Craving

He heard the growl get louder, saw Trevor lunge toward him and Sam was ready for it. Die hunting... it was a good way to die. But then, suddenly, Sam felt.... nothing.

The wolf was gone.

Dean launched himself at the large wolf, the collision of their bodies sounding like thunder. He hadn't had to search at all, the scent of Sam's sweet blood had been that strong. "Fucker... bastard," he shouted, closing his fist and repeatedly slamming it into the head of the wolf he had in a choke hold. "You killed him, you fucking killed him."

They rolled on the ground, the wolf's claws ripping into him, but Dean didn't care. His reason for living was gone. It was his own fault, he'd been stupid, he'd tried to be sneaky, he hadn't told the one person he should have the whole truth... the plan, and now, just like Romeo, Sam had been the victim of the plan.

They clashed against a tree, splitting it into two. Dean wouldn't release the wolf, not for anything. He had one last thing to do before he played Juliet and the curtains came down. He was going to kill Trevor, with his bare hands. And he didn't fucking care that the wolf was howling and would bring others like itself... that would be the perfect end.

The Cullens arrived, surrounding them. Dr. Cullen dropped down next to Sam and started taking his vitals. "Jasper, go back," he shouted, "the rest of you, handle the wolf."

Of all of them, he was the only one that had gotten completely used to the scent of blood, and he wanted to spare them from having to fight it or succumbing to it, especially with the boy Dean had fallen for.

Broken leg. Punctured lungs, he could tell from the wet breaths Sam was barely drawing. Cut artery. The latter was why there was so much blood. "Dean. Dean!" he shouted, "Sam needs you, now." He started to tie a cord around Sam's arm to stop the blood from flowing out, but it was already too late. "Can you hear me? Sam?"

Sam watched Dr. Cullen kneel beside him, though he was like the reflection in a fogged mirror. Hazel eyes followed his movements, until they grew too heavy to stay open, blackness had been tugging at the edges of his vision for a while now. Slowly Sam's eyes drifted closed, his chest stopped its rise and fall.

"Sam?" He pulled Sam's eye lid open and looked at his pupil. "Sam," he lowered his head and started CPR, breathing for Sam and pressing on his chest, wet with blood. He felt Dean come up behind them, then saw as his son dropped down next to them.

"Sam... don't leave me," Dean begged, his voice thick and husky. "Please baby, don't leave me," he lifted Sam's head and shoulders off the ground while his father worked on him. "Don't let him die... please... don't..."

Wasn't it sick? Wasn't it appalling that his lover was dying, and still Dean was the equivalent of turned on by the scent of his blood. The wolf wasn't the only monster among them. He was fighting his instincts damned hard as he pleaded for Sam to hear him.

Carlisle pulled up though he kept compressing Sam's chest. "There's nothing I can do Dean..."

"NO, don't stop, don't you quit on him," Dean snarled, holding Sam closer and fiercely staring at his father.

"He's lost too much blood, his heart has given up. He's only human." Carlisle got up. "Turn him, or say goodbye."

"Dad... no..." Dean started to compress Sam's chest, "please ... Carlisle..." tears streamed down his face, but his father walked away to deal with not only Trevor, but a pack of wolves, and the elders from Res.

"Sam, don't go, don't leave me," desperately he pumped, the forced heartbeats giving him hope, even when deep down he knew Carlisle was right. “Please… please breathe… please don’t die…” he kept the pressing down as Sam’s life drained out of him.

No.

Shaking violently, he lifted Sam's already injured hand to his mouth. One lick and he was being dragged into a state of bloodlust. He tore the rubber medical cord off Sam's arm and started to drink in earnest.

Holy fuck, sweet, tangy, spicy... he tasted of innocence and anger and of tears, and as Dean drank, he cried. Cried because he didn't know if he could stop. Cried because he shouldn't be here needing and enjoying this when his love lay dying. Cried because he didn't know if Sam even wanted this, really wanted this. He'd read Rosalie's mind, knew she was thinking how much she hated the one who turned her. What if Sam... Then he felt a hand on his shoulder, and Carlisle's voice whispering, "enough... give back now."

Give back. There was maniacal laughter echoing in Dean's head. Like he could stop. Like he didn't want to drain Sam dry... like he didn't need his blood the way humans needed to breathe. The hand squeezed his shoulder again. A thought broke through the red haze of lust... he neededSam like humans needed to breathe.

Tearing his mouth away with a pained groan, he used his fingernail to cut across his inner arm, and aligned his dripping blood over Sam's mouth. Just like his demon.

Pressing his arm down, he whispered in Sam's ear. "Drink... take what you need... live. Do it Sam. Do it."

* * *

Sam frowned at the burning sensation on the inside of his body. His head rolled slightly, as a small pained sound left him. His tongue darted out to lick his lips. Slowly, dark lashes fluttered and opened, revealing golden hazel eyes. Sam blinked, confused. Slowly looking up into green/gold eyes.

"You," Sam groaned in pain, pawed at the blanket to get uncovered as he glanced down, then back up at Dean, "You came back?"

Hearing the first words out of Sam's mouth in three days, Dean could barely speak. He was sure something had gone wrong. Every one of them had been in horrifying pain for days during the change, but Sam hadn't screamed, hadn't fought, and hadn't cried out. At times, he'd been restless, but that was all.

After bringing him to their cabin in the mountains, Dean had called Carlisle at least twenty times, but his father had no answers and said all they could do was wait. Now the wait was over.

"I could say the same about you," Dean answered, feeling Sam's forehead. It was all wrong. Sam felt warm, not cold.

Sam frowned thoughtfully, "What happened? And why am I so hot? Do I have a fever?"

"Good questions, I've got zip." Dean had no clue where to start or what to say. All he knew was that Sam wasn't in a coma anymore, and that there was hope. He'd been so afraid that either he wouldn't come out of it, or he'd come out wrong, just like Trevor had been wrong in the head. "You don't remember... anything?"

Sam frowned thoughtfully, licked his lips, "I remember you standing me up.... again. Leaving me." Sam sighed , "I remember Trevor calling me, telling me he could find you, asking me to come to the Res. Agreeing. I remember going..." he frowned harder, "I remember we fought a little, Kim came out, she was crying and asked me not to kill her brother." He shook his head, "I couldn't do it, not in front of her like that. I lowered my gun and walked away. I... I was tackled..." he frowned, blinking. "I think I was torn up pretty bad, but I don't remember. I know I couldn’t move, and Trevor was pacing around me... I told him to kill me. I thought he did. Which is why I don’t understand how I’m here.”

"He almost did." Without thinking, Dean held Sam closer. "You told him what?" When the words registered, Dean pulled back to look at Sam. "Why?"

Sam pulled away from Dean, jaw clenched, "I was hunting, it was a good way to die. He started it, I told him to finish it. Not that it's any of your business anymore. You left, remember? You ended this."

Dean ran a hand over his face. "Should have known you'd still be pissed." Wrong thing to say when what he really needed to do was explain what happened, what he'd done. "It's complicated. I need you to listen..."

Sam huffed, "Still be pissed!? Damn right I'm still pissed! You friggin stand me up AGAIN, you leave me, end it, and don't even have the guts to TELL ME!?!? I have to hear it from your father!?! Listen!? You want me to listen!? Oh now you want to talk...." he huffed again, crossing his arms over his chest and grimacing as he did, "Fine, talk."

Dean swung his legs off the bed, got up and walked across the room to lean against the large mantle. "I didn't mean about that, but we can back track to that if you want, after." This was all wrong, Sam still smelled human to him. His blood still sang to him, not just in the way a lover's blood might to any vampire, but in the sense of it causing blood lust. It made it hard for him to think.

He kicked the bear rug at his feet, folding its edge over. "I am sorry," he met Sam's eyes, flinching at the hardness he saw there. "For everything. Including some things you don't know about." He gripped the edge of the mantle. "I couldn't let you die, Sam. I couldn't watch you run out breath, couldn't listen to your heart stop... I couldn't do it."

Sam narrowed his eyes at Dean, "So... just what are you saying Dean? That you changed me...made me a vampire now that you don't want me anymore, but back when I was at least delusional enough to think maybe you did, you wouldn't do it!?" Sam huffed, "That's got to be the biggest load of crap I've ever heard," he spat, kicking off the blanket, only to snatch it back again. "And why I am I always naked and you're always dressed!?"

"You're an exhibitionist?" Dean's jaw tightened, despite the crack. "Yeah Sam, that's exactly what I'm telling you."

Sam glared at him, slowly sat up in the bed, grimacing again as he did, but too pissed to care that he was sore, and swung his legs over the side of the bed. "Should have let me die, Dean. I was perfectly fine with it. This..." Sam shook his head, "I'm not." He pulled to his feet, swearing under his breath as he grimaced. "I'm getting dressed...in something then I'll be out of your hair."

Dean didn't know whether Sam actually believed him and was in shock or denial, or whether he thought he was lying and was playing along. "Your clothes are in that drawer. Sam, do you understand what I'm saying here? You're one of us now." He pushed away from the fireplace and reached Sam, aching to hold him, wanting to so bad... but knowing Sam felt like he'd lost that right. "You can't just leave. You'll need help learning. It's best if you don't taste human blood at all, but alone... you won't be able to resist."

Sam went to the drawer and was pulling out his clothes. He stopped and looked at Dean, holding the blanket around his waist with one hand and glaring. "Dean, I'm a hunter, I know, you think I suck at it, but then, I guess there isn't a hell of a lot you don't think I suck at, but I think I got a pretty good idea of the rules. And don't worry, if I step outta line I know a good thousand or so hunters that would just love to kill me, so..." Sam set his clothes on the bed and looked back at Dean, "Problem solved." he looked back at his clothes and shook his head, "Cause I sure as hell am NOT staying anywhere around you. You made it clear you don't want me, and my name isn't Stacy!"

In a few strides, Dean closed the space between them and put his arms around Sam, holding him from behind. "Since the day I first saw you, there wasn't a day, not a single day when I didn't want you. Not the day I stood you up, not the week of hell I had trying to keep away from you, and not now. Please... please, Sam believe me." He brushed his mouth over that stubborn jaw of his.

Sam stiffened at the feel of Dean's arms around him. He held perfectly still as Dean spoke, back ridgid. Feeling Dean's mouth at his jaw, Sam's heart ached. "I can't," he swallowed, "I can't do this. If I give in, you'll just leave again... another day... further off, after you make me love you even more. Then what do I do, huh?" he shook his head, "No, I can't do this." He reached for his shirt.

"You don't even wanna know the reason." Dean bit his lip. "I got exactly what I wanted, isn't it ironic? I wanted you to hate me. It was fucking brilliant, setting it up so you'd get your heart broke again. How many of them told you they saw it coming?" he asked bitterly. "I knew they would. That it would build into anger. That it would help you put everything we had behind. I did too fucking good a job of it, didn't I?" His voice cracked as Sam refused to look at him and quietly dressed.

"Families don't kill each other. They protect each other. That's what you told me, Sam. That's why I did it. That's why I left."

Sam turned his head, frowning hard, "What!? Because I said..." he looked back, grabbed his socks and sat down on the edge of the bed. "That's a piss poor excuse Dean. Why not try 'the dog ate my home work' or 'I would have loved you but, I just, meh wasn't into it', " he huffed, "I think those make more sense." He shook his head, pulling on his last sock and looking around on the floor. "I need shoes and keys to my car. Wallet would be good too."

"I wasn't into it?" Dean's voice went dangerously low. "When was that, Sam? When was I not into you. God damnit, I know I hurt you. I know you might never want..." he crossed his arms, afraid of what he might do. "The only time, the one single time I've ever lied to you was when I said I'd meet you."

Sam sighed, looking up at him, "So, what about my saying that families don't kill each other, they protect each other made you leave? Was it some form of vampire fear of commitment? Cause you need to tell me now," he shrugged, "You know in case I ever find a guy who's heart I want to break."

"You are now." The words left Dean in a rush. He clenched his fists, still crossing his arms. "The day you phoned your father to help you with your werewolf problem, Alice saw the future. I killed him... your dad, I killed him in the future she saw. So what were my choices? Stay with you, kill your dad and lose you, or leave... lose you but at least you still had your family." He wiped his eyes. "I knew if I told you, you wouldn't let me go or you'd track me. I couldn't let you... I couldn't."
Sam smiled, but it was a humorless smile and it didn't reach his eyes, "Actually, I would have kept the two of you apart. I would have called him back and told him not to come. Not to ever come. I could have met him at some diner somewhere to tell him goodbye. But, I would have still had you... and him. Guess that goes to show how much faith you have in me." Sam held out his hand, "My keys."

"And he would just have said 'okay Sammy.' He wouldn't have gotten into his car and come here to see what the hell had his son under a spell or something. I don't even know the man Sam, but if he's anything like you, it would have made him get here faster." The stared at each other for a long moment. Dean finally had it. The tension, the worry, the heartbreak.

Grabbing Sam's shirt, he pulled him close, slanting his mouth over Sam's.

Sam looked down at Dean's hand on his shirt, then looked up, only to have Dean there, pressing his lips to his. What the...? Sam closed his mouth, pressed his hands against Dean, pushing him away. Was he deaf? Did he not hear this entire conversation?

Dean pressed his tongue harder along the seam of his mouth, moving his arms around his body and pulling him up hard against his frame. He might not remember everything else they shared, but he sure as hell would remember this.
Sam gasped softly as Dean pulled him tighter against him. He pushed back against Dean, but only half heartedly, letting Dean's tongue slip past his lips with a soft moan.

He tasted the same, felt the same... smelled exactly the same, to the point Dean was uncertain if Sam had even changed at all. Then it hit him, something he hadnt even realized, he had a heartbeat. Holy fuck, he had a heartbeat, which was just... not possible. Even as those confusing thoughts tumbled around in his mind, Dean felt Sam respond to him and that was all that was important right here, right now. He swept his tongue over Sam's, loving him, holding him so close he would probably complain about the lack of air if he were the type to complain. His hands moved possessively over Sam's back, his ass, groaning as their groins made contact and he grew hard. Fuck it, Sam had to know they were meant for each other, he just had to.

Sam moaned at the familiar feel of Dean kissing him, the way he tasted, the way he felt when he wrapped his arms around him. Sam's breaths were coming faster, through his nose as Dean's hands ran over his body. Slowly Sam raised his own arms, wrapping them around Dean, caressing his back, running downward, cupping his ass, then running up again.

Dean kissed him as fiercely as he groped him, mouths crushing together, no longer afraid to unleash his passion even though a few doubts remained. When he broke the kiss, he couldn't believe he was saying this, but the words came out anyway. "My keys and phone are over on the table, they're yours if you want them." He blinked back the tears. "Please don't walk away from me Sam... from this."

When Dean broke the kiss, Sam was nearly smiling, though he bit his lip holding it back. At Dean's words, his smile fell away completely. He was giving him his car and phone, wanted him to... Sam's heart ached again, so bad he nearly didn't hear what Dean said afterward.

He stared at Dean, unblinking for a few moments before the words registered with him. Sam slowly shook his head, "You can't do this to me again. If I stay, you have to promise me. Because no more chances, Dean. Promise me. No matter what Alice sees, no matter what you think... you stay. Family fights for family, Dean. Family comes first... You're my family."

Dean grabbed him again, this time one arm around Sam's neck as he hugged him tight. "I won't leave you Sam, no matter what. I'll fight for you, to keep you." He felt a familiar need building up inside him. His first instinct was to pull away, to keep Sam safe from him.

Sam held onto Dean as he started to pull away, frowning, "Dean? What is it? What's wrong?"

"The usual," his eyes darkened just a little. "I'm not sure about... you're different from any vampire, not sure it worked. I don't wanna hurt you... just got you back."

Sam smirked at him, "Dude, I think you managed to change me into a vampire. I think we're fine." Sam told him nodding as he ran his tongue over his teeth.

He pulled Dean back, closer to him, "Don't worry. I promise not to hurt you." Sam told him with a chuckle.

"Heh," Dean gave a half laugh, "let me see, open..." he fearlessly stuck his fingers into Sam's mouth and smiled at the razor sharp fangs that cut his finger. "Sonova... you are... I did... I mean we can..."
Sam gasped as the first drop of Dean's blood hit his tongue. His eyes darkened instantly and he closed his mouth around Dean's finger sucking hard, one hand rose to grip Dean's wrist so he wouldn't pull his hand away. Dark eyes stared into green/gold.

Dean hissed. The sensation of Sam's tongue and then his insistent sucking instantly sending heat through his system. Deliberately, he pressed his finger again against Sam's fangs, groaning at the heat in Sam's eyes. Just like when he came, just like when he was all fucked out on his bed. Dean's lips burned, his cock pulsed against his zipper. He moved closer, watching the way Sam's mouth moved around his finger. "Fuck Sam, so hot..."

Sam smiled around Dean's finger, not yet willing to give it back. Moaning as more blood flowed into his mouth. He stepped closer to Dean, releasing his wrist and wrapping both of his arms around him, running his hands down Dean's back, cupping his ass and bringing their groins together. A groan sounded from Sam's throat as they collided and Sam began to grind his hips. Between the taste of Dean's blood and the feel of his cock, Sam was hard and wanting more.

Not even in his wildest daydream had Dean imagined anything like this. As Sam sucked his finger off, he started to slide his finger in and out of the wet heat of Sam's mouth, the sight of his finger getting sheathed and pleasuring Sam was such a turn on. God, all he could think of was that he was finger banging Sam's mouth, and that was just wrong... but so fucking right. So right. They went on and on, both of them feverish and needy, lost in these heady all new sensations.

Sam pulled his hand from around Dean, leaving Dean's ass to tug on his shirt, wanting it off. Reaching up, he gripped Dean's wrist as he pulled his mouth back just a bit. "Naked. You this time. Now." he stuck Dean's finger back into his mouth.

"Wha..." he was so fascinated by having the blood sucked from his finger, and hardly able to think when they were rubbing against each other so desperately, Dean found it hard to concentrate and understand what Sam was saying. "Expect me to multi-task, now?" he groaned, forcing his mind to catch up and shrugging out of his shirt. He tried to pull his arm, but Sam wasn't giving his finger up for anything. Giving a pained laugh, Dean tore the shirt off. "Come back here," he tugged Sam close, needing to build up the friction between them again.

Sam pressed his free hand against Dean's chest and glanced down at Dean's jeans, then back up at him and smirked around his finger, running his tongue over the single digit as he looked at Dean, waiting.

"Sam?" He followed his gaze and swore up a storm. "You make a bossy vampire," he muttered, trying to get out of his pants using only one hand. Then Sam was stroking his tongue over the pad of his finger and holy fuck, Dean could barely think. He toed off his boots, and got his jean's off, then growled. "No more playing. Need you." Slapping Sam's ass, he brought their groins back together, moaning as he dragged himself over Sam's clearly visible shaft.

Sam groaned, eyes closing as his head started to tip back, only to stop when Dean's finger didn't follow. Keeping Dean's finger in his mouth, Sam lowered his head again, smirking around the digit as he brought a hand to the waist band of Dean's boxers and slightly tugged down one side, dark eyes gazing into Dean's, brow raised.
The corners of his mouth quirking up more, Sam slowly knelt in front of Dean, one hand holding Dean's wrist, bringing his hand down with him. He released Dean's wrist once he was on his knees and situated where he could keep Dean's finger between his lips.

Sam's hands went back to the waist band of Dean's boxers and slid them down as he looked up at Dean, letting the boxers pool to the floor. Slowly, Sam let Dean's finger slip from between his lips, running his tongue over Dean's digit one last time before looking down and wrapping his hand around Dean's cock. He leaned in, running his tongue along his length, then flicked his tongue across the head, dipping into the slit. He pulled his mouth back and looked up at Dean, before leaning in again, taking Dean deep into his mouth, moaning softly.

Dean had never been touched by anyone like this. Not even Sam had ever touched him without some sort of buffer preventing them from being skin to skin. Now Sam was working that mouth, that Dean lusted after every waking moment, over his cock, and it felt so damned good, he was gonna die from pleasure. His blood thrummed through his system, pounding at his temples. Sam's scent was in his nostrils, driving him crazy with need and this time he didn't have to pull away even as it affected him.

Putting both hands on Sam's broad shoulders, he looked down, groaning at the sight of his cock sliding and disappearing inside Sam's mouth. Weeks ago. Days ago, this was just a dream. They'd both hoped, but deep down known it was unlikely, and yet they'd made due... finding other ways to love each other. Those ways paled in comparison.

His head swimming from the intensity of the heat generated by Sam's mouth, Dean started to thrust. "Oh God Sam... fuck..." His teeth ached, his cock leaked, and he didn't want to disappoint his lover by breaking so fucking fast. No way... he had to hang on, he told himself, his fingers biting into Sam's shoulders so hard a human would have cried out in pain.

Feeling Dean's finger's gripping his shoulders, his tortured words, a warmth of excitement rushed through Sam. He pulled his head back ever so slightly, only to take Dean deeply once again. Wanting to make Dean feel good, he tried to remember what it was Dean had said he would do to him back when they could only just talk about it.

He moved his hands to Dean's lower back, running up as far as he could reach and down, cupping his ass pulling him closer, squeezing. His hands moved down to the backs of Dean's thighs, then back up to his ass again. Sam pulled his head back, letting Dean pull away from his lips, careful not to scrape him with his fangs.

Dean's cock fell from Sam's lips with an audible 'pop' as he looked up at Dean and licked his lips. "So, beautiful." Sam whispered before leaning in again, his breath against Dean's cock, as his tongue flicked out to tease the underside for a second before Sam's mouth went slightly lower, taking one of Dean's balls into his mouth, sucking softly as Sam's hands moved, one on Dean's lower back, one on his stomach, Sam held him there tightly, just like Dean had held him in his dream.

Sam's hot breaths fanning over his sensitive skin, and his tongue, pliant and darting, teasing his balls had Dean so wound up he might have pulled away if Sam hadn't had him trapped between his large hands. Every once in a while, the need to fuck would be so strong, he'd start to thrust against Sam's mouth... then fear of injuring Sam would shoot through him. He'd have to remind himself that Sam wasn't human, that it was okay, that even when he was mindlessly riding his mouth or trying... or if he went out of control and took his blood... nothing would happen. Sam could take it now.

He stood there, writhing, until he couldn't take it anymore. "Sam, baby please... get up... please," he begged, his soft plea at odds with the rough way he pulled Sam up to his feet. Dragging him close by his waistband, he started to undo Sam's jeans. "I want you in the shower. I want you to come in my mouth. I want to taste you... no stopping, no worrying, no fucking chair in the corner of the room... just you and me, doing what we want."

Sam's lips crushed Dean's even as his hands went to his own shirt, pulling it up, only pausing the kiss to pull the shirt over his head, dropping it onto the floor. He glanced down at his jeans Dean had unfastened, before crushing his mouth to Dean's once more, his own hands joining Dean's in pushing his jeans from his hips, boxers along with them, bending slightly to take them off, his mouth never leaving Dean's as their tongues tangled.

Toeing off his shoes, Sam stepped out of his jeans, his hands blindly removing his socks, tossing them away, so that he stood naked with Dean.

Sam's hands went to cup Dean's face as he broke the kiss, his hands moved downward, across Dean's shoulders, down his back, tugging him closer, as Sam panted out his breaths against Dean's lips, gaze locked on Dean's. He thrust his hips against Dean's, his arms wrapped around him, holding him tight, moaning softly, as he bit his lip, hissing in a breath and shaking his head slightly, "God, Dean... want you...so fucking bad." he whispered, huskily, before his mouth claimed Dean's once again, tongue pushing inside, caressing the interior of Dean's mouth, pulling his tongue into his own mouth to suckle.

He'd known Sam was enthusiastic, but he'd never imagined this... how they'd cling together, unable to keep their hands off each other even for seconds at a time. Without breaking the kiss, he pushed and pulled Sam to the large bathroom, chuckling at the protests he received when he let go to turn the water on. "Sam... Sammy," running his thumb over Sam's mouth, Dean fused their lips together again, cupping Sam's ass and molding his body to his frame. "All yours. All yours now, forever," he muttered, stepping under the running water in the double headed shower and smiling. "You're wet, we're both naked, and there's steam," he chuckled. How many of their dreams and daydreams involved water? "You think it's a kink?"

Sam wasn't paying attention to where Dean was leading them as his mouth devoured Dean's, his hands caressing, searching, memorizing every line, every contour of Dean's body. When Dean pulled away, Sam nearly snatched him back, as he whined about it, only to realize then what Dean was doing, where they were.

Dean's words sent heat spiraling through Sam's system, his blood pounding in his temples as Dean kissed him again, Sam unable to get enough. Finally he was able to kiss him without being careful, without worry, without the fear that Dean would jump out the nearest window if he moved too fast, kissed too long, held too tightly.

The water was warm as they stepped under the spray, but Sam barely noticed as he gazed into Dean's smiling face. He smiled softly, eyes glazed with passion, lids lowered over golden hazel eyes, "Maybe... dunno... maybe you're my kink." he chuckled softly, leaning in, hands running down Dean's back as his mouth found Dean's once more, moving to kiss his jaw, his neck, lick along the vein there. Sam smirked against the skin of Dean's neck. "Don't move," he said softly, "vampire moment."

Dean's fingers curled around Sam's corded arms, but he didn't move, letting Sam map and trace the rivers of blood rushing under the surface of his skin. It was so fucking erotic, knowing what Sam could hear and smell sharply and how blood could arouse him as surely as bodies sliding together. "Let me see your eyes," he begged.

Sam moaned against Dean's neck, pausing in his trailing over veins and arteries, feeling Dean's blood under his tongue and not wanting to stop. Slowly, Sam pulled his tongue back and lifted his head, looking into Dean's eyes.

Sam's eyes were dark, passion filled, fucked out, glazed with need and longing, intent and hard, as he looked at Dean, pausing a few moments breathing deeply. "I can smell you now. Your blood. God, Dean..." his eyes fluttered closed as he lowered his head again to Dean's neck, teeth scraping against tender flesh. Hands pulling Dean tighter against him, had he been human Sam would have crushed bones.

The absolute need in Sam's almost black eyes and the feel of his teeth against his throat had Dean moaning and pushing back against Sam. "Do your teeth ache?" His own tongue went over his fangs. "Is your mind fixed on only one thing? Feel like you'll die if you don't have it, like you can't think of anything else?" Dean whispered his questions, cursing at his inability to be in Sam's mind. "You can taste if you want." His fingers tightened, clenching around Sam's arms. "I'll stop you if you can't stop."

Sam moaned against Dean's neck, "God, Dean..." another lick, then Sam's warm mouth was sucking Dean's skin in, leaving a small bruise when he let go. "Yeah, my teeth ache, so do other parts of me." Sam ground his hips against Dean to show him what he meant. "Nothing else... just you... your blood... how you smell... God, you tasted so good. Fuck!" Sam whispered back, head moving to place his forehead against Dean's neck, breaths panting out.

Sam moved his head, his mouth back against Dean's throat, tongue running over the surface of the artery there a strangled groan sounded low in Sam's throat before his mouth opened, sucking Dean's skin into his mouth, teeth grazing. With a whimpered moan, Sam sank his fangs into Dean's neck, sucking hard, eyes inky black, as he held onto Dean in a vise-like grip.

His lover's tortured voice describing what he was going through twisted Dean up on the inside. Now Sam understood, if not exactly, at least he had an idea of how strong the craving could get, how it could take over all your senses... how your mind seemed to focus on one thing alone, satisfaction. "Fuck... Sam," Dean bucked against him as Sam's teeth pierced through his skin and without the slightest hesitation, Sam started to take what he needed. "Oh fuck..."

It was another first for Dean, letting a vampire drink from him. Just the feel of Sam's mouth working his throat was so damned sexy, and his mind wouldn't let go of the image of him sucking on his finger earlier. Dean slid his arms around Sam, fucking against him, whimpering with need. "So good... so good Sam."

Sam thrust his hips back against Dean, arms wrapped tightly around him, backing him up until Dean's back hit the tiled wall. One arm unwrapped from around Dean, sliding up to run down his side, back up and down again as Sam's hips thrust harder against his body, fucking against him, against the wall, Sam's mouth still latched onto Dean's neck, drinking deeply, as he fed his craving. Sam moaned, a low growl sounding in his throat as he moved against Dean harder, rougher, with more urgency. The fingertips of his hand dug into Dean's back as he held him tightly, clinging.

If the shower hadn't been reinforced, there would have been some cracked tiles... not that Dean was complaining. The smell of blood and of Sam filled his nostrils, the friction between their bodies ratcheted up the heat between them. The sounds of they made echoed and reverberated around him, enflaming his desires. "Enough Sam," he whispered half heartedly, his own eyes dark. A few more moments passed, both of them still giving in to the urgencies of their bodies, needing each other in ways only their kind could understand.

Blinded by his passion and his need for Dean in ways he couldn't even describe if he were asked to, he allowed Dean's whispered words to go unheeded, needing just a few more moments, a bit more of Dean, not enough, never enough.

Abruptly, Dean pushed against Sam, this time slamming Sam's back against the wall, and pulling his throat away. "Kiss me," he said, covering Sam's mouth and giving him something else to concentrate on... tasting himself... tasting Sam's need on his tongue. He kissed harder, crushing his mouth over Sam’s, welding their hips together as he ground against him, faster, more frantically, reaching for release.

Sam's eyes opened, his lips parted as his body slammed against the opposite wall. And all he could think about, all he could do was stare at Dean's neck. Then Dean's mouth was on his and Sam was wrapping him in his arms, taking what he needed in the form of a kiss this time. Searching, seeking, hungry.

He moaned into Dean's mouth as their hips ground against one another, moving against Dean in rapid urgent movements, meeting and giving back, needing more, reaching for the release his body ached for, needed. Sam's hands moved down Dean's back, cupping his ass, molding him against himself as he moved his hip, their cocks sliding together, seeking the friction they needed.

Sam's hands rubbed, squeezed, caressed Dean's ass, one finger slipping down to rub against Dean's tight hole, to press then release, press then release. Slowly Sam slid his hand up to Dean's lower back, crushing him harder against himself a groan leaving him as his head tilted back against the tiled wall.

A surprised groan broke out of Dean at the sudden jolt of electric heat that went through him the instant Sam ran his finger over the bundle of nerves at his hole. He'd never thought... "Don't stop," he whispered, grinding harder and pushing back against that teasing finger. "Said you'd never..." How did Sam know if he hadn't been with a guy before? His grip on his lover tightened possessively, but before he could formulate more coherent questions, his balls were drawing up tight. "Oh God Sam... I'm gonna come... come with me," he buried his face in the crook of Sam's throat, pressing his mouth against silky soft skin muffling his cries as he exploded against his lover, his mind filled with ten thousand other ways they could make love into eternity.

Sam grinned slightly at Dean's whispered command, at his body pressing back against his finger. He bit his lip as he hung his head, cheek against Dean's soft hair as he buried his face against Sam's neck. Warmth pooled in Sam's lower belly, as he pressed his finger into Dean. As Dean cried out against his neck, Sam threw his head back, eyes closed tightly, balls drawing up. Sam's head hit the tiled wall with a loud smack as he came hard, Dean's name tumbling from his lips.

Slowly, Sam pulled his finger from inside Dean, wrapping his arms tightly around him, holding him against himself as he stood, eyes remaining closed, head against the tiles, his breaths ragged, uneven, like he'd been running. He swallowed, slowly lowering his head to look at Dean. A smile tugging at his lips, "Yeah..." he panted out his breath... "you're right..." he swallowed again..."that woulda killed me." he chuckled, his head falling back against the tiles again.

"Now you admit it." Dean kissed him again, lightly, running the blunt tips of his fingers along the side of Sam's face and threading them through his wet hair. He grew serious. "I love you. And I'm sorry... sorry I ever made you think I didn't. Sorry I almost gave up on us. That would have been worse than Romeo and Juliet."

Sam looked down at Dean, slowly picked his head up from against the wall. He placed a soft kiss on Dean's lips, ran his tongue along his bottom lip, nipping it softly before he pulled back. "I love you too."

Sam didn't say much about the rest of it, his jaw tightened a little as he looked away, down at the shower floor for a moment before his eyes rose to meet Dean's again. Slightly slanted golden hazel gazing into green/gold. "Yeah, it would have been worse. At least they died knowing they were loved." he looked away again, huffing softly, licked his lips. "My Dad's not coming into town. That's why I didn't wait for him. Why I hunted Trevor when I had the chance." Turning his head, he looked back at Dean, "Didn't figure I had anything to lose."

"What about your life." He couldn't help being slightly angry at Sam for having gone half cocked, even if it was his own fault. Pulling away, he shook his head. "I don't know what I'd have done if you..." He didn't have to end the sentence, Sam knew.

Sam raised an eyebrow, tilting his head, a small smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. "Yeah, you do. Cause yeah, I did." he reached out and pulled Dean back over to him, wrapping an arm around his waist. "My fair Romeo came and saved me from the vicious," Sam's eyes widened playfully as he said, 'vicious', "werewolf. Turing me to save me from certain death." Sam dramaticly threw an arm over his forehead, chuckling.

"Your fair Romeo almost ate you in the process, and not in the good way," Dean growled. "At least you can never do this to me again, now that you're almost indestructible." He grabbed the soap and started to lather Sam up, his hand sliding down Sam's chest and abs. "Just yesterday, drying you up was a big deal." Because of that, he knew deep down that every touch between them would always be a big deal. Special.

Sam smirked at him, quirking a brow, "Yesterday?"

"Always so technical. Feels like just yesterday, and I'd like to forget that week in between, if you don't mind." His hand slipped behind Sam and once he was done with his back, he did a very thorough job of washing his ass, lingering between his cheeks and sucking his breath in.

Sam smirked then drew in a deep breath as Dean washed his backside a soft moan escaping him before he narrowed his eyes at him, "Copy cat."

Dean chuckled. "Told you, cat. And porn addict. And did I mention vampires don't really need to rest between fucks," his smile spread as he noticed that Sam was completely 'getting' the point. "Are you still gonna call me your vampire boyfriend now that you're one of us?" He'd liked that much more than he should have.

Sam pulled Dean closer to him, leaned in and kissed his chin, his jaw, working his way back to his ear, running his tongue around the shell, licking just inside. "Vampire boyfriend, vampire mate, vampire lover, the vampire who owns my heart," Sam whispered, his warm breath against Dean's ear. He shrugged slightly, "Whatever works." he said, as his mouth moved lower, tongue running down the side of Dean's neck.

"Everything works," he answered as Sam prodded his now closed wound with his tongue. "Enough talking. Time to make a few more daydreams come true." Lowering his head, he covered Sam's flat male nipple with his mouth, sucked hard, then moved down to his stomach, twisting them around so he could bow Sam backwards slightly. "Gonna take us years... centuries... we'll need sound proofing, you're loud," he chuckled against wet, quivering flesh, and then single-mindedly set about bringing them both to completion again.

Sam smiled against Dean's neck, before Dean moved, making him pull away. As Dean's mouth closed over his nipple, Sam sucked in a breath, eyes closing as he moaned long and loud. Golden hazel eyes slowly open to watch Dean make his way lower to his stomach, muscles rippled beneath the surface of his skin as Sam tried to hold still, his breaths quickening.

And then Dean was changing their position, bending him back slightly. Sam frowned at Dean's words, "I am not..." Sam sucked in a breath as what Dean was doing to him, sent heat flooding through his system, making his cock ache, his body whither. "HOLY FUCK!" Yeah, okay...maybe he was a little loud....