A/N and WARNINGS: This chapter contains a severe whipping with a belt so if you don't like this kind of thing, please don't read. But if you read it, I'd love to hear what you think :D. Thanks for coming along on the ride with me!

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Sam hears it before he feels it.

Dean's grunt of force, the crack of leather, sharp in his ears, making him jump as it snaps across the stillness of the room-

The cool rush of air on his skin and he tenses in anticipation, gritting his teeth against the pain before it hits, readying himself-

The fire lands, blooming a red line across his spine and Sam hisses at it, head thrown back and teeth bared in a growl, fists clenched and twisting the blanket into crumpled peaks, veins bulging in his forearms as he pauses in space for a second, freeze frame, before collapsing back down onto the bed with a groan.

Holy fuck, that hurts!

Another slap breaks the air, this one criss-crossing over the first, biting into Sam's shoulder, and the pause is shorter this time, a blink before the red-hot pain has his breath exploding out through clenched teeth, "Ahhh…"

Dean lands the next two in one roll of his wrist, forward then back, his aim true, the strength behind them slashing heat from Sam's shoulders to his ribs and he moans against the throb, biting his lip fierce enough to draw blood, trying to take it, stoic, silent but he's losing it, the bright cut of pain slicing through his resolve.

Shit, Dean's really laying into him hard!

Dean hits again, one and another, a flick and roll of the wrist, grunting with effort, the X he lays digging hot across Sam's ass this time and a cry rips from his throat before he can stop it, trailing away to a moan as the fiery cuts burn in deep-

Twice more Dean lashes into him, flick and roll, slash and cross, the stiff leather of the belt unforgiving as it flays his skin, laying stripes of red on tender flesh and Sam arches up with each blow, head tossing, muscles rigidly holding him in place before he cries out softly and falls back to the mattress, gasping for breath and shaking so hard the bed is rocking with it.

God, can't take it, it's too much-

The welts are angry shouts now against the smooth tan of back, his whole body is trembling, quaking and rolling, alive with nerve endings screaming at him to stop this, stop this now but Sam grits his teeth against it, he won't, goddamn it, can't let it end yet because it's not enough, he hasn't paid enough yet-

Dean misses his mark, the next hit wild and the belt crashes across his tender inner thigh, a fiery slash that makes Sam's vision go tunnel and he dimly hears himself scream his brother's name over the roar of blood in his ears, writhing mindlessly at the stark agony, his hands flying back to cover himself against the onslaught.

"Sammy, you want me to stop?" Dean's voice is ragged and old, out of breath, almost begging Sam to say yes.

The voice is low, guttural, doesn't even sound like Sam, "NO!"

And Dean drops the belt, making the decision for him, "No, Sam, that's enough-"

Sam whips his head around, glaring fierce, snarling out the words, "You keep fuckin going, Dean! Finish it!"

And they lock eyes, Dean ready to argue, to refuse but his will falters, his words trail away at the look of stone determination on Sam's face. With a nod, he bends and picks up the belt.

The air changes, becomes heavy and clenched-jaw tense and they both feel the frantic rush to end this, end this right now and Dean reaches down, knocks Sam's hand away and swings hard, laying another slash across his brother's backside and Sam flinches, skittering away before forcing himself back into position. Dean speeds up his wrist, wielding the belt like a cowboy's lasso, swinging faster and harder, laying fire over Sam's flesh in long, screaming arcs.

Jesus, burns like fucking hellfire-

And Sam's pushing himself up onto his knees, giving Dean a better target, laying himself wide open, straining towards the belt, needing the scorch of it like he needs to breathe, hungry for its bite, for its teeth in his skin.

He needs it to wash him clean. God, he wants to be clean again so bad-

He's arching, rocking backwards, begging for it with every part of his body and he hears his voice, the harsh growl of a wounded animal, daring Dean, challenging him "Fucking harder, you son of a bitch! Come on! Show me! Show me how fucking pissed you are, Dean! How much you hate my fucking guts for what I did to us! Do it! Give it to me."

And Dean choking out harsh sobs now, "Sammy, please-"

But he does it, does as Sam asks, giving Sam all the rage, all the seething pain that's boiled in him for days, and he's snarling and swearing, hitting as hard as he can, arm relentless and unforgiving. The belt never falters as it streaks across Sam's skin, turning it an ugly throbbing red and Sam needs more, needs everything Dean can give him-

Should have been stronger, should have been able to resist James, should've fucking known it wasn't Dean and why the hell didn't he? How could he not known his own brother, for Christ's sake, he knows Dean better than he knows himself and how the fuck did he miss that?

And he's begging for absolution, redemption and for Dean to just fucking forgive him-

Doesn't realize he's screaming it out loud until Dean's yelling back at him, "Forgive yourself, Sammy, fucking forgive yourself."

And the raw agony in his gut is ripped open, spilling out the festering guilt that's rotting Sam away from the inside out and the next crack across his ass shatters him, breaks him and he's hollering, voice harsh and bleeding in the air, crying out his shame, his anguish "So fucking sorry, Dean! Jesus, Didn't mean...didn't mean to-to touch him, just, Christ, man, I'm so goddamn sorry…Please, Dean, please-"

Doesn't know why he's begging but he's babbling the words, can't stop until he feels the wrenching in his chest and the lump of guilt disintegrates, releases and he's finally able to take in a fucking breath, pulling in a great whoop of air as the hurt, the blame lets him go and he's free, fucking free of it at last, collapsing into the cheap coverlet, body curled in on itself, sobs racking through him, done in, finished, heavy and exhausted limp on the bed and all Dean's now, barely moving as another two lashes of the belt fell on him.

Dimly he hears the clunk of buckle as the belt hits the floor and the bed sinks under Dean's weight, swaying him slightly but he can't lift his head, so tired, so goddamn tired-

And Dean's mouth is on his back, warm and tender, kissing and licking the hot welts, lips feather light on the blistered skin, and his fingers slide from down low, over the round of Sam's calf up the leg, ghosting over the one stripe stinging his inner thigh, causing Sam to moan, the hurt there deep and raw. Dean's hand is cool on his flesh as he lays it soft on his ass, not cupping, not squeezing, just resting on each part before moving on, touching every mark, every ridge of raised flesh.

Hot breath on his face, "Jesus, Sam…"

Dean's hands are everywhere, fingertips caressing his back, soft and gentle, bitter-sweet, bringing hot sparks of pleasure and pain together, swirling through him and Sam shivers against it, muttering small grunts of hurt and Dean moves up to his face, stroking his cheek, smoothing back the sweat-matted hair and thumbing away the tears that are still rolling slow down his face. Dean's whispering his name over and over again, trying to get Sam to come back but Sam's pretty good here, resting in his warm dark, no guilt, no shame, feeling lighter than he has in days and he just needs this for a little while longer.

Not clean though, not completely.

Something's still there, just off to the side, a rolling wave of red, seething restlessly, waiting for him to wake up and see it, identify it because it's huge and hurtful, something about Dean...

He frowns against it, doesn't understand but it's coming, coming up fast-

It nudging him, nipping at his conscious thought until finally, Sam gives a sigh and stirs awake, opening up his eyes, staring up into his brother's, sure that Dean'll still be cold and distant but no, there's warmth and love and home, shining out of Dean's green eyes, waiting there for him.

"Hey." Dean smiles, slides a hand under his face to hold him up, bending in to press kisses on his mouth, chaste, soft kisses full of promise and future and he's urging Sam up, pulling him over so he's laying on Dean's chest, warm arms surrounding him, holding Sam close to his heart.

And it's everything Sam did this for, his for the asking, right here and all is forgiven by the look in Dean's eyes, the feel of his touch and it should be wonderful, perfect, even though his back is on fire and his nose is stuffed from crying because Dean's here with him now and they can be together-

Dean's looking at him with such love-

The red wave hits him hard and a cold hand of anger clenches at his heart, filling him with a smoldering rage that slams into him, takes him by surprise, his only thought is that it's not fucking fair-

He's the only one paying here-

First to James and now to Dean, his screaming back and ass a throbbing reminder of the penance Sam's given but Dean...

Dean hasn't done a fucking thing about his own part in this, he's not blameless, not innocent but you wouldn't know it the way Dean's looking at him right now, all smug and satisfied, smiling down at Sam, so freaking sure that everything between them is all better now.

Like he didn't do anything wrong-

And Dean's hand is circling gentle on Sam's hip, a sensual flutter that has Sam's heart trip-hammering in his chest, desire starting to flick through and he almost gives in, almost lets himself be swayed into calm because Jesus, every freaking bone in his body wants to curl up in Dean's arms and let himself be loved, let Dean take him away to ecstasy, away from the rage and hurt-

Sam jerks himself back to reality at the last second, gotta get this all out right the fuck now, because they'll never be right, never be done until this shit festering in him is spewed out into the open, he can't get past it-

So he pulls in on strength he doesn't know he has, grits his aching jaw down tight and shoves against Dean's chest with both hands, sitting up painfully and pushing away. Dean's arms cling to him, try to pull him back but Sam shakes him off, closes his eyes against the bewildered expression flashing on Dean's face and lets the rage come, swirl through him, the pain that's slicing through his back adding weight to it, fueling the fire in his gut and he's struggling, clamoring up to his knees.

Dean sits up, moving with him, looking at him, eyebrows coming together in a heavy frown, puzzled and unsure, and Sam pulls in a shaky breath, shoulders tense, head down, staring down at his hands where they're clenched into fists on his knees, sitting back on his haunches and trying to hang on, not scream out his fury into Dean's unsuspecting ears.

He opens his mouth, then closes it, trying to pick careful words to make Dean understand how betrayed, how defeated he feels because he doesn't want Dean to get pissed and strike back, with words or fists or both, doesn't want Dean to turn tail and run or worse, close himself off from Sam again and break the shaky footbridge they've just struggled to build.

Doesn't want to wreck everything with harsh truths and shouted blame-

But when Dean reaches out a hand to touch, the words fly out of his head and he feels the thin wire of self-control snap, twanging in his ears and before he knows he's gonna do it, the blood roars through his head, his fist lets loose and he hears the thud of skin on skin, sees Dean's head whip around and when he turns back to Sam, he's holding onto his jaw in confusion and pain, eyes glaring at him in disbelief-

Well, so much for finding the right words.

Dean opens his mouth, scowling fiercely but Sam plows in again, hook to the other jaw, a satisfying crunch of bone against knuckles and Dean goes down for precious seconds, giving Sam a chance to lumber painfully off the bed and shake the throb from his fist before bending stiffly to gather up his clothes, his back spitting and hissing at the movement-

A hand clamps on his arm, whirls him around and he swings wild but it's too fucking slow to do much damage 'cause he's hurt and sore, and he's snarling at Dean, so fucking pissed he can barely see-

Dean knocks the swing away easy, and suddenly he's right there, in Sam's face, crowding him up against the wall with his body, Sam crying out as his flesh bangs the plaster and Dean's hands are on his shoulders, pushing him back and holding him there when he tries to free himself-

"What the fuck, Sam? What the fuck?"

And Sam's shoving him away, angry tears smearing his vision, Dean's hot breath on his face and his freaking scent is in Sam's nose, dizzying his brain with it, all sweat and angry fire, and Sam can't get in a breath because Dean's so close, smells so goddamn good-

He bites down on his bottom lip hard, forces himself to focus, to fucking concentrate and to spit out the words he needs to say, "You didn't fucking trust me, Dean! All you had to do was that, that one little thing for us, just fucking trust me, man, but you wouldn't...couldn't-"

Dean's eyebrows shoot up, color high on his cheek bones and he's practically yelling at Sam, "What in the hell are you talking about, Sammy?"

"You never believed me when I told you I loved you, Dean! And that's the whole fucking problem right there because if you had, you wouldn't have gone to beat up James, you wouldn't have blown into the flute and we wouldn't be here now, you stupid son of a bitch!"

And Sam's not gonna say it, bites his lip to keep it back but if falls out of his mouth anyway, sounding bitchy and whining, just like he knew it would, "And you never even fucking said you were sorry for getting your ass possessed! It was a stupid fucking thing to do, blowing into the damn thing and you know it!"

Sam shakes his head, shoulders slumped, so fucking tired of it all, he can't even look at Dean anymore and he turns away, face to the wall, admitting brokenly to the one thing he can't fix in all this, "If you hadn't blown into it, man-. I mean, shit-!"

And he's hitting the wall with a hard fist, slamming at his frustration, his shame, "How was I supposed to know that wasn't you, Dean? You tell me - how the fuck because, Jesus, he was you, and I swear I couldn't tell the difference, man, so help me, God, I couldn't fucking tell and I'm sorry-"

His body cowers into the wall, trying to get as far away from Dean as he can, because he did end up cheating on his brother after all, just like Dean fucking knew he would and Sam can never forgive himself for that. He's trying to push Dean away, to get space between them but Dean's hands are gripping his arms, spinning him around and landing on the back of his neck with an iron grip. Sam can't move, head held vise-tight and he's yanking at Dean's forearms, trying to shake him loose but Dean's not budging, not loosening at all and Sam starts to fight in earnest, trying to keep his head down even as Dean's forcing his face up, using his freaking strong wrists as leverage-

Dean crowds in close, face banging into Sam's, cheek bones hitting hard because Sam's still fighting him, can't get Dean the fuck off of him-

"No, Sam, NO! You're not going anywhere, goddammit! You're gonna just stay here and fucking listen-"

And Dean's holding his face up but Sam keeps his eyes down, won't look at his asshole brother and Dean's fingers are in his hair now, raking through and clenching painful, holding him in place as Dean rasps into Sam's ear, angry and cracking with the strain, "You're right, Sammy, ok? You're right!"

Sam tries to twist his body away, earning himself a painful tug on his hair as Dean loses patience, giving him a sharp shake, voice a command now and it stills Sam as nothing else could, "Sammy, goddamn it, stop! You couldn't have known, ok? There's no way you could have known it was Pan and not me and I was wrong to lay that shit on you! You hear me, Sammy? I was wrong...in a lot of things-"

And Sam's eyes slide up, meeting Dean's, his lips trembling at Dean's words as he listens, finally hearing what his brother is saying.

"This is all my fucking fault, man, and I'm sorry-" Dean shakes his head, tears springing to his eyes, "I got jealous, ok? And you're right - it was because I didn't believe you but not, not for the reason you think-"

And Dean eyes on Sam's are pleading for understanding, "Sammy, I wasn't ever…worthy, you know? You're so much better, deserve more than…just me and I couldn't understand, hell, still can't, what you want from me, I mean, I've got nothing to give you-"

Sam feels the jerky clench of Dean's hands on him, the fear shaking off of Dean in waves and with it, his own anger slips away, and something sweet and familiar unfurls in his belly, the heat of it rolling inside has him whispering softly, "All I want is you, you stupid jerk! Just you with me, loving me-what's so fucking hard to understand about that?"

Dean shakes his head, one tear sliding free, tracking a path down his face as he mumbles out the words "I couldn't believe that was enough, I mean, how could I be enough for anyone? I'm nothing, nobody-"

Sam's hands go up, cupping the back of his head and pulling him close and they're forehead to forehead, eyes clinging to each other and Sam's scowling down at him, frustrated because Dean thinks so little of himself and he just wants Dean to get it, "You're everything, Dean! You're the strongest man I know, you're loyal and decent and good and I-I love you." And Sam gives him a shake, "I love you, goddamn it. So you're just gonna have to fucking deal with it."

Dean's eyes change, grim sadness to cautious hope and then, love, pure and glowing and Sam revels in it, wraps it around him like warm brandy, heating his belly with familiar, with comfort. He stares into Dean, soft eyes studying Dean's face, letting his brother see the depth of his love, the whole heart and soul of it, laid open and bare and he sees Dean's eyes go wide, hears the shell-shock in his voice, just on the edge on raw, "Jesus, Sammy-"

And Dean gives a chuckle of disbelief, of wonder "Fucking crazy ass brother is what I've got. I love you, too, ok? Love you so much that I'm scared every day I'm gonna lose you, lose this and that's why-. Damn it...for what it's worth, Sam, I'm really sorry."

Sam huffs out a sigh, "You should be-"

Dean searches his face and leans in slow, giving Sam plenty of time to turn away, to stop him and when Sam stays right there, doesn't flinch, Dean presses his lips onto Sam's, soft as a butterfly's wing, fluttering over and pulling back fast like he's afraid and he bumps his nose up against Sam's, asking permission, "Sammy? Don't give up on me, ok? I'll be better, I promise, just...stay with me? Please?"

And his mouth is back on Sam's, sliding across this time in a sensuous arc, tongue tasting the curve of Sam's lips, the corner of his smile and when he pulls back this time, Sam's lips part, trying to pull in a breath because Dean's gentleness is sparking flicks of desire through him, up his spine and down his legs, making his knees shake and he can't get in a decent breath here-

Dean leans in, mumbles against his lips, "Please, Sam-"

And he's trembling, the heat twisting through his belly, and he feels himself come alive down below, tingling with passion, with need, "God, yes…"

Dean slicks his tongue across Sam's lower lip, his hands starting to move, over Sam's shoulder's and down, curving over the tense biceps and sliding to the ribs, fingers tapping in a staccato rhythm and he's whispering his hot breath over Sam's mouth, "Need you, need to touch you, taste you...missed you-"

And when Dean covers his mouth again, more insistent, lips rubbing hungrily across, tongue flicking out, asking for access, Sam opens up eagerly, meets him right there, moaning out a welcome because it's been so fucking long-

Dean crowds in, spreads Sam's mouth wide and pushes in deep, diving down, and Sam's swooning at the taste, so familiar, so Dean and the flickers of heat burn up from his loins, shaking his legs and fanning across his belly in hot tendrils and he clings to Dean's shoulders tight, sure his knees are gonna give out and he's gonna drop on his ass to the floor because the lips on his are making him sizzle-

They break apart, gasping with the steamy lust they've got rising in each other and Sam falls back against the wall, equilibrium shot to hell and hissing in pain at the contact against his raw back. He stares into Dean's eyes, the flicker of agony disappearing, overcome with passion, with want for his brother and Dean's all he knows, all he can see because the look Dean's giving him is pure fucking fire, searing into him, scorching his insides and damn-

Dean's mouth is right there, lips hot as lava, kissing the breath out of him and all Sam can do is hang on, head spinning with the hot arousal stirring in him, and Dean's tongue, sliding around his own, taking him, owning him and Sam opens up more, groaning into the hot mouth on his, letting Dean take control-

Dean pulls away and Sam feels the tug in his hair, pulling back his head and he lets his head fall, giving his neck and Dean licks a hot trail down over his throat, pausing at the base to press wet kisses into the vein pulsing there, Sam's heart pounding under Dean's lips and Dean moans low, voice muttering words Sam can barely make out, "Missed you, God, missed this…your fucking taste, Sam…"

And Dean's other hand is running down his skin, and it's tingling everywhere he touches, making his muscles tremble, for fuck's sake, and it's so bad he's quaking with it, nearly jumping out of his skin when Dean brushes over a nipple, the spark of electricity zinging through his veins.

"Fuck, Dean!" and he can't catch his breath, the passion flaring up from his cock, sudden and swift and he's had enough waiting, enough goddamn time wasted and he's not waiting any longer, can't take it, needs to have Dean inside him now, right now and fuck if Dean's not ready, Sam's desperate and hungry and Dean's just gonna have to deal-

With a growl, Sam grabs Dean's shoulders and pulls him up, kisses him hard, back-walks him towards the bed as he shoves his tongue into Dean's sweet mouth and when Dean falls onto the bed, lifting an eyebrow in surprise at Sam's impatience, a smile playing on his lips, Sam is crawling up, over the hard swell of Dean's cock and straddling, the stiff flesh laying hot against Sam's naked ass.

"Need you, need you now-" And Sam's wheezing out the words, reaching behind to grab Dean's dick and press it in between his ass cheeks, moving up and down slow, squirming his hips sensuously to rock against the hardness.

"I'll-" Dean's gasping at the feel of Sam's hand, Sam's ass and the movement of soft flesh against his hard length, "Jesus, Sam, slow the fuck down or I'm gonna go off before I even get inside you."

And Dean's hands are on his hips, "Let me, let me get on top…wanna touch you, kiss you-"

"Can't, man, my back…fucking fire, can't lay on it, gotta be on top-"

And Dean scoots up on the bed, Sam moving with him and Dean's up on an elbow, catching Sam behind the head and pulling him down for a kiss. Sam's hands land on the headboard above him for balance and he's nipping and sucking at Dean's lips, pushing them apart and thrusting in his tongue deep. He meets Dean's halfway and they tangle and dance, his ass moving up and down against Dean's shaft behind him.

"God, Sammy-" And Dean's hands move gently, circling Sam's ribs and down to his backside, cupping the cheeks with a firm hand, pulling back to watch Sam's face, letting go as soon as he sees the grimace of pain, and Dean works open Sam's ass carefully, spreading the cheeks wider and sliding his cock inside, along the length of crack, pushing his hips up and down and gasping at the feel of it-

Dean brings up a hand to Sam's mouth and Sam opens, sucks in his fingers, wetting them good and Dean reaches back around, eases between the silky cheeks and finds the puckered hole, quivering under his fingers. He circles around and around, pressing in gently before working in a fingertip, stretching and pulling and finally, thrusting deep, in and out and Sam moans in pleasure, pushing his ass back onto Dean's hand.

When he's moving in easy, Dean slides in another finger, opening Sam up with deep plunges, and Sam's bucking down against him, grinding his ass down as Dean thrusts up, breath catching in Sam's chest as he moves, rasping in the air, "God, Dean, feels so good-"

"You ready for me, Sammy?" Dean's voice is a hoarse whisper, lip caught between teeth as he watches Sam fucking himself on his fingers, eyes full of heat at the pleasure on Sam's face-

"God, yes, Dean, please-" Sam shakes back his bangs, letting Dean see him, see his enjoyment at the feel of his brother's hands on him-

Dean slides out his fingers and his hands go to Sam's hips, raising him slightly and Sam reaches around, taking hold of Dean's dick and guiding it in-

He's never been in this position before and it's been so long since Dean's been inside him that he's small, tight and shit, the fucking head of Dean's cock is huge, rock hard and so freaking hot, it's burning him-

He tries squirming around on it, feeling impaled, because his muscles aren't giving, they're holding fast and he's trying to relax but Jesus, it fucking burns like fire, and he's stretched wide open, arms back up clinging to the bed rail over Dean's head, shaking with effort-

"Fuck, Dean, hurts, man-" And Dean reaches up, hands landing on Sam's hips with a grip of iron and gives a push down, thrusting up at the same time and driving himself deep into Sam's ass-

And Sam teeters for a second, lost in the pain and burn in his backside, muscles stiff and rigid and he's not breathing, not moving, eyes squeezed shut, teeth bared back in a grimace-

Dean pulls out and shoves up again, going deeper and the breath whooshes out of Sam's lungs, one hand slaps onto Dean's chest and he's gasping, harsh grunts of pain working out of his throat, "Jesus, Dean, holy fuck! Slow…uhhhh, slow down, for Christ's sake, man, let me fucking breathe-"

Dean's huffing into the space between them, "Sorry, Sam, got a little carried away there…Shit, man, you're so fucking tight, you're cutting off the circulation…come on, Sammy…relax…"

And Dean's hands slide up Sam's chest, circling his nipples gently, playing and flicking at them, rubbing his hands over Sam's ribs and arms and Sam feels himself loosen, bones and muscles slackening and resting and he slides down onto Dean's dick more from gravity. Dean pulls back and pushes up again, not thrusting as hard but keeping it steady, driving a constant pressure, ebbing back and pressing in again, small pokes, inching his way inside. With a sigh, Sam relaxes onto him, the restraining hand on Dean's chest curling and rubbing now, starting to caress as the pain lessens and passion moves on in. Dean gives one more jab up and he's buried deep, Sam's ass resting on his thighs, and Sam's moaning on top of him, panting down and locking his eyes onto Dean's, losing himself in the deep green pools staring back up at him.

Dean takes Sam's hand off his chest and brings it to his lips, kissing softly, letting his tongue slide around the fingertips, sucking each into his mouth in turn as Sam watches longingly. With a smooth move of hips, Dean backs up and bucks in, easy slide and Sam catches his breath as Dean hits that sweet spot inside, jolts of pleasure flicking over Sam's spine, making him bounce on Dean's lap.

Dean's hands go back to Sam's hips, "Goddamn, Sammy…keep moving like that and it's gonna be a short one, man-"

"Dean, you're in so deep, it's like I can feel you through my whole body-" Sam breathes down at him, gasping as Dean pulls at his hips, reversing his own at the same time and then driving forward, letting Sam fall, leaving them both gasping in delight and Dean gets them in a rhythm, buck and pull, out and in-

"God, feels so good, Sam…missed you…missed this…" And Dean stretches up, trying to reach him, "Need your fucking mouth, Sammy-"

And Sam leans down, covering Dean's lips with his own, thrusting in with his tongue and getting grunts of pleasure out of Dean as he matches the slide of his tongue to Dean's cock shoving into him and he grinds his ass down onto the hard length inside of him, feeling Dean's legs jerk and rock under his ass, the thighs under his cheeks trembling as Dean climbs higher and higher towards orgasm.

Sam reaches down to take hold of his own dick, to get himself off and Dean breaks off the kiss, smacking his hand away.

"Dean, what the-" Sam bitches at him, frustrated.

"Uh uh, Sammy, I got plans for that-" And he bucks up into Sam's ass again, harder now, faster, each graze over Sam's prostate has him crying out, fingers itching to jerk himself off and he's almost begging, hell, he is begging, "Christ, Dean, please-"

Two more deep thrusts into his ass and he feels the throb of muscle, the jerk of Dean's dick inside him and then the hot come filling him up and Dean keeps shoving, emptying himself into Sam's ass until he's spent, done and falling back onto the bed, gasping out his breath and rocking through the tingling aftermath.

He barely lets himself rest before he's slipping his dick out, pulling up on Sam's hips and shaking his head at his brother's whimper of loss as he leaves the warm snugness and starts to scoot down, urging Sam to come forward.

Sam knee-walks his way up the bed until he's resting on Dean's chest and Dean stares up at him in steamy lust, "Want to taste you, Sammy, wanna drink you down-"

And he fists hard around Sam's shaft, dragging up and down, Sam growing and lengthening in his grasp and Dean's craning up his neck, flicking out his tongue to circle around the swollen head of Sam's dick, making Sam gasp and buck forward.

He licks down Sam's length and back up, tickling along the sensitive underside of Sam's cock before working into the slit on top, small pokes with the tip of his tongue and circling again, swirling and dancing over the head and down, kissing his way back up, nipping and biting on the tender skin. Sam's head is thrown back in ecstasy, his throat working over his Adam's apple, hums and groans of bliss racking through his chest.

Dean takes him in, just the tip, sucking wild and Sam falls forward, hand slapping down on the mattress next to his head, back hunched over, his other hand fierce, clenched white, on the headboard.

"God, Dean, holy shit, your fucking mouth-"

And it's heaven in there, all hot and wet, Dean's tongue lapping over him and Sam's eyes pop open, glue onto those fucking lips working over his skin, flick to green eyes burning with lust, and he's panting like a freaking dog, can't get a decent breath in because Dean's sucking his fucking lungs out of his chest through his dick-

His hips move with a mind of their own, working as a team with Dean's mouth, and Sam's out of the picture, at their mercy, his mind swooning and careening around like a roller coaster, sweeping up high and then crashing down at mock ten and he's pumping helplessly, Dean's tongue leading the dance, taking care of Sammy yet again-

And when Dean swallows him down, hands sliding around to clench on Sam's ass cheeks, fingers burning into his skin, he's tugging Sam forward, making him thrust, urging him on until Sam's lost control, blindly climbing up the side of the mountain, skittering fast, reaching the top in record time.

His vision clouds, closes down and he's shoving into Dean's eager mouth, down that open throat that surrounds him with slippery goodness, so hot, so freaking wide for him, asking for everything Sam can give and he's reached it, snow covered peaks and he's rocking in, jerking out and Dean's fingers, Christ, shoving into him from behind and rolling around, crooking in and raking over that fucking place-

He feels it break, shatter and he's throbbing, exploding, without warning and Dean moans low in his throat, like he's tasting the best thing in the world and Sam dimly hears, the roar of blood in his ears making it far away, muffled. The tremors rack through him with each spurt and Dean keeps sucking, keeps drinking and Jesus, will he ever stop because his body is spasming, twitching with every pull of Dean's mouth and he collapses to the side, head hanging on his arm still attached to the headboard, other palm curled loose around his brother's cheek.

"Dean, God, Dean." Is all Sam can manage, shaking like he's palsied, every muscle, every nerve spent and exhausted because he's never come that hard in his fucking life-

Dean's tongue is still moving, licking, cleaning him and sending errant twitches through Sam's body with each lap, humming in his throat at the taste and finally, pressing a kiss into the head, sliding a lick into the slit to make sure he didn't miss a drop and Sam's hips buck again futilely, tiredly. Dean runs hands down Sam's thighs and he can feel Dean's gaze on him, watching him as he recovers and he gives a half smile, the hand on Dean's face caressing heavy because he can barely lift his arm. He manages to move off his brother's chest and slide down next to him on the bed, closing his eyes and laying his head on Dean's shoulder, letting himself rest.

Dean pulls Sam's arm over his chest and hugs it to him, reaching up a hand to caress Sam's face with a thumb, almost purring with satisfaction.

"You taste so goddamn good, Sam, it's freaking addicting, man, I can't get enough of it-"

Sam gives a big sigh, breathing finally calming down and he's able to speak, even though his limbs are still boneless jelly, "Missed you, man…missed you so fucking much-"

His hand is brought up to Dean's mouth, palm kissed with hot lips and Dean husks out, "Sammy-I love you so much."

And Sam pulls his hand away, puts it on Dean's heart, "You just gotta stop listening to your freaking head, asshole and listen to this. Because this right here, what we got between us, is everything, the only thing that matters, the only thing that's right and you can tell yourself all goddamn day that you're not worthy, that you're useless and everything's your fucking fault but, bottom line, Dean? I love you, always have and always will and this? This is all I ever want from you. Just…love me back, man. Do that and we can get through anything."

Dean covers Sam's hand with his own, "I might still get stupid sometimes but I'll try, ok? I'll try."

Sam nuzzles into Dean's neck, lips kissing along the sweet skin, saying serenely, "Stupid is as stupid does."

"Oh, you did not just Forrest Gump me! What a lame line that was, I mean, does anyone know what the fuck that even meant? Who wrote that shit anyway-"

And Sam smiles against Dean's neck, his brother's voice washing over him as he settles down against Dean's chest, curling into him and knowing that he's right where he belongs, for now and for ever.

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~ the end~