I love you, too.
Sam's voice, his breath, his lips, his warmth. It was almost too much for Dean to handle. Dean had never felt so wholly attached to Sam, so deliciously conjoined. Dean's thrusts stopped abruptly. Love. Sam had admitted he loved him. Dean's chest bloomed with blind, overwhelming devotion. Of course Sam loved him. But when was the last time the youngest Winchester actually admitted it? Dean could taste Sam's love-his mate, his lover, his everything-like a heady musk on his tongue.
Sam's muscles relaxed underneath him. Sam delicately traced the edge of his jaw with one languid finger.
"You what? Love me?" Dean smirked and nuzzled his forehead against Sam's. Sam's nose wrinkled. He groaned deep in his throat as Dean's giant member twitched inside him. Somehow Dean was still squirting up inside the tight dark of his body. How could he still be cumming? Did Dean even realize his cock was still leaking seed?
Dean's face clouded, "Am I hurting you?"
"No," Sam breathed. "Feels good."
Dean's eyes traced over his brother's face. A sheen of sweat was on his brow and his face was flushed a deep, sensual pink. Dean couldn't help but feel the pride blossom in his chest. He'd never seen Sam look so totally, undeniably fucked.
"Don't...don't overthink it," Sam rasped, carting his fingers through Dean's short locks.
"Me? Overthink it," Dean sighed. "I ain't the Brainiac, remember?"
"Yeah," Sam sighed. And it sounded like all the deep reserves in his body were compressing all at once. He could feel Dean's plump cockhead finally shutter within him, going dry. "I remember."
"Bitch." Dean said, no heat to the familiar tease.
"Jerk," Sam replied, pushing up on his elbows, jarring Dean inside him. Dean shuttered as he felt his cock retracting from the perfect, scrumptious warmth of Sam's body. Sam moaned, his head lolling back. Dean's length brushed against that sensitive nub inside him again. Even as Dean's member snaked out of him, Sam ached to shove it back in again. Dean's snake dick slurped back inside him slit. Sam's eyes fluttered closed. He felt so tired. So sore, but so damned blissful.
Something sticky and wet leaked from his clenching hole. He felt Dean's arms around him, tenderly rolling him onto his side. Before he knew it, Dean was spooning him, his gigantic Naga body pressed against his human back. Sam felt so small and vulnerable in Dean's arms but, at the same time, inexplicitly treasured and protected. Through his post-fuck haze Sam let himself be swallowed up by the feeling of protection and banished any fears of the predatory creature that wore his brother's face. He was past that, wasn't he? He was past being afraid.
"Sleep, baby," Dean hissed into his ear, kissing the skin below. Sam's relaxed in his arms, eyes fluttering shut. Sleep took him gently.
Sam lay on the bed, propped up on a bundle of pillows. Dean slithered from the darkness, eyes flashing a brilliant green. It was like looking into a forest, those eyes. Deep and bright and earthly. Dean's massive form rose up from the black only to gracefully dive back down until he was at the side of Sam's bed. Dean held something in his hand. Lotion. A bottle of lotion. He gave Sam a sympathetic glance, his eyes crinkled with concern.
"You okay?" Dean asked. "Tell me if I can do anything to help."
"I'm fine. You're doing everything I need," Sam shifted uncomfortably in bed. An unseen weight pressed against him. Heavy and overwhelming. Like the weight of the world. "I'll tell you if I need anything."
Dean popped open the bottle of lotion and it made a loud clack! in the still silence of the sewer. Dean reached down and pulled at the edge of Sam's shirt, "I know. I just hate to see you in pain, Sammy. It's killing me."
Sam shook his head sharply, "I told you. They're not hurting me. It's just a little..." Sam glanced down. "Uncomfortable sometimes."
Sam shimmied down the bed and his shirt folded higher on his abdomen. His distinctly plump, pregnant abdomen. Dean squirted the creamy white lotion onto his hand, staring at Sam's belly. His claws scrapped upon the surface as he rubbed the balm onto his stretch marks. Sam shivered. Dean's eyes quickly became half-lidden and intense. Sam looked at his brother's face. Dean's palm rubbed near the bottom, cupping underneath.
Even though he was heavy with Dean's predatory offspring, Sam couldn't mistake Dean's heated gaze. Although Dean had not admitted it yet, Sam knew that his brother secretly relished in his pregnancy. Sam wasn't sure if it was Dean's Naga instincts to mate, to celebrate the fact he'd successfully implanted his seed into a fertile body, or Dean's unflinching love and devotion to him from the start that caused Sam's heart to speed up, but Sam expected the latter. Dean had succeeded in not only fulfilling his new body's innate instinct to procreate, but in some twisted way Dean had finally gotten what he wanted: Sam's inability to leave him.
Even if Sam did have the sheer determination and willed himself to ignore the influence of the mating bite, he wouldn't get far. He'd became slow and clumsy with his pregnancy. Plus, his ankles were swollen. His back hurt. He had to pee every twenty minutes. The babies-and Sam was most certainly sure there was more than one inside him-made him famished almost constantly. The unborn babies weren't content with any rabbit food, either. They craved meat. Raw and bloody.
Dean leaned down and pressed a kiss to his belly, humming lightly. His fingers rubbed against the quick flutter inside Sam.
Sam's eyes snapped open and he gasped as if the air had been knocked back into him. He shot up in bed. The first thing he tasted was blood. It trickled down his lips, down his chin, dotting the sheets. The second sensation was his head. It felt like someone had bashed it in with a baseball bat. He clutched at his overgrown strands.
"Sammy?" Dean's panicked voice hissed in his ear. Sam shook his head as if saying no, no, no.
Hands clutched at his shoulders. Dean's breath licked at his face. "Sam, talk to me. What's wrong?"
"Vision," Sam gasped, horror staining his voice.
"What was it? What did you see?"
Sam closed his eyes shut, his tongue heavy and swollen in his mouth. "I was.."
No...no. It couldn't be possible. In what world, in what reality, could a monster knock up a human male?
"What?" Dean grasped Sam's pale face. "What did you see?"
Sam swallowed thickly, meeting Dean's eyes, "I was pregnant."
