The Wanyudo and all its information I found on Wikipedia. So I don't own it just like I don't own Supernatural. :'(.

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Chapter 12

"Sammy," Dean moaned as Sam shifted on top of him.

Sam ignored him and kissed him hard on the mouth causing Dean to moan. Sam jumped of the bed and rummaged through his duffel searching for something. After several minutes he turned back to Dean with two of his socks in his hands.

"Um, Sammy, what's with the socks?" Dean asked and he saw Sam's eyes shift to black. Oh shit he was in for it now.

"Lift your arms up," Sam said.

Dean did as asked and Sam tied each of his socks around the wrist to the bedpost. Sam then straddled Dean and kissed him hard on the mouth again. As Sam kissed Dean he let his hands travel down Dean's chest and he realized that Dean still had a shirt on. Without thinking about it, Sam gripped his brother's shirt and ripped it in half.

"Dammit, Sammy, how 'bout we not try to rip all my shirts?"

Sam leaned and bit the flesh behind his brother's ear in a gesture to shut him up. Dean immediately felt a twitch in his cock. Who knew that was an erogenous spot. Sam didn't stop. He continued to bite and suck at that piece of flesh all the while his hands teased Dean's nipples into hardness. Dean's breathing hitched and he moaned. Sam placed kisses from Dean's ear to his chest where he took one pebbled peak into his mouth and teased it some more with his tongue and teeth.

"Sammy," Dean panted.

Sam looked at him but Dean couldn't get the words out probably because Sam was placing little bites all over his chest down to his navel and Dean couldn't think past the current thought of how good he was feeling. Sam then stopped kissing and biting long enough to rid Dean of his jeans and boxers. Sam then stood up and started making a show of removing his clothes.

Dean whimpered (really fucking whimpered, but he probably wouldn't admit that to anyone). "Sammy, come on. I thought you wanted it. Just…"

Sam had finally taken off his shirt and was about to go for the belt. "Just what, Dean?"

"Just come on and fuck me already. Enough of the foreplay. I want your dick inside me now," Dean panted. He really didn't understand why Sam was wasting time with all the foreplay.

What Dean (and Sam) didn't understand was that Sam needed t he foreplay as much as he needed the actual sex. That's why he was taking his sweet time taking off his jeans making Dean writhe against his bonds. He really wanted to grab his brother and make him fuck him, but he couldn't do anything since he was tied against the bedpost.

"C'mere, Sammy. Just hurry up."

"Relax, Dean. I'm getting there," Sam chuckled.

Dean was getting irritated. His cock was just begging for attention and getting harder the longer Sam took his sweet time. He wanted to grab Sam and kiss him senseless but his hands were bound. Just when he thought he was gonna go crazy, Sam discarded the last of his clothes and climbed on the bed in between Dean's legs. Sam grinned when he saw how much Dean's cock was leaking. He quickly made work of licking it up. He then took Dean all the way into his mouth.

"God!" Dean moaned unconsciously bucking into Sam's mouth.

Sam gently stilled his brother's bucking hips. He pulled off his brother's cock after several minutes. Dean groaned. Sam brought him so close.

"Sammy," Dean groaned.

Sam shook his head knowing what his brother was asking, "Not yet."

Sam telekinetically brought the lube to him and made quick work of slicking up his fingers and plunging one of them into Dean's whole.

"Shit!"

Sam stroked and penetrated him making sure to hit that bundle of nerves that caused his brother to go over the edge. Dean arched his back.

"More."

Sam inserted another finger and continued to stroke and penetrate and scissor him. He grinned as Dean bucked again as he hit the nerve bundle again.

"More, Sammy, come on."

Sam nodded and added the third finger and this time he plunged his fingers in deeper. Dean screamed.

"OW! God! Just…come…" Dean panted.

Sam withdrew his fingers and Dean whimpered at the loss. Sam quickly slicked up his cock and positioned himself and slammed into Dean.

"Fuck, Sammy! You couldn't go slower? Are you trying to kill me?"

Sam withdrew a little and slammed back inside with enough force that the bed slammed against the wall.

"Shut up, Dean."

Sam withdrew again a little more this time then slammed back into Dean. The bed following and slamming into the wall. Dean shut up. He tried to match Sam's hard thrusts. I am so gonna be sore tomorrow morning, Dean thought as Sam kept slamming into him. Sam grabbed Dean's cock and jerked it in time to his hard thrusts and Dean thought, Oh yeah, I am gonna be so fucking sore. Sam jerked Dean's cock several more times and soon Dean felt himself coming all over their chests. Sam continued to slam into him one. Two. More times before he finally came inside Dean. Once Sam was finished shooting his load, he fell limp. And Dean was uncomfortablely sore.

"Sammy?"

Sam recovered a bit, "Yeah?"

"Get your dick outta my ass."

Sam chuckled but pulled out of Dean. Dean winced at the pain. Sam saw that and felt bad.

"Sorry," he mumbled.

Dean just shook his head, "Whatever. Let's just take a shower."

Sam woke up before Dean, which was nothing new, and looked at his bruised brother. Did I really do that? What the hell is wrong with me? Was I this brutal last time? Shit, he probably hates me. Sam decided to go get breakfast. He would get Dean's favorite in hopes that Dean would forgive him for the brutal fucking he did.

Dean woke up half an hour later, wincing as he turned to sit up on his ass.

"Sammy?"

When he didn't get an answer, he tried to reach him through his thoughts.

"Sammy, where are you?"

Soon he heard the response in his head, "Went for breakfast. Be back soon."

He quickly relaxed. Sam showed up soon after with a bag in his hand.

"Hey, Dean."

"Hey, Sammy. That breakfast?"

Sam nodded and tossed him the bag. "Yup, got you two sausage biscuits. How you feel?"

"Like my dick and ass are on fire."

Sam looked down, "'m sorry," he mumbled.

"Sam, I'm fine, just a bit sore, but I will be okay. Do you have any idea why you keep pining for sex like that?" Dean asked digging into one of the biscuits.

Sam shook his head, "No. God, Dean, you make me sound like I'm a junky."

"You are. A sex junkie."

"Not funny, Dean."

"I'm not being funny. I'm serious."

"I don't know, okay? How about we focus on the case and also with trying to find Damien."

"So did you find anything last night? I mean before you pulled that little stunt that made you weak and your nose to bleed?"

"Actually, yes."

"Was it a soul sucking demon?" Dean snickered.

Sam rolled his eyes, "Not exactly. According to what I researched, it was a Wanyudo."

"And what is that? It sounds like a sound some crazy animal makes or like a sandwich."

"According to the site I was looking at, A Wanyudo come from Japanese folklore. It's supposed to be a flaming wheel with the face of a man in the center. It sucks out the soul of anyone who sees it."

"You're joking."

Sam shook his head and opened his laptop. "It says that the Wanyudo takes the form of a burning oxcart wheel with the face of a tormented man," Sam read. "Several folklore say he is the man who, when alive, would drag his victims on the back of the oxcart."

"Jeez!"

"Yeah, it also says how he guards the gates of hell and wanders back and forth between this world and the underworld. Anyone who gets close, he steals their souls and brings them to hell with him."

"Great. Of all things, a wheel with the face of a man?"

"We've seen weirder, Dean."

"Yeah, I know. How do we destroy it?"

Sam shrugged, "We should call Bobby."

Dean shook his head, "You call Bobby. Me, I am gonna take a shower."

"Huh?"

"Dude, Ima see if the hot water will help ease some of the pain. You are fucking brutal when you want it, Sammy."

"I was like that last time?"

"Not as bad as last night, but yeah. And Sammy?"

"Yeah?"

"You owe me two new shirts."

"Why?"

"Why? Because you ripped two of mine. And one of them was my favorite."

Sam looked shocked, "I did? Man, I'm sorry, Dean."

"Yeah, yeah. I'm gonna take a shower."

Sam nodded and looked like he was gonna cry. Great, Dean is mad at me.

Dean threw open the door, "Sammy, C'mere."

Sam hesitantly walked over to Dean, "Yeah?"

Dean kissed Sam lightly on the lips, "Dude, I'm not mad at you. I know you, for some reason, can't help it. And honestly, I like it when you're aggressive. Just not that aggressive where it hurts to sit. But don't ever think I am mad at you or hate you."

Sam nodded and Dean went back into the bathroom.

TBC...