more, moan for him. Dean appeared behind him and slid into him, surprising him.
"You hurt my feelings, too. Dante. Don't worry, gonna make you feel real good, gonna make you cum in Sam with me inside you. Want that?" Dean said, twisting a little as he thrust in, hitting that spot in the man, making him moan.
"Yes, fuck me, Dean!" Dante moaned, it felt so good to be inside Sam, Dean inside him, it made him want to cum just from feeling of it this way, between them. He wouldn't be the first to feel that way, they were good this way.
Dean fucked Dante fast and Dante fucked Sam the same way, all three men moaning and thrusting hard and deep into each other, their pleasure tying them together, holding their orgasms at bay, letting their pleasure build until it was making them spiral into its dark depths, making them want to explode with the need to cum. All were lost when the power released them and they came screaming soundlessly, moaning and heads backs, eyes screwed shut, bodies arching into their orgasms. Dante's flames pouring over them, not burning them, fueling their pleasure, contained by their powers.
Soon enough the fire pulled back into the man and the power returned to gods it came from and Dante lay there, in a very good imitation of a puddle, serene and happily sated, for now.
"Can we do this again sometime?" Sam asked, kissing Dante softly, eyes half-lidded, and smiling at the man that fairly glowed beside him. "You don't have to. You didn't have to anyway. It was okay with the kiss, Dante. Don't leave because of me." Sam looked away, afraid Dante regretted it, would flee from his touch now. No longer his friend. No longer his lover.
"I'd like that very much, Sammy baby, want you now. You're in my blood. I did it because I wanted to not because I had to. I could get addicted to you two." Dante admitted and Sam smiled happily. He wanted him still, good. He hadn't fucked it all up.
"I could get addicted to you too. That fire thing feels so good during sex. Pheonixes are so full of that fire, like it burning me. You fuck so good, baby." Sam pulled him in for a kiss and Dante gladly returned it, deepening it a little, tasting Sam, testing the waters, seeing if Sam still wanted him or if it was a one- time thing. He didn't want that.
Sam heard his thought and smiled, stroking that handsome face, "Not a one-time thing, Dante, want you more now. Take what you can give, baby."
Dante relaxed now, "Still friends?" He looked up at Sam, smiling into those gorgeous eyes and that beautiful face, wanting to kiss him again, thinking every time he saw him now, he would want to kiss him. He realized this and smiled, he'd like those thoughts, in fact, he just might give into it as often as he could. He wanted this man, he wanted Dean too. He leaned up and kissed Dean too. Dean kissing him back, hard and deep, gentle then slow.
"Fuck me, too. Dante, Please?" Dean begged and Dante nodded, he wanted to try.
Dante sucked Dean hard and used the lube Sam handed him to lube up his fingers and his shaft. Dean opened to him readily, and Dante slid in balls deep and thrust out then in again, going slow, then faster, then even faster and deeper until he felt Dean shaking and clenching tightly around him, moaning and arching into him hard and deep.
"Ah, Dante, feel so good fucking me, baby, fuck me harder, deeper baby! Take me hard, Dante, bite me!" Dean pleaded and gasped as Dante complied, moaning at how good it felt to take him this way.
He was pounding into him now, lost to the brutal rhythm, and stroked Dean hard and fast, making their breaths hitch and catch as they were quickly approaching the need to cum soon or explode from it. Dante bit that sexy neck hard, moaning into that skin, kissing sucking along it, to the shoulder and along the collar bone, taking those full lips with his own, both men cumming hard now, orgasms blasting through them, ripping their bones out, searing their every nerve ending, and pulling them apart until they came again and again, caught in the loop of pleasure they couldn't escape.
When they felt the loop end, they all collapsed in happy piles of satisfied sexual puddles.
"So how often do you need to do this sex thing anyway?" Dante had to ask, he wanted to join as many of them as he could while he was here, damn it felt good!
"Twice a day." Dean said, eying his body and desire filling his eyes. He wanted this man.
"Good, I'd love to join you." Dante purred wickedly, cuddling Sam to his side, Dean to the other, keeping them close. He felt sleepy now. "Stay with me while I sleep, okay? Don't leave. Promise?" he looked at them and they nodded, stroking his face and kissing him softly as he drifted off to sleep.
"Not going anywhere, baby." Sam said gently kissing him one last time. "Won't leave until you ask us to."
"Then I won't ever ask you to." Dante yawned deeply and slept like a baby, cuddled between his new lovers and friends, the Sex gods he had initially rejected out of turn but now could feel himself grow addicted to with every fiber of his being, and willing it to continue to do so, savoring the feel of it infusing him, and when it was done, he rejoiced, knowing he would never escape his need for them and loving every bit of that knowledge. "I'm yours." He whispered and knew nothing else for a while.
They lay there for several hours and when Dante woke up, they kissed him lovingly, waking him up with their feelings for him, and got up, dressing them all with magic again, kissing again, this time they blamed Dante, he had the urge to kiss them and had given into it, something he promised to do a lot while he was here. They smiled, stroking those soft lips. They'd like that part too.