Ok folks you know the drill...m/m sex, language, read at your own risk type stuff, strong NC-17/M rating.
Dean was trying to focus on finding out what Sam was but it was hard while Sam was inside the trap naked, hard, and looking at him like he was dessert. Sam however knew exactly what he was doing to Dean and was loving every minute that he could make the assassins mouth water.
Fuck he was hard – painfully hard and Sam wasn't making it any easier being inside the devil's trap. So Dean decided to ask questions to take his mind off what his lips and cock wanted to do to the young man in front of him. "What are you?"
"What, no foreplay," Sam snarked? "Guess not, I mean you did just shove those other men against whatever was convenient and fuck the shit out of them. When you accept me as your lover I'll expect to be treated better."
Damn why was the bastard so smug and confident even being held inside a devil's trap that would render him powerless? But Dean could admire those traits in Sam, he possessed them himself. The calm, cocky attitude.
"You a demon?" The thought that Sam wasn't made Dean nervous because then he realized the trap was useless.
"I'm a Taurus. But you knew that, I mean you did try to kill me on my 22nd birthday this past May."
"And you managed to spell me and have your way with me."
"Don't tell me you didn't like it Dean."
"I was under some mind control spell or something," Dean spit at him! Sam was beginning to piss him off! He walked incredibly close to the trap.
Sam knew Dean's weakness, his temper, and he knew that if that button was pushed enough then he could get Dean to enter inside the trap. But he really wasn't affected by it at all…he was only still inside it to make Dean feel secure and to not let his potential enemy know that he was being played. If Sam Winchester, heir to Hell itself wanted to be out of the trap there was nothing to stop him. But he really liked Dean and wanted to make sure the hired gun was comfortable enough tonight that he could convince him to join his side. Holding his hands up in mock defeat Sam decided to let it all out. When Dean joined him, and it was only a question of when, Sam didn't want any secrets between them.
"I'm not a demon. I do have a demon's blood running through my veins and that gives me the power but for all intent and purpose I am human. I need to eat, sleep, have higher brain functions and oh yeah, fuck gorgeous green eyed assassins," he grinned at Dean noting how Dean reacted to the last words.
"The demon that hired you was named Lilith and together with her lover Ruby she wanted to have me taken out of the picture so they could position themselves to inherit the throne from their Father. Which is not my Father…my father was John Winchester a hunter, like me."
"So you hunt the very thing that you have running through your veins. How does that work?" Dean wasn't letting his guard down but he was unconsciously getting dangerously closer to Sam.
"It's a great way to stay one step ahead of the devil. He wanted me to rule his demon army as they unleashed the Apocalypse on Earth. However being a hunter I knew what was coming and having a father that had spent his entire life protecting and guiding me I knew what to do. So I screwed the devil's bitches, stopped the Apocalypse and got put on the demonic public enemy number one list."
"But you are powerful," Dean said as he palmed his erection.
Damn the man was beautiful! Sam was having a hard time concentrating on his story his eyes were focused first on Dean's sinfully full lips and then on his massive hard-on. Sam could relieve the tension if only Dean wanted him too – which it looked like he did.
"I am beyond powerful but I chose to remain human, mostly. It weakens the powers but I am still more powerful than any demon, devil, or archangel. I guess you could call me the anti-Christ if you wanted to label me something. But I am too attached to my human side to succumb to the darkness." Sam had no intention of telling Dean that it was because of him that he clung to his humanity. He was all ready to go darkside on his 22nd but the thought of having Dean threw a spanner in the works.
"So you could force me into being your bitch," Dean said. He had gone from palming his erection to hands down his boxers stroking himself slow and smoothly.
"I could but I won't. I gave you a choice Dean and whatever you decide I intend to honor." Once again Sam didn't think it was necessary to tell Dean that if he decided to not join Sam that Sam would go darkside and take what he wanted…even if that meant destroying the Earth and assuming his proper role in Hell. Dean Colt was just too fucking tempting!
Dean knew that the devil's trap was useless on Sam and he wondered why the man didn't use his freaky mind control on him? But Sam was still inside the devil's trap and not trying to use any powers on him. It made Dean feel good about the situation. About what he was about to get himself into.
"Say if I accepted you offer of becoming your right-hand-man what would I be doing?"
"You would be watching my back, helping me hunt, keeping Hell in line, and warming my bed."
"How about I just plow your ass, fuck your mouth, and making you cum so much you're begging me to stop?"
"You can do that too. But I get to do it back to you. I don't want to spell you into doing something Dean and I want you to get this revenge shit out of the way. If you take me up on my offer you are going to be my equal, my partner and I would expect nothing less."
That completely took Dean by surprise. This all powerful creature wanted Dean to first come to him willingly and second be his equal? Sam had already awakened something in the blackness of Dean's dead soul – could he actually hope that Sam could want and love him? Sounded ridiculous…who could love him?
Sam saw Dean wavering. He needed Dean, why he didn't know but he needed Dean badly. He knew Dean wanted revenge on Sam for the unceremonious fucking he did to him on his birthday. Maybe if he got that out of the way Dean would agree to be with him and they could get the Sam and Dean show on the road. It wasn't below Sam at all to be submissive, he had so much power that sometimes letting someone else in the driver's seat was easier. Plus it could be really fun playing a submissive role to Dean tonight – letting the older man get the revenge or maybe it was just depravity now, out of his system. Stepping into his role Sam knelt before Dean, head down. He used his powers to produce a leather collar and leash. Not looking at Dean he offered the items to him. Only for tonight Sam thought as he heard Dean gasp. Tomorrow that tight ass will be mine.
Dean about choked when he saw Sam go to his knees, head bowed down, and the collar that had appeared. He wasn't into S & M or bondage at all but the supplication Sam, the all powerful, the freaking anti-Christ, was showing him almost made him cum right then and there! Yeah, he could put the collar around his neck, hook the leash to it and keep Sam on his knees the whole night long – and maybe having Sam on his knees sucking his cock all night long wasn't such a bad idea, but it wasn't how Dean operated.
"Equal partners," Dean said as he took the collar from Sam's hands and threw it to the ground. "But don't think for a moment your aren't going to be punished for what you did to me three months ago." He grabbed Sam by the hair and pulled his head up.
Sam was millimeters from Dean's cock now and with the tight grip on his hair he knew where his head would be going. He watched as Dean used his free hand to pull his boxers down and take his dick in his hand pushing the head up to Sam's lips. His mouth was watering for it and Dean rubbed the head lightly against his lips. Sam made the mistake of opening to take Dean in and was met by a stern, "NO" and Dean pulling his head painfully upright!
"You take me in when I say," Dean told Sam looking into the younger man's lust blown eyes. Dean pushed Sam's head back to his throbbing dick and once again rubbed the shaft on Sam's lips and face. Precum came to the tip and Dean smeared it onto Sam's lips all the while controlling where Sam's head was with his fist tightly wrapped in his hair.
Holy fuck he was enjoying being handled by Dean! Dean was taking away any choice Sam could make and he wasn't complaining. He was relieved Dean didn't want him to wear the collar yet, though he could see Dean using it out of spite. Sam would be a good boy, he could handle anything the hired gun threw at him easily enough and if it got too much well he had that under control too. Whatever it took to get Dean to agree to be Sam's he was going to do. But damn he wanted to wrap his lips around that beautiful cock, but Dean was controlling the pace. He was coming undone like this and loving every minute of it!
Dean rubbed Sam's lips up and down his shaft, controlling every movement of Sam's by pulling or pushing his head. When the friction wasn't enough he commanded Sam to take him all the way down – which the cocksucker did no problem. Wet, warm, slick suction caused Dean to roughly push Sam's head down on his shaft making the man take him to the root.
"You are a cocksucking champ Sammy," Dean said knowing that Sam couldn't answer him with nine or so inches down his throat. "Suck it bitch," he pushed Sam down on his cock just as he thrust up to meet that hot throat.
Sam had never been so brutally mouth-fucked in his life. He tasted rage, fear, frustration in Dean's cum. He heard the grunts and moans coming from his would be lover and it drove him insane with lust. He felt Dean's cock tense, knew he was getting ready to cum down his throat and then his hands were off his head and Sam was on his back, Dean sitting on top of him with his dick rammed down Sam's throat. The position left no doubt that Dean was dominate tonight and Sam was his little fuck bitch. If he was a lesser being he would have gagged on the dick down his throat and choked on the cum that shot down it.
God it felt so good unloading down Sam's throat! Dean continued to thrust into the man's mouth even after his orgasm had passed making sure Sam took everything Dean had to offer. Once he was drained he got up off the warm, willing body below him and pulled Sam up only to shove him stomach first onto the couch. Before collapsing on top of him.
Sam felt protected with Dean's body flush against his naked flesh. Dean was kissing and licking his ear, his neck, and slowly began to work his way down the muscles on Sam's back. When Dean wasn't kissing he was kneading the muscles, relaxing Sam even more. All he could do was make little mewing sounds as the assassin on top of him put him into a deep state of relaxation – was Dean working his own magic on Sam?
Dean just wanted to melt into Sam. He knew he was screwed, he knew that he would forever be bound to Sam Winchester and he didn't care.
"I'm in," he whispered into Sam's ear. "I'm yours."
Sam had never been so happy in his life to hear those words from Dean. He would make sure Dean was well rewarded for his devotion. Wrapped in warmth both men fell asleep excited about what and where their new partnership would take them.
"Tell Alistair I've found a chink in Sam's armor," the dark haired crossroads demon said into his phone. "Yeah, seems our little boy-prince has a new toy. I think the boss would like to play with it as well. Handsome hired gun, about 6 feet, green eyes and gorgeous body." The demon put out his cigarette and strolled across the motel parking lot.
"Yeah, I'll keep an eye on them," Crowley said. "Sam's losing his mojo. Didn't even bother to make sure he wasn't followed. Must really like this one. Yeah, make sure the boss knows it…I'm sure he can come up with some devious torture for the man." He disappeared into the night leaving no trace that he was following Sam.