Of Demons, Deceptions and Desire Chapter Two
Of Demons, Deceptions and Desire Chapter Two
Author's notes: Thanks ever so much to those who have found their way here either through The Brothers Winchester Code or not. It's wonderful to see people reading this. And my reviewers have, as always, been great.
Disclaimer: Still sticking with the characters belonging to someone else. Except for the demon, I suppose he's mine.
Spoilers: None, really.
Liquorish—Yes, I am a bad, bad girl. I shall endeavor to update at a rate which appeases you.
On with the chapter…
Sam's jaw dropped.
"What the fuck, Dean?"
Dean picked up each of Sam's arms in turn, gently rubbing life back into his fingers and aching muscles as he explained.
"You understand what this demon does, right, Sammy?"
Sam nodded.
"It makes its victims come, and then it consumes their essence so they die," he recited by rote.
Dean's head dipped up and down slowly, like he was waiting for Sam to keep going. When Sam just furrowed his brow Dean fixed him with a look before he spoke.
"Let me ask you this…Do you think it was easier for the demon to get the other victims hard than it was to get you hard?"
Sam frowned, a bit unsure where Dean was going with this but he gave an affirmative answer.
"Its victims come against their will, Sammy. That helps the demon…they are willing to die, if only the pain will stop," Dean further clarified and when he saw that Sam still wasn't getting it he sighed and gestured to the cock ring. "So if I take it off now you're going to come. Do you want to come now, Sam? Do you feel like having a pain-induced orgasm that will possibly lead to your death?"
He could see that Dean was scared. The fact that the demon had gone a step further with Sam meant that they weren't guaranteed of the outcome. Nonetheless Sam thought about it, because he really didn't want to come, but the thought of not being in pain was tempting. Although once Dean killed the demon it could still be dangerous for Sam to come, but Sam put that thought out of his mind and simply trusted his brother to do what was best.
"No," he finally admitted, although part of him laughed that they were actually having this discussion.
Dean kissed his forehead and Sam leaned down to rest his head on Dean's shoulder, allowing his brother to take his weight and hold him close.
"So just hang on for a little bit and we'll see if we can't get you to want to come, okay? Make it your choice, all right?"
Sam nodded slowly, not sure if this was one of their dumber ideas but already tempted to move from needing to come to end the pain to wanting to come for Dean.
"Let's get you back to the hotel, clean you up, bandage everything and we can give you all the kisses and cuddles you want along with whatever else you can think of, okay?"
"Yeah, Dean, we can do that," Sam said and Dean tipped his head down so he could kiss Sam, who began to respond to the kiss with more than simple affection.
"Kill that thing already so we can go," Sam suggested as he nuzzled lazily along Dean's throat, wanting to see if he could get him riled up a bit. If Sam was going to be stuck hard then he figured Dean could stand to be right there with him. But his brother wasn't so easily distracted and he only caved for a moment, letting his head fall back and his hands squeeze Sam's hips gently.
"That's my boy," Dean chuckled as he made sure Sam had his feet under him before he went over and sliced through the creature's heart. Once its death throes ended he salted and burned the remains and they left before the whole tenement went up in smoke.
Dean eased Sam into the car and he stretched out across the front seat slowly, trying to fit his body in without moving too much. Dean shut the door and was in on his side, ready to cradle Sam before his brother had made it that far. He relaxed onto Dean's lap and stifled a groan as the Impala rumbled to life beneath him, jarring his body.
"Shh, Sammy," Dean whispered as he reached down to card his fingers through Sam's hair. "I've got you."
Sam forced himself to focus on the feelings outside of the pain he was experiencing, telling himself that it was like when he had a vision. The pain always seemed like it would never stop but it did…eventually. He began to mentally recite every birthday present Dean had ever gotten him, every one he'd gotten Dean, along with the cakes he could remember. He recalled Dean reading him his favorite book as a child, could hear Dean changing his voice with each character.
He had just moved on to a recollection of every prank they'd pulled on each other when Dean announced that they had arrived. Sam didn't even bother to look and see if anyone was watching, trusting Dean to have already made sure before he began to try and work back into a sitting position and then out of the car.
It was slow going and Sam thought about what a ridiculous picture they probably made, with him sporting wood like no one's business and Dean leading him like he was the most fragile creature there was on Earth. He chortled and groaned when his laugh aggravated his injuries.
"What're you laughin' at?"
"Us. Specifically, what we look like right now."
Dean simply grinned and continued to direct Sam. Once they were inside the safety of their hotel room Sam let Dean take over completely and he found himself standing inside the shower with the water pouring over him before he knew it. He understood from countless other injuries that the lacerations and abrasions he'd sustained would sting like a bitch once the shower spray hit them and this time was no exception. But he'd never been subjected to a raging hard-on in the shower that was also bleeding and that hurt like words could never do justice.
"Fuck!" he cursed and leaned against the marble wall, allowing Dean to wash him as gently as he could. He was grateful that his brother hadn't protested against staying in such a swanky hotel since it currently meant that the shower stall was plenty big for both of them.
He willed his erection away which did nothing besides pass the time and privately thought it would be a miracle if Dean could get him to the point where he actually wanted to come based on being horny. Once Sam was clean Dean began to wash himself, his movements quick and efficient, and his focus was on getting back to Sam above anything else.
But as Sam watched him move his cock twitched as he recalled many times when the shower wasn't just used to get each other clean. And although it still hurt like a bitch he realized that if anyone was going to be able to make him want to come after this ordeal and turn it all around then it would be Dean.
Dean went about bandaging Sam's cuts and treating his wounds with his typical single-minded attention. He went through their bags and snagged some pain pills for Sam and handed them over while he got some water for him to wash them down. Sam sat on the edge of the bed and yawned, the events of the day taking their toll.
"You want to cuddle some and just want to try and sleep?" Dean asked and Sam frowned.
"What about this stupid thing?" he asked and Dean moved to the other side of the bed and propped himself up on the pillows.
"You yawned, Sammy. I just thought maybe you wanted to rest before trying anything, that's all."
Sam nodded and began a slow crawl towards Dean. As much as he wanted to just take the damn cock ring off and let whatever was going to happen play out he couldn't resist the lure of a cuddly Dean. It was one of Sam's favorite things to do, as Dean well knew, and Sam had yet to pass on an opportunity to snuggle.
Dean watched Sam carefully, hyper alert to any indication that his brother's injuries were causing even more pain than before. He held his arms out and helped Sam turn over and lean back against him. He gingerly pulled the blankets over them and he smiled when he felt Sam settle onto him completely.
"So I'm your baby, huh?" Sam stated with a grimace as he shifted a bit.
"Mmm-hmm," Dean replied. He moved his hands up to Sam's neck and he began to caress the skin, letting his fingers rub Sam's ears. He chuckled when Sam moaned and squirmed. "Sorry, Sammy, am I hurting you?"
"Hell no," Sam assured him, "as well you know. Keep doing that and I just might fall asleep on you."
"That's the idea," Dean said, "why else do you think I brought out the big guns?"
"I owe you a million kisses," Sam replied with a smile that became another yawn.
"Only a million?" Dean teased as he kept up the gentle contact. "Guess I must be slipping then."
"Not slipping…" Sam declared and he shook his head in emphasis. "…you're perfect."
Dean moved one of his arms so he could hug Sam to him and left his arm in place when Sam's hand drifted up to hold Dean to him.
"I want more kisses, Dean," Sam commanded as he stroked his brother's hand and forearm with his fingers.
And he tilted his head back even further so Dean could comply with his demand, which he did with an affectionate grin and a shake of his head. Sam tucked his head between his brother's chin and shoulder and let Dean's touch lull him towards slumber.
"You're my everything…" he whispered as he let his eyes fall closed.
End of Chapter Two