Chapter 2: Locked Out

Balthazar could still taste Sam on his lips. His tongue slid over his lower lip and he exhaled. Sam tasted superbly. It had been a while since he felt that erotic thrill and Sam Winchester gave him more than he anticipated.

He had only wanted to poke the sleeping dragon with that little kiss. Then when he tasted the fire, Balthazar realized very quickly that he wanted much more. So he took it. He got a nice hard punch first, a little snap of the dragon's teeth but after that, the dragon yielded and let Balthazar taste.

Now Sam looked fit to be tied. Balthazar grinned mischievously. He hadn't expected Sam to respond to the kiss so when he did, Balthazar almost lost himself in it. Tasting the hot warmth of his mouth, feeling his hard muscular body pressed against his own, insistent and aroused.

And was darling Sammy aroused Balthazar thought, remembering the long, throbbing cock in his hand. That was hot, Balthazar realized, still feeling the aftershocks of their torrid, frantic kisses. Sam too looked quiet rattled and probably still aroused. Balthazar did give him a rather good rub and tug through the pants, to leave any man wanting more.

Sam shrugged out of Balthazar hold and walked a few paces forward. They were in front of a storage locker facility. It was filled with rows of storage containers. All locked and sealed shut from the outside world. Balthazar took a breath, trying to regain his sense of balance and strode forward to the container that was sealed from him. Time for business, he told himself.

"Those imbeciles had the bright idea to store the stone in this horrid place. I had to search high and low. Luckily, I eventually found it." Balthazar walked to a storage locker that looked identical to all the surrounding ones. "It wasn't hard to miss…" He glared at it, the bright neon lights of the symbols glowed tauntingly at him. The symbols covered it entirely. It stood out like a sinful hooker in church. The amount of flare the hunters had decorated the outside with seemed almost laughable to him, even though only angels could see it, it was clear that they didn't want Balthazar getting his hands on the stone.

"They obviously had help by some demon or witch- I don't know nor, frankly care. All I want is to get in." Balthazar couldn't get it without help and he needed to get that stone back as soon as possible.

Sam glanced around it, unimpressed. "I don't have any of my tools or…."

Balthazar stopped him by holding up the key to the storage locker. Sam titled his head, surprised, "Seriously?"

"You underestimate me Sam," Balthazar tossed him the key. "Don't." Balthazar winked at him.

Sam's warm brown eyes turned cold. "I could easily still say no to all this."

"But you won't." He replied confidently.

"You're lucky we made an agreement earlier, Balthazar." Sam said, taking a threatening step towards him, "after what you did- we wouldn't be talking right now."

Balthazar felt the threat down to his bones. Sam was a dangerous hunter. He'd seen it and knew it. However, Balthazar couldn't help himself. He wanted to poke the dragon once again, "You're absolutely right…" a sultry smile formed on his lips, his eyes gazing at him hungrily. "We'd be on your bed, fucking senselessly."

Sam took an instinctive step back, jaw clenching furiously and eyes turning bright with the sudden desire. But Sam looked away from Balthazar, focusing on the storage container in front of him. Balthazar saw how his shoulders tensed and his body became ridge as stone. The dragon was resisting. Except he already shown how much he wanted the same thing and Balthazar felt his gut tighten and the floor tilt.

Sam wanted him. The idea was very pleasing. He even felt his vessel's body warm and a shiver tingle up his spine. Interesting, Balthazar thought, as Sam knelt and slipped the key into the lock and twisted.

The rest of the day should be quiet a ride. If Balthazar had more time, he would gladly return to Sam's motel room and finish what they started. Too bad he had to run off, they could have one hell of a night.

The storage lock clanged open and Sam, using his thick, muscled arms lifted the heavy metal door. Balthazar instantly felt the jolt of electricity bolt through his body. He wavered. Sam noticed this and stopped before entering the storage locker.

"What's wrong?" Sam asked in concern.

Balthazar's eyes were locked on the symbol on the floor. Another anti-angel symbol- except his one was so powerful it could send him off to oblivion with one touch. "Sorry Sammy- you're on your own. I can't go in. The wonder twins have made quiet a room of anti-angel symbols in there. You'll have to get the stone for me."

Sam hesitated, "How would Walt and Roy even know how to use these symbols, let alone use them?"

Balthazar leaned back on his heels, contemplating the same thing. "Your guess is as good as mine," he said indifferently.

Sam studied him through narrow eyes, "I doubt that."

Balthazar smiled cryptically, "Go fetch my stone, Sammy."

"Don't call me that," he shot back before stepping into the storage locker alone.

TBC