Sam swam in darkness. Everything around him was cool, quiet. He could live in that perfect space, if it weren't for the distant sound ringing in his ears. The noise pulled him from sleep's deep, perfect depths. It was his name. Someone was calling his name. Sam pulled his eyes open. At first, everything was a little blurry, until the world snapped back into focus. Dean's face was hovering above him. Sam blinked.
"What?" Sam murmured, eyebrows furrowing. Why was he in Dean's lap? What was that amused glint in Dean's eyes?
"Hey," Dean caressed his back. "You with me?"
"Where am I?" Sam said, touching his temple.
Dean snorted. "Don't tell me you don't remember."
Sam did remember. Everything was quickly coming together. He had tried to escape but Dean had caught him and carried him back to the room. He'd tossed him on the bed, had bitten him. Dean poised to eat him. Sam stiffened. Dean was prepared to eat him, but hadn't. What the fuck was happening?
"Calm down, dude," Dean said, squeezing Sam's side. "Before you give yourself an aneurysm."
Sam gripped Dean's broad shoulder. With his other hand, he pawed frantically at the bite wound. The moment his fingers caressed the space where the wound should have been, something absolutely delicious shot through Sam's nervous system. It was a blind, curling pleasure. Sam gasped, wrenching his fingers away. Dean moaned. Sam's eyes snapped to his brother's face. Bizarrely enough, Dean's jade spheres were half lidden, his face stormy with barely contained lust.
"Try not to touch it," Dean rasped, pulling Sam's hand into his own. He clasped their fingers together. "At least not for a little while."
"What did you do?" Sam croaked, his voice heavy with distress. "What the fuck did you do to me?!"
"I can explain."
"You bit me." Sam said. "Why am I not paralyzed?"
"Yeah, I know. I'm sorry, man. I couldn't control myself. I would have waited but I just snapped." Dean murmured, letting go of Sam's fingers to trail his claws delicately down Sam's back.
"What is it?" Sam said. His stomach was heavy with dread; however, through his mix of confused hurt, Sam didn't feel the urgency to distance himself from Dean. In fact, much to his quiet disbelief, there was something inside him that yearned for Dean's hold. Dean's arms were strong and warm wrapped around him. Where before his hold would have felt like a predator's cruel snare, Sam felt inexplicably safe.
"It's a mating bite," Dean admitted. "I've claimed you as my mate."
The confession was muddled, incomprehensible. Sam had caught something in the air, something that made his pupils dilate, his fingernails burrowing into Dean's skin.
Weirdly enough, Dean smelled better, too. It wasn't like his brother reeked before or anything, but now Dean's skin exuded a deep, sensual musk. It vaguely reminded Sam of the Abercrombie and Finch cologne his peers would drench themselves in at Stanford. Except, this fragrance was deeper. Much, much deeper. Sam pressed his face against Dean's neck, inhaling deeply.
Dean chuckled, cupping the back of his head and caressing his hair. "That tickles."
But Sam was in a world of his own. He yearned to fall into that fragrance, to bathe in it, to become a part of it. Sam's cock filled with blood, twitching in his boxers. The plump, blushing head smeared pre-cum. Sam could never remember getting so hard so quickly, but the thought was distant, trivial. Dean smoothed his hand down Sam's chest, his palm sliding against his tight, pink buds. Sam moaned, nuzzling deeper into Dean's throat.
"What's gotten into you?" Dean purred. "Come on, use your words, baby."
Sam darted out his tongue. An explosion of flavor scorched his tastebuds. He lapped at Dean's skin. Dean went stiff. A trembling hand darted down to cup the back of his neck. Sam squirmed in Dean's arms, trying to straddle him.
Dean moaned. "Fuck, Sammy."
"Dean," Sam panted, kissing his neck. He stretched up to reach for Dean's deliciously plump lips, but Dean gently held him back. Sam pushed forward against the large hands ensnaring his forearms, a whine breaking from his vocal cords. Sam's expression became stormy with frustration.
"Come on, calm down," Dean panted, licking his lips. "You're acting crazy."
"Off." Sam whined, jerking out of his hold, and fumbling blindly for Dean's slit. His voice was not his own. His blood was too hot. A burning, craving, stabbing need coursed through his veins. He wanted Dean more than he remembered wanting anything. He sought Dean's monster cock. He wanted it buried deep inside him. He had to have it. His insides ached; his own cock throbbed. Why wasn't his brother bowing to his whim? Why wasn't he fulfilling his duty?
"Okay, okay. Just breathe." Dean said quickly, snatching Sam's probing fingers away from his masculine slit.
Sam's head jerked to and fro. "No."
"No?" Dean wheezed. "What do you mean, no?"
Sam whined, struggling to snuggle back against Dean's perfect body. He was already straddled over his serpentine half, legs poised on either side. But he needed more, needed Dean's thick, throbbing member inside him, needed to feel that delectable release of his hot load deep into his channel. He wanted to be bred. Made heavy and plump by Dean's swimmers. To be pumped full of Dean's sweet seed. Dean was big, too. Dean was so big and strong, such a good protector, such a good provider. Dean would look after him. Look after their babies, too.
Sam let out of low keening sob. At that reaction, Dean released him. Sam used Dean's momentarily relapse in judgment to smash his lips against Dean's perfect mouth. Sam's fingers found Dean's oversized navy-blue shirt and tore at it. Dean inhaled. Rrrrripppp. Sam pushed the fabric away from his brother's broad shoulders. Dean moaned into his mouth, rapidly succumbing to Sam's ferocious advances, his tongue darting inside to sweep against Sam's. Sam's hands found his belt and he pulled at the leather, wrenching it from the loopholes. Dean grabbed his hips.
Sam tore his mouth away and feverishly kissed underneath Dean's jawline, "Fuck me."
Dean's eyes widened at the demand. Sam's kisses rose to his flushed cheeks. "Sam, you're out of your mind, man. You don't know what you're saying."
Sam broke his hold, found the hem of his own t-shirt, and jerked it off as if it was on fire. He tossed it behind him and dived forward, grasping Dean's face and smashing their lips together. Sam shoved his tongue inside, mapping out Dean's hot, wet cave. Dean let out an involuntary moan. He could feel Sam's erection pressed up against his belly, rock hard and throbbing. Sam pulled back for a moment, panting against his lips. "No, I want you. Please, Dean."
Dean felt his cock ascend to his slit with rapid grace. He had to get Sam off his lap before his dick sprung from its sensitive confines. He lifted Sam. In response, Sam thrashed mindlessly, trying to press his body back against Dean's. He clawed fruitlessly at his arms, "No!"
"Come on, Sammy. I'm just laying you on the bed." Dean said, shimming his hips and uncurling his tail. He maneuvered Sam onto his back, hovering over him. The second his bare back touched the mattress, Sam sprung, wrenching Dean down on top of him. Sam wrapped his arms around Dean, refusing to let go. Sam nuzzled underneath Dean's chin, sighing contently.
"Uh, Sam, you gotta let me go."
Sam squeezed tighter, grumbling unhappily.
Dean let his brother nuzzle him until he felt his cockhead pop from his entrance. Dean pried Sam off him. Before Sam could protest, Dean aimed for Sam's pants, unzipping the zipper and wrenching his boxers and jeans halfway down his muscular thighs. Sam's eyes, pupils blow in crazed lust, darted to Dean's monster cock as it exploded from his slit. It was just as he remembered it days before: veiny, long, and thick. Beautifully wet and twitching sporadically. Sam's insides twisted in excitement. Something gushed from his entrance, but Sam was too caught up in the mindless need to breed to pay attention. Dean's cockhead smacked against Sam's bare belly.
"Sorry," Dean began, wrenching his hips higher. But Sam whined, reaching blindly for his member. Pre-cum drippled onto his tan skin, slipping off to the torn comforter. Sam nearly grabbed his shaft, but Dean lifted just in time, leaving him clutching at air.
Dean grabbed his wrist, "One second, need to get your jeans off."
Sam kicked at the material ensnaring his ankles. Dean pulled off his boxers and jeans and tossed the articles of clothing behind him. He peered down at Sam's gorgeously fit body, at his long, pink cock and fat balls, nestled in a bundle of wiry black pubic hair. Sam's flesh was littered with goosebumps. His eyes were blown huge with lust, his cheeks flushed. The patch of orange and red scales was mind-blowingly striking with his skin color.
"You're so beautiful," Dean whispered, caressing his bare thigh. He leaned down and kissed his mating bite. His throbbing monster cock pressed against Sam's smaller human member. Sam moaned deliriously, clutching at his shoulders. Dean shifted back and thrusted forward, sliding his fat black cockhead against Sam's shaft. Sam quivered underneath him.
"Want you inside me," Sam groaned, finding Dean's throat and sucking deep blotches into his skin. All Sam could think about was how close Dean's cock was to his gushing, aching entrance. How much he needed to be bred. Why wasn't Dean shoving him onto his belly and plunging inside of him? Why was Dean prolonging the moment?
Dean squeezed his eyes shut, tingles racing up and down his spine with each delicious drag of Sam's mouth. He forced himself to open his eyes. Sam's legs were spread, his cock and balls hot against his own cock, and Sam was sucking on his throat like his life depended on it, but Dean couldn't help but think that Sam really didn't want this. Sam's drastic mood change was due to the claiming bite marking his throat and shoulder, not anything Dean had done.
"Sam, I don't know if-"
"Inside me," Sam whimpered, nipping underneath Dean's chin, clawing at his back.
"I don't know if you're in your right mind to consent to that sort of thing."
"No," Sam shook his head. "Want you. I want you so bad I can't breathe."
"Well, damn. That's dramatic." Dean said, giving a slow thrust.
"Fuck me," Sam responded, thrusting up and meeting Dean's grind. Their cocks slipped against each other, exchanging so much pre-ejaculation fluid that the cum mixed together, wet and musky.
It would be so easy, Dean thought. So easy to give in and have Sam. When Sam got out of whatever sex crazed phase the bite had subjected him to, Dean could beg for his forgiveness. Or place the blame on Sam himself. After all, Sam had said he wanted it, several times.
But Dean couldn't do that. Sam wasn't some fuck toy.
Dean drew away, fisting the bedspread. Sam let out a sharp grunt of frustration when Dean pulled his cock away, shimming back on the mattress. Dean seized his legs and made him spread eagle. Sam pulled at the back of his knees, keeping himself open. Dean's eyes were set on his privates. Dean's clawed fingers found his aching balls and he gently pulled them up, revealing his pucker completely. Yes, Sam thought deliriously. He licked his lips, fighting the urge to fuck himself on Dean's fingers.
But Dean didn't look happy. His brow furrowed, his lips becoming a tense, white line. He reached for his entrance with his finger but, remembering its damaging accessory, clenched his fist. He nudged the blunt edge of a knuckle against his entrance. Dean pulled his hand away, gazing at the sticky, wet fluid dripping from his finger.
"You're wet down here." Dean appeared visibly confused. His tongue darted out. Sweetness scorched his tastebuds like honey. Sam shivered, watching Dean experiment with his slick. Was his mate teasing him? Or perhaps tasting him before he dived in? Either way, arousal exploded in Sam's belly. It was the hottest thing he'd ever seen. He dropped his legs and grappled with Dean's member, trying to guide it to his hole.
But Dean gently pushed him back, pinning his wrists on either side of his head. Sam wrapped his legs around his waist, tilting his hips down and trying to slip Dean's massive cock from its perch on his own, to inside him.
"No," Dean said firmly. "I won't do that to you. You're not in the right state of mind to consent, dude. Once you calm down, we'll talk."
"No!" Sam shouted, trying to get up. "You fuck me!"
A mix of emotion crossed Dean's face, but eventually landed on determination and sympathy.
"Shhh, it's okay. It's okay. I'm gonna pleasure you, baby. Here." Dean released his wrists and slithered down his body, hot breath poised over his erect cock and plump balls. Sam peered down at him, curious about his mate's intentions. Dean's face was inches away from his fat, wet head. Dean grabbed the base of his cock and dived down on his member. Sam gasped as a tight, wet heat encapsulate his dick. Using his Naga powers to his advantage, Dean swallowed all of him. His cock went halfway down Dean's throat, creating a distinct bulge for a second, before Dean rose all the way to the head. Dean's fingers found Sam's ball sack. He fumbled with his nuts as he sucked and smacked his cock down, drowning in the rising moan building in his brother's throat.
Sam tasted like nothing Dean had ever tasted before. He was salty and sweet, musky and divine. Dean could feel each thrumming pulse of his pounding heartbeat through the veins wrapped around his shaft. His cock hit the back of his throat with every swallow. He'd sucked on Sam's member before he'd been turned into a Naga, but he could never deep throat him without choking. Now, Sam was easy to get down. The best part wasn't Sam's taste or his scent, but the noises barreling from his vocal cords. Dean squeezed his balls, tugging at his silky soft sack. Gulg, gulg, gulg.
Dean grabbed his own dick, jerking himself off. With each slam down of his wet shaft in the palm of his hand, Sam's cock hit the back of his throat. He set up a delicious rhythm.
Sam fisted the back of Dean's head, his fingers grasping blindly for his short strands. Pleasure was building, licking at his spine with increasingly hard strokes. He was growing hotter. Hotter. Hotter. He was close to the edge. Everything was growing whiter, whiter, whiter. Sam shouted. An explosion of white-hot pleasure ripped through his body. He switched. He shook. His load shot down Dean's throat. Dean moaned, drinking him greedily. Sam's back arched off the bed. Twitches overtook his thighs. He slammed back onto the bed.
Dean reached climax, jizz shooting out from the head, coating the blanket in glossy white stripes. He jerked his hand away, but semen continued to shoot out of him. Eventually, he stopped ejaculating. After a few seconds, Dean's cock zipped back into his slit.
Dean popped off his cock. Sam's eyes fluttered shut. His face was flushed, his lips full and pink. He sighed contently. Dean caressed Sam's stomach. Something suddenly changed in Sam's demeanor. His eyes fluttered open. Like a man waking for a dream, he glanced down at himself. His jaw dropped open, his expression twisting into one of horror. He scrambled up and away.
"Sammy, you with me?" Dean said, watching the drastic shift. Sam seemed to have snapped out of whatever sex crazed phase the bite had given him.
"Uh, yeah." Sam rubbed the back of his neck. His face was beet red. He adverted his eyes. "Yeah."
