Sam was torn between hating his father for his indiscretions and being thankful for Dean's existence. The problem with the entire situation was that the beautiful lie that was Sam's life had been shattered. There was a crack in the image of his perfect family, a flaw evident for everyone to see. Sam was faced with the fact that, although he still legally owned Dean, his slave was now entitled to half of his father's fortune. It was a situation without precedent, and the legal situation was beyond complex. The only thing Sam cared about was the fact that he had raped his brother, used and abused his only sibling. Although, he did not know at the time, it was still an action he would have to face.
Dean had taken to walking around the house like he owned it, smirking and lounging around. It became a familiar sight to see his slave with his feet thrown over the coffee table and a cold beer in his hands. Sam had very little time to learn anything about his slave before the similarities in their blood had been exposed. Everything had shifted so quickly, Sam felt lost in it all. It was as though he was being punished, whether it was for his lifestyle or the way he had always treated slaves he was unsure. John Winchester had very little to say about the entire situation, simply commenting that legally Dean belonged to Sam and therefore Sam was free to do as he wished. His father had little to say about the incest issues or the legality of owning one's brother. Questions resulted in curt responses typically involving the lawyers taking care of everything. Sam hated his life.
A routine was formed quickly in the next week; Sam was ignored by Dean and then avoided for the majority of the day. Each day he would return home from private school, loaded down by a large stack of homework and constricted by his obligations to society. He would come home to find his slave in a new and surprising outfit, as though the man was searching for himself in the closet. The most recent change was darker, kohl smeared in perfect lines under Dean's eyes and tight black pants clinging to his legs. Sam's eyebrows shot up as he stared at the man and his too tight clothes, the black silk shirt pulled tight across bulging muscles.
"Whoa, what the hell are you wearing? Is that makeup?" Sam couldn't help but ask, even as his stomach did flip flops and fear danced angrily through his veins. Sam and Dean had not spoken since they had discovered their common genes.
"I am wearing what I want to wear. What's wrong master? Am I not pretty enough for you? Want to teach your brother a lesson by raping him? Again?" Dean was smirking, painted black lips curling into a sinister smirk.
"I had no idea you were my brother, if I had known-"
"You would have fucked me harder." Dean let out a cold laugh, daggers in the form of emerald eyes staring at Sam.
"What the fuck is your problem, slave? I have let you be, ignored you and left you to lounge about all day. What more could you want?" Sam simply stared, confusion playing in his hazel eyes.
"Did you ever stop to think that I want you to apologize?" The fire in Dean's eyes was smoldering, his eyes wide and locked onto his newfound brother.
"No. I don't apologize to slaves. If I wanted to, I could still legally force you into my bed." Sam shrugged before leaning against the wall, his eyes broadcasting the threat.
"Ah incestuous rape, is that a kink you have? 'Cause, I'm pretty sure that most people rule that as fucked up." Dean moved from his seat on the couch, stepping close to Sam, looking up just slightly.
"No, but if it will shut you the fuck up I think it might be worth it. Hell, I'll pay you if you wash that emo shit off of your eyes." Sam felt a sudden urge to close the small distance between them, to crash his lips against the perfectly plump lips just inches bellow his.
"As soon as you stop undressing me with your eyes, I'll stop expressing myself. I don't see either happening anytime soon." Dean was smirking again, his breath playfully dancing across Sam's lips.
"Fuck you, slave. Get the fuck out of my sight and change out of those clothes. That is an order, I am your master and you will do as you are told." Sam's voice was venom, filling the air with tension, anger and lust.
"As you wish, master." Dean pulled his silk shirt slowly over his head, letting the black material slide to the floor. His perfectly sculpted chest was mere inches away from Sam, the skin begging to be touched. Dean was moving slowly, teasingly pulling the studded belt out and inch at a time, his pants hanging low on his hips. Sam's breath caught as Dean's pants slid low enough to reveal the jut of bone that was his hip and the perfect line leading to his dick. Dean pushed the button of his jeans free, sliding the zipper down unbearably slow. When he, at last, stood in nothing but tight boxer-briefs, he looked up to catch Sam's gaze.
"Did you want to do the honors or should I, master?"
"I…um you uh." Sam simply stared at the perfect expanse of skin, his khaki pants growing tight as his member filled with blood.
Dean moved slowly, catching the elastic of his last remaining clothing with his thumb and pulling. His entire body came into view as he let the material fall to the floor. A small his escaped his mouth as the cool air grazed over his heated and full cock. Dean smirked as he stepped away from Sam, walking up the stairs slow enough to allow his brother a long stare at his firm ass. Dean disappeared into Sam's bedroom, leaving Sam to stare in wonder as his slave followed his orders perfectly. His heart clenched tightly, an odd sense of pain filling him as he sunk to the floor. Sam knew better than to chase what he had longed for since the moment he turned sixteen. No, Sam would just need to avoid his room and the prize waiting inside. The venom Dean had spat earlier was still swirling around in his mind, leaving trails of self-hatred in their wake. Sam wasn't sure he could live through it again, no; he would just hide amongst his brother's discarded clothing.
(A/N: This was posted a bit later than usual, sorry about that but it was homecoming weekend. Reviews are loved almost s much as my wonderful beta MissTripTuker)