Of Demons Deceptions and Desire Ch 05

Disclaimer: Would that I did own them. Yet I shall content myself with playing with the various scenarios I do own, and occasionally I shall bring them into said situations, much to their imaginary dismay, I would reckon.

Spoilers: None. It's part of "The Brothers Winchester Code" and yet it'll make sense even if you've bypassed that story.

Author's Notes: Hello again friends. Extra thanks to my stalker, or I guess she's my ghost, Liquorish…continue to haunt/stalk me all you want, I enjoy it.

Liquorish—I didn't mean for it to be such a cliffhanger, you know. Oh wait, I did. That is because as I have often said I am eeeeeeeevil…I keep trying to defect but the Dark Side always lures me back with those cookies.

On with the chapter…

"Do you suppose it's an after-effect of the demon?" Dean wondered.

"I don't know," Sam replied, "But what I do know is that I want you to help me with it."

"Oh yeah?" Dean said with a grin, "And what did you have in mind?"

"Suck me off."

Sam wasn't usually so blunt but when he was it usually was designed to turn Dean on. And this time was no different as it got the desired response from his brother. Dean's eyebrows raised and his pupils dilated and he wasted no time in scooting to the middle of the bed, waiting for Sam to move up towards the headboard and spread his legs for him.

Once Dean lay between Sam's legs he winked up at him before he licked his way up, down, and all around his brother's cock before he opened up and swallowed as much of him as he could. The sight of those lips screwed down over his cock, cheeks hollowing as his brother sucked, and the fingers that teased his balls and just-fucked entrance combined to form a picture that Sam could only stand for so long before he needed to come. Dean pulled his head up slightly, only enough to allow him to just barely graze the head of Sam's dick with his teeth, and then he paused, knowing that the move was one guaranteed to make his brother come. And sure enough mere seconds later Sam climaxed roughly, thrusting upwards in abandon.

Dean kissed his way back up the long plane of Sam's torso, pausing to lick the ridges of his abdomen and gently bite at his nipples before finally reaching Sam's mouth for a series of slow kisses. As Sam recovered from the aftershocks of his orgasm he was able to reciprocate the kisses more and more until he rolled them over so he could lay on Dean and finish kissing before taking the next step, which would usually be to suggest a shower and then a nap in order to give them some time to gear up for another round. But as soon as he rolled over he realized that would not be tonight's plan.

"Holy crap…I'm still hard," he announced, wincing as he moved so he was lying on his back next to his brother.

"Do you feel anything else? Anything out of the ordinary?" Dean asked and when Sam shook his head he swiped a hand down his face. "Well maybe it just needs to work its way through your system or something…what do you want to do?"

And when faced with the question he decided that they'd just have to move on to the next round sooner than planned.

"Can I fuck you?" He asked, having the feeling Dean wasn't going to exactly complain about more sex.

In response Dean gave him a wicked smile and turned over onto his stomach. Sam laughed and rolled him back over.

"This way," he insisted, "So I can still kiss you."

He knew that Dean would whine about the position since it meant Sam would inevitably tease him with the varying movements he made dividing his time between opening his brother up and kissing him. And indeed it only took a few minutes for Dean to start demanding that Sam quit messing around and finish prepping him. As usual Sam ignored his brother's protests since every one of them was countered by Dean pushing back onto Sam's fingers or licking his way into Sam's mouth.

Once he felt Dean was sufficiently prepped he eased his way into him, hoping that it wouldn't take too long for him to come. Not that he didn't love fucking Dean but he wanted to move on to the cuddling part of the evening. He'd already come twice and wasn't sure how much stamina he really had left. But as he was contemplating this he realized that he wasn't close to coming and when he recognized why he made a frustrated noise in the back of his throat and Dean frowned up at him.

"What's the problem?"

"I need to go harder, Dean," he admitted.

"Okay…" he trailed off and furrowed his brow when Sam didn't move. "I'm not seeing the problem."

"I don't want to hurt you," he confessed softly.

"How is fucking me harder—hold on. Wait. Are you saying that I've been hurting you during sex?" Dean sputtered out, horrified at the thought.

"No, that's not it…exactly," Sam hedged, trying to find a way to explain it. Dean crossed his arms and stared up at his brother.

"Then I'll wait until you can tell me exactly what it is."

Sam knew he had to tread carefully here. He'd already inadvertently given his brother the idea that Dean had been causing him pain—which was pretty much Dean's Achilles heel—so he had to make sure that his explanation not only got his point across but also soothed his brother's ruffled feathers.

"I love when we do that, Dean, I really do."

"Do what?" Dean said with a narrowed gaze.

"When we're together and we get to the point where you just let go with me. I love literally feeling how much you want me, knowing that you're not holding anything back. I may be sore later but it's the good kind, where every time you move you know you're sore for a worthy reason. And in our case when I'm sore it just helps to remind me of you, and how much I want you and how much you want me."

Dean frowned before speaking.

"So why wouldn't you want me to experience that with you?"

And Sam furrowed his brow, not having considered that Dean would see it that way.

"That's not what I meant," he tried to insist but Dean was having none of it.

"So what—you don't trust me to be able to handle it with you? You think that I'm too delicate or some shit? You're saying you've been holding out on me, deliberately keeping yourself from expressing how you feel about me out of fear that I'll break?"

Sam gently placed his hand across Dean's mouth to stop the impending rant. He deliberately softened his voice as he explained himself.

"Actually…no. I mean, the times I have wanted that sort of really intense feeling I've usually been bottoming and you're pretty happy to give it to me like that if I ask. But I want to stay on top and I want to really fuck you hard, Dean, and it freaks me out a little."

And Sam pulled his hand back and for a few moments they both stared at each other. Finally Dean reached up and used his thumb to trace the line of Sam's jaw as he spoke.

"You know how we were talking about the Halloween with the glasses? Remember when you topped during that night?"

Sam nodded, face flushing at the memory.

"Are you telling me that you didn't let go with all you had? You didn't fuck me within an inch of our lives?"

"Well yeah, I did. And that's exactly my point! I hurt you that night, and I never realized it until today," Sam confessed.

Dean could hear in his brother's voice how upset Sam was by the idea that he had hurt him and that Dean had just let him get away with it. He shook his head.

"Did I tell you I was hurt?" he asked.

"No," Sam answered reluctantly and Dean tipped Sam's chin up to force him to meet his gaze.

"That's because I wasn't. Sore? Yes. Satisfied? Yes. Still horny? Hell yes."

"Dean, you don't have to try and make—" Sam started to protest but now it was Dean's hand gently closing over his mouth.

"Don't you remember me taking advantage of how keyed up you still were the next few days? Do you really think I would have initiated all the sex we had if I wanted to be away from you? If I somehow had been injured?"

"I guess that wouldn't have made much sense," Sam finally admitted.

"No, it wouldn't have. I would have told you I needed to recover and I would have asked you to keep it gentle…more cuddling and the kind of stuff we tend to have when you first wake me up."

"Are you sure?"

Dean nodded before Sam had even finished asking the question.

"Yes, I'm sure. And now you've got to promise me that it'll be the same for you. That if you're ever left too sore that you'll tell me, okay?"

Sam tipped his head down and gave Dean a gentle kiss.

"I promise."

End of chapter