Craving

The school dance was being held at the gym. The only way Dean had been able to make Sam go was to agree to go with him. Poor Sam had to go shopping twice. The first time, with his great aunt. The second, Dean and Alice had taken him to the City and despite his protests, he now had a tailored designer suit that showed his assets off like no legal suit should.

The party wasn't too bad at first. It had been semi interesting seeing the students' antics on the dance floor, and even more interesting finding ways to sneak kisses and grope each other outside the line of the eagle eyes of the teachers. But after a while, a lot of the kids wandered to the parking lot and started to drink.

Dean had no objection to Sam drinking, though the guy really couldn't hold his liquor. What he had an objection to was that while Sam had firmly removed Stacy's hand from his body earlier in the evening, now he was letting her have her way with him as if he barely noticed. Well Goddamit, Dean didn't have that same luxury. He fucking noticed every touch, coupled with each of her sexual thoughts about Sam, and he was near exploding point.

Sam was working on his fourth drink. Tom was playing bar tender out of the trunk of his mustang, making Screwdrivers for everyone, and somehow, apparently Tom had missed the part about more orange juice then vodka and was making them the other way around. The drinks turning into nearly clear orange colored liquid that would burn a hole through car metal.

As he stood leaning back on Tom's car, for support, not that he'd ever tell anyone that, Sam tilted his head back and downed the rest of his fourth screwdriver, while Stacy stood beside him, running one of her hands across the small of his back and the other down his chest, then his thigh.

He would have moved her hand, well...both of them, he really would have... had he actually really noticed her there. Instead, his attention was on the story Mike was telling about his going to a nudist camp over the summer and not realizing it was a nudist camp...until the chick with the set of double D's had walked over to him and about made him swallow his tongue. Sam was laughing at Mike's wide eyes and his comical descriptions of his predicament, not paying attention to much else... which also meant he didn't see the look on Dean's face as he watched Stacy grope him like he was her own personal tension ball.

Irritation was quickly turning to anger. "Sam." Dean tried to get his attention.

"Don't worry about Stacy, she just gets horny when she drinks... then she forgets everything the next day."

The too-cheerful voice made Dean want to throttle its owner. And what about Sam? Did he get horny and forget everything when he was drinking?

Sam was still smiling wide when he turned, nearly knocking Stacy over. Only vampire quick reflexes enabled him to grab her around the waist with on hand even as he held one the cup in his other hand out to Tom. "Fill'er up."

Tom cheerfully took his cup and started to fix him another drink, as Sam leaned back and started to unwrap his arm from around Stacy, only to have her grab it and smile up at him as she pressed herself to Sam's side. "It's okay. I don't mind if you hold me." she told him, smiling flirtatiously up at him.

Dean had it. In a few strides, he was next to them, one hand curling possessively around Sam's arm as he snarled, "I mind. Are you through here, Sam?"

Sam looked over at Dean with a slightly confused look on his face before he smiled crookedly, tilting his head to the side. "Through?" he glanced over at Tom who had frozen with Sam's drink in hand, mid-process of handing it to him.

"Uh, I can hold onto this." Tom told him, pulling back the drink and turning his attention to what was inside his trunk as though he'd never seen it before.

Sam looked back at Dean and shrugged, still grinning goofily, "Guess so," he told him, as he pulled his arm away from Stacy and wrapped it around Dean's waist. "Sorry, Stacy, my man wants me." Sam mumbled to her, as he gazed drunkenly into Dean's eyes, then his gaze fell to Dean's lips and Sam licked his own.

"I want you too," she whispered under her breath, reaching for him again.

Dean pulled Sam roughly away. "Get off him bitch."

Sam staggered forward toward Dean. His arm tightening around Dean to hold him up. Glassy golden hazel eyes widened slightly at Dean's words and he glanced back at Stacy, before returning his attention to Dean, frowning softly.

Her eyes widened in shock, and she put her hand out to hold onto the car.

The insult had slipped out, but Dean wasn't sure he was sorry as he pulled Sam along, forcing him to move at a faster pace.

Sam staggered away and once they were far enough away, he turned on Dean.
"What is wrong with you, dude? That wasn't very nice, ya know? She almost fell."

"What's wrong with ME? I stood there and took it for as long as I could, that's what's wrong with me!" Dean raised his voice. "She had her hands all over you, all over Sam and you just ... fuck. It went past the point of funny an hour ago, okay."

Sam frowned at him, "Yeah, she touched me and I moved her hands away, then I was listening to Mike... I turned and nearly knocked her over. I had to catch her. What did you want me to do? Let her fall on her ass?" Sam raised a brow.

Slowly, his frown melted into a smirk, then a chuckle bubbled out of him. "You're jealous." Sam accused, shock evident in his eyes. "You're really friggin' jealous." He laughed outright. "Oh wow!" he shook his head, "You don't get it do you? I don't care if she was naked and waiting in my bed for me. I only want you." He bit his lip, tilted his head to the side, "it is cute though, you being jealous. I kinda like it."

"I'm not jealous, I'm angry, there's a fucking difference." Sam's knowing look irked him more. "Her hands had no business being on your ass, trying to untie your tie. I'm the only one who gets to do that, Goddamit." As if to prove a point, he fluidly did just that, his gaze traveling heatedly over the sight of Sam now with both his jacket and tie undone.

Sam smiled at him, his gaze heated with passion as he licked his lips a small smirk pulling at the corners of his lips. "Anything else you'd like to undo?" Sam asked him as he reached out, ran a hand down Dean's arm, grabbed his waist and pulled him close.

"You're right. Only you. I should have paid more attention to what she was doing. Truth is, I was ignoring her." He shrugged, "She wasn't important to me, neither was what she was doing." He leaned closer to Dean, inhaling his scent, "I'm sorry." he said softly, "See? I don't even notice anyone else."

"Would be so much easier if I could just be in your head, not hers." Turning slightly, he brushed his mouth over Sam's, lingering but not invading. "Just... next time we go to one of these... a party... you think you can wear some sort of anti-Stacy spray."

Sam chuckled and nodded, "Do they sell that in a can?" he asked as they made their way to Dean's car. Sam looked back toward his friends and waved, "Gotta go sex up my boyfriend!" he shouted drunkenly to Tom, who laughed and saluted him with a cup of his strong brew.

"I can't wait till that comment bites you in the ass come Monday." Dean opened the car door and helped Sam fold his long limbs inside. Rolling his eyes at the loud goodbyes thrown their way, Dean moved into the car and took off with his typical speed.

Sam leaned his head back on the headrest with a sigh, closing his eyes. "I'm glad you came with me., he said smiling softly. Slowly his eyes opened as he looked over at Dean, "I think they all liked you." He chuckled head rolling on the headrest as he closed his eyes again, "Well, most of them."

"I only care about one of them liking me." He gave Sam a pointed look. "So, there's gonna be sexing?"

Sam had opened his eyes to look at Dean as he spoke, smiling at him. Sam shrugged at Dean's question, "We'll see if I think you deserve it," he said with a grin, snickering. "Hey, I had to say that! I have a reputation to think about after all."

"I like your rep as it is. Easy." Giving a smug grin, Dean took his hand off the steering wheel and rested it on Sam's thigh, giving it a squeeze. "Besides... I had a daydream when you were trying all the suits on," his tongue darted out briefly. "Can't let it go to waste, can we?"

Sam's eyes widened, "Hey! I am not eas-" he stopped, seeing the grin as Dean squeezed his thigh. He quirked a brow. "I think you just make these up as we go along now," he said, eyes narrowed. Not that he minded. His hand moved to Dean's thigh, his thumb grazing against the bulge there as Sam leaned over toward him slightly. "And I had this dream that I blew you while you were driving." He licked his lips, his eyes falling to look at Dean's crotch before looking back into his eyes.

"Are you waiting for an invitation?" Dean groaned as his house came into sight. "Hold that thought, we'll need to drive out of state sometime and make sure that dream comes through." Or he’d need to drive a helluvalot slower.

A few seconds later, he'd parked and was pulling Sam out of the car, cursing under his breath. Feeling Sam's gaze, he shook his head. "Vampire moment... cat... now all I want is for your mouth--"

Sam smiled at him, eyes darkening as his gaze lowered to Dean's crotch again.

"Did you have fun?"

Sam looked away, past Dean toward the house.

It was Alice, pushing the door open for them.

He looked back at Dean and smirked, "We did." he called out to her, then as he gazed at Dean, spoke lower, "Were about to have more."

"I'll get the earplugs," she sighed.

Dean shook his head. Sam still forgot about their hearing, not that he gave a damn. It was a way of life for them. Putting his arm behind Sam's back, he started to walk him to the stairs.

Sam chuckled at Alice's comment. "Those aren't for me, you know." Sam insisted, "We break things. It's not because I'm loud." he said as he looked at Dean, eyes narrowed, daring him to say otherwise.

"Sam, you're fucking loud. Even if you were quiet as a mouse, we'd all hear you... but you're no mouse, more like a..."

"A moose, calling his mate," Emmet said from the living room, not even bothering to come out.

"Nah, he's louder." Leaning close to Sam's ear, Dean added, "I like you wild and loud... let's go make some sounds."

Sam was frowning hard at all of them. Dean, more so than anyone, wasn't suppose to say he was loud. But with his last comment, Sam's frown fell away. He grinned at him, grabbing for his hand to head toward the stairs.

As they passed Emmet, Sam shot him a dirty look, pointing at Rosalie, "She's louder!" he told him, before nearly pulling Dean up the stairs.

"He's drunk," Dean called out in Sam's defense. "Boy when you screw up... of all of them to insult. Just when you started to get along," but he was laughing. They reached his room, which had now been rearranged to include a king sized bed that was used for everything but sleeping. The instant he had the door closed behind him, he started shrugging out of his jacked. "Now that you have me up here, what are you gonna do with me?"

Sam smiled at him, as he turned to walk back toward Dean, dropping down to his knees before him he reached up unfastening Dean's dress pants, slowly sliding the zipper down as he looked up into Dean's eyes.

Sam pushed Dean's pants open, as he leaned forward, his mouth against Dean's cotton clad cock and breathed out a warm breath against him before taking him into his mouth through the material, then pulling back. He looked back up at Dean, a smirk pulling at his lips, "I thought I'd tease you a while until I wasn't the only one they called loud."

"Good plan," Dean croaked at the brief and unsatisfying press of Sam's mouth along his shaft. "But I don't have the legendary Winchester vocal cords, not sure I can compete." Staring down into Sam's eyes, he ran his hands down both sides of his face, then cupped his hands around Sam's neck, pulling him forward. "So if we were driving, and I was trying to concentrate because the roads were real windy and we had no idea where we were going, you'd do what, now?" He bit his lower lip in anticipation.

Sam's smirk never left his lips as he gazed at Dean. As he pulled him forward again, Sam nuzzled against Dean's groin, then pulled back, his hands going to the waistband of Dean's pants and boxers, pulling them down to his knees in one tug. Sam moved his hand to Dean's dick, long fingers wrapping around his length, pumping slowly as he ran his tongue across the tip, dipping into the slit. He released him, running his tongue up his length, circling his tongue around the head before taking him into his mouth, just the crown, tongue flicking against the tip, licking, stroking, then pulling back again.

Grasping him in one hand and pumping slowly once more, Sam leaned in, lower, licking a trail down to Dean's balls, tongue pressing and releasing, before sucking first one then the other into his mouth.

Pulling back again, Sam looked up at Dean, eyes dark, passion heavy. "I thought of starting like that." he said softly, voice husky.

"Oh God... you're gonna get us into an accident," Dean groaned. "Holy fuck... you stopped. You can't stop, Sammy, you can't..." Here he'd thought Sam was too tipsy to play too many games, hah. Tugging on Sam, he nudged his cock against his mouth. "Then what, Sam, tell me." He was hard and aching to be back inside the wet heat of Sam's mouth, fucking it until he was mindless with need. "Tell me... show me."

Sam smirked and took Dean back into his mouth, but again, just the head, just enough to tease with his tongue, flicking and sucking him hard, his hand wrapped around Dean's length moving again, slow teasing strokes. Pulling his mouth off with a =pop=, Sam licked his tongue across the tip, opened his hand, and ran his tongue down Dean's length then back up.

Quickly and without warning, Sam deep throated Dean's cock, swallowing his length, humming softly, vibrating the back of his throat against the head of Dean's dick. He sucked him hard, one hand working him, faster now, his other hand cupped Dean's balls, rolling them in his fingers, running his short nails up the underside of Dean's sac before cupping him again, squeezing gently, all while his mouth and hand worked his cock.

The sudden shift from too-soft touches to almost too-hard drew a loud half-shout half-groan from Dean who grabbed handfuls of Sam's hair to steady himself. "Oh God Sam, good, so good," he started to ride Sam's mouth, thrusting hard, trying to ease the burning need. Time stood still as he took and received what he so badly needed, easing in and out of Sam's mouth until he was close to the edge, so fucking close. "Enough!"

Sam pulled away, Dean's cock falling from his swollen lips as he looked up at Dean, lids passion heavy, eyes dark and lust-filled. He gazed up at Dean in confusion, lips still wet, slightly parted.

"I want to come inside you tonight. I want you to come with me," Dean explained, his voice strained as he kicked his pants off and stepped out of them.

Sam licked his lips, bit his lower lip and nodded at him before pulling to his feet, hands on his pants fastenings as he started to strip only to have Dean stop him. Sam looked up, slightly confused, as his hands fell away from his zipper. "Dean?"

"Don't." The single command had the crack of a whip. Dean gave him a dangerous look, "I'mgoing to undress you. Any arguments?"

Sam licked his lips, shook his head, "No. No arguments."
There wasn't much they hadn't done since Sam had awaken as a vampire. Sex with actual penetration was one of them, the biggest one, but this was also a new one. Usually they would both just start pulling and tearing clothes off, their own, each others’, all at once. But, now, Dean was already mostly undressed, and if Sam wasn't suppose to help... Sam's hands clenched into fists at his sides as he took in a deep breath, waiting for Dean to undress him.

As he watched Sam standing there, off balance, unsure... waiting for him, fists clenching and unclenching, mouth parted and sucking in shallow breaths, a wild heat rose in Dean. In two strides, he was in front of Sam, undoing his tie the rest of the way and letting it hang loose around his neck. Just as suddenly, he peeled Sam's jacket half way off, basically trapping Sam's arms, and his own, behind Sam's back as he leaned in hard, bringing their mouths together in a bruising kiss. Without the use of their hands, they mindlessly rubbed their bodies against each other, grinding, creating more friction, practically fighting to get more of each other, fighting to get impossibly closer.

Though Sam’s arms were trapped behind him in the material of his jacket, the material would not have held him had he not wanted it to, but something about it added to the erotic electricity that seemed to have filled the room. As Dean's mouth claimed his, Sam couldn't stifle the moan that sounded deep in his throat as dark eyes slid slowly closed.
Instinct, mindless, passionate instinct had him thrusting up against Dean, as they kissed, each devouring the other, tongues tangled, teeth clanking together as they seemed to try to get closer even in the kiss.

Sam could feel Dean's arousal against his own impossibly hard shaft through his pants, sliding against each other with the material as a barrier between them, reminding him that not long ago, they couldn’t go beyond this. Needful sounds escaped Sam's mouth, as he ground his body against Dean's hands clenched into hard fists behind his back. Deep growls sounded in his throat as he tried to get ever closer. Finally, Sam tore his mouth away from Dean's unable to continue any longer. His breathing, hard and uneven, as he gazed at Dean through impossibly dark inky black eyes, lips parted, face flushed. "Finish it." The words were a whispered command, a plea, as Sam's hips thrust again against Dean's as if to show him just how hard he was.

Dropping the jacket to the ground and stepping back slightly, Dean ran a shaky hand over Sam's face, his thumb lingering on his reddened and swollen lips. Eyes locked with Sam's, he started to unbutton Sam's shirt, giving him a warning growl when he thought he was going to try to shrug it off. "Leave it." When the buttons gave him trouble, he roughly parted the material, letting the buttons pop and fall to the ground.

Sam watched Dean through heavy lidded dark eyes, his chest rising and falling with each labored breath he took, lips parted.

Dean’s throat constricted at the sight of a thin sliver of flesh peeking out between the folds of the dress shirt. Swallowing, he stroked down from Sam's corded chest to the hem of his pants, and undid them, brushing his hand over his hard shaft.
As Dean touched him, ever so softly, too softly, too gently, Sam drew in a deep unsteady breath, tilting his head back for a moment as he bit his lip, then lowered his head, watching Dean. He had never wanted out of his clothes more in his entire life then he did then. Wanted another's touch more than he did then. Craved another as much as he did Dean. His stomach muscles twitched, his cock pulsed as Dean ran his hand over him through the material as he slowly unzipped him, eliciting a soft moan from Sam. He swallowed hard as his dark eyes drank in the site of his vampire lover.

A moment later, Dean had the pants and boxers off. So hard, his mate was so hard for him, his entire body tense with anticipation, his eyes dark and filled with the craving to be touched. Never had he been as certain that Sam was his, and that he was Sam’s.

Gripping the two ends of Sam's tie, he rolled them around his fists, drawing Sam close and kissing him again as he walked backwards toward the bed, pulling Sam with him.

Sam moaned, eyes closing slowly as his hands came up, arms wrapping around Dean, fingers of one hand threading through his short soft hair, the other lay at the small of Dean's back, thumb making lazy circles, needing the distraction, however small, as they kissed and tried to walk.

Pulling the tie completely off, Dean dropped it to the floor. "Get on the bed," he said, his voice husky with need.

As Sam complied, Dean finished stripping and walked across the room to reposition a standing mirror. Biting his own lip at the thought of seeing himself and Sam go all the way, in every sense of the word, he became more impatient. An instant later, he joined Sam on the bed, straddling his waist and rubbing his arousal into his stomach as they kissed again, before rolling off. "Get on your knees. Hold onto that, he said, jutting his chin toward the footboard.

As Dean rolled away, Sam turned his head to watch him, swallowed hard as he slowly moved to do as Dean asked. Sam knelt at the foot of the bed, tail end of the back of his dress shirt covering most of his sculpted ass, outlining his wide shoulders, his hands grasping the foot board, knuckles nearly turning white as he looked back over his shoulder at Dean. Sam licked his lips, his mouth suddenly gone dry.

On his knees, behind Sam, Dean ran his hands up and down the backs of Sam's thighs, and over his tight ass, before putting his hands lightly on his shoulders and fitting his body behind him. With his cock lodged at the cleft of Sam's ass, Dean ran his fingertips up and down Sam's chest, dipping under the shirt and looking into the mirror. "Wicked hot, Sammy," he whispered, rubbing against him, then slanting his mouth over Sam's in a heated kiss.

Sam looked down for a brief moment as Dean's hands ran over him, hissing in a breath, before his head raised, eyes closing for a moment. Biting his lip, Sam gasped as Dean fit his body against his own, breaths coming faster, eye lids passion heavy. His teeth ached, his cock, hard and heavy as he tightened his grip on the foot board.

Sam glanced into the mirror at Dean's words, before his eyes slid slowly shut, head tipping back to lay against Dean's shoulder, turning to face him. Dean was kissing him then, their tongues sliding against each other, a soft moan sounding in Sam's throat.

His body, his instincts said to go fast, but Dean wanted this moment to last forever. To be burned indelibly in both their minds. As he slid his tongue in and out of Sam's mouth, he paused, and deliberately pressed against Sam's fangs hard enough to taste his blood and to feel the sudden tension rise in his lover.

At the first taste of Dean's blood, Sam tensed all over, a deep groan sounding in his throat. Oh God.. Was it wrong that he wanted to drink from Dean just as badly as he wanted to love him, to feel him? Was it wrong that it was getting hazy as to where one craving ended and the other began?

Sam released the foot board and brought his arm up to circle around Dean's neck behind him, pulling him closer, that mouth, that sweet mouth, and his blood. DeanDeanDean...

This time, when Sam sucked on his tongue, Dean's head was filled with more than the torturous image Sam sucking him off. Now there was blood lust inflaming his other needs, sharpening his desire. It took every shred of control he'd developed to hold back, to rub himself against Sam and touch him, his chest, his abs, to brush his cock and deliberately keep him hard, without pushing inside him... without racing toward a much needed release.

When he drew back, Sam's protest was almost his undoing. He looked in the mirror again as he started to slide Sam's shirt off his shoulders. "I love you, Sam." He brushed his mouth over Sam's ear. "It took a hundred years to find you... the right one... and I'm never letting go."

He didn't want Dean to stop kissing him, didn't want to stop sucking his tongue, tasting of his blood, didn't want it to end. He gave a whimper, his look pleading, begging Dean for more, even as he slowly slid his hand back down, trailing it across Dean's body as he did, down his neck, his chest, before turning back straight to grasp the foot board again, head hanging as he bit his lip.

Sam lifted his head, Dean's profession of his love sending heat through his body that pooled in his groin, making him moan softly, eyes closing briefly. Sam turned at the waist, letting go of the foot board, his hands cupping Dean's face. "I love you, Dean, so very much. Forever yours." Sam whispered before slanting his mouth over Dean's, kissing him deeply, with deliberate slowness, gentleness, putting all of his love into that one kiss.

Ever since this one boy had walked into town, Dean's world had narrowed. He'd become Dean's focal point, his center. Now he knew beyond all doubt that this was something that would never change. He'd never get enough of Sam, of how he tasted, how he felt. Of how he kissed, and how he went from gentle to ferocious, from laid back into a thunderous mood when he needed to be fed, and how he could make him laugh. Make him moan with need, like now. Dean could barely recognize his own voice.

When their lips parted, Dean picked up the lube and slathered it first on Sam's cock, then his own. It wasn't necessary, but he wanted a good glide. "Open your legs, Sammy."

Sam bit his lip as he spread his legs wider, gripped the foot board as he turned back around, head hanging.

Parting Sam's cheeks, he aligned his cock, nudging at Sam's tight hole. Gripping his hip, he looked up at the mirror, and in a single thrust, worked most of his cock inside Sam, groaning as his lover closed tight around him. "So fucking tight." He pushed in further, and once he was buried to the hilt, he wrapped his fingers around Sam's shaft and started to move.


Feeling the head of Dean's cock at his tight hole, Sam lifted his head, looking at Dean in the mirror. Lips parted in an audible gasp as Dean entered him, a low groan escaping as he bit his lip, digits tightening around the footboard. Sam panted out his breaths, head hanging, eyes closed, until Dean was completely sheathed inside of him, until his hand encased Sam's cock and started to move. Sam raised his head then, dark, inky black eyes watched Dean in the mirror as he moaned, his head soon falling back to Dean's shoulder as Sam reached back with one hand, wrapping it around Dean's waist, pulling him in closer. "So full, so fucking good." Sam whispered as he pushed back against Dean's cock, wanting more.

Dean rocked harder into Sam, pulling out part way, and burying himself again. His cock ached and throbbed so bad it was a struggle to hold back. He tried to concentrate on moving his hand, stroking Sam's cock, on Sam's reactions. It didn't help, because the soft sounds from Sam just had him wound up tighter. He couldn't help it, he started to fuck a little harder, moving his mouth up and down the side of Sam's throat. Unconsciously, he used his tongue to trace Sam's vein, swirling it over his lover's now jumping pulse. "God Sam... oh God..."

Sam was in a mindless haze, pleasure fogged his brain as he closed his eyes, moaning and gasping with each thrust. Dean hitting a point inside of him that sent pleasure shooting though out his body, making him groan, his hand on Dean's lower back tightening it's grasp. The hand on his cock, moving in time with Dean's thrusts, had him aching, his body throbbing, wanting more.

Feeling Dean's mouth on his neck, his teeth scraping along his tender flesh, tongue tracing his veins, swirling over the pulse point, Sam slowly released the foot board with his other hand, bringing it up to wrap around Dean's neck, as he turned his head to kiss him. "Don't baby, please." Sam whispered softly, before slanting his mouth over Dean's.
The kiss wasn't the most well orchestrated with the way Sam was bending, the angle was off, and their thrusting and pushing back movements made their mouths hit and miss, but it was enough as tongues tangled even out of their mouths between them.

As their tongues stroked, and their bodies collided and ground together, white hot heat inched through Dean's veins. The kiss distracted him for a little while, but his need was still there, still building... Sam's blood was still singing in his ears. "Why," he took a labored breath. "Need you," he pressed, dragging his teeth back along the soft column of Sam's throat. "You want it... I can feel it." He squeezed Sam's arousal, which had gotten impossibly harder. "What are you thinking? Tell me." The craving was so strong, it was only his deeper need to know that stopped him from sinking his teeth.

Sam made a strangled whimper sound deep in his throat as Dean dragged his teeth back along his throat. He squeezed his eyes closed, lips parted as his breaths panted out, his body reacting to the idea of Dean doing just that, drinking his blood. His cock got harder, his teeth ached more, heat seemed to course through him as he lowered his arm from around Dean's neck, grasping the footboard again.

Oh God, yes he wanted it. Every cell in his body screamed out for it. But, he had to think clearly about this. It was bad enough that Dean had to drink it to change him, to save him. There was no reason to taint him with more of it. Sam groaned as Dean squeezed his shaft, his hips bucked, body pressing back against Dean, as he gasped softly.

Sam shook his head slightly, eyes opening to look at Dean in the mirror, "Tainted," he panted out the word softly, "Bad enough, had to," Sam swallowed, "....already." Sam's neck arched on Dean's shoulder, fingers tightening on the footboard.

If they hadn't been so wrapped up in each other, Dean would have sat back in shock. He'd thought they were over with that nonsense. "Don't," he fucked harder, "don't you say that. Don't you fucking think that, Sam. You're not tainted. Nothing wrong with your blood, nothing. I want it." He didn't ask again, he didn't expect Sam to fight him. He swirled his tongue over satiny soft skin, pulsing against it as the sound of Sam's rushing blood slowly drove him to the edge of madness. His teeth ached so bad... he pressed them down, cleanly piercing through Sam's skin, and moaning at the first gush of his lover's tangy life essence.

Sam frowned, brows drawing together as he bit his lip. No, no, no, Dean was wrong, he knew better. Didn't he listen? Didn't he realize what he was? He was a freak vampire because of what he was, The boy with the demon blood. Not human, not vampire, but something in between. Dean hadn't done that. His tainted blood had.

Sam gasped at the feel of Dean's tongue once again on his neck, at his pulse. No, baby, no. Even as he thought it, his body screamed out for Dean to do it, to drink, take his blood. He bit his lip, closing his eyes tightly just as Dean's fangs pierced his throat. Sam gasped, a groan leaving him soon after, his back arching against Dean. His eyes opening wide, lips parted as he panted out his breaths. Ohmygod!

Everything he wanted. Everything he needed. The answer to Dean's every addiction was in his arms, in his hand, taking him deep inside his body and giving him the gift of his blood. There was nothing else Dean needed. Nothing.

Sam fingers on the foot board tightened until he was sure he'd warped the metal, not that he could bring himself to care as he gasped and panted, writhed and grasped at Dean with the one arm that was wrapped around behind him. "Oh my God, Dean!" the words came out in a rush. Sam felt heat pool low in his belly, his balls draw up impossibly tight. Quickly, Sam released the footboard, grasping Dean's hand around his cock, stilling it. "Not yet, Oh God, not yet. Wanna come with you." he panted out. Sam gulped in air, licked his lips, swallowing, as he squeezed his eyes closed. His breath coming out in a groaned, 'Gah!'

Gripped in the red haze of blood lust, Dean was desire's bitch. His head swam with the taste of Sam, his cock branding his lover over and over, his hand showing him who he belonged to. His motions became more desperate, more frenzied, until Sam's words broke through to his consciousness. Groaning, he pulled his mouth off, and licked the small wound that was already closing.

One look at Sam's reflection and it was like the floodgates opened. Growling out his need, Dean gripped Sam's hip tighter and started to fuck... to pound into him so hard Sam had to push back to prevent them from hitting the foot board. "More... need more," he cried, grinding his hips that much harder, driven to the edge of desperation. "Sam..."

Sam’s eyes opened as Dean began to fuck harder, pounding into him jarring his body, until Sam had to release Dean and grip the footboard with both hands, pushing back against him. Sam's head tilted back, lips parted as he gasped and moaned, bit his lip.

Sam's head fell forward, eyes closing as ground himself back against Dean, growling deep in this throat. Pushing against the footboard until the metal started to bend.

Somehow, Dean was pushed back, collapsing on his back, still holding Sam on top of him, and they were both digging their heels into the mattress. He lifted his hips higher and higher as Sam ground himself down on him. "Yes, yes..." his hand moved back over Sam's cock and he started to stroke in earnest, the sounds coming from Sam whipping up his frenzy.

Sam made growled from deep in his throat as he ground himself back against Dean, against his cock, taking him as deeply as he could, teeth clenched together, lips parted, eyes open, head raised slightly, he looked down at himself. He let his head collapse back, falling onto the pillow under them, behind them, making his neck arch. His breaths panted out through parted lips that his tongue quickly darted out to lick. Hips thrust his cock up into Dean's hand even as he continued to grind himself back onto his cock. "Fuck," the word was choked, husky, "Dean..." Sam tilted his head back even more, as his hands blindly searched for a place to hold onto, running over Dean's sides behind him, gripping his hips.

"Oh yeah," Dean answered, arching practically off the mattress, "God yeah..." They thrashed, and moved together, and groped, trying to get closer, straining, reaching, craving release. He was way past his breaking point, and yet the pressure kept building and building, winding him tighter. Dean thought he was gonna go crazy, so fucking crazy with need. Nothing had prepared him for this, for the intensity of this stark hunger, the terrible urgency building within him. Unable to take it a moment longer, he wrapped his arm around Sam's waist, holding him tight as he rolled them over. "Fuck," he cursed as he fucked Sam hard from behind, pounding into him, gritting his teeth against the pleasure pain. "Fuck... Sam..."


Apparently stopping Dean before hadn't been necessary, as Sam's body seemed intent on keeping him just at the edge not willing to allow him to go over it. His body cried out for the release it craved it but still he hung there on the edge of that sweet abyss. Sam groaned, moaning with the pleasure pain of it, breaths coming fast and hard he was in danger of hyperventilating.

Sam arched, his back low like a lazy cat stretching, as he raised his chest up off the bed with his forearms. Head turned to the side, "Fuck...Oh God..." He pressed back against Dean with each thrust. A low growl sounded in Sam's throat as he pushed against the mattress hard, sending them both rolling over and off the bed, crashing to the floor with a loud =Boom!=, a lamp and marble statue fell from the bedside table onto the floor with them, shattering loudly.

They landed with Dean flat on his back, Sam on top of him as they had been before, on the bed. Sam ground back against Dean, even with falling they didn't seem too fazed.

Dean's hands moved possessively over Sam, fingers digging into his flesh, relaxing and digging in again. He touched him everywhere, chest, hips, thighs, mercilessly pulling on him each time he raised his hips. "Enough!"

Putting his palms on the floor, he suddenly pushed up to a semi sitting position, his cock still lodged deep inside Sam. Using the leverage, he pushed harder, setting a punishing pace, burning up as Sam clenched around him, milking his cock. "Now... now, Sammy... now," he demanded, grinding his hips, literally shaking as white hot heat laced through him and he started to release, hard and fast.

Sam's head thrashed as he grit his teeth, fingertip digging into Dean's hips as he gripped him tightly. W hen Dean sat up part way, Sam gasped softly, head hanging, eyes closing as he licked his lips, swallowed and moaned, pushing back against Dean, his hips thrusting up into his hand.

Blissfully, Sam's body allowed him to step off the cliff he'd been dangling on, his body arching, then slamming back against Dean's as he started to come, a grunted growl leaving him, before he cried out Dean's name. Head falling back against Dean's shoulder as his hips moved faster, erraticly, as he rode out the strongest orgasm of his life. Rope after rope spilling over onto Dean's hand, his own belly, as he gasped and panted, body trembling.

*

Down stairs, Rosalie looked up at the ceiling as they all heard the crash and wrinkled her delicate nose. "What are they doing up there?"

Alice snickered softly, but didn't look up from the book she was reading.

"They're gonna come through the ceiling, you know?" Rosalie whined.

Carlisle glanced up from his medical journal and shook his head, "No, they won't."

Esme covered her smirk with the back of her hand and turned the page of her magazine.

Emmet sat with a grin on his face, shaking his head.

Jasper just continued to stare straight ahead at some unseen point.

Then hearing Sam cry out, they all jumped slightly. "Good God!" Rosalie spat, frowning at the ceiling.

Alice looked up from her book, "It's... sweet."

Esme, coughed into her hand as did Carlisle.

Jasper just looked scared and Emmet cracked up laughing and looked over at Rosale, "No, he's still louder than you."

His comment got him an unceremonious and hard punch to the ribs.
*


Dean hung onto Sam, refusing to allow him to move away as the last remnants of his orgasm crashed over him in waves. "Un...fucking...believable, Sammy. It was.... better than any dream. Better than anything." He nuzzled Sam's neck, then kissed his shoulder, rolling them onto their sides so he was spooning Sam, hard floor be damned. He swallowed, then whispered. "Tell me what you're thinking."
Sam was gasping in air, his lungs couldn't seem to get enough of the stuff into his body. He could only nod at Dean's words as he swallowed hard, his breath coming out in a rush as he drew another in. "So good... so perfect." he agreed breathlessly.

Blinking repeatedly, Sam opened his eyes as Dean rolled them, reaching back to hold Dean against him. "Oh God..." the words breathless, "Love you."

Sam chuckled, "Thinking? Now?" he asked him, licked his lips, "I'm thinking that you killed me, but it's okay," he nodded, "I died doing something I loved, it was a good way to die." He swallowed and turned his head slightly to look back at Dean, shook his head. "Not thinking much of anything. Let me catch up and I'll tell you." He grinned, lifting his head to slant his mouth over Dean's as well as he could from that angle.

"Mmmm." Slipping his tongue inside the corner of Sam's mouth, Dean smiled. His hand stroked lazily up and down Sam's chest as they managed the kiss somehow. "I like those thoughts. Like 'em a lot." He rested his forehead on Sam's shoulder. "Sam? Carlisle wants to know whether he needs to build a sex romp room for you... a couple miles away." Well, maybe the thought had been directed at both of them, but teasing Sam was too much fun to bypass.

Sam's eyes widened as he looked back at Dean, "He what!?" Sam laid his head down, forehead against the floor as he groaned as if in pain, slowly bringing one arm up to circle his head, burying his face as he blushed a deep shade of crimson. "I'm never going downstairs again."

"Yes you are." Dean hugged him. "You're getting me some of that disgusting cherry pie you have in the fridge." Running his tongue along the side of Sam's neck, he slowly withdrew from his body. "After you catch your breath," he gave a smug laugh.

Sam slowly rolled his forehead against the floor, peeking out at Dean and sighed, "They're all gonna look at me funny," he pouted. Slowly pulling his head up, Sam sighed, "From now on maybe you ought to just gag me. Then they won't hear me.... as much." he frowned, letting himself slump over onto the floor again with a whine.

After a moment, he peeked out at Dean again, "Pie? You want pie?" he quirked a brow, pulling himself up, "You're actually going to eat pie?" he asked him, a small smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth.

"Blech, no." His eyes slid to Sam's. "Maybe I'll just... lick the sauce off you. What? It's red... goes with the vampire stuff." Refusing to admit any liking for it, he sat and pulled himself up.

Sam chuckled, shook his head. "Red... vampire stuff... right. No, I think you're just kinky and want an excuse to pour things on me. Want me to get the maple syrup too? Some whipped cream? Chocolate sprinkles? You could make yourself a Sam sundae." he smirked, barely holding back his snicker.

Dean gave a visible shudder, putting his hands up as if in defense.

Sam waved a hand as he pulled up, "Fine, I'll go." he told him as he slowly pulled to his feet, wishing he could just stay there on the floor with Dean. Looking around the room, Sam quirked a brow, licked his lips. "I guess this means I gotta get dressed again..." his lips curved into a naughty smirk, "Unless you want me to go down like this..."

"Just pull some jeans on, or wrap a towel around your waist. Believe me, even if you go naked, no one will blink... they've seen it all over the years." Course that said nothing about his own feelings on others getting eyefuls of his Sam. Smacking his ass lightly, he added. "Hurry back."

Sam huffed softly as he went to a drawer and grabbed a pair of his jeans he kept at Dean's. There was no way he would have fit into Dean's jeans. Just no way. Slipping them on comando and not even bothering to fasten them, Sam headed for the door. "Yeah yeah," he grumbled, "You and your pie."

As Sam walked down the hall and the stairs his mind started working, wondering about when Dean and his father had been sitting there watching the football game, drinking beers, well, his Dad had been drinking, Dean had just kinda been a life sized coaster for his can.

His forehead wrinkled as he frowned thinking about it, brows drawing together. What had made them so 'buddy-buddy' all of the sudden and what were the replies Dean kept telling his dad, that John never voiced, but kept looking uncomfortable about?

He was on his way back up to Dean's room, those thoughts still heavy on his mind when Alice called out to him, "Everything okay?"

Sam stopped in mid-step, halfway up the stairs and looked back at her, giving her a nod, "Dean wanted pie." he told her, before turning and hurrying up the rest of the stairs, not even seeing the open mouthed shock on Alice's face at his words.
Sam walked into the room, closing the door behind him. He looked back at Dean, still frowning. He licked his lips and tilted his head to the side as he walked over, plate of pie in hand, "What exactly happened to get you and my Dad so 'buddy-buddy' before? And what did you keep answering?" Sam shook his head, "He never said anything out loud, I know you were reading his mind, what was he thinking about?"

"Huh?" He ignored the questions, and patted the bed, so Sam would come sit next to him. "Gimme my pie."

Sam looked at him for a moment, noticed that he wasn't even looking up at him much, his eyes not meeting Sam's own. He clenched his jaw, muscle twitching as he raised his head slightly to that stubborn angle as he walked over to the bed and handed Dean his pie, but remained standing, arms crossing over his chest. Once Dean took the plate, Sam took a step back. "I asked you what was going on with you and my father. What did you keep answering that he wasn't saying, that had him looking miserable."

"Sam, this isn't the time." Letting out a heavy breath, he reached out and grabbed his hand, literally pulling him to the bed. "Just the usual 'dad to person dating his son' type of thing, only with a hunter with rocks the size of Texas."

Sam stumble-stepped to the bed, his arms falling to his sides as Dean pulled him over. He narrowed his eyes at him and shook his head slowly, "No. I don't buy that. My dad doesn't look miserable over my dating... anyone, not even a vampire." he licked his lips, "Cause he kinda had to come to terms with the fact that I was one too, so, uh-uh, try again."

"Maybe it's your dad you should be grilling." His gaze swept over Sam's face, and he was torn. Sometimes ignorance was bliss. "I'm hungry... and getting hungrier," he rubbed the pad of his thumb across Sam's palm, feeling his pulse jump slightly in response.

Sam closed his eyes, bit back the moan that was lodged in his throat. Opening his eyes he cleared his throat, shook his head, "Not gonna work, you're not gonna distract me from this. And if my Dad was here, I would be 'grilling' him. But, he's not, you are. And you're supposed to be the one who loves me enough to tell me anything. So, what's the deal, Dean? What's so bad that you don't want me to know?" he sighed, "Tell me. Please."

"I do love you. I just don't want you freaked out over stupid things. Like you are over the demon blood thing. You... you're worse than me, obsessing about things," he gestured with his arms, trying to find a way to get out of the conversation. "Sit down, Sam. No, make that lay down. So many things I still want to try with you, and the night’s not half over yet."

Sam huffed, "Stupid things?" he thought that was a pretty big thing, but he wasn't going to argue that point right now, there was another matter at hand at the moment.

Slowly, Sam moved to sit on the edge of the bed, one leg hanging off, one curled under him. Sam started to lay back, pull his leg up onto the bed, then stopped, sitting back up again as he shook his head, narrowed his eyes. "No, Dean." his jaw clenched again, chin raising up a notch, "After you tell me, you can do whatever you want to me, with me," he shook his head, eyes still narrowed, "But not until."

"You're blackmailing me?" That irked him. Yeah, he hated not knowing what was in Sam's mind, but Goddamnit, this was different. Sam wasn't used to knowing, so he should be able to handle not knowing. Yeah... that was dumb. Dean rubbed the back of his neck, and looked up.

"Sam." The look in his lover's eyes said he wouldn't relent. Dean's jaw pulsed. "He said ... Goddamit, he said it was my job now to kill you if I had to... if you went evil. That's what he said," he practically shouted, angry at having had to repeat those words.

Sam felt like he'd been sucker punched, the hard look melting off his face, replaced by one of pain as he took in a shakey breath, eyes moist with tears as he hung his head, nodding. He licked his lips, drew in a breath, opened his mouth to speak, then clamped it closed again, knowing he would be unable to control the emotion in his voice if he were to say anything just yet.

Eventually, he turned his head, looking away, toward the bedroom door. "He said that?" the words whisper soft, broken, fighting back the feelings of shock, of horror, of revulsion at himself. His own father had said that, believed that about him... it was possible, that he would become evil... something he had always fought against.

Tilting his head back, Sam gave a harsh laugh, "Bet he's glad he doesn't have to be the one to do it now." Looking over at Dean, he shrugged, "Kinda hard to kill your own kid even if he is evil, I guess."

"Sam..." Dean pulled him into his arms, and held him, the pie forgotten. "I read him. He wanted to believe he could do it, but he never would have. And yeah, he was kinda relieved, but more determined than ever to kill that thing." He brushed Sam's hair out of his eyes. "You're not evil. He doesn't think you're evil, it was just a contingency plan if certain things happened, and they haven't, dammit."

Sam didn't fight Dean as he pulled him into his arms, holding him. Needing something solid to grab onto even as his worst nightmare was coming true.

He pushed away from Dean, drawing back slightly, "What things? What hasn't happened?" Sam asked him, eyes widening slightly, pulse jumping as he looked Dean in the eye.

"I don't know exactly. He thinks the demon will come back and try to influence you somehow. It's not gonna happen, you hear me Sam. Stop it... You have me, you have all of us and your dad to protect you. Nothing's gonna happen, nothing." He closed his iron grip around Sam's wrist, "You can't let this derail you. You're stronger than this. Hell, you walked into a house of blood sucking vampires without a fucking weapon without blinking an eye... this is nothing compared to that. Do you hear me, Sam, nothing."

Sam smiled sadly as he looked from Dean's face to his hand on his wrist, then back again. "House full of sweet blood sucking vampires," he corrected, then shook his head, "there's nothing sweet about yellow eyes." Sam wiped his eyes with the back of his free hand. "I should be out there, hunting him. I have to think about you now, and your family. I don't want anything to happen to you like my Mom."

"Dude, I'm not your mom... I'm not human... I'm almost indestructible. Maybe... it makes sense that you chose me, hmm? Maybe that's why your dad wasn't mad... well he got over it so fucking fast, for someone as stubborn as him." Gruff words, but Dean was gentle as he used his thumb to wipe the rest of Sam's tears away.

"You put a lot of stock into what's going to happen, like it's set in stone. It's not like that, life. You've seen how Alice works, you're the one who told me not to listen, that we could change the ending." He cupped Sam's face and made him look at him. "So, what if the blood the demon fed you was tainted. He intended it to work one way, right? Then seventeen years later you go and do the complete opposite of any hunter's son... you fall for a vamp, and worse, you're vamped. Now what? That curse, that so-called taint, it turned out to be a fucking Godsend. You know what every vampire's holy grail is? To be human-like, and yet keep all the other benefits of being a vampire. Well you got that, Sam. And you changed whatever that demon had planned for you, I feel it in my gut. And if you have any questions about it, we can have Alice keep looking into the future, if that future is going to come, we'll fucking nip it in the bud... find a way and do it, and... and how the hell do you keep getting me to make long assed speeches?"

Sam listened, really listened to Dean, as he sniffled and tried to look away. In the end however, he wound up laughing at Dean before leaning in to press a kiss to his lips. "I like the sound of your voice. You're too quiet." Sam grinned at him.

Dean snorted, holding him close in relief. "Sound of my voice. What else do you like, Sam?"

Sam smiled, as he ran a hand down the side of Dean's face, reached up and threaded his fingers through his short hair. "Mm... I like your lips," he kissed them to prove it, "I like your hands," he placed one over his groin, "I like the way you look at me, especially when you're in the middle of a 'vampire moment'," he smirked, "I like when you drink from me, I love drinking from you," his voice dropped an octave and grew husky. "I like the way your mouth feels on me, I like the way your cock feels in my mouth, like the way you taste, like the way you fuck me, like the way," Sam moved to push Dean back onto the bed, straddling his hips as he did, leaning over him, a wicked glint in his eye as he reached for the plate of pie, "And I like the way you taste with pie on you," he said, chuckling as he drizzled pie juice on Dean's bare chest.

"I planned to eat it off your mouth," Dean pouted, unable to hide his body's reaction to Sam sitting on him. He reached out, hands sliding up and down Sam's jean clad thighs. When Sam moved on top of him, just so, he grit his teeth. "You trying to give me a 'vampire moment?'"

Sam leaned down, a grin pulling at his lips as his own eyes darkened slightly. Kissing Dean's chest where he had drizzled the bright red pie syrup, Sam coated his lips with it, before pulling his head up a little to look at Dean, "Complaining, if I am?" he asked him softly, "Now, lick." he told Dean, leaning his face over Dean's, his lips inches away, so Dean could have what he wanted. "Lick it off there, and maybe we'll find other places for you to lick clean."

Groaning, Dean gripped Sam's face and dragged him lower, making sure he could neither move away, not closer as he stretched his tongue out and slowly licked the sticky stuff off him. It was an acquired taste, but it tasted ten times better in conjunction with Sam’s taste. "You make a damned good 'plate.'" Licking again, he dodged Sam's tongue, grinning at the frustrated sound he made. "Hungry, Sam. You wore me out." Amazing how human he could sound now that he had an almost human boyfriend.

Despite his cock straining against the damn jeans he had yet to remove and despite the teasing way Dean was licking him clean, Sam managed a chuckle as he looked down at his 'vampire everything', "True.. you are old. I forgot," he teased, laughing louder at the look Dean shot him.

"I'll show you old," Dean growled, wrestling him down and pouncing over him. "You can apologize anytime..." he was working Sam's zipper, and there was a glint in his eyes that said he'd have his way, or they would both know the meaning of torture... vampire style.

The sound of Sam's shrieking and laughter filled the downstairs as upstairs two vampire lovers wrestled, only to be followed by the sounds of their loving and cherry pie sauce lickin’.