a/n Even with the lack of review i'm posting the story, i've added and removed some things in the first story check it out, maybe the language is better :)

Winter land

Nathanael arched his back seeing his target all alone and vulnerable, his body crunched into the thick layer of snow. Sneaking quietly and freezing as he saw movement from his target that seemed clueless. He hurried up the hill before preparing himself then made the leap over the snow his body flying through the air gracefully.

Dean scratched his chin while yawning big, he loved snow he was relaxing watching the landscape seeing from far away wolf running around. He stretched his body ignoring the cold snow penetrating his fur. Suddenly he gasped as he was knocked over he blinked surprised up at his mate that grinned wolfish at him. Nathanael then leaned in licking his nose tip the snow falling from the sky fast, "hey there freckles." tear drops froze on his cheeks as he laughed so hard as Nathanael's wicked but very talented hands snuck under his cloths and started to tickle him. He fought hard to get away but it was impossible as Nathanael was determent to make him suffer of a stomach ache of too much laughing.

It had been like this with them for a very long time now, constant playing and joking around. Ever since Raven left, when Nathanael suggested that Brandon and she should go to a safe place they didn't argue neither did Dean, Raven had looked into Dean's eyes for awhile saying goodbye before taking the plain to an island. He got a letter that the children died at five only two years after Brandon and Raven laid down and died.

He had morgue them especially Raven, he had been depressed but reminded himself that he would se her again as well as his own family one day and that he had to live his life. But he would never have anyone as close as Raven as a friend like her again that he knew for sure.

He managed to crawl away as he surprised Nathanael with a handful of snow down his back and face. He rolled down the hill laughing taking off like a bullet with Nathanael chasing him down the hill. Then ran into the woods changing form knowing Nathanael was behind him then suddenly he wasn't he froze looking around his suspiciously. Hutching down looking around his surroundings paranoid then changed form again. "Nathanael?" he called out uncertain. No reply, "Okay you win… I give… Nathanael?" Dean narrowed down his eyes sniffing the air snorting then shook his head running back to the manor when he was jumped at.

Knocked down shaking his head then took off after Nathanael that ran fast making him run faster, it wasn't until night he dropped down on his stomach exhausted, Nathanael ran back licking his nose chuckling giving him a giving up? As a reply Dean rolled to his back laughing.

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Dean was trailing kisses on Nathanael's neck rubbing his nose then popped his chin on Nathanael's shoulder, "c'mon it was fun."

"We crashed into a tree…" Nathanael sulked while watching the fire, his fingers playing with Dean's toes his legs locked around him, Dean's chest pressed against his back.

"It was fun."

"We crashed into a tree with that slade." He nudged at the broken slade, "it wasn't even ours."

"Who cares?"

"Welma she that did the slade to herself, the one you stole that we then crashed into the tree with?"

"But you'll look at her and she won't care." Dean argued, "she'll build a new one." he said shrugging his nose burring into his pulse point sniffing in the scent, "admit it you had fun."

"Yeah have to admit it was fun to hear you scream like a girl." Nathanael laughed as Dean punched his arm growling.

"That was not ME!" Dean snapped. "It was like the echo from the hill that crashed to the trees making my very masculine scream sound a little higher."

"Like a girl."

"No not a like a girl."

"Sure… like a little boy in puberty." He said ever so coolly.

"You know keep teasing me and you'll end up alone tonight." He made a surprise gasp as he was thrown over in a quick move it didn't hurt at all he blinked up at Nathanael that looked down at him grinning as he was hovering over him.

"Is that so? All alone?"

"Mmm" he nodded his head biting his lower lip moaning as Nathanael straddled him moving.

"Here I thought I would ride you all night long."

"Sometimes men can perhaps sound a little high when… they get… exited."

"Or scared?" Nathanael asked pressing down grinning ear to ear as Dean head arched back with a groan.

"Yeah."

"So am I gonna have to spend this night alone? Or have something to ride on?"

"Ride defently ride… isn't it getting dark?"

"Mmm perhaps."

"Yeah think it is." Nathanael chuckled.

"Your right."

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Dean ran upstairs into their bedroom wincing the entire time at the thought, he closed the big window biting his lower lip as he saw the mess. It was a snow storm and he had been out running and completely forgot to close the window. The furniture was brand new and expensive, Nathanael had reminded him over a thousands of times to close the window. Not always concerned about the things but the coldness in the room. Nathanael would soon enter the room and scowl at him he hurried into the bathroom grabbing the towels wiping the snow up. Chewing his lip as he saw the wetness had already damaged somewhat of the carpet.

"Forgot to close the window?" Nathanael asked pressing the button and the fire place in the corner lighted up and he turned to Dean that was only in his underwear and shivering. He started to undress completely he heard a silent gasp from Dean.

No matter how many times he saw him naked he still felt that rush of excitement in his body, perhaps it was because he knew what pleasures awaited him, perhaps it was that the fact that Nathanael was breathtakingly beautiful, like living art that you could never ever get sick off. Dean swallowed hard dropping the towel. "Yeah… forgot."

It was a big storm out there, he was happy that he wasn't out there. He crawled up on the bed flushing as he felt all of his blood rush down stairs, he stood in front of Nathanael looking greedy up and down and Nathanael pulled him closer his thumbs sneaking under the waist band and pulled down the boxers, he stepped out of them licking his lips. His mate's strong hands gripping his thighs lifting him easily up and dropped him on the bed.

He gasped as their bodies pressed so perfect looking deeply into mysterious blue eyes that took his breath away each time. his thumb stroking his cheek then down his jaw line before their lips pressed together. Trying to swallow him whole, he rolled them over breaking the kiss and pressed firm kisses down the jaw line and a kiss on the ear lobe before kissing his way down a tempting neck. Leaving a mark or two making old ones burst into life again, he had him all to himself all to himself his teeth dug into the skin without breaking it. Growling, he knew that Nathanael had his share of lovers through the years, Dean had his share of them but Nathanael had thousands of years on him.

Nathanael was a giving lover as he was a greedy one, always greedy for more. He taught him a lot too it was a duh factor with that as he never had shared a bed with a male before. His lover taught him to bend and twist his body in ways that he never thought possible. He had asked once how, Nathanael said that when he was in India many many years back he meet a girl Shani that learned him everything there was about to know about karma sutra and tantra sex. Jealous he had growled rolling on top of his lover nibbling down his mate's chest biting hard, growling into his mate's stomach, I will make you forget all about her. He had teased him asking if he was jealous but then his head had arched back panting in pleasure.

Tantra sex was something they had tried a couple of times, but failed in Dean had lost himself in Nathanael's eyes not focusing, never having the patience before moving and begging his mate to take him. But Dean had found this book three hundreds years ago it was under the bed with a lot of various positions he had tried many of them. He moaned at the thought of one, he had straddled Nathanael but showing his back, moving then made Nathanael move in another way as he done it a wave of pleasure had hit him right to every string of hair in his head making him scream, oh fuck! Repeatingly then as he came hard he had passed out sleeping on his mate that was more then ready for round two.

Nathanael liked more positions when he could se him rather the back of his head, Dean and muttered about getting a freaking mirror cuz that position was heavenly. He sat up his mate pushing himself up on his elbows, gripping his arm, "where do you think your going?" growling somewhat Dean had kissed him reassuring.

"Wait." He moved away and Nathanael pulled him back, "Nathanael!" he scowled then sighed gripped his mates hand pulling him over him as he laid on his stomach his hands reaching under the bed, in triumph he pulled the book up. He opened the book, Nathanael had seen the book after a disaster, Dean had frowned as nothing worked, he had pulled the book out Nathanael had growled of who had given him the book. Always the jealous one. Books was something that didn't exist anymore as there where chips ones, so Dean had scored the book in a market. Back to the bad position he had complained that it had to be Nathanael's fault that growled at him, then accidentally Dean had hurt his dick he had gripped his mate's manhood bending it in a way it shouldn't be bent. His mate had screamed pushing him that been whining worried his made scowling him that his dick didn't bend like a freaking lighting bolt. It was the first and last time they did that one.

"You've been book marking it a lot…" Dean twisted his body around grinning at his mate wiggling his eyebrows. "A lot of positions you like." Dean grinned wider then showed him one. "I don't twist that way." He said to Dean that looked at the picture twisting his head.

"You might…"

"That would break my back. Hey why don't we just do this one?" he asked pointing at the picture.

"Hell no, I guess that suppose to be me? Hell no, my neck is not the exorcist and a lot of yoga needs for this." Dean said then looked up at the window as a strong wind hit the window, his eyes going up the ceiling and chuckled. He had tired to tie his mate up that snorted at him but giving into his little kink but it back fired as soon as Nathanael yanked the whole rope and the top of the bed snapped making the top crash on top of Dean's head not that much of a turn on.

That was the last time he tried that in bed, he'd tried then with Nathanael sitting on the chair his hands bound behind him with thick iron chains they snapped just like that. Being the optimist he tired on the floor chains locked to the stone wall, well just lets say there's no wall there anymore. Dean closed the book letting it drop then grinned wickedly at his mate kissing his mate's wrist then moving them over Nathanael's head as he was pushed back. "Freckles we tired this and you know what happened. Don't want history to repeat do we?" Dean just winked at him yanking the covers kicking them away so they wouldn't be a distraction.

"You won't more your hands away from that position." Dean spoke with a thick voice, breathing shallow.

"I'm not?" Nathanael questioned with a crooked eyebrow watching his mate licking his lip thick with desire.

"If you do. I'll stop. So you can't move."

"Dean…"

"Saying that you don't have self-control?" Dean teased his tong flickering over the nipple.

"With you as a lover. Hardly." Dean grinned ear to ear, "but I'll try. Se I'm good to you giving into your kinks." Nathanael felt his lip quirk up nodding in a your right kind of way.

"Wolfy I give into plenty of kinks." Dean replied hungry, "So you agree?"

"Yes."

"Good." Nathanael wished he didn't, he panted loud, his body assaulted with pleasuring teasing. Dean had gagged him so he wouldn't growl and threaten, even a freaking blindfold now that was torture. His body burning, he lost count of how long Dean had teased him with that wicked tong, the smell from his mate clouding everything. His hearing concentrating on the sounds his mate made and did to him. His arms shaking fighting for control, then Dean arched against him. His lover moaning his name driving him completely nuts, biting the gag hard his arms tensing and flexing then finally release. The bind fold was off him so was the gag, "you can move your arms now." Dean panted out. He rolled them aggressively spreading his mate's limp legs. Moving and thrusting in and out of his mate that made sounds of life and death his nails digging into his back his voice screaming for more begging it to stop as begging to never let it end.

Sated they curled into each other, Dean murmured into Nathanael's neck, "maybe we can snowball fight when the storm is over."

"Maybe we can make a snow cave and fuck like crazy."

"Even better." Dean murmured sleepy before falling asleep, he loved winter.

tbc