Chapter 7: Beware the Dragon

The hot spray of the shower felt more than welcoming. Sleep still lingered in his brain. He titled his face up to the water, loving the feel of it cascading down his body. Wow- he thought, what a night. Never in his life had he experienced a night like that. So hot, so passionate, so wild… so loving. He paused while running his hands through his hair. Everything they did together felt earth-shattering now. The kisses alone where mind numbing and soul wrenching. Yet when their bodies came together, it was perfect.

Balthazar had been giving, so damn giving that Sam had forgotten that he held a powerful, warrior in his arms. All Sam did was take, over and over. It was as if he couldn't get enough of the angel's touch, skin, mouth, cock, hands, taste… everything Sam consumed and devoured. And Balthazar let him. He'd been greedy. Maybe because he had wanted the angel so badly that it burned right through him and he had to fill the hole that Balthazar created within him.

Sam sighed heavily, water dripping over his face. How many times last night did he look in those clear blue eyes and feel his heart unravel? By their third time, they were slow and gentle with one another. He remembered his hands digging into Balthazar's back, riding him upwards with agonizingly slow thrusts, feeling the angel groan against his neck. How Balthazar moved and captured his lips against his while Sam kept moving slowly inside him. Balthazar kissed him unbearably tender, Sam's heart rocketing up in his chest. He whimpered when Sam began to pick up his pace. His mouth clung to him, gasping and writhing. He recalled with perfect clarity those beautiful, captivating blue eyes staring down at him. It had been so intimate and affectionate.

Somewhere, deep inside himself, Sam felt something he had not felt in a long time. Love. Once he recognized that emotion with Balthazar in his arms, instead of pulling away and running, Sam felt his cock ache deliciously. The angel gasped against him when Sam's cock swelled even more, and cried out his name when he pounded into him until bursting.

The angel didn't fall away as expected instead he touched his warm forehead into Sam's sweaty brow. They stayed like that for a long time, without saying a word.

Sam hadn't realized in that moment how much they had shared in that intimacy. Now standing naked in the shower, he placed a wet hand over his heart. He felt a smile tug at his lips as he finished washing and got out of the shower. He redressed in his jeans, deciding to go commando instead of dawning old boxers and took one of Balthazar's black v-neck shirt from his closet earlier and put it on. It felt a little snug since Balthazar was slightly leaner than Sam, who held his bulk in his chest. But it worked.

While running the towel through his wet hair, he smelled coffee and some type of bread. His stomach grumbled demandingly and he smiled. Balthazar had gotten him breakfast, that's why he woke up to an empty room this morning. Tossing the towel on the floor, Sam walked barefoot out into the room. He noted the brown bag and coffee on the table but no Balthazar. The room was empty.

He picked up the bag and saw a toasted bagel inside. He felt like Dean all of the sudden, thinking with his stomach, rather than his brain first. "Balthazar," he called out, snagging the bagel anyway and taking a quick bite.

No response. Frowning, Sam chomped on the bread and walked through the room. Nothing was out of place, everything seemed fine… his eyes fell on a chair that had been knocked over. His frown deepened and he no longer felt hungry. He picked up the chair and saw his jacket, which he set there last night, was beneath it. He picked up his jacket and searched the pockets. The murky white stone sat in the palm of his hand.

Balthazar wouldn't vanish without the stone. So where was he? Sam walked over to the bag, tossed the remaining bagel inside and pocketed the stone. A growing weariness built inside him. Maybe there was something on his phone? He removed the phone from his jacket about to check it when a flapping of wings sounded and Balthazar stumbled forward from the balcony.

He was breathless and looked disoriented and slightly crazed. When his gaze swung to him and his mouth tightened into a grim line, "Sam…"

"Balthazar- what's going on?" He asked alarmed by his disheveled appearance.

"There's no time… we have to…" before he could get the next words out, another sound of flapping wings echoed around them. Balthazar suddenly flew backwards, hit the window of the door and out onto the balcony. He cursed loudly, getting to his feet. Sam swung around to see Virgil looming behind him, his face hard as stone.

The glinting steel of his angel blade was gripped in his hand.

"Sam- run!" Balthazar shouted, but it was too late. Virgil already engaged Sam in attack. The monstrous angel swung the lethal blade at him. Sam ducked backwards and came up with a hard right hook. The angel didn't even flinch. Sam's hand stung with unimaginable pain. It felt like he just hit a brick wall.

Virgil sneered and hit Sam hard across the face, unable to dodge this blow, he took the hit. The force of the impact rattled him. Sam stumbled to his knee and Virgil took the opportunity to slam his knee up and collide it under his jaw.

"No!" Balthazar yelled, bringing Sam out of his daze as he fell backwards and landed on the hotel carpet.

Sam glanced at the steel of the blade and his heart plummeted when Balthazar charged at Virgil in his fury. The fastest way to get killed was by attacking in anger. Sam rolled to his side, cheek and jaw throbbing as he got to his feet.

The two angels' grappled. Blow after powerful blow was delivered. If Sam took another hit like that to the face, he'd probably be dead. Virgil swung his blade again and swiped Balthazar across his arm. Blood seeped out of the wound and a weird light flickered briefly from it.

Sam recognized that light. It was the same piercing white light that showed before an angel died. His heart raced and his mind rebelled at the thought of seeing that light come from Balthazar. Not him. Not his angel.

Feeling a control wash over him, Sam moved toward Virgil, knowing his only advantage would be to knock him off balance and hope he dropped the weapon. He came at him in a run and dove feet first, as if sliding into a base in a baseball game, aiming for his feet. It worked. Virgil toppled to the floor, his blade falling from his hand and out the open balcony doors.

Balthazar ran at Virgil, trying to keep him off balance but Virgil rolled and swung a hand in the air, tossing Balthazar to the side of the room with his abilities. Balthazar hit the wall with a thud, pictures rattling and falling to the ground. The angel slumped ungraciously to the floor, limp.

Virgil got to his feet as Sam raced out to the balcony doors for the blade. He gripped the handle in time for Virgil to appear in the open balcony doors.

He held the blade out and ready. He would kill this son-of-bitch, he promised himself. Panting, sweat dripping down his forehead- he waited for the powerful, lethal angel to attack.

"Give me the stone, hunter," Virgil said in a throaty voice.

Sam stared at him, suddenly feeling the heaviness of the stone in his jeans. He pulled it out, holding the murky white stone in his hands. Virgil's eyes danced in a malicious glee.

Suddenly Balthazar stood behind Virgil, his eyes locked onto Sam and then to the stone.

Virgil snarled and reached out with a mighty fist, as Sam tossed the stone over the angel's shoulder to Balthazar. He snagged it midair and held it out in front of him. Virgil spun on his heels, alarmed.

"Ciao, Virgil," Balthazar said harshly as he harnessed the stone's power and Virgil's body tensed. Instantly, his body began to turn to the same white murky stone and crumble to dust. His clothes and a dusty ash were all that was left Virgil.

Sam finally was able to let out a relieved sigh as he dropped the blade and leaned heavily against the balcony railing. Balthazar stepped over the pile of ash and went to him, his face etched with concern. Sam was about to say something when he suddenly realized the pain he felt when trying to open his mouth. He cringed and his eyes watered as the devastating pain slammed into him. He must have been in shock, plus the adrenaline from the fight made his pain receptors shut off.

Now with the fight over and his heartbeat tapering down to normal rhythm, he realized Virgil had broken his jaw.

Balthazar reached for him, hands clasping around his face. "Sam… I'm so sorry." He said as sudden warmth came from his hands and the instant relief felt so good, Sam knees gave out from under him. Balthazar caught him easily, pulling him close to his own body.

Those brilliant blue eyes sparkled in the sunlight of Paris. "That went rather well, I think." Balthazar commented lazily, his fingers running through Sam's hair.

"You wouldn't be saying that if your jaw had been broken." He grumbled trying to pull himself together.

"Ouch, I know. I heard the crack when he hit you, the bastard." His dark gaze went over to the ashes that were once Virgil. "I was surprised you got back to your feet so quickly, Sam."

He shrugged, "I was more concerned with you and the dagger Virgil had gunnin' for you."

"Aw- my hero." He said teasingly.

Sam shoved him, and Balthazar laughed. When they got back up to their feet, they both stepped over the dust pile and closed the balcony doors on it.

"Too bad I don't have a broom and dustpan." Balthazar muttered taking off his blazer. "This was brand new…" he groaned, holding it up and frowning at the hole.

"I could probably fix that," Sam commented as he sat down at the table and taking out his cold bagel.

"Really?" Balthazar asked in mild surprise.

"If I can stitch a bloody wound back together without leaving a giant scar, I think I can mend a hole in your jacket, Balthazar." Sam said taking a bite out of the bagel.

Balthazar smiled hesitantly, "Is it all right?" he asked, motioning to the food. "I don't know what you like, so I kind of guessed."

Sam nodded, chewing. Delighted that he could after having a broken jaw less than five minutes ago.

"We can go somewhere nice for dinner I figured. Being in Pairs and all." Balthazar said.

Sam liked that idea. Dinning in Pairs, sipping wine and enjoying the fine life, even for only a moment. It had been so long since Sam felt normal that he was genuinely looking forward to some time to relish just being human. Not some supernatural hunter that tracked down monsters that went bump in the night. He smiled at the thought and polished off his bagel.

"By the way, you look absolutely yummy in my clothes. You should wear them more often," Balthazar said smugly noting the black v-neck shirt Sam had on.

Sam smiled sheepishly, "I wanted to wear something clean…"

"You don't have to explain," the angel said as he walked to him and planted a soft, easy kiss on his lips, as if they had done it a thousand times before. "What I have… is yours', Sam." He whispered against his parted lips.

Sam felt a rush of excitement at his words. He reached out and took his lips again, this time slowly, tenderly, loving… Balthazar's lips trembled against his as he let out a guttural moan when Sam's lips began to devour and dominate.

He breathed in the angel's scent and brought a hand around his neck to deepen the kiss. But Balthazar pulled back, "wait…"

Sam stilled, eyes locked with his, panting heavily, already feeling the stirrings of an erection pushing against the fly of his jeans.

Sam waited for Balthazar to speak. The cool, confident angel he'd come to know and fallen for stood before him, vulnerable and tense.

Balthazar took a deep breath, running a hand through his short blond hair, messing it even more. "I wanna talk about last night…"

Sam stiffened in the chair. A line that started like that never ended well. He cleared his throat and shifted in his seat, not wanting his arousal to interrupt their conversation.

"Sure," he said calmly, trying to not over think the look of panic on Balthazar's face or the sinking feeling in his gut. Sam thought everything about last night was perfect, magical, surreal, and beautiful. But maybe it was one sided? Maybe he'd fallen too soon? Maybe Balthazar wasn't ready?

"I need to say something- before this gets too complicated." Balthazar said, unable to look him in the eyes.

Sam waited. But when the angel said nothing, he grew impatient and stood. "I'm listening, Balthazar."

He took another breath and blurted out, "What is it exactly that you want from me, Sam?"

Sam titled his head up in surprise, unsure of how to respond. "What do you mean?"

"I mean," he hurried out. "Not to sound like the girl or anything. But am I just another notch in the ol'belt? A good lay from time to time?"

"What?" Sam asked, stunned now.

His blue eyes blazed, "I need to know- because when you kiss me like that…" he hesitated, suddenly unsure of himself and looking slightly desperate. "Your kiss… I feel like…" he sighed, frustrated with himself. "I'm falling for you, Sam." Balthazar finally said. The words hung in the air for a second before he spoke again, "no- that's not true. I've already fallen for you. I did sometime last night."

Sam felt immobile. His pulse raced frantically, his heart hammered loudly and his mind buzzed nosily. Yet when he saw the sincerity on Balthazar's handsome features, he read the truth. He loved him. Without a word or another rational thought, Sam reached out and captured Balthazar's face with his hand and pulled him in for a searing kiss.

The angel whimpered as their kiss became so passionate that their teeth clashed, bodies pushed together urgently and they held on to one another as the explosion of heat overcame them. Balthazar felt so right in his arms. So perfect.

Sam moved them to the bed, undressing them both. Hands were everywhere as they pulled and tugged at their clothes. Finally naked and more than ready they fell to the bed. Sam held Balthazar beneath him and their lips sought each other, hard and scorching.

The bulge of Balthazar's cock pressed against his stomach, hot and throbbing. Sam rubbed himself down the length of their bodies until their cocks touched. Balthazar's hips pushed wildly upwards, mouth slightly agape in rapture.

Sam felt the beating of his heart as he wanted the angel to take him. "Balthazar," he whispered, pressing his lips against the shell of his ear. "I want you to take me…" he said gruffly. "Please…"

Balthazar heated gaze unnerved him as the angel suddenly moved, using his angelic strength to take control. Sam felt his cock harden more at the roughness and display of strength from his angel. He flipped Sam easily to his back, on top of him, riding him. Their cocks pressed together as their thick, hard bodies slid and touched over every inch of their flesh. Sam whimpered and began writhing.

Balthazar stroked a hand between them and pulled on both of their arousals together. He gasped, pushing the back of his head into his pillow and thrusting his hips forward. Balthazar maneuvered beneath Sam and placed the head of arousal at the entrance. Sam stilled, breathing labored and constricted with the weight of Balthazar pressed on top of him.

"Are you sure, love…" Balthazar asked, his hot gaze devouring him.

"Yes… now… please…" Sam breathed.

Balthazar abruptly pushed upwards and into him. Sam gasped when Balthazar pulled on his cock between them and pressed his thumb down the slit of his erection. Sam's groan came out into a wanton moan. The angel began to pound into him, hurried and hard. Sam couldn't catch his breath, his body tensing, his willpower and control on the verge of breaking- shattering. Every thrust felt like heaven. Every movement was exhilarating and intoxicating.

Sam gripped the back of Balthazar's neck and kissed him. Teeth clashing, tongues dancing, lips mating. He pulled only inches away as their breath mingled together in their moment of lovemaking. He gasped when Balthazar picked up his speed and his angelic strength began to control him. "Balthazar…" he gasped out frantically, each thrust sending him further and further out into oblivion. "Yes…" he cried and felt the urge to explode when Balthazar's hips reared back and then up in one hard, final stroke almost ripping him apart.

Sam shattered into a million pieces as his body jerked against him. Balthazar experienced his own release, gasping and crying out. Sam grabbed and held tightly to his angel, pulling him close. His heart swelled and his body flushed. He loved him, he knew it with a certainty.

He rolled Balthazar beneath him, eyes gleaming as he stared down at the spent and thoroughly pleased angel. Blue eyes blazed up at him, "you certainly know how to bring an angel to his knees," he said in a husky voice. "We're doing that again… and again." Balthazar said eyes light with playfulness as he stroked a fallen piece of hair behind Sam's ear.

Sam stared down at him and with a soft smile said, "I love you."

Balthazar stared in utter shock and then eyed him askance. "I thought I was going to have to beat it out of you…" he mocked.

Sam elbowed him in the gut. Balthazar let out a breath.

"So am I going to have to provide mind-blowing sex every time I wish to hear you utter those lovely words?" Balthazar teased.

Sam smiled, "Absolutely." Then he leaned down and kissed him slowly. When he pulled back, Balthazar eyes were heavy and lips still parted for more. "Or just a kiss…"

Balthazar smirked and grabbed the back of his neck, pulled him down into a roll on the bed and kissed the heck out of him. Sam's chest rumbled in laughter, vibrating between them. When Balthazar finally pulled away, his face was expectant.

"I love you," Sam said still laughing.

"I love you too, darling." Balthazar suddenly brightened, "We're in Pairs, you know. I think we should take advantage of what this wonderful city has to offer."

Sam cocked an eyebrow as his hand trailed up to cup Balthazar's firm ass, "Really? And what is that?"

Balthazar stilled, eyes narrowing at him as Sam enjoyed the contours of his firm cheeks.

"We can go out dancing, eating… walking under the Eifel tower… oh bloody hell, Sam. You keep that up, you'll never see Pairs."

Sam smirked mischievously, "Who says I wanna see Pairs?"

**I know- it's a bittersweet end! I didn't want it to end either! They are such a fun couple to write. Thanks for all the great feedback! Please comment & review. If you have a request for a future storyline or have an idea u think I can flesh out on paper for you- just let me know! I did this separate story on request to a few Supernatural fans after Sam/Balthazar pairing happened in my story: Tainted Love. So thanks for the inspiration & motivation!

~luv kidneythieves :)