Tochi: LAST CHAPTER! -dies- I'm gonna finish one!

Flap Jack: IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD!

Tochi: It jut may be.

Disclaimer: Linc: We only own the plot and our box house… and a hobo

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"Come again?" Dean asked, his eye twitching a bit.

"I-I guess… I have a crush on you."

Dean nodded slowly, his eyebrows raising to his hairline.

"And that's why you've been hurting yourself?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, because I know it's just wrong."

"You're right, Sammy. It is wrong." Dean said, shaking is head before going to the bathroom to clear his thoughts.

'Well… it could have gone worse. He could have run away screaming.' Sam thought, wishing his leg would hurry up and be able to feel again so he could possibly run away screaming.

Dean, meanwhile was standing in the bathroom, looking at himself in the mirror. Incest was just wrong, even for them… but… it would help his baby brother, and Dean swore he would protect him no matter what… did 'no matter what' also include 'sexual fantasies causing Sammy to want to hurt himself'?

Dean took a shaky breath and closed his eyes. He guessed 'anything' did include 'sexual fantasies causing Sammy to want to hurt himself.

Dean sat down on the cold tile floor, beginning to plot just how he could do this.

Sammy was out on the bed, slowly growing drowsier as the minutes ticked by. By the time it had hit the thirty minute marker, Sammy had stripped off his shirt and crawled up the rest of the way onto the bed, fast asleep.

At the forty five minute marker, Dean came back out of the bathroom, still unable to believe, he was going to do this.

He quietly moved to his bag and dug out the handcuffs that he'd taken with him after a few of his arrests. He looked back up at Sam's shirtless, sleeping form and took a slow breath. For his baby brother, he could do this.

He slowly creeped back up, taking one of Sam's wrists and closing a cuff over it, then very slowly and carefully closing the other end to the bed post, Sam groaning as his arm was moved and shaking his head a bit, yawning widely.

Dean waited, staying completely still until he was sure that Sammy was lulled back to sleep again. He carefully closed another cuff over Sam's other wrist, and pulled it up to the other bed post, putting the other end around it just as Sammy woke back up.

Sam was rather surprised to find Dean looming over him, and even more surprised to find he couldn't move his arms.

"…Dean… what…?" Sam started, still very confused.

"Sam, I promised to protect you no matter what, and you hurting yourself because you fantasize about me falls under 'no matter what'." Dean explained. "I'm going to do this, but I'm going to do this my way."

Sam didn't know whether to be very frightened or ecstatic that Dean was going to do things to him.

"Uhm… Define your way." Sam asked in a small voice.

"The kinky way." Dean shrugged, pushing himself up, "Be right back, need to grab some things." He explained, leaving the room and going to the Impala, popping the trunk. He came back in with a few leads of rope and let them drop to the floor.

He crawled up onto the bed and snapped the button on Sam's jeans, Sam instantly lifting his hips to help Dean out.

Dean easily got Sam stripped and picked up the rope, starting on tying Sam's legs down.

This was a first for Dean. Yeah, he'd been with a guy once when he was 16 (and drunk, by the way), but that was ten years ago, and yeah, he had let his kinky side take over a few times with the ladies, but never, had he gone kinky on a guy.

He took another slow breath and looked up at Sam's face, a small smile lighting it. At least Sammy seemed to be enjoying this.

"Ok, know what domination is, Sammy boy?" Dean asked as casually as he could with his brother tied down and about to have things done to him.

Sam nodded somewhat eagerly, Dean raising a brow.

"Done this before, then?" He asked, with a small smile.

Sam blushed a bit and nodded, wiggling a bit uncomfortably, "Yeah… before I was with Jess…" He trailed off, guessing the rest was irrelevant, and Dean just letting it drop.

"Right, now time to lay down the rules. You can't come until I tell you to, you're not allowed to speak unless I say so, and you're not allowed to move your hips, got it?"

Sam nodded slowly and swallowed thickly. "D-Do I get a safety word?" He asked, receiving a small smack to his inner thigh, "No speaking, and yes, say 'Crush.'."

Sammy frowned, giving Dean a pouty look.

"What?" Dean asked, tipping his head to the side.

"You're just making fun of me now." Sam sulked.

"Sort of, but I'll make this good." He grinned, finally getting into the groove he needed to do this to his baby brother.

Sam nodded and smiled, Dean was going to make his wet dreams come true.

Dean's hands slipped up and down Sam's belly and up to his chest, pinching his nipples hard, Sam gasping and arching up off the mattress.

Dean smiled as he watched his brother, pinching again as he glanced down at his brother's cock, sliding his left hand up and his right hand down, his hand sliding along Sam's hip little finger brushing the base of his cock as his fingers traced Sam's lips.

Sam opened his mouth and took Dean's index and middle finger into his mouth, sucking softly as Dean slowly moved his hand over and skimmed it up Sam's cock, Sam shuddering beneath him.

Dean smiled and fisted his brother's cock, stroking slowly, watching Sam's face for any sign of disagreement. Dean saw none.

Sam was having to force his hips to stay down now, a small whine escaping him as Dean squeezed him tight. Dean pulled his spit slicked fingers out of Sam's mouth and slowly trailed them down Sam's body, his strokes becoming sloppy and uneven as he preoccupies himself with slowly pressing a finger inside Sam, Sam kneeing softly and shuddering beneath him.

"Shh." Dean cooed up to Sam, keeping his finger still for a second before he started moving it in and out slowly.

Sam had closed his eyes and was breathing unevenly, shuddering more beneath him as he felt Dean add his second finger, pushing in slowly, and pausing again, still unevenly stroking Sam's cock.

Sam shuddered again as he felt Dean move and tried not to squirm, but it was really fucking hard to just sit there and let Dean be such a fucking tease. Yeah in all of Sam's fantasies Dean had been a bit of a tease, but Jesus, this was just fucking insane.

"'S ok Sammy, just a little bit longer." Dean whispered, pushing his fingers in harder and bumping against Sam's prostrate, Sam unable to keep his hips from bucking off the mattress.

Dean did not punish Sam this time, being his first offense, but did give him a warning growl.

After several more minutes of stroking and teasing Sam's cock, Dean finally held it tight and stroked quickly, moving his hand at the same pace, Sam crying out beneath him in a panic. He knew he couldn't last when Dean stopped his teasing.

"'S ok, Sammy, you can come." Dean whispered lowly, Sam groaning and coming instantly over Dean's hand.

After a minute of sitting there, Dean finally pulled his fingers out slowly so he wouldn't hurt his brother's over-sensitized body.

Dean placed a small kiss on Sam's forehead and made quick work of Sam's bonds.

"We'll discuss this when I come back."

Dean told Sam as he went off to the bathroom to wash off his hands.

By the time he got back, Sam had pulled his boxers back on and was sitting on the bed, breathing slowly.

"Sam?" Dean asked, sitting beside him.

"Yeah?" Sam asked quietly, already having convinced himself that this was going to be a one time thing.

"We can't do this every day, you know, it could really put a toll on your body. We'll have to limit this t once a week… but I'm still doming." Dean informed with a smile.

Sam just smacked the back of his head with a small laugh.

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Tochi: It's a miracle! I wrote a fic and finished it! Though I'm considering a sequel… I'll take votes.

Flap Jack: Oh My God… I can't tell them to alert it because it's over. O-ok.. umm… review, vote and join my army -assumes fetal position in corner-