WARNING: Life-affirming SMUT ahead
Epilogue
"Has it really been three years, Beloved?"
Damien murmured softly, reaching out to stroke the cool marble of the tombstone in front of him. It was beautifully crafted with a light rose-colored tint and a howling wolf carved into it. In elegant cursive it read:
Samuel Mason Winchester
May 12, 1983- November 13, 2010
Beloved son, brother, and mother
An unsung hero, who'll never be forgotten
No one had been able to recover Sam's body after he took on Lucifer so they had just gone to one of Mary's old hunting buddies who also crafted stonework, so that they could get a tombstone for the small grave they'd dug in memory of him. Damien visited it faithfully, every weekend before he went to work, bringing with him a fresh bouquet of lilies, Sam's favorite flower.
Today the bouquet was larger, however, because it marked three years his lover had been gone.
In that time Dean and Castiel had gotten married and were now travelling across the country hunting together. John and Mary had settled down in a small house in South Dakota, not too far from Bobby, their hunter friend, whom Damien was currently living with, working as a mechanic.
The grizzly old hunter had taken a liking to him, despite him being a vampire and he later found out that he was the only one Sam told about him. Upon hearing the news of Sam's death, the hunter had offered to house him if he earned his keep and he had agreed so he could stay close to the people who had quickly became his family. Marilyn had gone back to Heaven with Michael but visited him often with news of the places the arch angel took her and the happenings of Heaven. It made his heart ache because he often found himself wishing Sam could see their baby now. He wanted to see those hazel eyes light up with love and fill with tears of relief as he gazed upon their little angel.
His own eyes watered slightly and he sighed. "I miss you so much." He whispered, jerking as a hand landed on his shoulder. Spinning around, he opened his mouth to berate his assailant only for the words to catch in his throat.
"S-Sammy?"
His hunter stood behind him with a sad smile on his lips, hazel hues soft and full of tears.
"Dae." He responded softly and the vampire gave a choked sob of relief yanking the human into a bone crushing hug. His wife hugged him back tightly, sobbing softly into his shoulder.
"I'm so sorry." The vixen murmured into his shoulder and Damien nuzzled his throat relishing in being able to hold him in his arms again.
"How'd you escape?"
"Death pulled me out of the cage. Said he did it as a favor to someone."
He frowned but disregarded it in favor of focusing on the warm presence of his lover in his arms.
"I missed you."
Sam looked up at him, wet hazel eyes soft and so full of life. Warm and alive.
It clicked in Damien's mind.
Sam was alive.
His wife, the love of his life, was alive.
He wasn't alone anymore.
A slightly hysterical laugh bubbled out of his chest and he pulled Sam into a deep kiss. Surprised, the hunter kissed him back, a soft moan leaving his lips as Damien's tongue caressed the seam of his lips.
After a moment Sam pulled away, smiling.
"Let's go home."
The vampire nodded, then smirked seductively.
"I believe I have a promise to uphold, no?"
Sam shivered and leaned into him, arousal dancing down his spine.
"Yes, yes you do."
Smirking the vampire led him away from the grave, heart soaring in his chest. Waiting beside the road inside the cemetery was a black 1990 Harley with dark blue flames painted on the side.
"Remind you of anything?"
"Our first date."
Damien nodded. "Found the key to the storage you hid all my things in. Only took out my bike."
Sam chuckled softly. "Of course."
His husband grinned and climbed onto the bike, any tension he'd had before seeping out of him when his hunter's arms wound themselves around his waist and held on.
Revving the engine, he peeled away from the graveyard, intent on getting home and making good on his promise. When he arrived Bobby, thankfully, was out, the note on the fridge saying he'd gone over to the Winchesters and would be back later.
Ignoring the note for now, he pulled Sam into a heated kiss, leading him up the stairs. Sam kissed back just as passionately, gasping as the older male pressed him up against the wall and deepened the kiss. His lungs burned, begging for air, but his lips begged for more and he mewed softly, panting as Damien pulled away, pressing hot open mouthed kissed down his jaw and onto his throat.
"Dae," He breathed. "Dae, we need to g-get u-upstairs."
His husband growled lowly against his throat then using vampire strength he hauled his wife up into his arms and pulled him into bruising kiss, making his way up the stairs. Muscular arms came up and wrapped around his neck as his lover kissed him back, gasping as his tongue ran across the seam of his lips. The wet appendage slid into the hot orifice and began mapping every surface, relearning every crevice and ridge. So caught in the kiss, Sam didn't even notice when his back met the bed.
Damien pulled back and kneeled over his lover, mint green eyes softening as he stared down at the beauty beneath him. Long chestnut colored hair lay splayed across the pillow, cheeks flushed in arousal, and lips plump and bruised from their kisses, Sam was a vision, one he'd never thought he'd see again. His heart swelled in his chest.
"I love you." He murmured and Sam smiled up at him.
"I love you too."
He smiled back and started kissing down his throat, intent on showing his wife just how much he'd missed him. Sneaky, slender hands slid up his shirt caressing his muscles and he shivered, snarling softly when his mate lightly scraped his nails down his front. He returned the favor, pulling away to yank his beloved's shirt over his head before leaning down to return to his attack on the graceful column bared to him. Sam moaned when his lips met the sensitive place behind his ear and he smirked, using his tongue to map his way from his mate's throat to his pert dusk-colored nipples, taking one into his mouth and nipping it gently.
A sharp gasp left the man beneath him followed by a quiet whimper, his own shirt leaving his body in a flurry of movement. He pulled back with an amused smirk.
"Patience, love."
Sam pouted at him, hazel hues hooded and seductive.
"But I want you now." He replied sultrily.
Damien growled, jade eyes darkening to a near black color and full of a heated arousal that made the hunter's body burn and his blood rush.
"And you will have me, Beautiful." He rumbled, flicking open the button on the younger man's pants and yanking him into another kiss, this one more bruising and passionate than any of the others.
Sam gasped but kissed back, unbuttoning his husband's jeans as he went and sliding his hands inside to grip the vampire's arousal, fighting a smirk when he groaned and bucked against him. Sam bucked back at him, whimpering as their arousals brushed against each other.
Pumping the older male slowly, the hunter rolled them over and fully removed his husband's pants, then leaned back on his haunches, licking his lips as he took in the thick length in front of him. Proud and heavy glistening with pre-come it curved up towards Damien's stomach, so much like he remembered and he could feel his body clench in want. He shivered and moved forward, wrapping his lips around the massive organ causing his husband to moan loudly.
"Fuck, missed this. Missed it so much," The vampire gasped, forcing himself not to buck into the hot orifice wrapped around him. The vixen's lips tightened and he pulled back slightly, licking his way from base to tip, then swallowing the whole length down. Damien cursed, knowing he wouldn't last too long of he let his wife continue, feeling the coil in his gut tighten and his body tingle, so he slid his fingers into his hair and pulled it slightly.
"Not gonna last! N-not go-gonna last."
Sam ignored him and hummed around his cock, purring when he shot his load down his throat. In little kitten licks, the hunter licked him clean then moved up to kiss him, arching when Damien rolled them over so he was on top. In swift movements the vampire removed his lover's pants and boxers, never breaking their kiss. He pulled away and brought his fingers up to Sam's lips.
"Suck."
The hunter did as he was bid and Damien groaned, stroking himself back to full mast, letting his pre-come lube his member. Sam coated the fingers diligently, working them over with his tongue like he had his husband's cock and the vampire cursed at the vision he made with his puffy lips wrapped around the callous appendages. He swallowed and pulled them out, trailing them down the beauty's chest, teasing his entrance lightly.
"Dae," Sam whined, shivering and the vampire smirked pressing two fingers in with no warning. Sam winced and arched at the delicious burn it caused, muscles contracting and relaxing around them. Giving him no time to relax the older man began to thrust them in and out gently, dark eyes smoldering as he listened to his mate moan and whimper in accordance. A third finger soon joined the others, before he pulled back, looking down at the flushed vixen beneath him.
"Ready?"
"Yesss." Sam hissed, crying out in pained pleasure as he was entered for the first time in years. Damien groaned, throwing his head back as the hot tunnel gripped him in all the right ways. It was like coming home for the first time in years and he had to stop himself from just letting go and fucking the beautiful man beneath him into oblivion. His mate trembled, trying to adjust clenching around him in a vice grip and he let out another choked groan, fangs lengthening.
"M-Move."
With a snarl the vampire did just that thrusting into his mate slowly a few times before increasing his pace. Beneath him Sam screamed and moaned, his breath catching in soft choked off whimpers and mews every few moments or so. For the first time in over a decade they were joined and it was beautiful. It was like all the missing pieces had fallen into place and their hearts, their very souls sang in pure wonderment of the fact. They moved in sync snarls and growls answered by whispered pleas and promises and when they reached their peaks Damien's fangs sank into Sam's neck forever marking him as his own.
As they basked in the afterglow of the reunion, Damien held his wife close and stroked his hair, knowing soon they'd have to get up and inform everyone of Sam's return. However right now he was content to lay with his mate in his arms and bask in the fact that they were finally together again. Sam curled closer to him with a sleepy murmur and unbidden a soft smile crossed his lips.
Yes, now was the time for him and Sam. Everything else could wait.
FIN
A/N: My first published lemon...hm Idk how to feel about it. Input anyone?
EDITED:12/25/15