Okay, here it is - second half of the chapter, treating it like a separate chap. Thanks for being so patient, guys. Hope you like it!
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Oh, wait, MAJOR SCHMOOP AND GRAPHIC SEX AHOY!
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Sam quieted gradually and lay tucked in against Dean, exhausted.
Dean said quietly, "You okay?"
"Dean - " Sam pressed his face against Dean's shoulder. "I had to kill them. I swear, I had to."
"Sam, I know - "
"They were going to take me and fuck me and kill me and you'd never have known what happened to me," he whispered.
Dean flinched. "Sam - "
"Listen! I had to kill those guys. But there's a part of me -a part that thinks killing them makes me what Dad says I am. A monster." Sam paused, trembling. "Part of me thinks maybe I should've just died, like he wants me to."
"No, Sam, no." Dean put his arms around Sam, but his brother's body stayed stiff and tight.
"Dean, what - what if you're the only thing keeping me human? What happens if I change and I'm not me anymore?" He drew in a shaky breath and voiced his deepest fear. "I don't want you to have to kill me."
Dean shuddered. "That'll never happen, Sammy." He held his brother tighter, pouring the strength of his love into him, his belief in his brother's innate goodness - the knowledge that all would be well between them.
After a time, Sam sighed and they snuggled back against each other.
"Do you remember what I told you the night it happened?" Dean asked presently.
"Nuh uh."
"I said that if I'd come back and found you dead -" Dean's voice got a little hoarse - "it would have killed me."
He tilted Sam's chin up and looked into his eyes. "I meant that. Killing those bastards, you didn't just save your life. You saved mine."
Dean could see that his words had reached Sam, but there was still a lot of pain in those hazel eyes, and he was determined to take that away.
"Okay, baby. This is gonna be a massive chick flick moment and it'll probably never happen again, so pay attention, okay?"
Confused, Sam nodded.
"You're it for me, you big, dumb sasquatch," Dean said bluntly. "I love you."
"You're a huge pain in the ass, but you're the only person in the world that means a goddamned thing to me."
"When you say stupid shit like maybe I won't love you anymore, I want to thump you. But I still love you."
"When you bore me silly talking about quasars or Tennyson or the origins of Christianity for a fucking hour, I still love you."
"When you hit me with your bitch face, I want to smack you. But I still love you."
He touched Sam's face tenderly, smoothed his curling hair back from his forehead.
` "When you cry, it rips my freaking heart out. And when you're not with me, all I can think about is getting back to you."
"Dean. . . "
"Quiet. I'm not done being a woman yet," Dean said softly.
"If you go dark side, brother, I'll be right there with you. And if you die - I'm going, too."
"Dean -"
"Accept it. I know you feel the same way."
They looked into each other's eyes for a long moment.
"Okay. That's it, then." Dean grinned wryly. "That clear enough for you, Samantha?"
Sam stayed still for a long moment.
Then, with a low cry, frantic with love and need, he threw himself on top of Dean and plastered his mouth over his brother's - hot, frenzied kisses, tongue licking, desperately claiming. "Dean . . . "
After a breathless minute, Dean tore his mouth away.
"Sammy, wait - "
"No!" Sliding down Dean's body, Sam quickly unbuckled his brother's belt and tore his jeans down over his thighs, panting with eagerness.
need you need you now need to show you show you
"Jesus, Sam -" Dean tried to sit up but collapsed back with a gasp when Sam leaned in and sucked in his brother's cock, eyes hot and not quite sane.
Dean.
This man who had raised him, protected him, loved him as no other ever had or would - father, brother, lover - all those things. He deserved all that Sam could give him - all that Sam was and more.
everything - anything.
Dazed, euphoric, Sam licked slowly and sensuously up Dean's dick, swirled teasingly around the bundle of nerves just beneath the head.
"Sam . . . "
Took in his dick as far as he could, his nose pressed into Dean's soft curls, fingers scratching softly over his balls, the base of the shaft
for you, Dean, all for you, everything for you
Teeth scraping, mouth working up and down, tongue digging ruthlessly into the slit at the crown, Sam moaning in helpless response to Dean's muttered, muffled curses -
"Baby, let me - "
He left Dean's leaking, throbbing dick and sucked his balls into his mouth, warm and tight - the taste, the smell - listening with satisfaction as Dean moaned and gasped.
all for you
"Ah, yes, God, yes, Sam!"
And then he deserted Dean's balls and went down on his brother's dick again, took him so deep he couldn't breathe, but fuck breathing, screw anything but this.
love you, Dean, love you, love you, love me, love me
"Oh God, Sam, that's so good."
Sam's nails dug into Dean's thighs. His hand curled around to his ass; an eager finger circled Dean's hole, then slid into the entrance, surprising a husky cry out of his brother.
"Christ, Sammy, let me up, let me -" Dean arched up, moaned - "want to come inside you -"
Sam pulled off of Dean's cock with a sloppy wet sound and stared down at his brother, panting.
Moving slowly, dreamily, he took both their cocks in his big hands and pumped them up slowly up and down. Pre-come dripped heavily and they slipped and slid against each other.
"You want to fuck me, Dean?" Sam's voice was low, harsh with need and lust.
Dean nodded frantically, thrusting up into Sam's hands. "Wanna fuck you, baby brother."
With a final rough tug, Sam released their dicks and pulled his brother's pants off the rest of the way; then shoved his own off and tossed it all to the floor. Impatiently, Dean pulled off his shirt and threw it after. "Sam . . .
Keeping his eyes intently on Dean's, Sam reached over and rummaged through the mess on top of the bedside table, finally locating the lube.
"Fuck, Sam, hurry up!" His cock still screaming indignantly at the loss of Sam's mouth and hands, Dean made a grab for Sam's dick, bobbing just out of his reach.
Sam bent over and gave his brother's cock a quick lick and then dribbled half the tube of lube over it, Dean hissing and squirming under the cool, wet stuff.
Sitting back on Dean's thighs, Sam squirted more lube onto his own fingers. "How many should I take? Three? Four?"
Dean watched, mesmerized, as Sam reached a hand around and slipped a finger into his own ass, humming contentedly at the tight, delicious burn.
Loving Dean's eyes on him, Sam licked his cock-swollen lips and slipped a second finger into his ass, hooking them and giving a sharp gasp as he brushed roughly against his prostate.
Dean dug his fingers into the sheets impatiently. "christ . . ."
Sam pushed in a third finger. He closed his eyes for a moment, moving them in and out and then looked back at Dean.
"Another?" he asked thickly.
Dean nodded jerkily.
Sam pushed a fourth finger in and groaned, widening his entrance even further.
"I want you to fuck me, Dean," he whispered darkly, his pupils blown wide.
"Fuck me until I forget what I am." He pushed back onto his fingers and uttered a guttural cry of pain and desire.
At the sound, Dean shoved Sam off of him and pushed him flat onto the bed; Sam's fingers popping out of his ass at the sudden movement.
Dean straddled his brother, their two cocks rubbing against each other; he grabbed Sam's hand and sucked on his fingers, reveling in the smell and taste.
"Fuck me, Dean," Sam groaned. "Show me I'm not a monster, that you don't care about the demon blood. Show me I'm still human."
"I'll show you!" Dean swore. He pulled Sam up and guided him to his hands and knees.
Sam understood, Whimpering in eagerness, he spread his legs wide and pushed his ass into the air, his hole pulsing and wet with lube.
"Oh, dear God, yes." Licking his lips, he bent down and gave a teasing lick to Sam's hole. He swirled his tongue around it, alternating between quick little flicks and slow, languorous swipes, body thrumming with pleasure at Sam's broken sounds.
Then, giving no warning, he grabbed hold of his brother's hips and shoved his tongue inside him.
"Shit!" Sam screamed and shoved back at Dean's tongue, sending it deeper, little convulsions of pleasure rocketing through him. "Yes!" Tongue stabbing in and out of Sam's ass, Dean reached around and took hold of his brother's cock with one hand, pumping it in time to the thrust of his tongue, and massaging the boy's tight, throbbing balls with the other.
"Dean," Sam gasped. "Stop teasing, I - I'm almost - fuck me, fuck me hard, need you - fuck me!"
With a final tongue fuck drawing a helpless croak out of his brother, Dean pressed against him and rubbed his dick against Sam's hole, drawing a stream of frenzied profanity from his little brother.
"Gonna fuck you good, Sammy," Dean grunted, finally starting his push inside him.
"do it!"
"You won't be able to fucking walk -" Dean laughed raggedly, holding Sam still as he struggled to push back against him.
"You 'member what I told you?"
"Two weeks!" Sam panted frantically. "Two weeks! God! Yes! Fuck me, Dean, I want you in me!"
With a groan, Dean shoved the rest of the way into his brother's body until his hipbones rested against Sam's ass, then stopped, holding Sam still again.
"You want me, baby?"
Sam tried to shove back against him, but Dean held him still.
"Uh uh, tell me what you want, Sammy -"
"God, Dean, please, love your cock, love you inside me, fuck me, fuck me -"
"You got it, baby." With a snarl, Dean grabbed hold of Sam's hips and started to fuck - hard, punishing, just the way his brother wanted it, groaning in satisfaction at the wet heat of Sam's ass as it clenched around his dick.
Tremors running through him, Dean could feel Sam's body start to convulse as his orgasm neared. Dean quickened his pace, slamming harder, faster.
"Not yet, Sam!"
Dean pulled out, leaving his cock head hovering just inside Sam's entrance. He leaned over him, licked the top of his brother's ass, felt him shudder and laughed.
Sam gave a desperate cry and Dean slapped his brother's ass and plunged in again - he pulled back, drove forward - again! again! - his heavy dick dragging against Sam's prostate as he fought in and out - Sam wild-eyed, shoving back against him, fucking himself on Dean's dick, desperately trying to keep pace.
With a hoarse growl, Dean pulled out and flipped Sam over onto his back, dropping down onto him and shoving into him again - heavy, rhythmic pounding - choking gasps and moans and curses pouring out of them.
Close now - so fucking close - Dean wrapped his arms around Sam, held him, kept it going, loved him, fucked him.
Tears leaked from Sam's eyes as he neared his orgasm. Dean licked the tears from his brother's face, salt and lust. "Kiss me," he whispered.
Whimpering, bucking upward ecstatically, Sam took Dean's mouth - Dean, yes, fuck, yes, love, don't stop - his pleasure feeding Dean's and spiraling back to him, shocks of lust and pleasure roaring through them.
Sam's orgasm erupted and he screamed hoarsely into Dean's mouth, writhing violently against him, his ass clenching around Dean's cock, his own dick spurting thick white come thickly between them.
Dean kept thrusting - sam sam sam - kept on fucking Sam and then as his own orgasm tore through him and his come filled his brother, Dean sank his teeth into Sam's shoulder, and blood spurted into his mouth, sharp and coppery.
Sam cried out and Dean smashed his mouth back onto his brother's. Bodies grinding, tongues and blood mingling, their hoarse cries filled each other and they rode each other to a standstill - stunned, and trying to breathe
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The bite mark on Sam's shoulder was still bleeding.
Dark, sweat-soaked hair hanging into his eyes, Sam watched as his brother leaned down and licked the wound lovingly.
"If your blood makes you a monster, Sammy," Dean said huskily, "Then I guess I'm a monster, too."
Sam pulled Dean down and kissed him.
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My Boys are going on a short hiatus, about a month, while I work on a gen challenge fic over on Winchester Gospels. It will be heavily Sam-centric (of course!) but with lots of protective Dean, dickhead John (yes, clearly, I have mucho daddy issues) and understanding Bobby. I'll be posting it here as well, so hope you all will take a look. I promise lots of drama and angst!
I'll still be posting the weekly drabble challenges and I've got a couple of "Broken" chapters in the works, as well.
See you soon!