Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or the characters thereof. Dante is in this one but he is mine and I so own his fine ass!

Warning: Wincest!. Sam/Dean. Some language, graphic imagery. Sexual Content. If you don't like Wincest, don't read! I get graphic with most of my Wincest and I don't want to offend you.

Plot: Sam is taken and they rush to save him. Will they be get there in time? Alex Pearson really wants Dante to show but will he be ready to face the rage of the Pheonix?

And surely Alex isn't stupid enough to underestimate Sam's Hunting skills and how far he'll go to get free? Will it be enough? Or will it cost Dean the man he loves so much it hurts?

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Sam woke up naked, tied to a bedframe, a wire one. Wire was wrapped around his wrists, binding him to the metal headboard. Steel springs poked his chest. His legs were folded beneath him, bottom pooched out, legs secured by wires to the coils. His cuts were bleeding and he was bruised around the face and jaw. One eye was swollen shut, the other almost there.

He had been shocked for hours already before Dante had called, right after he'd cut the crap out of him.

He had heard what the man had said and struggled to get away. To loosen the wires, which wasn't happening, really. He could also hear the man in the other room, singing to himself. Metallica. Sam never wanted to hear it again.

The man came in and caressed his ass but didn't go beyond that. This gave Sam an idea.

"Untie me and I'll show you why I'm such a good piece of ass." Sam promised, not going to keep it, no sirree. He saw the knife in the man's boot and had an idea. "I'll make you feel good. Dante won't be here for twenty minutes. Just don't tell Dean, He'd never understand."

"Why the kind offer, Sam?" Alex said getting hard from the idea of this with the man. Sam leered at his erection, licking a lip like he knew would work. The man was interested, he just had to keep him that way.

"Cause I'm afraid of you and I'm kind of hoping this might convince you not to kill me later. Plus, I'm a good lay. I could enjoy this. You said you had stamina. I like stamina. Bet you fuck good, too." Sam said and the man approached.

Revulsion filled him but he hid it, gave him a good scared but interested look.

"Fine, we'll do this. You act up, I'll gut you, understand?" Alex said, stroking Sam's dick, which got hard despite Sam's best attempts to not let it do any such thing. His dick had a mind of its own apparently.

"I understand." Sam said obediently. Keeping his Hunter's third eye on the knife. Needing to get close enough to grab it. He was untied soon after and stood there as a mattress was put on the frame by another man. Sam eyed him hatefully, a dark haired short guy. He seemed to enjoy Sam's look.

"I get you next." The man leered and Sam barely looked at him now. Keeping his eye on Alex. Alex leaned into the headboard and smiled.

"Undo my pants, Sam. Use that sexy mouth to do it." Alex purred and Sam wanted to punch him. But instead used his hand to undo Alex's pants, using his teeth to unzip them. Alex moaned as Sam's lips ghosted over his underwear, brushing his dick. Sam's hands work the jeans down and got close to the knife but not too close, not enough to let him see that Sam had even seen it there yet. Sam worked his underwear down now and saw the man was already hard.

He didn't want to do this but he needed that knife!

Sam took a hand and stroked him, while placing his mouth on the head there, sucking lightly. Then moved down it harder, sucking deeper now. Alex thrust up in his mouth now, choking him. Sam didn't stop; he just kept sucking as his hand slipped lower.

He risked a look and saw the other man jerking himself and knew he had to do it. He deep-throated him and squeezed just right. Eyes on both, he watched the other man close his eyes as he came. Alex closed his as well and shot his load into Sam's throat. Sam was forced to drink it or choke. At the same time he jerked that knife out and stabbed Alex in the chest. He died in mid-orgasm with his mouth open slightly and his eyes stayed closed.

Sam jumped back on the other man, slitting his throat easily. The man fell dead at his feet and Sam looked around for his clothes. Once he found them, he quickly dressed and ran out of room. Soon he found his weapons and took them back, too. He was out the door in seconds and slammed right into a hard chest. One he recognized instantly.

"Dante! Where's…Where's Dean?" Sam wondered and heard a thump on the roof. He saw Dean climbing down and saw his face. He'd seen what Sam had done. He was looking at Sam worried now. Dean hugged Sam hard and Sam hugged him back, blood soaking his shirt now. Some of the deeper cuts were bleeding freer now.

He felt light-headed and wobbled. Dean held him up. "I'm sorry, baby. I needed the knife in his boot. It was the only way to get loose to get it. I'm sorry, hated doing it. Don't hate me!" He felt dizzy now. "Don't leave me. I love you!" Sam tried to stand but only blacked out now. "Dean. Sorry."

Dante looked at them in worry, while Bobby rushed in with his gun ready but came out shaking his head.

"They're dead. Both of them. Sam got them good." Bobby said and went to help get Sam to the car, laying him in the backseat and working on his wounds. Most were bone deep and several needed stitches. One had nicked his heart and another had carved a swath into his lung. "We need a hospital. Now!" Dean screamed, ready to cry. He couldn't lose Sam to another crazy Hunter! Not the fuck again! He worked frantically, even resorting to stealing everyone's shirts to try to staunch the blood flow, which was rapidly soaking everything he put onto it. It kept up like this, Sam was going to bleed to death in a few minutes. "Fuck it, floor it, NOW!"

Dante did just that, breaking every speed limit on the way there. They all eyed Sam as he lay there limply and bled to death in the backseat. They drove him to the hospital while the place burned, leaving no trace they were ever there but two dead charred bodies and no evidence to point to the killer.

Sam was admitted and taken to surgery. After several hours, they had repaired the tear to his lung and the cut on his heart, and stitched up his cuts. They wanted to know what had happened. So they said he'd disappeared from outside the bar, and they found the blood trail. They showed them the note and explained they had called and set up the trade. They found him wandering along the street and brought him here. They assumed the kidnappers had got scared when Sam escaped and ran when they figured he would go to the cops.

It was a good story and most of it was true. Just not the end part.

Sam was asleep for three days after the surgery but the doctors said he was just recuperating, he was just sleeping, not in a coma. He just needed the time to heal. If he had lost more blood, he may not have made it.

Cops found the burnt bodies and figured out what Sam had done. Except they figured he had burned them, too. His lawyers got the case tossed on lack of proof he had even been there. Eventually the case was dropped and the cops left Sam's doorway, giving him an admiring look. Their thoughts, one may ask? Well, they figured he'd put up a helluva fight and got away, the fire was secondary. He was bleeding to death but he'd killed the bad guys anyway and still found the strength to stumble away to find the cops to help him. He had survived it and seemed okay for it. They were glad he wasn't going to jail for it; they deserved what they had gotten!

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The first thing Dean did when Sam woke up was to kiss him deeply and let him know he loved him.

"Not mad, don't blame you, baby. You had to get the knife, I know that! Not leaving you, that doesn't count as cheating; that was surviving." Dean said stroking his lover's face, Sam's hazel eyes relieved now. "They would have killed you both, you know that."

"Yeah, I figured that out immediately." Sam admitted.

"What happened, Sammy? How'd he get you?" Dean asked, climbing up to hold him on the bed, Sam making room for him, smiling now. Dean looked at him softly and kissed him lovingly, brushing lips to his forehead. "So glad you're alive, baby. Couldn't live without you, Sammy!" He pulled him into his chest and rested his chin against Sam's hair, "Tell me what happened?" His hand brushed softly along Sam's back, soothing him now.

"We were heading to the bar, to go to work. There were shots and we ducked for cover. Some of theirs hit Jo and Ash as they shoved me out of the way and some of ours hit one of his partners; there were three of them. They tossed him off a railing on the way here. He died in the car, you see. Bled out." Sam smiled and Dean kissed him, calling him his sexy killer. A creepy name but it made Sam smile wider, so they let it go. "He kept a gun on me the whole time and I was trying to get away when he clipped me good. I woke up tied to a bed with wires. He kept cutting me and asking me where you were, Dante. I wouldn't tell him. He got pissed and cut deeper, and he talked to you on the phone while he cut me. Then he hooked cables to the wire frame and shocked me with a car battery thing, and I still wouldn't tell him. He lost his temper and beat me, in the face and head. I guess I passed out."

"I woke up and I tried to move but it hurt and I was dizzy. Probably from the blood loss. And the electric shocks, he didn't spare the electric on those. I woke up on all fours and naked this time, he had me wired to the bed. I figured he was going to take me…well, you know how he was going to take me." He gave Dean a soft look and Dean looked pissed again "He didn't get to, Baby. Not even close. " This did not make Dean feel any better. The bastard had planned on going to raping Sam; he wanted to kill him…again! This time Dean wanted to do it!

"He came in and I saw the knife in his boot when he touched my ass and well, I got an idea. So I played along that I was scared and was afraid he'd kill me later. Said I'd show him why I was such a good piece of ass. He believed me and untied me. His partner put the mattress on the frame and he sat at the head of it. He said to undo his pant and I did, keeping an eye on the knife." Sam couldn't look at Dean anymore but he forced Sam to look at him.

"You didn't do anything wrong, Sammy." Dean reassured him, "Never leaving you, baby."

"Still love me?" Sam asked worried, "Even if he…"

"One, always will love you. No matter what. Nothing anyone or anything does to you will ever change that, never! Two, what did he make you do? It's okay, not going anywhere. Tell me, baby, please?" Dean pleaded. He's seen it happen so he already knew. Sam needed to talk about this or it would end up hurting him in the end.

"I had to suck him off. He came in my mouth, I knew he would have to so he wouldn't see me reaching for the knife. His partner was jerking off to us, so I had to let him cum so his partner would cum, too. They let their heads go back and their eyes closed as they came, then I grabbed the knife and killed them. Got dressed and got my weapons, then ran into Dante. That's it. I'm sorry it had to go that far but he would have noticed me getting his knife if I hadn't." Sam looked down again in shame, "May not have been wrong, but I feel dirty anyway. Feel …violated. Happy to be alive but still…violated." He cried a little, "Before I sucked him, he stroked me…and I got hard from it. I didn't want to and I didn't like it, but I did. I'm sorry, honest, I didn't want him!" He kissed Dean hard and Dean let him, kissing him back just as hard, letting him know it was okay. "I want you, just you. Always have."

"Now you're being silly, of course it's always been me. You were always the one for me, too, Sammy!" Dean reassured him, "Not dirty. Violated, yeah, but not beyond repair. Never that. Always want you, Sammy. Sure they made you do that but It let you kill them. You did what you had to, I understand that. If you need time to deal with it, talk to Bobby or something, I understand that. Still love you!" He made Sam look up at him. "I need you, Sammy. Need you in my life, however I can get you."

"Even if I…" Sam couldn't finish it, but Dean knew the rest. He looked at Bobby, "Can I talk to you about it…later?" He did need to talk to someone. He'd talk to Dean but he needed his Dad…which meant in Sam-speak, Bobby. "I need to speak to Dad…I mean Bobby." Sam looked sorry for this but Dean said it was okay, and Bobby looked happily surprised. Even Dean looked happy and proud that he thought of Bobby that way. "You're my Dad now. You have been even before Dad died. You knew that."

"Um, yeah. Just…so proud you still see me that way. You're both my sons, too. You can talk to me if you want, whenever you want." Bobby said, hugging him softly, and cried, Sam held him and they cried together for a minute then parted, wiping their eyes off awkwardly. "Thought I lost you…again! Stop dying on me, my old heart can't take much more of that shit."

"I won't." Sam said taking his hand, "You're my Dad, I won't do that if I can help it all." Dean came back to his side and slid into the bed with him, Sam cuddled into his side, sighing in relief and getting tired. He laid his head on Dean's chest. "Stay here, okay? Dean? Hold me?"

"Not going anywhere, baby. Bet we can get them to let me stay right here." Dean said kissing his tousled head lovingly. "Sammy, I don't blame you for it. We've all done it. We've done bad and dirty, and downright wrong things in the name of Hunting. We've all done it. You know I have and I know for damn sure you have. Didn't stop me from loving you then, doesn't do it now either. Never could. You did what you had to."

"But I…" Sam said again, remembering what he'd done and feeling violated again, cringing. Dean held him closer and kissed him again, soothing him by rubbing his back under the hospital gown.

"Played the whore?" Dean said gently and Sam nodded, hoping Dean would understand.

"Yes." Sam said head down again.

"Everyone plays the whore at some time, every last one of us." Dean said softly, "No shame in that, it saves lives. We do it to save our lives or someone else's at some point."

"Is that true?" Sam asked , looking at Bobby and the others.

"Yes." Bobby admitted.

"How'd you do it?" Sam asked, needing to know to feel less ashamed, to know he really wasn't the only one who'd ever done this. It made him feel like he hadn't done something dirty, just a necessary evil.

"A vamp, fucked her so Rufus could take her head, years ago." Bobby admitted.

"Succubus, she sucked me, tried to infect me. Let the Hunter go and went after me instead. We saved three girls that night. I got to burn her to ashes." Dante admitted.

"Vamp." Ellen admitted. "Bill killed it after freeing the people. He never once blamed me for it. Sammy, Dean doesn't either. You did what you had to, nothing less, nothing more. I did it and Bill loved me still, too."

"I sucked a demon off so another hunter could exorcise it." Jo admitted shyly, not smiling. "Had to, he was going to run and we had no trap to lock him into."

"I had gay sex with another hunter; he was cursed by a witch, a lust spell. He had to have sex, there was no way out of that." Ash admitted. "You know how those spells are. I told him to take me. I didn't mind, I'm gay anyway, so what the hell?"

"You're gay?" Sam asked in surprise, he hadn't known that but apparently everyone but him and Dean did. They all smirked and nudge the mullet-headed man, chuckling.

"Yep." Ash shrugged. "Had a crush on Sam for a year or two now. Considered asking him out, seeing as he was bi and all. Until I found out you were a couple, then I backed off. Gonna find me a good man someday, too."

"See, Sammy, said you had a fine ass, baby. Even Ash wanted it." Dean teased, kissing him softly. Sam smiled and blushed. Dimples showing already the way Dean wanted them to now.

"I'm flattered , Ash, Really. I know you'll find someone, too." Sam said and sighed, "So we all, every last one of us?, have done something to …dirty…ourselves on a hunt at some point?"

"Not dirtying ourselves. Staying alive and saving people. Our bodies are just tools we use sometimes. And, well, sometimes we have to use them in ways we don't like to. It's all for the good of the people we save. We pay the price because only we can, no one else. Doesn't make us wrong, just makes us feel less clean for a while. It fades, Sam, always does." Bobby explained.

Sam felt better now. Still dirty but less so now. It would fade and he would let it. Dean still loved him and that was all he cared about. Sam dirtied and alive or Sam dead and pure. Sam knew this choice, knew Dean's choice.

"You were tortured sexually by that shifter in New Hope, Dean, for me. So I could get untied and kill it. You never once blamed me for making you do that. Why?" Sam asked, remembering the time Dean had done it, too. "He left you torn up inside, for weeks. Why didn't you tell him to stop? Why'd you act like you wanted more, like you… liked him doing that?" Sam cried at the memory, Dean so abuse and shrinking from touch. Dean flinching from the lightest kisses and touches. His screams in the night. His cowering in corners after flashing back to it. Sam unable to do anything but watch his lover fall apart then heal as Sam gave him space and let him talk to him. Dean hesitantly approaching Sam for a hand hold, to be held eventually. Begging him to hold him and keep the nightmares away. The way he worked up the nerve to make love to Sam again, Sam careful to not touch him unless he asked him to while he did it.

Not daring to get in the way of healing Dean and making him whole again, not shattered in pieces from hours of abuse by a sadistic shifter with sexual depraved ideas in mind for them both but only getting to break one of them. The only one willing to do it, the other wanting to get untied so he could make him stop, to kill it for touching Dean that way. For daring to hurt Dean that way!

"What is he talking about, Dean?" Bobby insisted with narrowed eyes, everyone looked upset now, too.

"I did what you did." Dean shrugged and they shook their heads.

"No, we didn't. We had sex and weren't willing. You were abused. For how long? When? I demand to know, now!" Bobby demanded, "Why didn't you tell me!"

"A year ago or so. We were hunting a shifter. It got Sam then me. He was unconscious when I got there and wouldn't wake up, fucker got smart and drugged him first! It had Sam stripped and was going to…didn't know for sure but whips with sharp objects and naked body's leaning over him aren't good signs of things to come for anyone. So when he went after Sam, I offered it me…willingly. In return for not harming Sam. It bound me to this frame thing on the wall, and whipped me, then it…did things. I won't go into details, I refuse to. Needless to say, it penetrated and it hurt. I did things I am ashamed of and it hurt me anyway, it seemed to enjoy it. It made Hell seem tame, what he did, but not by much. It would have killed me by fucking me bloody eventually, in between the painful parts of course, if Sam hadn't finally managed to get loose and kill it with one of our knives it had stashed in the room." Dean said and sighed, "It took hours and felt like days."

"I never blamed you, Sammy. I didn't say stop because he was waiting for me to so he could hurt you, baby. I acted like I liked it because if he thought for one second I wasn't going along with our deal, he'd have hurt and killed you, like he had done to the others victims he had done it to." Dean explained, "Like Alex would have done to you if you hadn't seduced him and killed him with his own knife. He'd have torn you up and killed you, too, Sammy. That's why I will never blame you for it, it wasn't wrong. He would have broken you, like the shifter broke me. You stopped it and I am so damn proud of you for that. So resourceful, Sammy!" He kissed the shaking man and felt him relax some.

"But the doctor said…" Sam cried and Dean nodded.

"What did the doctor say, Sam? Tell me! Cause he obviously wouldn't!" Bobby glared at Dean who lowered his head, knowing he should have come to Bobby afterward and hadn't out of shame.

"He said he was so torn up inside and bleeding internally from it. Bobby, he wouldn't stop bleeding, his ass just bled! It poured out of him. Blood everywhere. He used…sharp things…in there…on him. He had three surgeries before he was fixed up and stopped bleeding. The doctor said he would have died if I hadn't got him there when I did. He was ripped apart in his…body." Sam held Dean so close that Dean had to nudge him to relax his hold so he could breathe. "He was abused and shrinking from touch. Even mine. He flinched from the lightest kisses and touches. He screamed in the night. He cowered in corners after flashing back to it. I was unable to do anything but watch him fall apart then watch him slowly heal while I gave him space and let him talk to me. Dean hesitantly approached me for a hand to hold, to be held eventually. He begged me to hold him and keep the nightmares away. He had to work up the nerve to make love to me again, and I was very careful to not touch him unless he asked me to while he did it. I promised not to tell you, he thought you would freak out if you knew. He was freaked out enough as it was! He had enough trouble dealing with me around, having you around would only have made him feel worse, sorry, Bobby."

"Well, I wish I had known, I would have healed him and helped." John said walking in and approaching his sons, the others backed up and let him hold them, touching Sam and healing him immediately of all wounds, making his stitches vanish instantly, leaving white line scars where they once were, barely able to see and raised to the touch now. "Sorry, Dean, I'd have helped if I could have. Where was the me in this world while this was happening? I didn't care to help you? Find you?" John asked. Was the him in this world that hateful to his own sons?

"Dead. You were dead for over three years when this happened." Dean said softly, "But if you'd been around, you'd have been there for us. We know that much. You would never let us be that hurt and not try to help. You loved us, Dad, but there were ways you excelled and others where you just were…you could have done better really. The usual Winchester crap…woulda shoulda coulda…we do it all the time." Dean admitted. They carried regrets, they all did. "You're here now, that's what counts."

"Always will be." John promised and smiled down at his sons, Sam seemed to be feeling much better now. He was glad, he had wanted to help.

"Not to be unappreciating of your visit but why are you here early?" Dean asked and was surprised by his Angel Dad's face falling in sadness.

"I came to see Dante and Clara." John said and looked at them proudly, "You are immortal now, both of you. God sent me to tell you he's blessed you that way now. You've done good." Then he looked at Sam. "Then I found Ellen and them and they told me what happened. I healed Jo and Ash and looked for you and Dean, knowing Dean wouldn't be thinking straight with this happening to you. Then couldn't find you. Used those necklaces to find you. Apparently the marked ribs hide you from me, too. Sorry." He looked sad. "I would have protected you if I'd have got here earlier. Failed again I guess, sorry. With the risks to the timeline, it makes it hard to visit as much as I'd like to."

"We know that, Dad. You couldn't have known. The sigils hide us, not your fault. Glad you're okay now." Dean reassured his Dad.

John said happily, loving his sons and glad they were better now. "Love you boys so much, miss you a lot."

"Love you, too, Dad. Miss you, too." Both boys said softly and he hugged them, heading to leave now.

"You still up for the pool thing Saturday? If not, we can try another weekend." John asked worried.

"Nope, still up for it. We'll be waiting for you by 8pm. As promised." Dean reassured their Angel Dad now. "Looking forward to it!" then looked worried.

"You…changing your mind? You not coming?" Sam said sadly, again was silent but heard anyway, by everyone. "I guess we'd understand…if you had to." He looked down now and Dean saw his look, squeezing his hand in comfort.

This Dad was different. He was better, he wouldn't let them down. They both knew this and still past doubts lingered, clouding their love for him for a moment.

"Not cancelling, be there early." John said picking up their thoughts and doubts in an instant. "I won't let you down again, boys. Not if I can help it. I promise you that."

"We know." Sam said and found him and Dean hugged before John went to leave again. "See you soon, Dad."

"See you soon." John said and vanished instantly.

Sam now cuddled into Dean's chest and held him tight, sleepy now. "I love you, Dean."

"Love you, too." Dean said and sighed, relieved to have Sam back. "Dante, I know you probably need to go back to train with Clara but we, Sam and I, we need some time away. We do want the jobs you offered, but he's hurt and needs to recuperate."

"No sweat, trainings done. I'm back to work." Dante said and smiled softly, "You already have the jobs, both of you, take some time away. On me."

"There's a bed and breakfast in Hampshire where we killed a Poltergeist and saved the woman and her daughter from dying. She said we could stay for free anytime we wanted. I'm thinking a couple weeks in the country, away from work and hunting, would be just what we need. A honeymoon of sorts and recuperation place, you know?" Dean said smiling down as Sam buried his nose in Dean's skin again and breathed him in, smiling in his sleep again. "I want some time alone with him, at least for a little while."

Dante handed him a card and smiled. "Here's your credit card I got for you. It's got its own account numbers and is all yours. Your pay and such will be loaded onto it from the payroll department. I also put some money in the account for you to use if you need it." He shrugged at Dean's surprised look. "You're an honest man now, Dean. Honest men have credit cards and bank accounts. Get used to it."

"I will, just not used to it." Dean said and sighed. "It feels nice to have a halfway normal life, it does."

"Yes, it does." Dante agreed. Then they were shooed out but Dean managed to talk the people into letting him stay since Sam really wasn't letting him go, getting more vice grippy with every attempt to make Dean move. Dean was sure glad they were already in the hospital because if Sam kept this up he was going to break some ribs and he'd need those doctors!

"Sammy, I can stay, let up before you break a rib, baby. I need to adjust my position here, let go for a sec, okay?" Dean asked gently, and Sam looked up at him uncertainly.

"Not leaving though, right?" Sam felt the nightmares coming and being with Dean was keeping them away!

"Not leaving, let me adjust our positions, okay?" Dean asked and Sam let go. Dean slipped lower in the bed and lowered it with the controls. Then he pulled Sam back over to him. Kissing his hair he smiled and said, "Sleep, baby. When you get out of here, we're getting that honeymoon. Got it all planned, you're gonna love it."

"Really?" Sam gave him a happy look, "A honeymoon?" They hadn't had one yet.

"Yep, in the Hampshire, at that little inn we saved, remember? They thought we were antiquers?" Dean hinted and Sam smiled at the memory.

"Weren't wrong. We were lovers then." Sam said laughing a little, quietly so the nurse wouldn't interrupt. "Honeymoon in the country sounds so great! Haven't had a vacation in years. What about the pool date with Dad?"

"We'll stick around until after that, then go. The pool date is tomorrow so we'll leave the morning after that. Should give us time to shop for real luggage by then." Dean said, they didn't have suitcases per se. They would need some this time. Being honest men and all, not to mention getting their weapons duffel ready for it. Yeah, it may be a vacation but Evil still got stupid when it thought you were getting sloppy. They weren't getting sloppy, just taking a break from it. Hopefully it would take a hint and be wise enough not to bother them.

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Sam got out the next afternoon and they had their date with their father Angel and Bobby even showed. They drank and played bar games, pool and darts with both men. Bobby had some stuff going to the yard for a few days so they gave him the keys to their place for him to use since they wouldn't be there.

Then they hit the road the next morning, and checked into their room at the Hampshire Arms Inn.

The whole time thinking that they were really going to enjoy this trip. Starting with making love for two day and barely leaving the room to make up for almost losing each other again. Yeah, that was the plan.

Sure this was Heaven, they thought later after they had done just that, tired and sated from it.

Never wanting to leave it.

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