"Yes! Oh God, Dean. Harder!" Austin sprawled out on the bed, no longer able to hold himself completely up on his knees while Dean Winchester drove into him like a jackhammer. The perfect combination of pleasure and pain sent constant tingles throughout his body, from the roots of his hair to the soles of his feet.
Dean was certainly enjoying himself too. Austin was obviously experienced; something for which Dean was very grateful. He didn't need to spend a lot of time prepping him before fucking into him relentlessly, letting all the anger and frustration channel into something more pleasurable than just high blood pressure and a headache.
Dean heard the telltale sound of a young man reaching an untimely climax, but he didn't see any sign of Austin wanting to stop. He reached around Austin's waist and felt the softening, wet cock, confirming his suspicions. But the brief stroking action only seemed to heighten Austin's pleasure, and he displayed no hints of discomfort. Dean pretended not to be impressed.
"God you're fucking tight."
"Mmmm…" Was all Austin could say in reply. He was clearly blissed-out on the hormones coursing through his veins.
"I'm gonna come in your ass, baby."
"Yes! Please…"
Dean groaned loudly when his release finally hit him. He had been waiting so long to come inside a tight ass that his orgasm seemed to just go on, and on, and on…
This was his first time having sex with a guy in over a year. And all he could think about in the orgasmic afterglow was how much he wished that this little stick-thin boy beneath him named Austin was really his tall, slender brother Sam.
But this would do for now. This sweaty, exhausting, impromptu entanglement with a cute twink would just have to do. Because Sam was steering clear of Dean for now, apparently. And Dean decided he was just going to let him.
...XoXoXo...
"Wake up, Sam."
Sam Winchester opened his eyes, but had to blink a few times, hard, in order to get his vision to clear. He couldn't remember anything that led him to wherever he was right now. But he knew the voice: Dmitri. The last thing he did remember was him fearing for his life while in the undressing room. Then… Nothing.
"Did you sleep well, baby?" Dmitri was at his side, Sam realized. And he was on a bed; a cot; one of those old springy ones with a flimsy excuse of a mattress.
The vampire stroked Sam's shaggy hair lovingly, admiring his perfect features.
"I love you Sam. You know that, right?"
Sam nodded, almost automatically. He still felt groggy. But more than anything he felt thirsty, and hungry, and in desperate need of a toilet.
"I need a bathroom." His voice cracked and his lips stuck together with a gross stickiness.
"Sure, baby. There's one right there." Dmitri turned and pointed to a small, ramshackle doorway not six feet away. It was only a door frame with a shower curtain for a door, leading to a shallow closet that held only an ancient-looking toilet, a tainted mirror, and a tiny sink.
Sam tried not to cringe with disgust as he slowly got up from the cot and wobbled over to the toilet. He noticed that he was wearing pajamas; a white undershirt and some plaid cotton pants.
He felt a little bit of embarrassment when Dmitri took his elbow for support.
"Easy now. You're still coming off of some serious stuff. I don't want you falling over."
Sam did not react to the implication that he'd been drugged; he suspected as much. He hadn't felt so miserable since he had mono as a teen. The last thing he desired right then was a confrontational situation with his kidnapper of a boyfriend. He decided that until he felt more like himself, cooperation was his only option.
At least his head was clear enough for that kind of logical thought.
Sam sat down on the toilet on his own, but he left the curtain open; it wasn't like modesty was going to be a factor here. Whatever Sam had been brought here for, he'd better get used to the fact that Dmitri was going to be watching his every move anyway.
Sam took this opportunity to look around the room he was in; it was an approximately 10x8 foot room, with a small barred window and a thick wooden door that was currently padlocked on the inside.
The room was dirty and bare, save for a tiny table, a chair, and the cot. Dmitri was kind enough to have a glass of water sitting on the small table; waiting for Sam to wake up, no doubt.
"Can I have some water?" Sam used the question as a sort of distraction while he finished 'taking care of business' on the toilet.
"Sure, baby." Dmitri retrieved the glass of water and then waited until Sam was done washing his hands in rust-red water flowing from the sputtering faucet.
"I'm sorry for the poor accommodations." Dmitri sounded genuinely remorseful. "You deserve better than this."
Sam gulped down the clear water from the glass in two seconds flat and it hardly made a dent in the parched condition of his mouth and throat.
"Wow. You're thirsty. Here, you stay here while I get you a pitcher, okay?"
"Can't I come with you?" Sam negotiated calmly. He wanted to see if Dmitri was even in his right mind at the moment; did he even know that he was holding Sam against his will?
Dmitri frowned. "No, I'm sorry. My family hasn't met you yet and… well, now is not a good time for them to meet you. It would be safer to do it later, okay? But soon, Sam. I promise."
The answer did not help clear things up for Sam. It seemed somewhat logically sound, but Dmitri could still be inside some kind of delusion or psychosis. He may think Sam is there to play 'house' or have a happily-ever-after; or worse: maybe Dmitri thinks that he has somehow rescued Sam from Dean.
Sam would just have to wait and find out.
Dmitri unlocked and removed the padlock from the door when he left, but Sam could hear the same padlock clicking in place on the other side once the door was shut. Unless Sam could overpower Dmitri, there would be no escaping anytime soon.
What seemed like minutes later, Dmitri arrived with a pitcher of ice water. Sam immediately gulped down over half of the water in no time. But after that he felt better. The proverbial fog surrounding his brain was beginning to lift and his overall body function was beginning to approach normalcy.
"I feel much better now. Thank you, Dmitri." Sam made sure to keep up the image of being content where he was. If this was some sort of delusion that caused Dmitri to kidnap him, then he could probably talk his way to freedom if he cooperated fully. Otherwise, he had to realize that he was in the heart of a nest of vampires, all starved of fresh, warm blood and likely easy to provoke. If he didn't keep Dmitri happy, then he could find himself on the 'donor' list all too quickly.
"I love you Sam. I want to take care of you; if you'll let me. We can be happy here." Dmitri leaned in for a kiss, but Sam turned so that the lips made contact with his cheek instead. It was mostly instinctual.
"I've got some killer bad breath right now." Sam said in a low, apologetic tone.
"Oh. Well I'll get you a toothbrush, some mouthwash; whatever you require."
Sam nodded. "Thank you. That would be great. And… some clothes would be nice. I don't want to walk around in pajamas all day."
"Good thinking. I'll get you some things."
Dmitri disappeared again, in the same fashion as before, and Sam was sure he heard the click of the lock. But he knew it was wise to listen; if Dmitri ever forgot, Sam was as good as gone.
...XoXoXo...
"Good morning, sexy." Austin greeted Dean enthusiastically as he rounded the corner into the kitchen.
"I made you breakfast."
Austin sat a plate on the table and Dean eyed it suspiciously. There was cooked bell pepper slices, some cantaloupe, and toast with some kind of weird light brown paste on them.
"Um… what is this?" Dean looked utterly appalled.
"Breakfast, silly." Austin sounded unaffected.
"Um… did you run out of eggs? Bacon? And… And what's this… pasty stuff?"
"It's a vegan breakfast. I don't cook with animal products. And that's hummus, by the way. It's a great substitute for just about anything."
"You didn't seem to have a problem eating meat last night..." Dean smiled smugly, rather proud of that snarky comment.
But Austin ignored it. "I can make vegan pancakes if you want. I'm pretty good at it. Sam loves them."
"No, no. That's okay I… I'll… try this." Dean felt very brave indeed, even sitting within a close proximity to anything vegan. He tried a small bite of the toast. The bread tasted a little off, but it was okay. The hummus was good, but it hardly tasted like it belonged as a part of breakfast. The cooked peppers were a no-go; he was not even going to think about it.
Baby steps.
...XoXoXo...
Sam felt better once he had the opportunity to change clothes, put some deodorant on and brush his teeth. Dmitri brought him some pizza and a large salad from a restaurant, and Sam ate it all very quickly.
He didn't even realize just how hungry he was until the pizza was sitting there in front of him. Dmitri sat next to him, drinking from a liter bag of donor blood like it was a juice box. Sam had gotten used to it, but in his earlier years it would have caused him to lose his appetite.
"I'm glad you're here, Sam." Dmitri finally broke the silence.
"I'm glad I'm here too. But why did you bring me here? Is it just so I can meet your family?"
"It's a surprise, baby. Don't worry. You'll like it. It will make us both so very happy."
"Okay." Sam's mind was reeling with possibilities, but he pretended to be satisfied with the answer.
Internally, Sam was approaching panic mode. But externally, he looked like a young man who was desperately in love with his handsome vampire boyfriend.
The two kissed while sitting on the creaky cot, and eventually it escalated into a heated make out session. Dmitri ground his erection against Sam's hip and wordlessly asked for permission to fuck his lover.
Sam turned over, presenting his clothed ass in a sensual way that he knew Dmitri would like. His mind was calculating, so his dick was hardly with the program. He wasn't even hard. Sam was too busy trying to figure out how he was going to survive this kidnapping that even his subconscious wasn't in the mood.
"You alright, baby? You're not hard." Dmitri noted when he reached around for Sam's button and fly.
"I'm fine. It's probably just the… drug from earlier." Sam stated delicately.
"Oh….Yes, I guess that may have interfered with your sexual responses for a little while. I'm sorry."
"It's okay. We can still have a good time." Sam tried to make sure that no matter what, no wrenches were getting thrown into his attempts to stay on Dmitri's good side.
"No. Half the pleasure of sex is providing pleasure for you. I'll wait."
Sam found it hard to dislike Dmitri, even for kidnapping him. Overall, Dmitri was a pretty good guy. He was just so possessive. And how far he would take his need for complete possession of Sam was still a pending mystery.
...XoXoXo...
"I'm getting worried about Sam. He hasn't made contact all day." Dean confessed aloud.
"He and Dmitri are probably out having fun. They tend to do that every once in a while."
"He's not answering his cell phone." Dean hung up his phone for what had to be the hundredth time.
"Give it a few hours, Dean. I'm sure they went hiking or something where there's no cell service."
The anxious and frustrated Winchester set his phone down, and wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans.
"Austin I think you should know something about Dmitri…"
...XoXoXo...
It was evening now. Sam could feel cool air drafting in from the leaky, blacked-out window in the barricaded room.
Dmitri was being even more lovey-dovey than usual, and after dinner of sub sandwiches, he finally seemed ready to let Sam out of the room.
"Let's go meet the family."
...XoXoXo...
Once Sam was handcuffed, the vampire let him out of the small, grungy room. He finally saw what lay beyond the door. They were inside an old, abandoned warehouse-type building. They were walking along a metal grate catwalk that lined the circumference of a huge open room that made up the rest of the inside of the building. Dmitri pulled Sam along while they went down the cast iron steps and into the wide open space that held generic crates and a few pieces of old furniture scattered in a random layout.
"Welcome." A loud, ominous voice came from seemingly everywhere. It echoed off the blank walls, making it impossible to know from where it originated.
But Sam didn't have to look around for long. As he and Dmitri rounded a stack of crates, they were immediately confronted by a dozen or so people, assumedly vampires, standing in waiting. All except one man, a dark skinned, exquisitely muscled man sat in what could only be surmised to be a throne, although it was really just a large, leather wingback chair set up on a platform.
"Sam. We've heard so much about you. My name is Kalen." The enthroned man said in a firm, bold voice.
"It's good to finally meet the man who has fully captured the affections of our dear son, Dmitri."
Sam paled a little as he quietly counted the number of vampires in the room. It had grown to a thirty-to-one ratio of vampires to human. Those were not good odds.
"I am sure you have many questions…" Kalen began to sound a little miffed that Sam had not verbally engaged him yet, and instead seemed to just be taking in his surroundings, perhaps trying to figure out his escape options.
"Yeah." Sam finally replied. "The first question is why am I handcuffed? Dmitri and I are close. There is no need to keep me bound."
"Well…" The vampire was genuinely taken aback at Sam's nonchalant behavior; though he could hear Sam's heart thudding away like a horse in full gallop.
"We've had a few… situations where some of our guests got a little squirmy and tried to run. And… we try so very hard not to rip out anyone's throat here, but some of us get… triggered when we see someone running and things get a little carried away. So the handcuffs are for your safety."
"From myself." Sam clarified, unable to hide the disbelief in his voice.
"Yes."
Dmitri sensed Sam's rising hostility, and he whispered, "Calm down, baby. It'll be fine."
Everyone heard the whisper of course; it was part of the vampire curse, to hear all the private things lovers say to each other. That ability got boring after a while and most of the vampires completely ignored the whisper exchanged between the two young men.
"Second question." Sam addressed the leader. "Why am I here?"
"Dmitri wishes to publicly claim you as his mate." Kalen cut to the case.
"It's a ceremonial mating bond that would pair you together for life."
Sam's head spun like top on the inside. Now this, he was not expecting. Dmitri wanted to marry him?
"And…" The vampire leader amended with distinct inflection.
"He wishes for you to become part of the family. Do you understand what that means?"
Sam gulped nervously and gave a brief nod of his head. Now this was a bit closer to what he was expecting.
"It means…" His voice caught in his throat for a moment and it took him a moment to clear it.
"It means that you'd turn me into a vampire."