Pure

A/N: This chapter includes graphic non-con -no "apple-pie life" here- you are warned. Btw, I'd love to hear more about what you think, so drop a review if you can.

And special thanks to beta-incredible: OnlyWishedYouKnew

5– When the levee breaks*

"Sam, cut it out, man. What the fuck you're doing?"

"You know what I'm doing… you know it very well. You felt it before and enjoyed it. Oh, you enjoyed it way too much, Dean. I think now it is time for you to feel my side of the action."

"Sammy, stop it!"

But stopping was the last thing Sam wanted to do. He pressed down on his older brother and kept licking the blood drops running on his shoulders.

"Dean, if you only knew this taste! Believe me, you would understand. You taste fucking amazing. Fucking amazing… you hear me, amazing!"

Dean heard him; had heard him the first 100 times. He felt powerless under Sam's weight. He had no idea how it was possible for his younger brother to have so much strength, after weeks of nothing but lying in the bed.

Sam pinned his brother's hands next to his body. His grab was so tight that Dean was sure there would be marks on his wrists. He knew his brother was done with sucking his blood a while ago. There was no way to have that much blood on his body anyway; Sam's mouth was all over his shoulders.

"You remember this position Dean?" Sam continued without waiting him to respond. "Just don't lie to me since I already know the answer. I lived it thanks to your blood; me on top of that blonde cheerleader, you pinning me face down, exactly like this."

Dean knew the position alright; the healer had given him a quick reminder course just past week.

"I know, Dean. I know everything about you. No more secrets between us? I actually know more than I'd like to." He nibbled his brother's ear. "But, there is this thing now... I'm so fucking horny Dean. I'm going crazy! It's been a week, a fucking week! I just can't take it anymore. I'm losing my mind and you're the only reason. I do remember that red-haired waitress, in Wyoming, you know... Man, she could bend! And her mouth on you… I can feel her spit –which tasted like fresh strawberries that you fed her; I know that too- covering my dick, I can feel it right now. She was so… oh, fuck!"

Sam was grinding his prick to his brother's buttocks. His breath was hot; burning Dean's neck.

"I tried Dean, I swear. Hell, I was jerking off every other hour for a week now. But nothing helps, NOTHING! I don't think it'll be over just by myself. It just doesn't feel like how you felt. The way you're pounding them Dean... The way they're screaming your name… The way you poured in them… I gotta feel the same way. It'll be over then. I'm sure it'll be over then. It gotta be..."

Sam was now gnawing on his brother's jaw; his slaver slowly spreading on Dean's face.

"Sammy… Just wait a minute OK? Let me arrange a nice red-hair for you, huh? I know you need to get laid… but… dude! Not with your brother! Come on!"

But Sam kept biting his flesh without even hearing him, soft bites, just enough to leave shallow marks on Dean's skin. Dean saw the delirious look in his brother's eyes; Sam wasn't there. He tried to reach him one more time.

"Sammy, I am gonna bring you the best fucking whore in whole South Dakota, just let me go for a minute. OK?"

"You don't understand… It has to be you, Dean, has to be. Your taste is taking my mind away. The way you smell lying next to me. Do you know how hard it is? Huh? To taste you every fucking day, inhale all the sweet smell of your blood, your body… but not being able to quench the thirst. It just kept growing inside Dean." Sam inhale a long breath in, his nose was grazing over his brother's bloody shoulders. "You are gonna love it, too. I'll make sure of it. I swear it's not gonna be like with dad."

It was then, Dean lost his cool. He panicked. He knew panicking was no help, it would never help; but he could not stop the horror rising inside him.

"Please Sammy… Please…Just listen to me for second…" He was at the edge, losing control of his thoughts.

"But Dean… It's not my idea, remember. It was completely your fantasy. I guess I have to thank dad to make your fantasyland so wicked. Don't you remember how much you were enjoying my pleadings, my screams? I do remember. You were so hard Dean while dry fucking me; while I was begging you to stop, huh? While grasping my hair to press my face to the girl's breasts, remember?"

"Sammy, it wasn't real man. I'd never… Sammy, please… no!" Dean started to beg when he felt his brother's hand unbuttoning his jeans. "Please Sammy…" He had to get the control of himself. He had to pass this horror. It was not a fucking nightmare; he should be able to do something. Dean tried to lift himself, but Sam pressed him down harder. Why was his brother so strong all of a sudden? Actually the real question was why Dean was so weak.

"Pull it together Dean." He begged himself inside. "You know Sam needs you to be strong now. You can't let him do this to you, to himself."

"Shush… I told you… I'm not going to be harsh on you. Not like him, never gonna hurt you like him. I am not doing this to punish you Dean. Not like in your dream either; see I have something to help you." Sam showed the almost-finished cream jar to Dean. "It's gonna be fun. Just relax, OK?"

Dean felt all his power drained from his body. He could not even lift a hand. His worst nightmare was happening all over again. After all these years, he could not believe he was in the same miserable, powerless situation.

"I want you to enjoy it, Dean. I want to see your pleasure too. I love you. I love you so much!" Sam's hands were already between Dean's buttocks. Dean felt the creamy fingers massaging his asshole.

"Don't fight it!" Sam growled. His breath was now short and heavy. He shoved his fingers into the narrow channel while stripping Dean' jeans by using his feet. "Oh Dean, you are so hot in there!" His voice was trembling with ecstasy.

After a while of massaging the hole to prepare it for the ride, Sam finally took his long fingers out of Dean. He lifted himself a little, securing his brothers leg between his own and keeping an arm over his abused arms, single handedly stripped his jeans. He knew he did not have to hold Dean secure. Even if he let him free, Dean could not run away right now. He was stuck in the horrors of his oldest nightmare.

"You know what surprised me most, Dean? The way you were longing for it after it was over. He wasn't looking at you that way anymore; you know, when you finally grew up. But instead of being grateful for your luck, you felt bad. You felt you had lost his loving(!) touch. And this is just disturbing, isn't it…wanting him to touch you again, while being scared to death for the possibility of it. You are a sick boy Dean, very sick…"

"Please…" only thing Dean could say. Together with the terror, the shame he closely knew rose inside Dean. And he lost himself in the very familiar guilt. He knew he deserved it. He deserved everything his brother had planned for him. He was a sick bastard, had a rape fantasy for his baby brother because he was jealous of his happiness away from him, from them! He deserved to be punished… But not by his Sammy… not by him, oh please god, not by him.

Sam slid both of them down on the bed. He was now standing on his feet while pressing Dean's body down to bed.

"Ready Dean?" He asked with an almost cruel smile on his face; watching his brother's body twitching with fear and anxiety. While opening the entrance with one hand, he slid his slippery prick in the hot cavity. He took his time, moved smoothly, savoring each moment. Dean was tight, tighter than anything Sam had experienced. The entrance of his ass was clenching over Sam's prick; not letting him move comfortably.

"Don't be such a tight guy, Dean. You're gonna cause more pain than I intended to" But Sam loved the tightness. He loved it that he had to force himself in. He loved scrapping thorough the gate to reach the soft velvety surface waiting inside. He let himself drift in his brother slowly.

Dean was now crying quietly. His tears were running down to bed, but there was no sound coming out of him. A very familiar situation he was in. He was stripped from his strength together with his clothes, he could not even hope for release. He kept his mouth shot, let his tears run and waited for everything to be over. It would be over, it always had.

After the root of his prick reached to the reddened rim, Sam retracted himself back with relish. Oh, how smoothly he was sliding inside Dean now. The warm, soft walls surrounding him, hugging him… just like in his memory, in Dean's fantasy… just like as Dean had felt while fucking him –OK, imagining it; but the feeling was no different-.

"Oh, Dean this is so good." He said through his clenched jaw. "I hope you started to enjoy yourself too."

Sam kept going in and out of his brother with a slightly increased pace. His hands were now roaming over the young man's body, as if memorizing how each and every muscle twitched under his constant rocking. He let his fingers go over the knife scars, surrounded by his teeth marks. The scars gave him the morbid idea: It was a perfect time to savor a nice drink, to double the pleasure. He reached the blade lying next to the bed; let it wander over his brother's skin for a while.

The cold steel made Dean's body shiver. He realized his situation could get even worse. The hopelessness left its place for alarm. But he could not dare to make any noise.

"I thought you liked playing with blades." Sam smiled. "Don't worry Dean. I'm not gonna cut too deep. Only very little to taste you, to make this moment perfect." Then, he opened a shallow but long cut on his brother's back. A bright, red line was now extending between Dean's shoulders. Without changing his pace, Sam brought his face down to the bloody line; inhaled the sweet smell in. Then, he stuck his tongue out a little and licked a drop. The pleasure made his cock dance inside the tight cacoon. He let himself taste yet another drop; let it swirl in his mouth and without realizing he increased his pumping speed.

"Dean…oh Dean… you have no idea…" He had always loved his big brother; but now he loved him more than he thought it could be even possible. "I love you Dean, I fucking love you."

Dean did not respond. He was busy feeling the massive cock brutalizing his ass… feeling his brother's tongue over his back, his moans in his ears… He knew Sam was not going to leave him easy; he knew in matter of minutes he would start pounding him hard and fast. He was trying to be ready. And the dreaded moment arrived. Sam held his brother's neck down, tight and secure. His other hand was holding tight on his hip. He bit around the bleeding cut and started sucking, while pounding Dean.

Dean was in agony. Sam was chewing the cut on his back; but he could hardly register the pain inflicted by his brother's ruthless teeth. His ass was on fire, torn by the initial ramming. Although he had tried, Sam was not patient enough to prepare his brother's ass adequately for a treatment such as this. Every time Sam was forcing himself deeper, Dean could feel something was ripping apart a little bit more. And every time, Sam was pushing even faster and harder. Dean was not surprised when he felt something warm was dripping between his thighs. He barely found enough strength in him to hope he would not need stitches. He just needed to calm down; try to relax his muscles, try to forget about the pain, try to forget the fact that it was his baby brother who was responsible for the pain… It would be over soon, very soon…

Sam came roaring Dean's name into his ear; filled his brother's ass with his cum. He continued the rocking motion a little longer after he was done, and then let himself out. He dropped all his weight on his brother, kissing him passionately. His hands were caressing Dean's stubborn hair, his lips were all over his body; kept murmuring love words in Dean's ears.

"Love you Dean… you are great… so good… so sweet… so delicious…"

Dean did not make any noise. It was finally over. He could still feel the burning pain as if his brother's prick was still tearing him but at least the brutal pounding was over. And Dean knew very well that physical pain was quick to fade. He could leave this room and bury everything happened here down to the memory graveyard. He just needed to wait, just a little longer; maybe till Sam was asleep.

But Sam was not planning to sleep, not now at least. After he caught his breath, he stood up and turned his brother face up. He watched him for a while. Dean kept his eyes glued on the wall, avoiding his brother's gaze by all means. Tears made his green eyes even more glittering. They were dark green now. Sam loved Dean's eyes, whatever shade they were did not matter, loved the look in his brother's eyes. His dark eyelashes were sticky wet, covering the glittering eyes like a silk veil. Sam watched the cut marks on his brother's body. It was like a crazy art-décor over the tight muscles and it looked just beautiful. He watched slight rise and fall of his brother's chest, the nipples were hard, probably with the pain and abuse, but it did not matter to Sam; he kept savoring the view.

"Dean, you are so beautiful. Man, I love you. I love you more than you could ever love me."

Dean had learnt long ago how not to register the words; it was like riding a bike. They meant nothing. He was used to the apologies, promises, cuddling coming after the punishments. They never meant anything. He kept waiting; it would be over. Soon.

Sam added, watching the destitute penis lying in front of him:

"But, I can't leave you like this, right? Without reliving you? It wouldn't be love now, would it?"

No answer from Dean as expected. Sam slid down over his brother and quickly took his prick into his mouth.

Dean was surprised, but did not move; he was just gonna lie still till Sam fed up playing with his body. But his own body too betrayed him. He felt his prick was waking up in Sammy's wet mouth. Dean knew some of that wetness was his own blood that Sammy sucked from his, now aching, back. Sam was good at what he was doing, to the point; without dwelling on unnecessary teasing, he went directly to the action. Dean felt two long fingers entering to his tormented ass, again. He was sure that there was no way he could feel any pleasure over this much abuse and pain; but human body proved itself incredible. When Sam's fingers found the patch inside him, his prick just roared in his brother's mouth; regardless of the agony he went through only moments ago.

Sam loved the taste of the cock inside his mouth. It was Dean's, smelled like Dean and tasted like Dean. He rubbed his finger on the little node inside his brother. He just wanted him to cum to his mouth. He was curious of the taste. He tasted everything Dean had –willingly or unwillingly- offered so far; his flesh, his sweat, tears and blood. And he loved each and every one of it. Now, it was time to try his cum; Sam was sure it was going to be spectacular.

Before long, Dean came. He could not help but watch Sam's face while his balls pushed their load in his warm mouth. He watched him swallowing every drop spilled in his mouth and reaching for his cock for the rest. The pleasure on his face was unbelievable.

Sam stood up again, pulled his brother back to the bed and let him lie down; scooped next to him immediately, hugged him, covered him while kissing his face, lips. Dean could smell his cum from the lips roaming over his face; but controlled himself not to throw up. It would be over soon, very soon. Very soon…

TBC…

* 8th track in Led Zeppelin 1971 album, Led Zeppelin IV