"You mean someone like you?"

The question hung in the air like a bad smell that wouldn't air out.

Dean looked away suddenly, and Sam saw his Adam's apple bob when he gulped nervously.

"Sam, I didn't mean me."

"Don't pretend you don't want to." Sam said bravely. "We've been playing this little game, Dean, and I'm sick of it. You want me. I want you. Why don't we-"

"It's fucking complicated, okay?" Dean's voice raised a notch too high and it made Sam flinch. The older brother ignored the look of hurt on the other's face as he went across the room to grab a few things, presumably to leave.

"Where are you going?" Sam asked timidly.

"Just going for a drive. Be back later."

Sam's stomach tied in a knot of regret as he watched Dean walk out of their seedy hotel room. Why did all of their serious conversations have to end like this? One of them stomping off to blow off steam after an escalated argument… Why couldn't they just talk it out like normal people?

He just wished Dean would stay; punch him, kiss him, fuck him…. Anything.

Sam contemplated what he could do to make things better between him and Dean when there was a sudden noise.

A knock on the door. Who the fuck would be knocking on their door? Now fully alarmed, Sam grabbed his machete from its position leaning against the bed frame, and grabbed the pistol from under his mattress.

The realization that he was only dressed in his boxers hardly registered, due to the oncoming state of panic rushing through his veins.

The knock came again; and again. It was a soft, insistent knocking and it only mystified Sam even more. Cautiously, ever so carefully, he peered through the small peephole in the door.

"Dmitri?" Sam nearly dropped his weapons upon seeing the handsome young man who stood on the other side of the metal door.

A little flabbergasted, the young Winchester put his weapons down and opened the door just enough so he could talk to the guy, but not enough to let him in.

"Dmitri, you can't be here."

The vampire shrugged. "I literally have nowhere else to go. Your brother basically turned my house into a crime scene, and my parents have disappeared. I have no idea where they are, or if they are coming back."

Sam was surprised to hear about Dmitri's parents, but not too surprised. If a vamp's nest had been compromised, it was not unheard of for the leaders to cut ties and start over, even if it meant leaving some of their own behind.

"Can I come in?"

"If Dean sees you here…"

"But he's not here. I saw him leave."

"How did you find me?"

"I followed the sound of your brother's Impala. I mean really; I can hear that thing across town."

Sam smirked a little. Dmitri's heightened senses could have some perks…

He opened the door further; allowing the lion into the sheep pen.

Dmitri wasted no time. As soon as he was in the door, he pulled Sam in for a kiss. It was brief, but sensual in nature. Sam felt a little star-struck; he didn't quite know how to react to Dmitri's sudden display of affection and lust.

"We can't… do anything, okay?" Sam sounded unconvincing, even to his own ears. "Dean would kill us; literally for you, and… almost literally for me."

Dmitri was still standing so close Sam could feel his breath on his bare shoulder. It made him shiver.

"Dean will never know. I can hear when his car's getting close, and I'll leave, okay?"

"He will know. He knows when I'm hiding something. I couldn't keep it a secret for long; there's no way."

The taller teen was already kissing Sam's neck, knowing that the Winchester's resolve to stop was nonexistent at this point.

"Let me take care of everything, Sam. Just let go for a while, huh?"

The words were spoken so softly into the young man's ear that he outright shuddered.

Instead of responding with words, Sam turned his head so his lips were right on Dmitri's again. They kissed good and hard, both of them equally expressing their pent up lust and angst. And yes, Sam would admit to a little bit of erotic pull connected to the forbidden nature of their relationship.

But it was hardly the hottest thing about Dmitri. He was tall, skinny, dark haired and had a little bit of complimentary facial hair on his cheeks, stretching down past his side burns and forming into a tiny bit of a beard. Sam could only imagine what Dmitri had hiding under those tight fitting clothes he wore all the time.

He didn't have to imagine for long. Dmitri broke their kiss just long enough to peel off his t-shirt, revealing beautiful, naturally tan skin that Sam impulsively laid his hands on, feeling the goose-bumps rise in the wake of his delicate stroking.

The young vampire moaned when Sam's hands, on their own volition, started to unbutton the jeans hanging low on Dmitri's hips.

Sam was already half naked from earlier, having had no time to put any clothes on. It sure made Dmitri's job easier. They were both already so aroused, and Sam's cock was hard and leaking through the tented material of his boxers. Dmitri boldly gripped Sam's erection while they kissed, and the sudden contact caused an embarrassingly high pitched whimper to form in Sam's throat.

Sam tried to continue divesting his boyfriend of his jeans, but found it increasingly difficult to focus on anything but the strong hand rubbing his cock through his boxers.

Dmitri smiled into the kiss, thoroughly amused by the cuteness of Sam's fumbling.

A low chuckle escaped him, and it made Sam freeze.

"What? Am I doing something wrong?" The young Winchester panted.

"No, you're just so cute. And hot."

"Oh." Sam blushed a little, feeling very small indeed. He knew that Dmitri was more experienced, and it made him worry that maybe he wasn't going to do anything right.

Dmitri forced Sam to look at him, using a strong, firm grip on his chin. "Don't over-think it. Just feel, okay? Let me make you feel good."

Sam nodded, and gasped again when the pressure continued on his cock, but this time the hand was inside his boxers. He'd never felt anything so pleasurable. Sure, he'd jerked off countless times, but having someone else doing it for him felt so different; it was like all control had been handed over, and he was now at the mercy of the vampire.

Dmitri sucked deep bruises on Sam's shoulder, resisting the urge to bite, but loving the jumble of fear and arousal that came off the hunter in waves of tangible emotion.

"D… Dmitri…" Sam could hardly get the word out of his mouth in an attempted warning before he was already coming over the edge, spilling copious amounts of cum into Dmitri's hand, which milked him for all his was worth while he experienced the most powerful orgasm of his entire life.

He wasn't sure of what kind of sounds he made; he wasn't sure of anything that went on while he was soaring high with adrenaline and endorphins.

It took him a long time to come down. It took him even longer to realize that Dmitri was essentially holding him upright, keeping him from collapsing to the floor, while exploring his mouth with his tongue. How long had he been doing that?

When Sam fully came to, he tried to contribute to the kiss, but Dmitri only reacted more aggressively, subduing his tongue to be still and just let the kiss happen. Sam felt his cock give a valiant attempt at recovery, but it failed. For now.

"God, Sam…" Dmitri spoke into those still open lips. "You have no idea how fucking hot that was."

Hot? Sam didn't think he was hot. He came after maybe two minutes of fondling. How was that hot?

Before Sam could ask, Dmitri did something he would have never expected from anyone.

He brought his cum-soaked hand to his mouth and licked. He licked it clean like it was the most delicious substance in the world.

Sam cringed a little, but it did interest him. "You… like it?"

Dmitri nodded. "It's a tasty bodily fluid. I've always loved it, but it's even tastier now that I'm… well… a vampire."

Sam had never thought of that. And it was kind of hot that Dmitri liked to eat cum; it'd been years since he'd tried it himself, and that was Dean… so it was different; a good different.

He thought maybe he would try it again.

He thought maybe he would try it right now…

Sam dropped to his knees, effectively releasing himself from Dmitri's grip.

The vampire's breath hitched when he realized what Sam was about to do. The young hunter made quick work of his boyfriend's jeans and underwear, bunching them at his feet so he had access to the hard cock that met with his face.

It was big; not as big as Dean, but big. Sam knew he could handle this.

He started small. His confidence level built as he went on, encouraged by the unlawfully sexy pants and gasps coming from above him.

Dmitri laced his fingers through Sam's long hair and pretended to guide Sam up and down his cock; but Sam didn't need any guidance. He was doing just fine on his own.

The cock rammed into the back of Sam's throat, and he fought his reflexes, forcing himself to relax and let it go deep, over and over as he bobbed enthusiastically, being sure to use his tongue on the underside. It felt good to have the cock in his mouth; so damn good. Sam let all other thoughts leave him; all thoughts other than just what he felt right then, getting fed a big cock; getting used for Dmitri's pleasure.

And it was certainly quite the amount of pleasure for Dmitri. Sam could tell he was getting close when the hand in his hair tightened harder and Dmitri's hips were making shallow thrusts on their own accord.

His instincts were confirmed when the teen gasped out, "Oh God, Sam, I'm close. Please pull off."

Sam disobeyed, continuing to suck and lick, and drawing deep moans from Dmitri.

"S-S-Saaaaam!" Dmitri's eyes went dark, and his body tensed with a supernatural strength, gritting his teeth together and biting his tongue, Dmitri all but hulked-out while he came, shooting streams of semen into Sam's mouth. "G—Aaaaaaah!" He screamed while the torturously blissful orgasm ripped through him like it was a literal creature crawling from the base of his spine to his brain, and then back again.

He too, took a very long time to come down. But he was more than okay with that.

He looked down at Sam with an admiring gaze, and Sam returned it.

The young Winchester stood, a rather mischievous smirk graced his face.

Dmitri realized why once he dived in for a deep kiss: Sam had kept the semen is his mouth; it was a gift for him to drink.

The vampire could not hold back an aroused growl as he sucked every last remnant of cum off of Sam's tongue, and he couldn't help but feel touched at the young man's thoughtfulness.

Once the kiss ended, Sam realized he was exhausted. He really needed to lie down. It was well past dinner time, but he wasn't hungry. He was just tired.

Dmitri seemed to read his mind. "I should go." He said wisely.

"Please stay." Sam said unwisely.

"I can't. Your brother could be back anytime now."

"Just… I'll take care of it. Please stay?"

Dmitri sighed, contemplating. After a moment of thought he nodded, wordlessly accepting Sam's offer.

...XoXoXo...

The two took a nap together on the squeaky hotel bed. Sam was the little spoon, and it took him mere seconds to fall asleep. He was so tired, and it felt good to have a firm body wrapped around him.

Dmitri drifted in and out of consciousness, but he didn't really sleep. He was too nervous about Dean's impending return.

He listened to the soothing, and yet tempting sound of Sam's slowed heartbeat. It was almost too much to resist, but he closed his eyes and meditated; thought about anything other than sinking his fangs into that smooth flesh and draining the life out of Sam.

Sam. This was Sam, he had to remember. His friend; his boyfriend. He really liked him. He didn't want to kill him.

But maybe he did want to turn him.

Yes, Dmitri would admit to himself a little fantasy playing out in his mind; a fantasy that included the two of them, living together as a couple, unafraid of hurting each other because they were both the same.

He tried not to, but he did seriously consider it.

It would only take a few drops of blood….