Chapter 1: Kiss with a Fist
Sam glared at the laptop screen. "Great," he muttered out loud, realizing Dean had been surfing on his laptop again. Sam began to grudgingly and meticulously click out of all the virus infected pop-ups that riddled his screen. The pop-ups were sleazy, over the top advertisements wanting him to pay for cars, clothes, or music using whatever Visa or MasterCard he happened to have on hand. He rolled his eyes, trying to resolve the technical problem Dean had caused on his laptop.
Another pop-up sprang up on his computer screen. This one took the cake, Sam thought bitterly as he groaned in disgusted frustration. The ad was on man love. Two, really buff, half naked men were caressing each other in sexually pleasing ways and moaning loudly. The ad wanted him to revisit the site and buy a video. Great, now he knew Dean had visited this site! Sam frowned at the screen.
Ever since Cas and Dean hooked up a while ago, Sam had to deal not only with their frequent visits away together but also their lovey-da attitude when they were in front of Sam. Most of the time Dean kept his emotions in check, except with Cas. Cas, their feathery winged friend had captured Dean's heart and apparently, from what Sam read on the advertisement, his man love.
"That's a vague description for a dick…" Sam said, reading the ad more closely then he intended.
The two men began rubbing together, their slick, oiled bodies sliding off each other. One of the men was panting and biting on his lower lip, moaning in obvious arousal. Sam would've clicked out of this in a heartbeat, yet… his eyes were glued to it.
He felt a stirring sensation in the pit of his gut and the tight tingling begin around his crotch. The men repeated the same movements over and over. It was after all a cheap and cheesy ad on porn with no actual porn in it except for these two meat-heads grinding against each other. However, Sam was getting turned on anyway. He clenched his jaw, resisting the sudden flare of desire awakening to life in his body. He did not want to be sexually aroused by two men going at it! What the hell?
One of the men had messy blond hair and a sly smile on his face while he tauntingly rubbed himself against the other man, who looked desperate and wanton. There was something about this well-toned, finely muscled man that caught Sam's eye. It reminded him of someone else. Someone, who until now, had only just annoyed him to no end. Or showed up to whenever the proverbial shit was about to hit the fan.
His stomach fluttered as he brought the image of the man forward in his mind, the man who always teased him with that coy smile and those brilliant blue eyes. Surprised, Sam let the feelings wash over him and the sensation of his arousal take control, as Balthazar's face taunted him in his mind.
He had never thought of Balthazar as a sexual being before. He was too much of a self-assured, cocky, arrogant asshole for Sam to actually like him. Yet, Sam couldn't deny that he felt an irresistible pull to Balthazar whenever he appeared. There was something about the way he looked at Sam, with those sky blue eyes that always knocked him off balance.
It had been a while since Sam masturbated. Yet, at the moment, with his thoughts beginning to focus on the blue-eyed angel named Balthazar, the need to release seemed critical.
Sam felt his body began to tense and the excitement unfurl in his belly. His arousal pressed against the fly of his jeans, straining between his legs. He slowly parted his thighs, trying to relax himself in the chair. The moaning men seemed deafening as he slid his hand over the bulge in his jeans. Images of Balthazar teased him. Sam didn't want to think about what it meant to masturbate to the image of Balthazar- it didn't matter. All that was important was the overwhelming need to release.
Skin hot to the touch, Sam felt his whole body begin writhing as he touched his erection through his jeans. He sighed, eyes slowly closing, head leaning far back against the chair. He forgot how much he enjoyed this, he realized, relishing in the feel of his own hand.
Suddenly a loud flapping of wings echoed in the room and Sam instinctively froze. He expected to see Cas in the doorway, seeing as how he was the only angel who knew their location. Except it wasn't Cas. Sam flushed a beat red as he locked eyes with the very blue-eyed angel he'd been fantasizing about.
Balthazar had a ready smile on his face to greet Sam, but it wavered when their eyes locked.
The angel was about to say something but he must have seen something on Sam's face to make him pause and look suspiciously at him. Sam's heart lurched in his throat as Balthazar suddenly disappeared and abruptly reappeared behind his shoulder, looking at his laptop screen. Without thinking, Sam slammed his laptop screen shut.
Balthazar didn't hide the fact that he wanted to see what Sam had been watching as he stood closely to his chair, peeking over his shoulder. "Bad time, Sam?" He mocked.
"No!" Sam replied quickly as he immediately leapt to his feet, taking the laptop with him and to the opposite end of the room.
The angel had just popped in on a very private and very embarrassing moment for Sam. Not to mention that he had been thinking about that same angel while about to masturbate.
"Really?" Balthazar asked, unconvinced. He eyeballed the suspicious laptop under Sam's arm. "Are you sure? I can come back in…" he glanced at his wristwatch, "say bout' 5 minutes? Let you finish up?"
Sam froze, immobile to Balthazar's sly, knowing smile. Damnit, Sam thought, getting redder by the second. The bastard knew he had been sexually aroused.
It didn't help that Balthazar looked down right editable. He wore tight black jeans, with a navy blue suit jacket and grey v-neck shirt beneath. He wore the outfit like some heavy metal rockstar. Balthazar had the confidence of a rockstar too, with that same alluring magnetism that could pull anyone in with just a glance. Add to the fact that the angel picked a sinfully handsome vessel, with short blond hair, well-toned, tall, muscular form and pale blue eyes that dazzled in the sunlight. Now, with the incredibly sexy angel before him, it was hard for Sam to stop staring.
Sam cleared his throat, hoping the shock to his system with Balthazar suddenly appearing would scare away the wood still pressing against his jeans. "What do you want, Balthazar?" He asked angrily, annoyed that he let Balthazar tease him.
Balthazar shrugged indifferently, "Oh nothing much. Just your help."
Sam stared at him, unblinking. "You've never asked for help."
"What can I say- I'm desperate." Balthazar casually walked the interior of the motel room, glancing around. "Where's your idiot brother?"
Sam clenched his teeth, "Not here."
"Obviously," Balthazar commented. He stared at Sam, but when he didn't elaborate, Balthazar threw up his hands in frustration. "My, my… aren't we grouchy today? Anyway- it doesn't matter. I only need one of you."
Sam felt relieved when his erection began to slack. Able to think clearly now, Sam set his laptop down and crossed his arms over his chest, and stared Balthazar down. "What do you need me for, Balthazar?"
Balthazar shrugged again, this time walking towards Sam. "Oh, nothing too important. Just a little breaking and entering."
"Do it yourself."
"Unfortunately I can't." Balthazar paused for dramatics, "There are these anti-angel symbols all over the place. Pesky things. I can't seem to get around them. That's when I thought of you." Balthazar stood directly in front of Sam now. "I need a human…" he trailed off, his cool gaze turning hot as he traveled the length of Sam's body, straying on his crotch far longer than the rest of him. When his gaze finally returned to Sam's eyes, the sexuality between them burned hot. "And you fit that description perfectly," Balthazar finished, his eyes focused on Sam's lips.
Sam gulped, feeling the stirring in the pit of his stomach again. The sexual tension in the room was palpable. All Balthazar had to do was look at him and he felt like some raunchy teenager! He felt disgusted with himself for the lack of control.
"I'm not helping you," Sam snapped, taking a step back and out of reach from the angel, knowing he could easily teleport them with a simple touch. Or melt away all his self-control with a just a touch. Damnit, he thought, he needed to focus and stop thinking about sex!
"Why not? I think it's a reasonable request," the angel asked.
"What?" Sam asked astonished, "Last I checked you're still a dick- why would I want to help you?"
"I saved you from Virgil- if you recall. The least you could do is help a fellow colleague out."
"Seriously? You think you saved us from Virgil?" Sam glared in open hostility, "You were the one who tricked him into chasing us!"
"Right- but I made it more difficult for him to kill you in an alternate universe." Balthazar reasoned.
Sam felt like he was arguing with a brick wall. "We're done with this conversation." He turned away from the handsome, arrogant angel. "Go away, Balthazar. You're not wanted here."
"Fine…" Balthazar said, trying to remain calm, "How about a deal then?"
Sam plopped down on the edge of the bed. "What do you have that I could possibly want?"
Balthazar went to Sam then with intent determination on his face. "How about revenge…?"
Sam stared at him, "On what?"
Balthazar smiled gleefully, "More like who."
Sam paused, unable to think of anyone off the top of his head that he wanted revenge on, except maybe Raphael, just because he was trying to destroy the world. But other than that, Sam couldn't really think of anyone.
Balthazar sighed in frustration when Sam didn't immediately answer. "How about the two men who shot you a year ago? The ones that sent you flying off to Heaven?"
Sam stilled, remembering that terrible day. He and Dean had been shot by two other hunters, who had wanted revenge on them for starting the apocalypse and letting Lucifer out of Hell. Dean and Sam ended up finding a lot out about themselves and Heaven when they went upstairs. But when they came back to life, their bodies magically healed with no shotgun blast riddling their chests, they couldn't find the men that had killed them.
Dean was livid for weeks about it. Sam was angry too, but knew it would be useless trying to hunt down those hunters. When hunters, good ones, wanted to hide, they went underground and the Winchesters knew they wouldn't be able to find them anytime soon.
Yet Balthazar was handing them over on a silver platter. Except Sam was hesitate to accept anything from an angel he didn't trust.
"How'd you find them?" he asked suspiciously.
"I'm an angel." Balthazar stated drily, "They can't run far enough or fast enough to escape me, Sam."
Sam titled his head to the side, wondering what these two had on Balthazar to make him desperate enough to ask for help. "Why would you want to find those two?"
It was Balthazar's turn to shift uncomfortably. "They have something of mine."
Sam's eyebrows lifted in surprise, "Seriously? Those two?"
"Yeah, I know." Balthazar cringed, "These bloody idiots stole something from me and locked it away in a storage facility in Nevada."
"What is it?" Sam asked, genuinely curious what two hunters would steal from an angel.
"A stone- it's quite powerful and can kill almost anything. I had it on my persons for a while. It seemed like a convenient weapon to have if I didn't want to get my hands dirty."
Sam cocked an eyebrow. Balthazar was a warrior of God yet he sounded more like a pansy at the moment. "So they stole the rock off you?"
Balthazar nodded grudgingly. "Yes, the scoundrels."
"How did they even know you had something like that?"
"That's neither here nor there, Sammy. I need the stone. And you're going to help me get it back." Balthazar said with a wave of his hand.
Sam continued to frown at him, unsure if he wanted to go with Balthazar. Sure, Sam wanted payback on those two knuckleheads that killed him. And Sam still had a bitter taste of vengeance in his mouth. He wanted justice for what they did to him and his brother. Yet, the idea of spending any more time with Balthazar than he already had, felt dangerous.
"If I help you- you'll give me their location?" Sam asked, uncertain if he wanted to trust Balthazar.
The angel nodded, his blue eyes flared. "I'm an angel of my word. I'll tell you where to find them." He paused, a small smile forming on his lips. "I might even join you in the ass-whopping."
Sam wanted to laugh Balthazar's expression, but resisted.
"All right, Balthazar you have a deal." Sam reached out his hand, ready to get teleported to wherever and get this over with as soon as possible.
Balthazar titled his head to the side, eyes on Sam's hand, "actually I have a better idea." He smiled, licked his lips and reached for Sam with such speed that he barely had time to register what was happening when Balthazar's lips were pressed against his.
Shock was immediate, as Sam felt those soft, insistent lips capture his. Sam pulled away instinctively and sucker punched Balthazar across the jaw. He barely flinched, taking the hit easily. He pursed his lips at Sam, his eyes mischievous, angry and then fiery, sending a shiver of anticipation and fear down his spine.
Without a word, Balthazar captured his lips yet again, but this time when he kissed Sam, it was furiously hot. Sam knew he had to stop this, except he couldn't, and a strange need to continue kissing Balthazar overcame him.
No matter how hard Sam resisted or tried to break free, Balthazar did not release him, their bodies slamming together. He gripped the side of Sam's face, the other hand wrapping around his neck, using his angelic strength on keeping him pinned.
The kiss was ferocious and frantic. Sam's heart rate tripled, his knees trembled from the force of the kiss and the sudden arousal between his legs sprung back to life. He suddenly fought harder now, not wanting Balthazar to know how sexually aroused he was.
Sam managed to pull back for a breath, "What the hell, Balthazar?" He asked angrily, though his whole body was on fire with a hungry need to continue tasting him.
Balthazar smiled coyly, "A kiss with a fist is better than none, don't you think, darling?" he asked, his hand sliding down Sam's heavily muscled chest, over his stomach and to the erection now straining against his jeans.
Sam let out a gasp, his hips instinctively rotating forward to press against Balthazar's palm. All logic and thought vanished from Sam's brain. All he could do was feel and concentrate on the hand between his thighs.
Balthazar hummed in the back of his throat as he stroked and rubbed the length of Sam's shaft through his denim jeans. His hungry gaze focused on Sam's parted lips until finally moving to take his lips again. Balthazar touched up and down Sam's erection, while pressing himself against him.
Sam let out a wanton moan, excited by the feel of Balthazar's lean body pressed hotly against his own. He took hold of Balthazar, instinctively pushing himself harder into him, needing to touch, needing to taste all of him. They kissed wildly, teeth clashing, tongues dancing in urgency. Sam clung to his shoulder and wrapped a strong arm around Balthazar's waist, hurling them together, desperately frantic. Their hips grinding and humping against each other.
How could they possibly have spent the last few minutes talking when all Balthazar and Sam had wanted to do the whole time was this? Sam thought, sucking Balthazar's delicious tongue.
Balthazar leaned into Sam, pulling back to nibble on his earlobe. "Sam, darling…" He whispered. His voice edgy with the same blinding desire Sam currently felt bulging in his pants. "If I had the time… I would gladly devour every inch of you." Balthazar bit his lower lip and suddenly bucked his hips forward roughly, grinding his full, towering erection into him.
Sam grunted, fingers digging into the muscle of Balthazar's shoulder, the pressure and tension surrounding his cock becoming unbearable.
"Unfortunately, our window of opportunity to retrieve my stone- is closing," he huffed out anxiously as he kissed Sam one last time.
The kiss was brutal on Sam's senses. Already overwhelmed, Balthazar tugged hard one final time on his throbbing cock and sucked teasingly on his lower lip, almost making Sam burst.
Balthazar broke away, his blue eyes blazing with the same overwhelming passion mirrored in Sam's eyes. He felt weak and disorientated. Sam couldn't recall ever experiencing a kiss that powerful before in his life.
Yet when his eyes locked onto the magnificently attractive Balthazar, Sam was hit with a different feeling all together- a panicked regret. Oh my God! He had just made out like some inexperienced teenage girl with Balthazar, he realized. Sam felt the shame and embarrassment dominate any remaining feelings of arousal he might have had left.
What the hell was he thinking, letting Balthazar just take control like that? He must have temporarily lost his mind because never before had he let anyone sexually trap him like that. But Balthazar out maneuvered him and overpowered him with his angelic abilities. After that, Sam had just let it happen. He must be desperate if he wanted sexual attention from a bastard like Balthazar, he rationalized.
Damnit, he cursed at himself, this was not what he wanted. Right..? Sam paused, uncertain, annoyed and suddenly angrier than a caged lion.
Balthazar watched the play of emotions over Sam's face in amusement. "I promise to finish you off when we finish the job. But until then…" he reached out and touched Sam's wrist.
A since of falling instantly struck Sam as he was teleported out of his motel room and was sent spinning into the cosmos's in the arms of an angel.
TBC
**My first official Sam/Balthazar slash storyline! I hope ur intrigued & interested enough in the characters to give the pairing a shot! Plz comment & review! Thanks! ;)