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Dean moves so fast, Sam only sees a blur.

He finds himself on his back, staring at the ceiling, getting the absolute life kissed out of him. Dean's hands grip his ears, crushing his lips, forcing them apart, tongue thrusting in, sliding sensuously, curling around Sam's tongue, flicking at it with hot abandon, making Sam's dick rise up to attention and his heart rock in his chest.

Sam can feel the passion rising in his balls, licking warm flames through his belly, and he opens up for his brother, reaching to cup Dean's face in his hands, pulling him forward for a deeper taste, kissing back for all he's worth.

Dean's hands are everywhere, pulling at Sam's flannel shirt, buttons flying through the air, desperately tugging at the t-shirt, trying to get it off but unable to pull it up fast enough. With a growl, Dean grabs it between his hands and rips it apart, away from Sam, hungry for the taste of his brother's sweet skin, the hotness of Sam's flesh against his own.

He caresses Sam's nipples and ribs and moves lower, below Sam's belly button, his fingers burning a trail wherever they move, awakening Sam's nerve endings to a screaming intensity

They part, gasping, breathing into each other, Sam staring up into Dean's eyes, seeing the hot passion, the hunger for Sam glittering there, and Sam rubs his brother's cheek gently with a thumb.

Dean turns his head into Sam's palm, kissing it and holding it tightly to his face, closing his eyes and rubbing his cheek into it. When he opens his eyes to look at Sam, he's fighting not to cry and Sam sees that something is working in him, something that Dean's not ready to talk about and it hurts Sam's heart to see.

"Dean." Sam whispers, "What is it?"

His brother shakes his head, lips trembling and he battens down on Sam's mouth again, laying on a kiss that leaves Sam's knees shaking. Dean teases, licking his tongue seductively over Sam's mouth, slipping between his brother's lips, dipping in for a taste of the sweetness that lies trembling inside.

He breaks the kiss, trailing hot kisses over Sam's jaw, nipping and licking along the bone, working his way down Sam's throat, sucking at the hollow at the base and moving down, swirling his tongue over Sam's sensitive skin, tasting the sweat, the hot excitement, the lust, all the flavors of Sam, leaving his brother shivering as the hot wet path from Dean's tongue cools in the air and tickles over his body, the hairs on his skin rising up in awareness, his erection hard and pulsing now, pushing up into Dean's body with a demand for attention.

Dean must feel the rock hard dick nudging against him cause he raises his head up, eyes locking onto Sam's, the flickering flames in that green gaze burning with hot lust. Sam feels Dean's hands frantically pulling at his belt buckle, finally freeing it, the tinkling sound of it reaching Sam's ears and next, the harsh rasp of the zipper yanked down quickly.

A hot palm reaches in, pulling on Sam's dick, freeing it from the confines of his jeans, letting it burst out into the cool air.

Dean hurriedly tugs Sam's jeans and underwear down and off, tossing the clothes over his shoulder onto the floor as an afterthought before eagerly turning back to Sam, grabbing the base of his stiff cock in a tight fist, pulling the skin up the shaft, thumbing the tip expertly, knowing his brother's hot spots.

Sam feels his hips buck up under Dean's touch, his body jerking and twitching as Dean pulls on his dick, lighting a fire in his loins that starts to build, increasing with each tug of Dean's fist, and Dean's jerking up and down on Sam's shaft, scraping his fingernail along the pulsing vein underneath, and Sam moves his body, meeting Dean's pulls with a hip jerk of his own, gasping out his pleasure into the quiet room, gripping the sheet in sweaty fists and twisting, toes curling into the mattress. So good, so fucking good!

Higher and higher he climbs, Dean bringing him to the edge of heaven and holding him there, slowing down now, keeping him on the precipice and Sam's hips can't go much higher, his body quaking with electricity, jagged slashes of it shooting through his belly, into his dick and balls and Sam's thighs are straining to keep his hips moving and he can't stand much more of this, Dean's gotta let him go 'cause it's too much, too good, flashes of light behind his eyes and a ringing, humming in his head, making him moan and gasp-

"Jesus, Dean, please!" he almost whimpers it, hands twisting the sheet tighter, knuckles white with tension and he feels the hot, wet, sweetness of his brother's mouth plunge down over him, taking him all in, so deep into his throat, sucking him in and swirling his tongue over the tip of his dick, tickling the slit and Sam arches his back into Dean's mouth, into the fever that Dean's bringing him-

With a cry, Sam explodes into Dean's mouth, grabbing his brother's head and pumping deeply into Dean's throat, shooting his hot liquid into those sweet lips and Dean drinks, making sounds low in his throat like it's the best thing he's ever tasted, sucking and swallowing until Sam is drained and Dean licking him clean, lapping his tongue over his dick to get every drop, every taste and pressing small kisses along his now flaccid shaft.

"Holy…holy shit, Dean!" Sam gasps out, trying to get his breathing under control, body trembling with aftershocks, waves of pleasure still flicking at his nerve endings.

Dean's hands are on his hips now, urging him over onto his belly and Sam obliges, surprised at the position because Dean's never taken him like this before, always wanting Sam to be facing him but Sam doesn't care as long as he gets to have Dean shoving up inside him, owning his ass, owning him.

Sam stretches out his long legs and Dean's hands pull Sam up onto his knees, stroking over his ass, spreading him wide open and Sam feels Dean's tongue, Christ, his tongue…licking and swirling and oh fuck, that's the nicest thing he's felt in a long time, just warming him up all over his body, his muscles losing their strength and he's barely able to hold himself up on his shaking arms.

His breath catches and he's panting, pushing himself back onto Dean and his sensual, sliding, licking, poking goddamn tongue…Jesus, all coherent thought's just gone bye-bye and all he can think, all he can feel and breathe is that freaking tongue slipping around inside of him and rushes of pleasure are shooting up his legs into his cock and it's growing again, impossible, he just came and he can't be ready to go again but oh, shit, there it is, hanging down, thick and heavy and oh my God, he needs Dean's hard fucking dick inside him now, right now!

Then Dean's maddening tongue is gone and his fingers are there, pushing up and plunging deep inside him, swirling lube in and around, two fingers, then three and then-

Oh, and then-

his brother's thick, hot dick pushing in, slowly, steady, plowing forward, shoving in and burying himself deep, filling Sam up, and Sam tosses his head back, grunting low in his throat, and thrusting back onto Dean, hearing his own voice whimpering with passion, "Harder, harder…"

And Dean hears the moaning and answers Sam by pulling back almost all the way out and slamming into him again, smacking up against his ass with his hips, driving him forward onto the mattress, pulling back and crashing in again, and Dean is pounding into him so hard that Sam can barely hold on, can barely breathe with the waves of pleasure bursting through him, blossoming up from his ass into his balls and he reaches down, grabbing his dick with a tight fist, jerking so hard and so fast, it's almost painful.

Dean suddenly thrusts deeper than ever, pulling Sam's hips back, grinding his cock forward and his body stiffens, trembling, muscles rigid and Sam feels him pulse inside and Dean cries out, erupting, shooting deep inside Sam, thrusting again and again until there's no more, he's spent, empty and Sam is jerking, pulling, tugging until he bursts, spurting all over his hand and the bed, knees shaking, body twitching until he's done, gasping in relief.

They collapse, Dean on top of Sam's back, sweating and panting, taking their time, recovering slow and easy.

Once he gets his breathing under control, Dean pulls himself out, shifting his weight off Sam's back onto the bed. He waits a moment and stands up, pulling up his pants as he makes his way to the bathroom.

Sam turns his head, watching him go, only now realizing Dean's still fully dressed, has been since his spanking, wondering how Dean became such a wonderful lover when he wasn't looking, how he knows just how to touch Sam and make him lose control, lose his sanity and abandon all his defenses.

He hears Dean gargling in the bathroom and smiles. Man, that was hot and Sam can't believe how he laid Sam wide open, exposed him and turned him into a pulsing, twitching erection with no thought other than to take anything Dean was willing to give him. Jesus, he loves him so much right now.

Dean pads back to the bed and lays down next to Sam, staring into his eyes with a tentative smile. He rubs Sam's back with gentle fingers and leans in for a chaste kiss, tasting like Scope, and Sam rolls onto his side, facing him, wrapping his arm around him.

Sam smiles, "What made you do that? With the tongue thing? Holy hell, that was wicked!"

Dean's eyes study his brother's face, "That was the one place I hadn't tasted you yet so, I thought…"

"Was it gross or something? Is that why you Scope'd?"

Silence for a moment and then, "It wasn't gross at all, Sammy, I love the way you taste. I love everything about you. I gargled 'cause I wanted to kiss you and thought you'd be freaked out by it, but no, it definitely wasn't gross. I love how you reacted, you were so beautiful thrusting back up against my mouth. I love driving you crazy like that."

Sam blushes at the description and then reaches out, pulling Dean closer, covering his mouth with a deep kiss, sliding his tongue into Dean's mouth, wanting to taste that wonderfully erotic tongue that made him feel so good and Dean is stiff for a moment and then wuffles into his mouth, an odd sound that makes Sam pull back in surprise.

Big, fat tears fill Dean's eyes as he looks at Sam, his face heartbroken, his lower lip trembling uncontrollably.

"Sammy…" he whispers, "I love you so much."

"I love you, too." Sam gives back, bewildered and worried, "What, Dean? What is it?"

"That spanking really helped me, Sam. Thank you for doing such a thorough job. It did the trick, that's for sure. I can see things more clearly now and I know what needs to be done, but, Christ, Sammy, I don't want to do it…"

"Don't want to do what? What needs to be done?"

Dean closes his eyes, shutting them tight against the pain in his heart and the tears roll down his face as he swallows convulsively and says gruffly, "It's over, Sam. We can't be like this anymore with each other. This was the last time and I knew it. That's why I wanted to just love you and drive you crazy, because we're not going to do this anymore. I'm not going to hurt you like that ever again. From now on, we're brothers and we're hunters but we're not lovers, not anymore, not ever again."

"Dean, no…" Sam felt his heart rip in two, right then and there, felt it just shred and tear and blow away from him, leaving him empty and breathless.

"If we have needs…we need to take care of them without the other one knowing or being around. I don't want to know if you go fuck some girl and I'm not going to tell you if I do. But I can't do this to you anymore, Sam. I won't do it."

"But you're the one who said you couldn't live without us being together, remember? What's changed?"

"What's changed is that I'm your big brother and I'm supposed to protect you from things that will hurt you. That's my job, always has been, always will be. How the hell am I supposed to protect you from me? When I'm the one hurting you? The only answer is I have to step down, back off and just say no, to myself and to you. I'm the one that's responsible for you and it's up to me to stop what's hurting you. So, I'm stopping it. Now. Tonight."

"But I don't want to stop, Dean. Don't I have a say in this?"

"No, Sam, you don't. This is the way it's going to be from now on and we're both just going to have to deal with it. No more. That's it."

Sam sits up and turns away, pulling the sheet up to cover his nakedness, feeling too fucking young and too fucking sad to deal with this.

"Sam?" Dean sits up, touches his back and Sam pulls away from his hand, a sob racking through him.

"I don't think I can do this, Dean. I don't think I can go back to being just brothers again, not and stay here with you. It's the same problem all over again, we won't be able to function because we'll be distracted by each other."

Dean shakes his head, "No, Sam. It's simply not an option anymore. That's it. Even if you come to me, I'll refuse you. Eventually, you'll stop coming and start to forget. So will I. It'll get better with time."

"That's bullshit and you know it!" Sam yells back at him, anger washing through him.

"It's all we got, Sam. It's gonna have to do." Dean's tears were long since dried, his face tight and closed off, his mind made up, "Now, get into your own bed. You sleep there from now on. We're done talking about it."

Sam turns back to look at Dean, longingly, and Dean gives him such a sad, sorry look that Sam's heart twist in his chest. Sam knows he can't change Dean's mind, not when he gets like this. He just has to deal with it.

Ok, fine. If this is what Dean wants, then Sam will do as he asks and they'll be fine, just fine.

Who's he kidding? They'll never be fine again.

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A/N: Ok, I just made myself very sad :(

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