Private Room

Chapter 2

Sam stood up from the bed to prepare. He took off his jacket and poured wine in tall glasses. It was really fine wine - red, strong smell and really pleasurable for the tongue.

'Good evening, sir' the voice was amazing – low, a bit insecure, but strong. His heart was beating fast, he was radiating warmth, but his breathing was calm. Sam couldn't help a smile.

'Hello, Castiel' he turned to face him. He needed a part of the second to check him out and when his eyes settled on Castiel's eyes and mouth, a shiver ran Sam's spine. That feel was amazing and he was only getting it when he was feeding on a person. He was definitely making sure not to be caught on a murderer. Yes. The hot human he was having once a month was always poor unfortunate soul to meet death. But he was always choosing people from jails, rapers, sick people on dead beds. According to Sam he was doing humanity a favour by killing the scum or those who have no chance to survive. He missed that feeling. He hasn't feed on a human for months. But he never ever has gotten that same feel by only looking at someone. He wasn't going to feed tonight and his senses were sharp and aroused. Castiel was wearing a thin gown in color of mocha, his black hair a bit messy and his face was so innocent. 'Do you like it here so far?' Sam smiled and handed Castiel a glass of wine.

'The place is snugly and nice. I'm still trying to get use to the working part.'

'I heard you are taking a lot of clients.'

'I need more money and more experience. Carmen is paying me good' he nervously took a sip from the wine. Sam could feel the tension in the man.

'You don't look as a man to work on such place'

'And you don't look as a man who visits such places' Castiel dared to say quietly and his heart started hammering when he realized what he just said.

'You are indeed very interesting 'intimacy-man' Sam smirked and wrapped arm around his waist.

'And you are very curious client. And very handsome one. I guess it's a family gene. You are different' Castiel spoke quietly.

'How come?' Sam squint eyes slowly rocking with Castiel on place with the slow rhythm of the quiet music.

'Usually with other clients we are already fucking. But you insist on talking'

'You got my interest Castiel and believe me that's a rare case. So… ' Sam slid hand in Castiel's black hair 'You are into guys?'

'I found it recently…' Castiel wasn't that nervous anymore. The corners of his mouth were trembling for a smile. For a first time he was serving a client and he wasn't feeling that nervous and awkward.

'You really got my interest, you should be flattered.' Sam pressed Castiel harder to his body and Castiel lifted his chin up so their gazes stood locked. 'You are really interesting' Sam wanted to say more than that but he couldn't. He wasn't used to that.

Castiel closed his eyes and opened slightly his mouth just on time to meet his client's mouth. Their lips closed around each other, wet hot tongues caressing teasingly slowly. A bolt of electricity ran over Castiel's body. That was the tenderest and most erotic kiss he ever experienced in his life. It was so good that he got erection very fast. He couldn't hold a lost moan and his fingers unclenched dropping the glass of wine. And for a first time Sam's vampire reflexes just refused to react and he didn't catch the glass, letting it spill on the carpet. He smiled in the kiss as he felt Castiel's erection pressing at him and kept kissing him that slowly and wet. Sam was stunned and intoxicated from Castiel's mouth and noises. Castiel was hot, pulsing with life to Sam's body. Sam missed that feeling so painfully bad. It wasn't like that with the other clients. His lips were burning, maybe from the arousal or the fact he didn't feed for days. He was tasting sweet and Sam felt the urge to taste him but it wasn't allow and that was making it as a forbidden fruit. There was something more intimate, on different level. Not that formal. Sam was inhaling Castiel's breath and it was like inhaling life. Feeling alive was one more thing Sam missed. Something he lacked for the past 112 years. And right before Castiel could start his job, Sam pulled back, breathing heavy which was pretty unusual. He locked gaze with Castiel who blinked confused.

'Is it… is something wrong mister Winchester?' Sam's head was dizzy and he started losing control. That was unbelievable. Even when he was newborn he was managing to keep control, but that moment he was feeling young and hungry for something different than blood, but the fire in his throat was saying different. He was feeling young and lost and craving for that one thing, back in his human days when he had that feeling – such sweet amazing feeling that was walking hand by hand with that special kind of pain and suffering that every human being was seeking in life. Was that - love? He was losing it. It was against all rules and laws and nature. It just hit him out of nowhere and he couldn't accept it. NO. That wasn't real. That was all hunger.

'I-I-I'm sorry' he excused himself, took his jacket and got out a patch of money throwing them on the bed. 'Give Carmen her part' he said fast and left the room and the club.

With his inhuman speed he was back home for no time.

He had that big marvelous 3 floored residence with many bedrooms and bathrooms and dining hall and big kitchen, game rooms, living rooms and very beautiful garden. It was like a small castle. But this one was different. Sam Winchester was the old big vampire. And the rest 25 vampires were his so called family or that's how Sam wanted to believe. The awful truth was that no one loved him… Except the 2 progenies he had and some very old vampire friends who could be count on the fingers on one of his hands. Though he was creator of two vampires, he loved them in a strange way, he was always rude and he never ever thought of his behavior. Love was a feeling he haven't experienced like forever. If he wanted to survive and be on top he had to be ruthless.

'Sam… Sam, are you alright?' Jo Harvelle, Sam's second progeny (after he lost the first one, because of some unexpected reasons) ran in his dark big office room, full of shelves with books and big desk, heads of dead animals, many paintings on the walls and giant windows looking at the garden. Jo found Sam lying on the floor surrounded by empty banks of blood, panting for air with spread arms and legs.

'Go away… Jo' He ordered quietly.

'What is happening with you?' her eyes filled with bloody tears. Like every progeny she was scared for the life of her maker.

'I said piss off, Jo.' Sam groaned.

'I swear if you are dying…'

'GET LOST' Sam yelled in her face right after he caught her throat and pinned her to the door with vampire speed.

'No wonder why everybody hates you…' Jo whimpered with true pain in her voice. She didn't want that to be real. She was trying so much to change Sam and make him better, but it was lost cause.

Sam let her go and she left him alone. Then he got back in the middle of the room where the moon was shinning in silver. He lay down and ignored the conversations downstairs about him. That feeling was killing him. Not physically though he wished it was so.

'Castiel' he barely pronounced, seeing his face in his memory, his lips still burning over the vampire's.