Liam is hurt and Sam is the only one who can help, but it comes at a price.

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Liam's POV:

Everything aches, and I can feel the broken splinters in my ribs pressing against each other and I want to scream in agony. But that would only worry Sam more, so I keep my teeth clenched together and focus on the beating of his heart. Sam steps into the room and I match my breathing to his, not wanting him to catch onto my internal agony.

"I'm sorry you and Dean are fighting." Despite how I feel, I don't want Sam to be at odds with Dean. I'm slowly starting to grow fond of the surly man.

"Don't worry about him. You're the one who needs me right now." Sam tugs off his shirt, his skin glowing in the faint lighting from the lamps. I stare wide eyed as he sits beside me in the bed, his face so achingly beautiful that all I want to do is kiss him.

"You're shirtless." My tongue feels thick in my mouth and my teeth ache. Sam blushes, a faint red staining his skin and I tentatively reach out to brush my knuckles against his cheek.

"Yeah, I thought it would be easier." Easier might be an overestimation if the throbbing in my teeth, and my cock are any indication. The man truly has no idea what he does to me. Sam helps me sit up, and I lean against him for support, giving in to the urge to press my nose to his throat, smelling his delicious scent. My teeth ache and I can feel the saliva pooling in my mouth. All I want to do is sink my fangs into his skin, to feel his body beneath mine, to make him gasp my name...

"Are you ready, Liam?" I blink, dispelling the haze of lust and nod, pressing my lips to his neck. He swallows audibly and I gingerly tilt his head.

"Thank you for this gift, Sam." My tongue brushes against his throat and he shivers, wrapping his arm around me. I want to make this perfect for him, to tease his skin with my tongue, my lips, to give him the faintest hint of pain from my teeth, but I fear I won't be able to do that this time. My body feels on the verge of giving out and my throat burns with with the need for blood, his blood. But still, I ask one more time.

"Sam, are you sure this is what you want to do?" He nods, his arm tightening around me and I press my lips to his throat, feeling his pulse thrum beneath his skin and my gums ache as my teeth slide free. I very gently tilt his head to the side, stroking my fingers over his satiny skin, hoping to provide some sort of comfort for the temporary unavoidable pain he will soon feel.

"Liam really, I want you-" Sam hisses, his words cutting off as my fangs press deep into his skin, slicing through the warm muscle like a knife through butter. I stop just deep enough, not wanting to cause unnessasary pain or damage to his delicate throat, and suck. I'm overcome with sensations as I pull the first drag of his blood down my throat, vivid images of Dean, of Bobby and Rufus and even myself. Memories swirl behind my closed eyes, memories of when they were children, the fire that claimed their mother, the alcoholic absentee father obsessed with vengeance, and finally the night they revealed their feelings for each other. I try to ignore the slight jealousy I feel at the images bombarding me. Sam on his back, his glorious body on display and his straining cock clenched in his fist as he pumps his wrist furiously as Dean claims his ass. I linger on this memory, feeling my own cock harden against my thigh and press closer to Sam, gripping his jaw tighter. I watch as Dean lifts Sam's thighs higher in the air, pressing deeper into his ass, and I groan with him, as he bottoms out, imagining my own cock stretching Sam's tight hole.

Sam gasps beside me as I take another gulp of his delicious blood, his taste like nothing I've ever felt before, and all I want to do is spend the rest of my days drinking from him, feeling him beneath me as I take him, having him look up at me as he smiles like a love sick fool and telling me he loves me. I want to live out the rest of our lives taking care of this beautiful man beside me, loving him to my very last breath and giving him the best life my money and love could give him. I would even be willing to have Dean in the mix, the three of us together in an unusual relationship, but together all the same. I jolt from that train of thought, surprised where my emotions took me. I don't think I feel the same for Dean as I do Sam, but the thought of having Dean in my bed, and in my life with Sam? It doesn't repulse me. I shuffle that thought away for later, to ponder over when I don't have the reason for my existence in my arms.

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Sam's POV:

Liam is like a glowing flame in my arms. He's hot against my chest, his teeth and lips searing my skin, and I feel dizzy, like I've been roofied, and you know what? It's glorious. I've never felt like this before. I feel so safe and at home here with Liam. It's like when I'm with Dean, but different, like Liam is the third piece of our triangle and with him here? In this moment, it feels like we're all meant to be together. I feel like something has finally clicked into place, and I melt more against Liam, never wanting this pleasure, this happiness, to end. I feel Liam's fangs start to slide out and I whine, gripping his shirt in my hands and clinging to him, feeling like if I let him go, he'll float away forever. Liam strokes my face, gently holding me still as he pulls away, his teeth fully leaving my throat and I want to cry. I feel irrational and emotional and all I want is for Liam to come back, to feel his hands on my face, his body against mine.

"Sam, love, I have to stop. I've had enough for now." Liam looks at me, and I'm not sure who moved first, but his hands are in my hair, and his lips are on mine. We kiss fiercely, deeply and without apology. His fingers tangle in my hair and he pulls, forcing his tongue past my lips and into my mouth, and I can't help the moan that escapes me. I want him to kiss me forever, I want to always carry his taste on my tongue, to have his scent engrained in every sense I have. I slide my hands down his chest, tugging on his shirt, wanting it gone so that I can feel his skin under my fingers. Liam pulls away briefly, just long enough to pull off his shirt and fling it into some unknown corner of the room. I cup his face, greedily kissing him once more, sucking on his tongue and feeling lost in the moment. I slide one hand down his chest, enjoying the sharp planes of his abs as I near the button on his jeans. My fingers pop the button and I slide my fingers under the band, feeling the edge of his underwear...

"Love, we have to stop." Liam pulls away, his lips red and swollen from our kissing and gasping, his eyes unfocused. I whine again and reach down further, my fingers searching for his cock, aching to feel him pulse in my hand.

"Sam, my love, stop." He grips my wrist, and gently tugs my hand out of his jeans, pressing a soft kiss to my knuckles. I'm so confused and my heart aches in my chest. Doesn't Liam want me? He said he loved me.

"But, I don't understand. You said.." I trail off, embarassment and hurt settling over me like a dark cloud, dashing away my once euphoric mood. Liam cups my face, turning me to look at him.

"Everything I've ever told you has been the truth Sam. I love you, you are my destined mate, and I crave you more than anything else in this world, so badly that my cock is hard as diamonds right now." I look down and my mouth waters. He is indeed hard, straining against the zipper of his jeans, just begging for my mouth.

"Then, why stop me?" Liam presses a chaste kiss to my lips and smiles.

"Because I just took a lot of blood from you and you're basically the equivelant of being drunk right now." I open my mouth to argue that I feel fine, maybe a little more dizzy than normal, but completely in control of my faculties when he touches my lips with his fingers.

"Make no mistake Sam, I will claim you. I will make love to you like you deserve, worshiping your body like the finest temple." My face is burning and my heart is thumping unevenly in my chest, and I almost swoon, yes fucking swoon because men can swoon too, at his next words.

"Then, once I've made you feel like the treasure you are, I'm going to fuck you." Liam growls, his eyes gleaming in the darkness. "I'm going to claim that sweet ass of yours as I drink from you, bottoming out inside you until all you can think, all you can feel, is me. I'm going to make you my own personal blood whore." I think if anyone else called me that I would knock their teeth out, but coming from Liam? My cock throbs in response and all I want is for him to throw me down and claim me, here and now.

"You need to rest Sam. Come lay with me." Liam pulls me down beside him, his arms surrounding me like the warmest cocoon, and I lay my cheek on his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his breathing. My eyes are heavy and as I fall asleep, I imagine how the only thing that could make this more perfect, would be if Dean was on my other side, snuggled against the both of us.