Inside of the "undressing room" at The Show, Sam clumsily scrambled to get his clothes off and don his risqué black speedo and leather torso harness. The room was poorly lit, and that made for a whole thicket of confusion while Sam attempted to detangle the harness and figure out what went where.
He was five minutes late. He could only imagine just what kind of torturous solo activity Dmitri must have needed to improvise with in order to fill the time.
As soon as Sam was 80% sure he got it all on correctly, he walked quickly and quietly through the small access hallway comprised of narrow doors that led to all of the performance windows.
He and Dmitri were assigned to display number six, and he took a deep breath while opening the door; he still got anxious before performing.
Sam stepped inside the opening in the wall and entered the window box. He kept his head down, trying not to make eye contact with the people peering inside; watching; waiting. He became a little alarmed when he realized that Dmitri was not already inside the box.
But there was a note.
The note read: "Put on the blindfold and wait."
Sam immediately obeyed; he welcomed any excuse not to look at the audience. The blindfold was black, and very soft. The excess length of the braided fabric cords tickled his back in a sensual way. It helped him calm down, and to think about sexy things, instead of the grocery list on the fridge or his upcoming exam the next week.
Kneeling on the floor, blindfolded and completely alone, Sam was slowly getting horny. He knew he was just supposed to wait there for Dmitri, but as a Winchester, he was inherently bad at following directions. His erection was starting the make a large bulge in his tight-fitting underwear.
Hoping that his lover was not watching, Sam moved his hand down to readjust the erection. But to his complete surprise, he was quickly rewarded with an unexpected slap on the cheek.
Dmitri must have entered extremely quietly, for someone like Sam not to hear the door open and close. But he was there. Sam could sense the vampire's presence now; it was looming over him, likely taking in the sight of Sam's submissive pose and vulnerable state.
"I never said you could touch yourself." Dmitri's sultry whisper scolded with a strange combination of stern and playful.
Sam felt his hands being tied behind him with a silk cord. And Dmitri wasn't being gentle. This wasn't just for show. Sam was supposed to feel restrained; completely out of control.
"My safe-word is 'checkmate.'" Sam gave a strained whisper. His mouth went dry as he realized just how far Dmitri might take this, in front of their audience. They had not yet done a dom/sub routine, and knowing Dmitri's possessive personality, he was sure that the aspect of onlookers would only fuel his jealousy.
A chill went through Sam when Dmitri growled low, "There is no safe-word tonight, baby. Only 'yes,' and 'more,' And perhaps 'please,' if you're feeling polite."
Sam knew that it was a scripted reply; but for some reason he felt like Dmitri meant it. It was a little unsettling.
But Sam ignored the feeling in his gut as the last knot was tied around his ankles. His feet weren't tied together, rather each foot was tethered together like a leash, with a foot of slack rope in-between. Sam knew why; Dmitri was about to implement a position they hadn't tried before. It was an erotic concept, but Sam wasn't sure he was ready for it.
But first…
"Suck me, slut." Dmitri demanded coolly. He was suddenly in front of the kneeling Winchester.
Sam had to feel around for the cock with his mouth, since his hands were tied tightly behind him and the blindfold was 100% effective at keeping him inside complete darkness.
The vampire's cock was already leaking precum, and Sam genuinely enjoyed the taste. It tasted almost as good as Dean had earlier…
A sharp, searing, but brief pain on his back accompanied by the sound of a riding crop crack made Sam moan in discomfort. He wondered what he did to deserve that. But he didn't have to wonder long.
"Don't you dare think about that whore of a brother of yours, while you suck my cock."
Sam nodded obediently while he bobbed his mouth up and down on the salty erection. Dmitri was hardly psychic, but Sam knew he was no idiot and he'd probably figured it out that Dean was in town.
"You're such a slut, bending over for anyone who will take you." Dmitri finally pulled a line from the script that they'd actually agreed on a few days ago. The familiarity grounded Sam's racing, bordering-on-panicked mind.
Maybe Dmitri decided to stick to the script after all…
Sam did his best to deliver the appearance of the submissive slut who loved to please his master, no matter how deep the cock went down his throat or how tight the fist in his hair clenched. And it was working; not just for the audience, but for Sam. The more he pretended the more it came true. His mind was becoming clearer; all he could think about was pleasing his master; how he lived and breathed just to hear those quiet, pleasured gasps he earned when he sucked and licked Dmitri's cock just right.
"Good boy." Dmitri purred while running his hand through the tousled and hair, soothing the aching roots. He could tell when Sam had finally gotten in the mood.
"Now turn around. Show me that ass."
...XoXoXo...
Dean found himself in a mild state of shock upon entering the abandoned-looking department store building. Nothing in his wildest dreams could have come close to what he found behind those unassuming doors.
Throngs of college-age adults both congregated and wandered; eyes gluing and ungluing, traveling from one sex scene to another. Dean's stomach turned when his eyes fixed on a particularly uncomfortable pose a young man was in while performing fellatio on a partner who was getting fucked from behind by another partner. Dean was perplexed as to why Sam would want to go to a place like this. Sam was the more prudish Winchester, the last time he checked.
He rounded a small corner, trying to find his brother amongst the sea of viewers, when a particularly familiar shade of hair caught his glance. But it wasn't in the audience. It was inside one of the displays. A step nearer revealed a naked Sam getting fucked senseless by none other than Dmitri: the vampire who was quickly making it to 'arch nemesis' status in Dean's book.
Dean's mouth turned a desert-level dryness in record time. He couldn't take his eyes off of the scene before him and yet he couldn't bear to look, all at once.
Dmitri made a brief eye-contact with the hunter. The look he gave was nothing short of a smirk; a cocky smirk that Dean wanted to peel right of his face with a rusty, dull knife. The more painful the better.
Sam was of course, oblivious to Dean's presence. He was oblivious to everything but the feeling of Dmitri's cock in his ass and his balls slapping against his perineum with each harsh thrust.
"You love this, don't you, slut?"
"Yes." Sam readily admitted between pants for air. He really was enjoying himself; if his raging boner was anything to go by. He needed to come. He was consumed with that need, for now.
"You're mine, Sam." Dmitri used Sam's real name, breaking a rule, but not for the first time. Sam really didn't care; it was a common name and most people would assume it to be a pseudonym anyway.
"Yes." Sam agreed, although he wasn't being genuine.
"Say it, baby. Tell me you're mine." Dmitri grabbed Sam's cock and began to stroke it, wordlessly promising an orgasm if Sam would only cooperate.
"I'm yours. Master please let me come."
Dmitri growled when even an ounce of honesty remained absent from Sam's voice.
"Tell me like you mean it, slut."
"I'm yours. God, Dmitri I belong to you. I never feel complete unless you're inside me, claiming me and teaching me to be good. And I'll be so good, I promise." Sam spoke with more feeling this time, and it was enough. Dmitri quickened his pace and tightened his grip on Sam's cock, signaling that it was okay for him to come.
And he did. Sam held back a scream, letting it come out instead in a deep, strained groan. It was over quickly, but his master was not going to let him off this easy, as evidenced by the continued, unrelenting thrusts inside his ass.
Dmitri leaned over and bit Sam's neck, just enough to draw a slight amount of blood. He kept an eye on the Winchester in the audience, watching the look of horror and dread spread across Dean's face.
He lapped at the small stream of blood, making a show of it and he purposefully left a smear of it across his lips, letting the delicious fluid dry into a sticky substance on his mouth.
"Oh God. Master it hurts." Sam tried to stay in-character while genuinely complaining of discomfort. His cock was flaccid now, and the continual assault on his prostate was driving him mad with frustrating over-stimulation.
"You're going to need to make me come baby, if you want me to stop." Dmitri only picked up the pace of his hips, seemingly never exhausting from the act.
"U-un—untie me, master. I'll make you come. I promise." Sam felt ashamed that he was so wrecked by the things Dmitri did to him. It felt good to be out of control like this, as much as he hated to admit it.
Dmitri immediately complied, pausing his thrusts only to get a better grip on the silky knots that bound Sam in such a submissive position.
The young man groaned when he finally had his hands and feet free, and his knees popped in protest and yet relief when he moved his legs to scoot backwards, intending to straddle Dmitri's kneeling thighs.
Dmitri helped Sam with the positioning, giving a small measure of grace because he knew what kind of strain Sam's muscles had been through; he could feel the young man's thigh muscles quivering with exhaustion.
Sam sat atop Dmitri's lap, his back to the vampire's chest and his neck right at the perfect spot for Dmitri to continue feeding off the oozing bite mark.
The erotic position made Dmitri surge with lust, and, of course, fueled by the taste and smell of fresh blood, he was already close to orgasm.
"You're mine, slut. No one will take you from me."
"Yes." Sam agreed half-heartedly; anything to get Dmitri over the edge and to finish with this confusing session.
"If anyone tries to take you, I'll rip out their throat and drink them dry. Oh God, Sam. I can taste it now; the blood of your precious Dean flowing down my throat like sweet wine."
Sam gulped, finally realizing that this was far beyond role-play, and had been for a while. Dmitri was serious. But he couldn't let it all come to a stop now. Not in front of an audience and not while Dmitri was so close to finishing.
He would just let this ride out; both literally and figuratively.
Dmitri stared at Dean Winchester through the thin layer of plexiglass as he came deep inside his companion, feeling a spiritual satisfaction in claiming his mate with his seed, and an emotional satisfaction by showing Dean who Sam belonged to.
The eldest Winchester got irrepressibly sick the moment he realized that the vampire had just climaxed while inside his brother, who he'd fucked without a condom. Dean whirled around, looking for a trash can, but finding none he ended up puking his guts out on the floor, not ten feet from where Sam knelt, still blindfolded and completely unaware of Dean's presence.
Sam was panting with exhaustion, feeling incredibly sore and in need of a trip to the bathroom. But being the good little submissive partner he was portraying for The Show, he stayed in a kneeling position while Dmitri gently pulled out and began cleaning them up slowly. He cleaned Sam first, wiping him down with some nice-smelling wipes before doing the same to himself.
The vampire pulled his underwear on and helped Sam put his on as well, but he opted to keep the blindfold on for the time being. Sam whimpered in protest, but he knew that the consequence of disobedience would be worse than being blindfolded a few minutes more.
The tight leather harness outlining Sam's slim torso stayed in place, and Dmitri yanked on the middle strap in order to signal to Sam that it was time to leave.
Dean apologized profusely to the woman attending the halls as a supervisor. He offered to help clean up the puke but the woman only spoke with her eyes, and those eyes told him to just leave. And Dean did leave, with one last glance in the direction where he knew Dmitri and Sam were disappearing together. He only hoped that he would be welcome to stay the night at Sam's shared rental house, because he neglected to ask before this whole "show" thing came up.
...XoXoXo...
"Dmitri, we have to talk." Sam sounded a little uneasy while being pushed through the access hallway, still blindfolded and almost completely naked. His boyfriend kept a grip on the leather harness in order to effectively steer Sam in the right direction.
"No, Sam. We don't need to talk. I know exactly what we need to do right now."
"What do you mean?" Sam was beyond the pretense of calm now; he knew he sounded as alarmed as he felt.
They entered the 'undressing room,' and the vampire quickly secured Sam's harness to a support beam like a dog chained to a pole.
Sam heard the ruffle of clothing; Dmitri was apparently getting dressed.
"You belong with me, Sam. And that moronic brother of yours is just going to keep getting in our way unless-" Dmitri cut himself short, and Sam could only guess it was because he didn't want to give away too much just yet. They were still in a semi-public place after all.
"Unless what?"
The vampire tossed a pair of flip-flops under Sam's feet and he put them on, almost automatically.
Dmitri whispered close to his mate's ear. The hushed words sent chills down the young Winchester's spine.
"I think it's time for you to meet my family."
...XoXoXo...
Dean brushed his teeth in the upstairs bathroom of Sam's house, feeling emotionally exhausted and sexually frustrated. The strange combination of arousal, disgust and jealousy eventually brought Dean to the conclusion that he just didn't know what to feel. But his gut settled on anger. Yes, anger. That was an all-too-familiar Winchester emotion.
He was too busy inside his own head to notice a small car pulling into the driveway. He also didn't notice someone entering the house until the young stranger was halfway up the stairs.
"Who are you?" Dean spoke through his toothpaste foam like a real smart person would.
The guy's head snapped up, and he had an uneasy, nervous smile on his face.
"Oh, hey. I didn't know the guys had company. I'm Austin, their roommate. I'm back a little early, sorry if I startled you."
One good look at the kid and Dean all but threw his head back with a roll of his eyes.
"Is everyone in this fucking city gay?" Thankfully, since Dean had yet to spit out the toothpaste, it sounded more like 'ish e-ewun an dish ucking shitty day?'
Austin laughed his little nervous laugh, having no idea what Dean said, and he moseyed his way past Dean in order to get to his bedroom. He was carrying a large duffle bag, and since Austin was so small in stature it was almost as big as him. It looked heavy, too.
"Ooo nee 'ell wish da?" Dean finally gave up and ran to the bathroom to spit out the foam. He sometimes forgot that only Sam could understand his toothbrush-speak.
"You need help with that?" He reattempted to offer once he'd spit into the sink.
"Oh. No I'm okay. I'm used to it." Austin dismissed politely.
"No, really." Dean insisted and grabbed the heavy duffle from the stick-skinny boy.
"I don't want to make fun of you, but I can probably bench four times whatever you weigh.
Austin laughed again; more like giggled, was the correct term. Dean rolled his eyes. He knew that this kid had a crush on him.
He got this a lot.
...XoXoXo...
"So, Dmitri is dating your brother?"
Austin and Dean ended up in the kitchen together, eating pecan pie and talking about life.
"You must be so jealous." Austin looked so nonchalant while saying it that Dean had to do a double-take.
"Uuuuuuuum… no…. Errrrm… Why would you say that?"
"Because they have like, a perfect relationship. Who wouldn't be jealous of that? They like never fight and they're always all over each other… And, I know they try to be quiet, but the noises that come out of that bedroom-"
" Eww.. .Alright, alright." Dean secretly breathed a sigh of relief. At least one cat wasn't out of the bag. "Enough of that, that's my brother you're talking about, okay?"
"Oh. Right" Austin blushed. "I just can't believe they're happy together. Their personalities are so similar that I'd think they'd be tearing at each other's throats."
"Yeah, well… Sam and I have been through a lot. I'm glad to see he's not a complete idiot and when he sees the opportunity to be happy, that he takes it, and makes it work."
Dean internally chastised himself for not believing his own words. He really should just be happy for Sam. Why couldn't he let it go?
He didn't know why, but he just couldn't. It was in the exact same vein of impossibilities as breathing underwater and flying like a bird.
But in the meantime, there was this really cute kid sitting across from him, practically presenting himself on a silver platter of opportunity.
Hey, just one night wouldn't hurt, right?