Author's Note: World of Warcraft is down for maintenance! I have to do something. Enjoy this chapter. Loki finally makes a move on Sam, who does not slap him or punch him. I said I would give more background on how they got to this point, but I just want to write smut right now, so yeah. Violent Sam/Loki fucking. Enjoy if you like, if not, don't read it. There really is no plot once again. Mostly Loki-PoV. Sam is very violent while fucking Loki, but Loki DOES instigate it, so its not really non-con.
There Can Be No Peace
Ch 5.
"Say, Cas, what do you think about Sam and Gabe, that is, Loki?" Dean murmured into Cas's hair, snuggling against his angel. Yes, he still thought of Cas as his angel, even though he wasn't an angel anymore.
Cas pushed against Dean's hand, loving the warm embrace of his Dean. Long had he wanted this and only this. Dean alone with him, loving him, Sam okay with it, everything out in the open. Even GOD being okay with it. "What do you mean? They're...uhm...frenemies?" he hazarded a guess, after having watched too many stupid TV shows and picked up on their words.
Dean snorted, ruffling Cas's hair. "No, no. LOOK at them, man. Remember when WE used to scream at each other and rage and shit? That's passion, dude. Loki totally wants Sam. Well, technically, he'd prolly take anything on two-well, any-legs. Sam, though. The way he looks at Loki...its the same way I looked at you before we...well."
Dean tweaked Cas's nipple and stroked his chest as if to show exactly what he meant.
Cas shoved Dean away, though regretfully. "Sam and Loki...no way. That will never happen. I mean, sure there have been some times when..." he trailed off, realizing Dean was right, in a way. Damn Dean! He grabbed Dean roughly and turned him on his backside, intending to make him pay for proving him wrong.
In another room, sound-proofed at Sam's insistence by Loki, the Trickster and Sam were simply sitting on opposing beds, glaring at one another. The ghost hunt in St. Mary's wasn't getting anywhere.
They'd talked to a few people, read some old new papers, but nothing showed up. It was as if they'd been led on a leash here only to find nothing at the end of the leash.
Loki had found things to occupy his time, of course, and ended up terrorizing the citizens until Sam had put a stop to that and dragged the Trickster back to their room. Loki had been making irritating sexual comments the entire time, which further annoyed Sam.
Annoyed...or not? Sam continued to glare at the Trickster, taking in his features. Dirty blond hair, almost brown, dark eyes, nice physique...yuck, what was Sam thinking? Him and Loki? No way.
That was sick! The Trickster was smiling at him, hands resting on his chin, likely making fun of him mentally or thinking of other ways to terrorize him while he slept.
The Trickster didn't seem to need sleep the way Sam, Cas, Dean, Bobby, and Rachel did. He usually stayed up the whole night, making annoying banging sounds or watching porn and turning it up really loud, preventing Sam from sleeping. Sam himself hadn't got a good night's sleep in days. It was definitely showing when he was considering Loki attractive.
He rubbed his eyes, hoping Loki would be gone when he opened them again. Nope. The damn Trickster was still sitting there, on the other bed, grinning wickedly at him. What was that bastard planning?
"Come on, Sammy. Don't be a bore. You want something, take it. No one is stopping you." As if to emphasize this, Loki lay on the bed, backwards, and spread his legs. He made his pants vanish with a handwave, leaving only his hard cock and lean legs visible. At least to Sam.
That was all he could focus on. The damnable Trickster! He was doing something to Sam's mind, he knew it!
Loki's cock pointed straight toward Sam when he rolled over to face him, as if it were a beacon of light telling Sam to 'go into the light'. No. No. Not ever! Even if the Trickster was very well endowed...
"Put your damn clothes back on, Trickster! Or I'll put some on for you."
Loki grinned. "Excellent! Put my pants back on me, Sammy." He leaned back on the bed, cock once again pointed at the ceiling, hard as a rock, ready for sex. He hadn't been watching porn, so what had made him hard this time? Oh, yes, probably his own perverted mind. Sam growled. Loki wanted him so bad? FINE!
Sam lunged at the Trickster, grabbing his hard, naked cock and squeezing it, causing the Trickster to gasp in pain and pleasure. "Oh yesssss, Sammy, I've dreamt of this-" Loki was cut off as Sam roughly grabbed his shoulders and forced the annoying asshole on his back.
"You want some of me? Here you go, Trickster."
With that, Sam thrust into Loki, without bothering with lube or a condom or anything of the sort. Being a god, the Trickster wasn't susceptible to diseases, but it still hurt. Loki knew he was bleeding. Still, feeling Sam inside him was worth it.
He still managed to grin despite his face being pressed into the mattress. Sam was rough. Of course, Loki had told him he liked it rough.
Sam's thrusting was leaving Loki breathless with pain and pleasure. Sam didn't care how much pain Loki was in, and made sure it was quite a lot. He went as far and deep into Loki as he could. Sam was also well endowed and Loki could feel it. Could feel Sam pressing deep into his anus, touching whatever organs he had as a god.
Loki tried to push himself up, only to be shoved back onto the bed by Sam's rough hands. He could have used his strength as a god, but did not and continued to let Sam have his way with him. He was bleeding, hurting, and feeling absolutely amazing.
He'd been infatuated with Sam Winchester ever since they had met, and now, feeling the man inside him, he knew that the infatuation was far more than that.
Loki managed to snake his own hand down and grab his own cock, stroking it in time with Sam's thrusts. Sam angrily pulled the Trickster's hand away, once again leaving him at Sam's mercy, hands on both sides of the bed.
He wanted to pleasure himself. He wanted to feel himself along with Sam, but Sam wasn't allowing it. He kept Loki's hands trapped as he continued to pound Loki.
Loki was fighting back laughter. He'd longed for this moment, but he'd imagined himself in the OTHER position, thrusting in and out of Sam, not the other way round. Still, any way was good. Sam was his, now and forever. Sam would have to tell the others about their, what, fucking? Relationship?
Was this going to lead to a relationship like Dean and Castiel's fucking had? Or was it just Sam taking out his anger on Loki? Either way, Loki now had ample ammunition for bribery if he ever needed or wanted Sam to do something for him. Or to him. He giggled.
Sam hit the back of Loki's head with his elbow. "Stop laughing. You're mine now. So shut up and take it, you bitch."
Loki made some muffled sounds beneath Sam. Sam stopped his erratic pounding into Loki to let the Trickster talk. At least he wasn't laughing. Sam gripped Loki's hair and pulled his face up from the mattress. "What, Trickster? You have something to say?"
Loki managed to hold back laughter, not wanting to get suffocated again, "What will your brother think when I tell him that you fucked me hard here? That you didn't even gimme a chance to loosen up for you..."
Sam cut Loki off by pushing him facedown on the mattress again. Dean would never find out about this. The sound proof walls were mostly to keep out the sounds of Dean and Cas fucking, but now they served another purpose. No one would know that he had fucked the Trickster this day. He had asked for it, though. Loki had asked for it many times over the past weeks. Now Sam was giving him the rough fucking he'd asked for.
He continued to plunge into the Trickster, far more aroused than he'd hoped he'd be with Loki. The Trickster did arouse him. Did make him hard. He could feel climax coming. He plunged into Loki one more time, violently, before making sure to climax inside the Trickster.
The Trickster wanted Sam? Well, now he had him. Sam pulled out of Loki, leaving him gasping and bleeding on the white sheets.
Loki's own cock was still hard, even though Sam had finished. "What, Sammy? You not gonna finish me off? Gonna let me do that on my own huh?" Loki grinned. "I'll remember this day forever, my darling." He started stroking his already-close-climax cock and eventually a stream of Trickster-semen coated the sheets.
He lay back on sheets. "I was thinking about YOU, Sammy. This was great. I'd have preferred it the other way around, but I still loved you inside me. We'll have to do this again some time."
Sam spun on Loki. "Never again. I was pissed at you. I was taking my frustration out on you. That's it."
Loki couldn't help but start giggling uncontrollably. "Dearest Sammy, what would you brother think if he found out you fucked me so hard I bled? That YOU fucked ME. Not the other way around. Yes, Sammy, I think we will do this again."
Loki had gotten up and was leaning into Sam, not bothering to try and avoid kissing him this time. His mouth found Sam's, and they both engaged in a deep liplock, neither wanting it to end, despite their proclaimed hatred of one another.
In Dean and Cas's room, the couple were smiled at each other.
"Cas, should we have told Sam that the room wasn't as soundproof as it could have been? It was Loki's doing, after all."
Cas laughed. "No. Sam and Loki both got what they wanted. Each other. Even if it was different than the way Loki wanted it. Your brother is very violent, Dean. I still don't like that, you know."
Dean licked Cas's cock, which stiffened at the touch of his love's tongue, and said "You don't like it, but someone does."
Cas writhed in pleasure as Dean gave him a very, very good blowjob.
"Yes. Sam and Loki were almost made for each other."