Next chapter will be posted on Tuesday.
*WARNING: Lots of wincest.
Enjoy!
"Didn't I apologize for that?" Dean snapped.
"That's not the point, Dean! The point is you keep fucking me over! My question is- when is it gonna end, if ever?" Demon glared angrily at him.
"What d'you want me to say? I didn't wanna lie to Sam." Dean sighed wearily and ran a hand through his hair. He glanced at his abused Baby before he met Demons pissed off black eyes. "You want revenge, have at me. ME, okay? NOT my car!"
Demon rolled his eyes. "Me punching you again ain't gonna fix everything."
"Beat me up, then. Stab me with Sam's hunting knife, I dunno. Anything you want, just quit wrecking my damn car!"
Demon smirked dangerously. "Anything, huh? You mean that?"
Dean hesitated, he knew he was gonna regret this. "... Yeah. Anything."
A menacing glint entered Demons obsidian eyes as he slowly raised his hand and flicked his index finger, sending Dean flying back first into the side of his car next to Demon.
Demon caged him in with his arms as Dean grunted from the impact. He coughed before staring Demon in the eyes.
"You reading my mind right now?" Demon asked quietly.
"No. I'm kinda worried what I might find." Dean rasped softly.
Demon leaned in closer until their noses nearly touched. "You should be." He growled softly before crushing his lips against Deans, engulfing him in a harsh, dominating kiss.
Dean gasped in shock at the sudden assault. He tensed and nearly shoved Demon away instinctively. He forced himself to relax, he had promised Demon anything.
Demon pulled his lips away to trail them down Deans neck. He stopped where his neck met his collar bone and gave a rough bite, making Dean groan painfully and lean away.
Demon snickered. "Guess that masochistic side of you is gone now that I'm out, huh?"
Dean hadn't noticed it before but Demon was right. Pain no longer turned him on. "So that makes you a masochist and a sadist."
Demon ran his hand down Deans back slowly as he gently nipped under his ear. "Yup. Add psychopath to that and you've got the fucked up trifecta, aka me."
Demon smirked when Dean moaned softly in response to the nip. So he still liked pain, just not nearly as much as he used to. Demon ran his other hand down Deans chest and stomach, pausing when he felt the mans hard on.
Deans eyes widened as he grabbed Demons wrist. "Whoa, hold on! Kissing is one thing, Demon..."
Demon rolled his eyes. "You're really gonna play hard to get? I thought that was a chick thing."
"Demon..." Dean growled warningly.
Demon snapped his fingers, pinning Deans arms to the car. Unlike before, he focused on keeping Deans arms there so he wasn't able to escape, not easily anyway.
"Demon!" Dean snapped as he felt his zipper being pulled open.
Demon paused. "Tell me why you supposedly don't want this, Dean-O, and if I believe you I'll stop."
"How about it's wrong? You're me for fucks sake!"
Demon barked out a laugh. "Don't act as if you've never jerked off. That's all this is, dude. With benefits."
"Don't bullshit me, it ain't the same and you damn well know it!"
"We aren't siblings, if that's what you're getting at. I'm not even sure our blood is the same since I'm more demonic and you're more human." Demon slipped his hand inside Deans jeans and grabbed his dick. He gently started rubbing circles on it as it hardened in response. "Try again."
Dean moaned and laid his head back against the car. He tried to think of another reason, any reason, why this wasn't good as he felt his eyes flash black from arousal. He tried to come up with any reason he didn't want this. He groaned softly when Demon slowly stroked him from base to tip and back again. "Fuck, Demon." He moaned.
Demon snapped his fingers with his free hand, releasing Dean. "That's my boy." he praised.
Dean snaked his hands under Demons shirt, feeling his abs before going for Demons belt.
Demon snarled aggressively and snapped his fingers, pinning Deans arms against the car again.
"Really?" Dean snapped.
Demon removed his hand from the mans pants and pressed himself against Dean. "You know better." He growled.
Dean yanked himself out of the hold and pinned Demon against the car. "You forget I'm not submissive."
Demon snarled and pinned Dean on his back against the hood of the car. "You forget I'm stronger."
Dean grabbed Demons shirt and yanked him closer. "You forget that doesn't apply to me."
Demon smiled. "Damn you're fun." He pressed his hips against Deans, rubbing their denim clad erections together.
Dean quickly rolled them over. He used his powers to help keep Demon pinned to the car.
Demon snarled, his eyes turning red. "You're pushing it, Dean."
"What's wrong? Don't trust me?"
"Fuck no, I don't!" Demon growled before shoving Dean off of him. He slowly circled Dean before the man copied his actions. "So, how is this gonna work? I'm an alpha in the sack, you're an alpha in the sack. Someone's gotta be submissive, Deana."
"This is what I was afraid of. I ain't being a bottom, Demon. No fucking way." Dean shook his head.
Demon paused his pacing and smirked when Dean did the same. He pulled his shirt off and slowly stalked towards Dean. "Let's just see how it plays out, shall we?" he whispered when he was nose to nose with Dean.
"Sounds good to me." Dean growled before softly pressing his lips against Demons.
Demon smirked before grabbing Deans hair and yanking his head back to deepen the kiss. He yanked Deans pants down to his knees and roughly grabbed the mans cock.
Dean jumped and bit Demons lip roughly. "Watch it, blondie." He breathed when he pulled away.
Demon snickered. "That's right, I forgot your dick is a sensitive little thing now."
Dean gave him a nasty look.
"Joking, Dean, joking." He gently massaged and stroked Dean. "You aren't little, not even close."
"You better be fucking joking, bitch." Dean groaned.
Demon stroked Dean for several minutes, kissing and nipping at his neck and chest. He growled when he heard Deans heart and breathing rise.
He nipped Deans ear and gave him one rough stroke. "That's it, Dean." He whispered in the mans ear.
Dean groaned as he came, staring into Demons black eyes.
Demon gave a cocky smirked as he yanked Deans pants back up. "Still think that was wrong?"
Dean shrugged as he zipped his pants up. "We're demon hybrids, what the fuck isn't wrong?"
Demon clapped him on the shoulder. "That's my boy."
Dean glared at him. " Don't patronize me. I ain't your bitch."
Demon snorted. "You wish, baby."
"Demon... " Dean growled warningly.
"Chill, DEAN." He laughed. "I need a beer." He said seriously before walking to the house, Dean behind him. They froze when they saw Sam sitting in a chair in the kitchen, beer in hand.
"Have fun, guys?" Sam smirked knowingly.
"Fuck." Dean mumbled.
"Yes, we did. Well... Kinda." Demon chuckled. He pulled a beer out of the fridge and sat across from Sam. "Enjoy the show?"
"Seriously?!" Dean snapped, glaring at Demon, who smirked in amusement and shrugged in response.
Sam and Demon both stared at Dean, making him uncomfortable. "What the hell are you two staring at me for?"
"Don't know about Sam but for me it's fun watching you squirm." Demon said before sipping his beer.
Sam snorted in amusement. "I'm just surprised, I guess. First you hate Demon and now you're screwing him on the hood of your car. It's kinda funny."
"We didn't have sex." Dean snapped defensively.
"Honestly, stud, I don't think Dean and I could ever actually have sex. He's dominant and I'm dominant when it comes to fucking. There's no way it'd work, we'd end up killing each other."
Dean grabbed a beer and joined them at the table.
Sam narrowed his eyes. "So... Does that mean I'm submissive?"
"Oh yeah." Demon took another swig of his beer, staring at Sam.
Sam sighed before he laughed. "That's just great. A submissive living with two dominants."
"Sounds like the plot of a fucking fantastic porno." Demon said seriously.
"How the hell can I be submissive? I'm a hunter for fucks sake!"
Demon snorted in amusement. He stood up and walked behind Sam, placing his hands on either side of him. He leaned over him and whispered in his ear, "What's the matter? Don't like being my bitch?"
Sam flinched and whined softly, the feeling of Demon over him, surrounding him, along with that word was beyond triggering.
"Demon... " Dean warned.
Demon snaked his arm around Sam's stomach and forced him to stand, shoving the chair away. "Remember, think of NOW. Not THEN." He whispered before rubbing his hands over Sam's chest.
Sam panted slightly and did as he was told. He focused on what Demons hands were doing and jumped when Demon ran a hand over his nipple.
"Easy, bitch." Demon whispered when Sam pushed against him.
Sam barely had time to flinch before Demon started rubbing his denim covered crotch. He groaned when Demon gently squeezed him there.
"That's it, relax. Good boy."
Sam didn't even react to the once triggering words. He moaned when Demon unzipped his pants and gripped his dick firmly. "You're my bitch, Sam. Whether you like it or not."
Sam had no time to react before Demon gave him a rough stroke, forcing a moan from him. His knees shivered at the ecstasy.
"Tell me, my little bitch. You like positive reinforcement now? Or still think it's degrading?" Demon rasped in his ear before giving Sam another rough stroke.
"It fucking rocks." Sam groaned, bucking his hips against Demons hand.
Demon smirked. "That's what I thought. Good boy." He brought his other hand to Sam's throat and squeezed. "This triggering?"
Sam shook his head as Demon continued rubbing him, gently now. "No."
"Good." He loosened his hand around Sam's throat. Demon chuckled when Sam grabbed his hand and groaned in frustration. "No hands, stud. Behave."
"Fuck that, harder damn it!" He growled.
Demons eyes hardened before he stopped stoking Sam. He squeezed Sam's throat again and yanked his head back. "Watch it, bitch. I don't have a high tolerance for bad boys."
Sam swallowed against the tightness on his throat. "Am I supposed to say 'Yes master' now?" He mocked.
Demon turned Sam around and shoved him on the table before he straddled the hunter. He glared into Sam's eyes. "You're pushing it, bitch."
Sam groaned in frustration before he grabbed Demons shirt and tugged the man in for a frantic kiss.
Demon smirked and snaked his hand over Sam's waist to rest over his open zipper, teasing the hunter.
Sam pushed his hips against Demons hand. He broke the kiss briefly to whisper, "C'mon Demon. Please?"
Demon nipped at Sam's lips and shoved his hand into Sam's pants to grip his dick firmly, giving Sam several rough strokes.
Sam groaned in pleasure, digging his nails into Demons bare shoulders.
"Come now, stud." Demon groaned before biting Sam's jugular hard.
Sam moaned loudly as he obeyed.
Demon ran a loving hand through Sam's hair. "Good boy." He kissed under Sam's ear and bit his ear lobe before pushing himself off of Sam and sitting in the chair next to Dean.
Demon smirked when he noticed Deans hard on. "Like what you saw?"
Dean swallowed. "You were so right about the porno thing."
Demon laughed and took a big swig of his beer as Sam finally sat up and got off the table. "Good thing this table's strong."
Dean smirked. "Actually, it's not. I kinda helped you out there." He snapped his fingers, releasing his supernatural support from the table. A huge crack appeared down the center of it.
Demon narrowed his eyes at Dean. "Does that count as a threesome?"
Sam and Dean laughed.
"I'm gonna count it." Demon declared before finishing his beer.