Sitting on Dmitri's bed, Sam felt uneasy and nervous. He didn't know what expectations he should have; he didn't know what expectations Dmitri had.
His friend knelt in the corner of the room shuffling through a stack of vinyl records. "You like Bob Seger?"
"Yeah, sure," was all Sam could think to say. The intelligent part of his brain was busy thinking about how he could escape if he needed to. The young brunette tried to act calm, but he knew that Dmitri could hear his racing heartbeat. Dmitri started a rock n' roll record on his phonograph and instantly turned to face Sam. He had a very sly smile on his face that made Sam even more nervous. Dmitri knelt on the bed, next to his prey.
"Don't be nervous, Sam. I'm going to take care of you…" The dark haired boy placed a soft, taunting kiss on Sam's cheek. "I know how hard it is for you to let someone close to you… You don't want to get hurt." Another kiss on the cheek. "I guess it makes it even harder for you when I'm a vampire… I could drink you dry at any moment. Or worse." Another peck. "I could turn you."
Sam couldn't deny how sexy it was to have Dmitri whisper to him like that. It turned him on instantly. He shuddered visibly.
"But I don't want to do that." Dmitri assured, never wavering from his teasing tone. "I want to kiss you. What would you do, Sam Winchester? If I kissed you?"
The young boy gulped and nodded, wordlessly giving permission. He waited only a moment before feeling the vampire's chapped lips press against his gently. He tried to kiss back, but he'd never done it before. He felt useless as their unmoving mouths connected.
The simple gesture made Sam harder than ever, and he could feel his cock leaking in his underpants. He shuddered violently and Dmitri pulled back.
"I can tell you really like this." The vampire whispered amusedly. "Your heart is beating like a jack rabbit."
Before Sam could respond Dmitri kissed him again, this time with an open mouth. He moved his lips erotically slow against the inexperienced hunter's.
Sam whimpered in extreme arousal when Dmitri straddled his hips, bringing their crotches tantalizingly close.
"You're so hot." The vampire divulged intensely. He thrust his pelvis forward, forcing the two clothed erections to brush and causing an amazing friction. The hunter and the vampire kissed deeply and whimpered into each other's mouths.
The brunette on top dry-humped into the young Winchester languidly. He became completely unaware to the world around him. He even forgot for half a second that he wasn't human anymore. Sam Winchester was a drug; and he was hooked.
Dmitri slipped his tongue into the hot mouth and a sexy-as-hell moan eagerly welcomed him. Sam lay back on the bed. The vampire took the boy's wrists in his hands and pinned them against the mattress roughly.
An inhuman possessive growl ripped through his throat, causing Sam's eyes to widen in panic.
"Dmitri?" Sam's voice wavered uncertainly. He used all his strength to struggle against the vampire's grip, but it was no use. "You're scaring me." He tried to not sound as panicked as he felt.
Dmitri blinked, hard, and shook his head to clear it a little. "I'm sorry." He was visibly calmer now. "You're just so fucking hot. I want to claim you, Sam. I want to fuck you."
Sam's breath caught in arousal at Dmitri's words, and especially when he used the vulgarity to describe what he wanted.
"I want it too. Oh God I'm so worked up right now." Sam hardly thought about what having sex actually entailed; his teenage mind was filled only with his need for release.
"Take off your shirt." Dmitri ordered with a smile dancing across his lips.
Sam obeyed, peeling his t-shirt off and letting it fall from his hand, not caring where it went. He couldn't take his eyes off of his vampire boyfriend. The moment his shirt was discarded, Dmitri stooped down to suck on Sam's left nipple. The action made Sam gasp loudly; he never knew that the seemingly useless body part of his could feel so good.
The inexperienced Winchester was pushed onto his back again, and Dmitri was right on top of him, rubbing their clothed cocks together.
Dmitri started to undo Sam's belt buckle, and the young man almost lost it right there. The slightest pressure on his cock, the fingers working his belt, very nearly sent him over the edge into orgasm.
But suddenly it all stopped. Dmitri bolted upright, his head cocked to one side. He was frozen in place, listening to something.
"Wha-" Sam started to complain when the bedroom door was suddenly kicked in violently.
It was Dean. Dean Winchester to the fucking rescue. Sam thought as he scowled. He saw something; something that horrified him. Dean's machete was coated in blood; fresh blood.
"Dean what have you done!" Sam flung himself off the bed and away from Dmitri in order to get in the way of the warpath Dean was on.
"He's a vamp, Sammy." Dean's look was murderous; almost evil in its intent.
"I know, Dean. He wasn't going to hurt me. He's my boyfriend."
The eldest Winchester gave a screwy-eyed look to his naïve brother before saying, "Are you kidding me? Sam you can't trust him, he's a monster."
"Leave him alone! He hasn't hurt anyone, I swear."
Dmitri looked like a scared, cornered animal. He was still sitting on the bed, awaiting either a pardon or an execution, he wasn't sure.
"Yeah, right. You should have seen the hot piece of ass his brother just brought home. He had her sucked dry before I could open the front door!"
Dmitri whitened upon hearing Dean's news. He heard his brother being killed, but he hadn't heard his brother killing anyone. It disheartened him, and he instantly wondered if he shouldn't just die right now, and end the struggle.
"Wait outside, Sammy." Dean order sternly.
"No, Dean! You're not going to hurt him! He's not like his brother!"
"Sam." Dmitri spoke up. His voice was shaking. "You should listen to Dean. Wait outside."
"But-" Sam looked to his friend only to find a dark, blood-thirsty gaze looking back at him.
Instead of saying anything more, he ran out of the bedroom. Instead of stopping in the hallway, like he'd originally planned, he just kept running. Something told him to just keep running. So he did. He ran all the way to the end of the block. Then he ran to the north edge of town. Then he ran to the east edge of town.
He eventually ended up at his hotel, exhausted and covered head to toe in sweat.
But he was finished. It was finished. All of his angst, emotion, and anger were expended in that run. He felt alive, and moderately well-adjusted, which was a first for him.
He took a shower, and before he finished he heard Dean come in the room; then the bathroom. Dean took a piss in the toilet; Sam heard everything, from the zipper being unzipped, to the toilet flush.
But he nearly jumped out of his skin when Dean peeled back some of the shower curtain behind him. The young Winchester stood completely still in the hot water stream as Dean stepped into the tub behind him.
He gulped, wondering what on earth Dean could possibly want, or hope to achieve by embarrassing him like this.
He refused to turn around to face Dean, and a few seconds passed before he noticed the river of pink water running down the drain.
Dean was washing off the vampire blood.
It made Sam sick to his stomach to think of the fate Dmitri had undoubtedly faced. Poor, innocent Dmitri.
Dean read Sam's mind in a way only the two brothers could. "It's not your boyfriend's blood Sammy, relax. I let him go."
"You what?" Not caring that he was naked, Sam whirled around to face Dean, who was just as naked.
"I made a deal, okay? I would let him live this time, if he left you alone."
Sam's burst of happiness was squashed by Dean's details. "I can look out for myself, Dean. I don't need a babysitter." He turned his back to his brother again, silently cursing the cooling water.
He turned off the shower and stepped out of the tub, completely sopping wet and chattering from the cold. He grabbed a towel for himself and tossed one into the shower, hoping that Dean would cover himself up so it was easier not to stare at his nakedness.
He didn't stick around for Dean's response, and instead stomped out of the bathroom to put some clean boxers on.
Dean came out of the bathroom looking sexy as all hell. The cheap hotel towel did little to dry him off, or cover his privates, and one tiny glance got Sam hard in his boxers. Luckily he was sitting on his bed, facing the television, so the erection was not as noticeable.
"Sam." Dean had a confrontational tone in his voice, and it only made Sam turn up the TV louder in retaliation.
"Sam!" The voice was really serious now, and it scared Sam into hitting the mute button.
"What?" Sam tried to cover up his startled look, but it didn't work.
Dean sighed, looking a little defeated. He sat on the bed next to Sam.
"God, Sam… I know we don't… you know… talk much… And I'm sorry about that. I inherited my stellar communication skills from dad."
Sam nodded in total agreement, but stayed quiet because he knew that whatever Dean was about to say was important.
"And I'm sorry that you've been so… angsty, and hormonal. It's totally normal for your age, and I know that you like dudes and that is, of course, just fine."
"Okay…?" Sam wondered where this was going.
"But you can't be hooking up with vampires, okay? It is so unsafe on so many levels. Sure, your guy was hot, and sexy, and I'm sure you felt some kind of 'forbidden romance' erotica going on, but you just can't put your neck on the knife like that."
Sam nodded; he knew that Dean had a point.
"Is there anything I can do to help you?" Dean asked for the first time ever. "I mean I think we can find a dude just as hot, and willing to go at it, who is not a blood-sucking monster."
Sam smiled at the attempted joke, but he decided to take it seriously. Just for the hell of it. "You mean someone like you?"