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Sam kept his mouth shut and followed Dean home. It hadn't taken them long and Sam wasn't really listening to what Dean was saying because he was lost in a world of his own. That kiss had ended him. He wasn't Sam Winchester, baby brother anymore. He was Sammy, the sick fuck who wanted his brother in all the wrong ways and was just realising it. And he didn't give a damn.

Dean was blabbering on trying to put a hold on this for his sake. Sam knew his brother very well. He knew how his mind worked and he was glad Dean had pressed pause on them because he was planning on doing things to Dean that called for a far more private location. This wasn't over, he decided. Not by a long shot.

His heart was thundering in his chest and he couldn't stop looking at Dean's arms as he moved around the room. Everything was making so much sense to him. Like when he was little he only ever wanted to be with Dean and how jealous he got over his little flings with every bar floozy that crossed their paths. His whole preoccupation with Dean all through Stanford was so clear to him now. He would see Dean everywhere. In the cafeteria or walking down the street or those few times when his face would appear while making love to Jess. He had thought he just missed him like crazy but now he was realising it for what it was.

Of course he hadn't been disgusted by Dean's confession. That feeling plaguing him the past month had been hope and excitement.

Sam's head snapped up as he heard the sound of running water. Dean's in the shower..naked! Suddenly his hard on was back in full force. You're going down big brother. Sam didn't care what kind of plans Dean had made about them, he was going to blow them all to hell.

Dean wasn't paying attention to anything but the soap in his hands and the tune in his head. It felt good to be clean and warm again. It felt good to rub the soap over his strung out body and think about Sam's hands touching him. His moans fell into rhythm with the song he's singing. It all felt very good, a perfect release of want. He didn't realise for a long time that the hands stroking his thighs weren't his own. The erection against his ass is what brought him out of his fantasy and jerking away from the bite stinging his shoulder.

"Sammy what are you.."

A firm mouth landed on his cutting off his protests. Sam's tongue was in his mouth an instant later, demanding his obedience. It wasn't fair, it left no discussion. Dean couldn't fight it and his resolve was fading fast.

"Touch me, Dean" ordered Sam.

"Look at me, touch me and see how much I want this. Not for you Dean but fuck it for me. I've wanted this long before you showed me I did."

Dean saw it in his eyes. The look Sam had been sending him for fifteen odd years now but would never admit what it was. Desire surged through him and he kissed Sam back with so much force he slammed with a grunt against the shower wall.

It was rough and hard and needy. Both brothers raped each other's mouth, biting at each other's lips. The taste of Sam was intoxicating. He smelled of hunger, sweat and home. Dean licked a path down his throat, stopping to suck on his collarbone, enticed by the delicious sounds Sam was making. Dean wanted to wreck him, to feel every part of Sam, to know him as no one has ever known him. Unable to resist Dean slid to his knees, the water beating down on his head as he kissed the taunt skin just below Sam's navel. A shudder ran though his baby brother's body and the sounds he was making were borderline pornographic.

"You're mine," growled Dean before finally taking Sam into his mouth.

He didn't last long. Not surprising with how skilled his brother was at sucking him off. Dean lifted his head up and down Sam's shaft, his cheeks hollowed in, working him for all he was worth. Strangled cried erupted form Sam's throat as Dean's tongue brushed the tip of his head and swallowed him down again. The feel of Dean's fingers caressing his balls threw him off the edge and Dean was drinking him down, moaning around his cock which sent a delicious aftershock through his body.

Sam sagged to the floor and kissed Dean deeply, happiness flowing to his fingertips. He looked into his brothers eyes and smiled as Dean licked his lips clean.

"I'm yours" he agreed, his heart singing as he kissed Dean again and wrapped his hand around his brother's throbbing cock.

The water was turning cold but Sam couldn't feel it. He could only feel Dean on his lap, his arms clinging to him as he trembled in pleasure. He listened to his name being ripped from Dean's body begging him not to stop, scratching his back and bruising his neck with his mouth. Sam would carry Dean's mark on his body for days and on his soul for longer. Promises were made and Sam claimed Dean as his own with a final twist of his wrist.

"Forever," breathed Dean later.

"For fucking ever," promised Sam before claiming Dean all over again.

Wow! When I said I'd have this chapter up soon I didn't think I'd have it written and up an hour later. And it turned out this was the last chapter also. Thank you to every one who has read this story and stayed with me through it all. Especially Twinchester Angel. You've been such a great support. Without you I'd have stopped at chapter two :) Enjoy everyone and tell me how you feel. Love love xx