Chapter 6: Ready for the Heat

Sam wavered slightly when they landed in Balthazar hotel suite. He knew that some humans didn't take to traveling with angels well. However, Sam seemed to be managing the weird sensations of flying, if just barely.

Balthazar didn't waste a second with the time allotted to him. He had only a night to spend with the hunter and knew he had to clean up a bit to be presentable for the night's festivities.

The suite was flourished with expensive furnishing and polished silver. It had the air of royalty and wealth to it which was why Balthazar selected it in the first place. Plus the view. The room came with a walkout balcony which viewed a long narrow street below. A quaint café sat nestled in the corner of the street, along with a few random shops for tourists as it eventually spilled out to the main streets of Pairs, France. Balthazar sighed contentedly when he was able to glance over his shoulder and see the Eiffel tower gleaming in illumination from the windows.

Now he got to share this all with Sam. He vaguely wondered if the hunter had ever been to Pairs before.

Ignoring the flutter of excitement curling in his belly, Balthazar strode confidently over to the luxurious bathroom with a large tub and shower. He slipped off his black, now ruined, blazer and placed it over a table that sat near the opened balcony window doors. He peeled off his grey v-neck shirt over his head and tossed it in the trash bin. It had been a favorite but he seriously doubted the blood would wash out.

"What are you doing?" Sam asked hollowly from behind him.

"Taking a shower," he quipped back, unbuckling his belt.

"Can't you just zap yourself clean?"

That made him pause as he finally looked over his shoulder to Sam, slowly smiling. "I can…" he drawled out, wondering if this was an innocent question or if Sam was just anxious to get in bed. "…If you want me to."

Sam paused unsure, and then a light of understanding clicked on in his eyes. His hands rose up in a defensive gesture, "I just wanted to know. Cas is always also so immaculate. I mean, I dunno how angels work- maybe you're different. That's why I asked."

Balthazar shrugged, "What can I say? I like how a shower feels on my skin."

Sam's whole body tensed at this and he glanced around the room, avoiding eye contact. "Do you have anything to drink here?"

He nodded, slightly amused at his obvious nerves. "Over by the window. There's a fully stocked bar. Indulge yourself. I'll be out in a few minutes."

Balthazar sincerely hoped Sam had a drink. He needed it. He tried not to dwell on how nervous he seemed as he flicked the taps of the shower and let the steaming hot water fill his senses. Stripping out the remainder of his bloodied, filthy torn clothes, Balthazar stepped under the spray and sighed. The water felt glorious. It ran down his body and over his beaten and bruised skin.

He placed a hand over his side where the wound was and healed it. It had stung painfully when Virgil stabbed him. He didn't want to worry Sam that it had been an angel blade he'd been stabbed with, so he wasn't even sure his angel abilities could heal the wound. But it did. Balthazar leaned a heavy hand against the bathroom tiles, the relief overwhelming. He took an extra second to heal a few bruises and scrapes he collected during the fight as well.

Close call, he told himself and tried not to think about it. Besides, he had a handsome hunter waiting for him in the next room. Balthazar finished by washing his hair and body. Dirty brown water, mixed with blood, circled the drain.

Once he was fully soaped and showered Balthazar turned off the taps and grabbed a robe from the bathroom hanger. It was cotton and plush, feeling lovely against his wet skin. He pulled it closed with the sash and headed out to join Sam.

Sam stood on the balcony, overlooking the amazing sights of Pairs at night. Balthazar noticed the glass in his hand and one sitting besides him. He smiled softly, liking the idea of Sam pouring him a drink. Not dwelling on the intimacy of the gesture, Balthazar walked out barefoot and damp hair, to be with him.

"Incredible view," Sam commented when he retrieved the glass on the edge of the balcony wall and handed it to Balthazar.

"Quite," he replied, his eyes briefly surveying the landscape before returning to the man before him. "Have you ever been to Pairs before?"

Sam chuckled more to himself, "No. The closest I ever got was from what I saw on television. Never in person." His warm brown eyes kept drifting over the streets and to the tower in the near distance. "I always wanted to come here."

Balthazar saw the play of emotions cross his face- hurt, regret, joy, excitement. So much and yet, none of it mattered. "Glad I could give you this then," he said softly before taking a sip from his glass.

"I would've never guessed you were a romantic, Balthazar." Sam commented.

"I never figured you were in to blonds."

When Sam stilled, Balthazar half tempted to shove the glass into his mouth. He just always had to ruin the moment with his big, fat mouth. Bloody hell, he thought when Sam pivoted on his heel and glared at him suspiciously. Balthazar had seen the girl from earlier that night- but not fleeing from the motel room. He'd seen her at the bar with Sam.

He went there first, expecting to find Sam and Dean, to warn them both. Except when he saw how cozy Sam was becoming with the blond, Balthazar felt his blood run cold. Jealously had not been his thing, so when Balthazar felt it for the first time staring at that whorish blond making sexual come-ons to Sam, he wanted to pull her hair out and zap her to the bowels of the Grand Canyon.

Yet it wasn't just her obvious sexual cues, it was Sam's. His eyes were heavy lidded and his smile sensual as he trailed his hand over her curvy ass. That sharp pang of jealousy twisted inside him. It felt hard and unpleasant. Their relationship was only business, he knew that. But something had happened in the course of a few days that made him believe that there might be more between them. Apparently not, he thought and vanished from the bar, the jealously eating him alive.

Balthazar spent the next half hour hunting Virgil. Finally, frustrated and unable to find him, he returned to Sam's motel. Right as he appeared in the parking lot, he saw Sam's massive body being thrown through the window. He knew instantly that only an angel could have the ability to through a human like Sam out of a plate glass window.

Now Balthazar decided why not shove his whole foot in his mouth, he wouldn't be getting out of hot water any time soon with the hunter. "If you wanted a hot blond Sam- I could've given you one," he said in a sultry tone, moving towards him on the private balcony.

Sam shifted away, "How'd you know she was a blond?"

"I know your type, darling."

Sam didn't seem convinced, "Have you been spying on me?"

Balthazar stopped edging closer and rolled his eyes, exasperated. "No- my life doesn't revolve around you honey. I had just learned that Virgil was possibly after you so I popped in at the bar. I figured you would be there with your brother. But you weren't. You were with a rather attractive female, feeling up on her ass." Balthazar wanted to stomp on his tongue when he wasn't able to hold back the venom from his tone.

"I was not…" Sam he began than suddenly reeled back as if hit between the eyes. His gaze came down in a new light on Balthazar. "You were jealous."

"Please," he waved his glass indignantly at him. "Don't be dramatic."

"Admit it, Balthazar." Sam stepped closer to him- face intent and determined. "You were jealous. You wanted to be the one I was touching…"

The heat from Sam's body was unnerving. He didn't like being cornered and with a hunter bearing down on him. Balthazar met Sam's dark brown eyes and felt the heat begin to build and sizzle between them.

He moved without thinking as he crushed Sam against him. Not wanting to admit that he was jealous to the point of reckless. And that he had despised himself for having such a weak emotion.

A groan escaped the back of his throat as his mouth found Sam's, hard and aching. Something broke inside him when he felt Sam's fingers dig into the back of his neck and propel his body forward with his strong arms. He felt suddenly weak at the knowledge that he wanted this too. Sam wanted him. Or at least wanted this, which Balthazar would give happily.

Their bodies slammed together, insistent and needy. Frantic and passionate. He tasted faintly of whiskey and smelled musky and male. Balthazar pulled away to trail kisses down his face to his neck and soak in the scent of Sam as he tongued and bit his earlobe. Sam panted heavily between them, his hands reaching out to touch and take. His hands traveled and gripped with both hands Balthazar's ass. A weak grunt escaped his lips. A warm breath came out against Sam's neck.

Sam cupped his ass fondly. "It was this ass I was thinking off earlier, Balthazar… not hers." He said in a husky, aroused voice.

Balthazar felt his heart tighten unexpectedly as Sam's lips captured his for a deep and thorough kiss, as if he wanted to imprint himself onto him. His dragon had finally yielded and he was more than ready for the heat.

He sighed against his mouth, his erection beginning to throb between his thighs. He felt Sam press upwards and greet his arousal. The both gasped, clutching each other as their hips moved and the friction built.

Sam slipped a warm, calloused hand between them and released the knot on Balthazar's robe, letting it fall open, to reveal his hard, stiff cock and muscled body. The hunter's eyes gazed over him. Stark need filled those beautiful eyes as enjoyed Balthazar's naked form. Sam pulled him close letting his naked flesh touched his clothed. He gritted his teeth from the heat and the new sensation.

Sam's hand moved inside the robe cup his ass once again, but this time urgently pressing his own erection into his. Balthazar groaned loudly, not caring how wanton it sounded. "Sam…" he called out when the hunter began kissing him again. "Bed… you… now." He panted out through kisses. Sam nodded, lips still seeking his.

As Sam began moving backwards to the open doors of the balcony, Balthazar realized it would take too bloody long to get to the bed. So he teleported them to the bed. Sam's knees hit the back of it and he fell.

Sam let out a surprised noise as he also realized the angel had zapped his clothes away. Balthazar saw the cool smirk on Sam's handsome face as he tossed his robe to the side and joined him on the bed. They met with the same ferocity and passion they had on the balcony. Both needing and wanting the same thing. Each other.

Balthazar stroked his body up and down Sam's heavily muscled chest, loving the sounds coming from his lips. He wanted Sam to continue groaning and whimpering, it turned him on. His cock was on the need of bursting.

They devoured one another. Neither submitting nor winning in their heated battle of lovemaking. Sam suddenly roughly grabbed Balthazar and yanked his body upwards, their cocks brushing, skin to skin. Balthazar gasped, his fingers digging into his shoulders, his hips bucking and riding the heat between them. Sam clamped his hands down over his hips, letting him grind on top of him.

The building in Balthazar cock was unbearable. His need to release was so tantalizingly close. Sam maneuvered him again, this time his precum slicken cock pushed under him and into the crevasse of his butt. Balthazar almost burst then, his cock tightening as he whispered, "Yes…yes…"

Sam didn't need consent as he entered into the angel. It was slow and unsure at first. Balthazar had never done this and expected Sam hadn't either. But when the wonderful friction began to build with each slow thrust, they both succumbed to it. The rush to release built inside him with each push into him, until he thought he could no longer bear it. Yet he waited until Sam's breathing became hard and labored against him, waiting to see the change of the sudden need on his face before he allowed himself to give in.

Balthazar watched in awe as Sam cried out, leg muscles tense, cock slamming one last time into him as they both came at the same time. The eruption came in hard waves that made him jerk uncontrollably as he clutched himself to Sam. He felt Sam's strong arms engulf him as he too gasped out.

Balthazar felt his whole body hum in delightful release as his body slowly began to relax on top of his hot, damp chest. Loving the feel of the hunter beneath him and still lingering inside him. Sam's breath came out in choppy, short huffs as he rolled to the side and removed himself from Balthazar.

Unable to stop touching him, Balthazar reached out and stroked a fallen strand of hair away from Sam's face.

"Admit it, Balthazar…" Sam said in a mischievous whisper, his eyes light with a playfulness he had never seen from him before.

Balthazar cocked an eyebrow, pretending ignorance, "What?"

"You were jealous."

He sighed into his pillow, not wanting to admit his moment of weakness. "Fine- you win. I was obscenely jealous."

Sam smirked in triumph. Balthazar countered, "I wanted to whack you over the head too."

He snorted and grabbed him, pulling him close into an embrace. "I'd like to see you try."

Balthazar felt the laughter spill out of him as he felt Sam's warm kisses on the side of his neck.

They made love several more times that night. Sam usually was the aggressor which surprised and excited him. He enjoyed the dominate Sam. Now, Balthazar walked naked in the bedroom to the mini-bar and poured himself a drink. The sun was beginning to rise over the serene streets of Pairs.

Balthazar picked up his discarded robe by the bed. Sam was sound asleep, utterly exhausted and spent. They had worn each other out. If Balthazar had been able to sleep as a human he would be curled up alongside his hunter, sleeping peacefully. Instead he stared at him a moment longer, relishing the sight of him in his bed. An odd feeling of happiness bubbled up in his chest, making him feel giddy and almost lightheaded. This new emotion was all because of the man before him.

He sighed, not sure how to react to these new feelings. He decided to let himself enjoy the giddiness as he walked out to the balcony, letting the brisk morning air fill his lungs and clear his mind. The scent of coffee and fresh pastries began to filter upwards toward him from the café below. Maybe he would go fetch Sam a French bagel and coffee. He'd probably like that, Balthazar thought. He polished off his own drink and zapped Sam's clothes back, folding them on the bedside chair and leaving them there for him when he woke.

Balthazar dressed in a new white v-neck shirt and black blazer, with fancy labels. He usually never wore this jacket. It was rather nice and quite expensive. But today, he felt like dressing up a bit. He pulled it on with a pair of dark jeans and his leather boots. He grabbed his necklace off the bedside table. Sam had taken it off him sometime last night. It had been an incredibly sexy moment. He used his mouth, sucking and kissing and… Balthazar shivered at the thought and put his necklace back on as his eyes surveyed Sam's naked form.

Damn, he was beautiful. His heart felt light as he vanished from the spot, wanting to get his morning breakfast to surprise him. He strutted down the cobblestone of the street and into the homey café. A beautiful dark haired woman greeted him on entrance. It was still early so not too many patrons had come in yet. She smiled and he couldn't help the smile pull on his own lips at her.

He asked for a toasted bagel and hot coffee in French. She complied with a smile, eyeing him with clear appreciation for his French, probably able to tell he was English- or at least his vessel. A few moments later, brown bag in hand with a fresh, hot bagel and coffee Balthazar strode back onto the street and up towards the hotel. Glancing both ways to make sure there were no on-lookers, he vanished and returned to the balcony of his room.

He walked through the open doors and into the room, eyeing the bed. When he didn't see Sam, his heart rate tripled, almost choking him. He set down the breakfast and strode over to the empty bed, sheets tangled and messy. Suddenly he heard the shower tap come to life in the bathroom. A sigh of relief filled him and he shook off his silly feeling of panic.

He turned and thought of surprising Sam in the shower. Suddenly two large hands shot out and grabbed him around the throat, choking the breath from his body. His eyes shot up to meet black, angry eyes blazing down on him.

"Virgil…" he hissed out as the angel dug his thumbs painfully into his throat. Balthazar struggled against the hold, wishing he had stabbed Virgil through the heart when he had the chance. His mind briefly thought of Sam- vulnerable and unaware of the danger. He didn't want Sam to get hurt, not again, not for him. He had to finish what he started with Virgil.

And he would have to fight him again and this time- to the death.

TBC