Deadly Temptation

Title: Deadly Temptation Part XXVI
Author: Darkestangel
Summary: The power struggle begins
Author’s Website: www.darknessprevails.com
Comments: darkestangel@darknessprevails.com
Archive: Yes, to Supernatural archive, yes to others with permission
Warnings: crude language, violence, non-con, WINCEST
Pairing: Dean/OMC, Dean/Sam, Dean/John
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: mentions of Pilot, Skin, Home, and Asylum
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to Warner Bros., Wonderland Sound and Vision, McG, Eric Kripke, and Robert Singer. I am only borrowing their characters for my own personal pleasure and no permanent harm will come to them.
Author’s Notes:
1. I tend to write dark slash stories and this one is no exception so consider this as a warning. I decided to add some Wincest into the mix but it is definitely a forced situation.
2. This is Part XXVI of a series and the warnings apply for the series not just for this installment. I began writing this series in November of 2005 after Asylum aired on television.
3. My vampires are inspired by Anne Rice and Joss Whedon.

****************************************************************************************

Port Hope, Canada 5PM

Dean watched wearily as Sicily walked into the living room dressed in her usual black dress; her long red hair draping over her shoulder, “Hello Dean, how did you sleep?”

“Not bad considering I still can’t feel my face.”

Sicily studied the bruise that covered one side of the human’s face, “Good thing Dmitry was just playing with you or he could have taken your head off.”

Dean watched as the female vampire approached the heavy dark grey drapes and pulled them back slightly, “Are you trying to get a suntan?”

Sicily looked out at the snow-covered ground being blanketed by the rays of the nearly setting sun, “Honestly Dean, you believe all those misconceptions about vampires entirely too easy.”

“Actually, I know that you can’t be killed by indirect sunlight, but I know that it can still give you a bitch of a sunburn if you’re not careful,” Dean smugly replied.

Sicily released the drape and turned towards the annoying human, “And how did you figure that one out; you don’t exactly strike me as the smart one of the Winchester family.”

Dean ignored her insult, “Because…I’ve seen Spike travel in daylight when he wants to find Buffy.”

Sicily rolled her eyes in disdain, “I swear to God if I could get my hands on that fucking Joss Whedon I would rip his heart out and feed it to him!”

Dean’s mouth gaped open in shock, “Hey, don’t dis` on the Joss…and what the hell is your problem with him anyway?”

“Well, let me see…the way he has portrayed vampires is ridiculous. He’s made them weak and pathetic…I just wanted to kill them myself and put them out of their misery.”

“They weren’t all weak and sad. What about Angelus and Darla?” Dean asked enjoying seeing the female vampire getting riled up over absolutely nothing of importance.

“Oh, you mean the ‘Scourge of Europe’?” Sicily sarcastically replied. “Dmitry makes those two look like Catholic Nuns on sabbatical.”

Dean looked impressed, “Wow…so what do you think about Lestat?”

Sicily growled showing Dean her fangs. “Don’t even get me started on that one!”

Dean was amused and smiled, “Oh come on, there has to be something you like about him. I mean if you can ignore the whole wanting to be a rock star and the musical you’ll see that Lestat is a pretty intimidating vamp. He can fly, lay in direct sunlight, and talk to the ancients.”

“I didn’t realize you could read,” Sicily grinned. “You must have gotten those books on tape.”

Dean smirked, “Maybe you’re jealous of him. He has powers you’ll never have, and he…”

“I am not jealous of a fictional vampire!” Sicily interrupted. “And I am through having this conversation with you.”

Dean was in one of his aggravating moods and the red-headed bitch was just too easy, “Can I ask you another question?”

Sicily looked closely at the mortal who was sitting on the same Victorian couch where he had been claimed by Dmitry the night before, “As long as I get to ask you one too.”

“Go ahead,” Dean urged.

“Did you like being their whore last night?” Sicily cruelly asked. “Which cock felt better in your ass?”

Dean arched one brow slightly, “Technically, that’s two questions…but I’ll answer them anyway, but only after you answer my question.”

Sicily walked behind the couch and ran her long fingers along the edge brushing her fingers lightly on the back of Dean’s neck, “Fair enough.”

“Do female vampires still have periods?”

Sicily was thrown by the question and jerked her head in surprise. “What the hell...No you fucking idiot!”

Dean sighed in feigned disappointment, “Shit, and here I was thinking that you were just a bitch because you were PMSing and bloated…but now I know the truth; you’re always a bitch.”

Sicily grabbed Dean in a headlock and dragged him over the back of the couch, “Honey, I’ve been nothing but nice to you.” She shoved Dean onto the floor, “Do you really want to play this game Pretty Boy?”

Dean looked up and saw that Sicily was standing above him straddling his hips, “What, you can’t take a little brotherly aggravation?”

Sicily’s mouth twisted in amusement, “Sure I can…as long as you take the retaliation.”

“As long as it doesn’t involve you hitting me, kicking me, or sucking my blood,” Dean smiled.

“You’re no fun,” Sicily teased as she sat down on Dean’s hips grinding herself on the human’s crotch. “I could make you feel like a man again if you want me to.”

“Ouch…that was a low blow Sis,” Dean remarked feeling his body reacting to the beautiful female.

Sicily ran a hand up Dean’s chest, up his neck, and up to his mouth. She traced Dean’s bottom lip with a cool finger, “Speaking of a blow; did I ever tell you how much I enjoyed watching you on your knees sucking Christian off while your brother fucked you raw?”

“Glad you enjoyed it. I should have charged admission,” Dean replied refusing to let the vampire get the best of him.

“Have you ever been with a woman before? Have you ever used that smart-ass tongue to pleasure one?”

Dean laughed shaking his head in disbelief, “Despite what you’ve seen and heard, I am not gay…trust me, I can pleasure a woman.”

“But you do enjoy being with a man as well don’t you?” Sicily asked undoing Dean’s belt buckle.

Dean nervously looked down at the vampire’s hands at his belt, “Do you really think you should be doing that?”

“You think I’m afraid of Christian? He shared you last night with Dmitry and now it’s my turn,” she remarked slipping her hand inside Dean’s boxers. “I want you to show me how well you can pleasure a woman.”

“I’ve actually got a headache,” Dean stated as he reached for her wrist. “Could I get a rain check?”

Sicily squeezed on the hard column of flesh enjoying it when Dean winced in pain, “You would deny me? Choose to be his cunt rather than a real man?”

“Funny, he’s never called me that before,” Dean moaned in discomfort. “And somehow, I think you would make me feel like less of a man than Christian ever could.”

Sicily bent down and licked a long wet streak up Dean’s neck and bruised cheek, “You’re definitely are smarter than you look.”

“What can I say? I’m the complete package,” Dean sneered as he attempted to shove the vampire off of his chest.

“I’m going to hurt you…make you feel so much pain,” Sicily whispered into Dean’s ear.

“That’s original. How long did it take you to come up with that one?” Dean mockingly asked.

“I don’t play nice like my brother,” Sicily warned.

“Get off me you crazy ass bitch!”

“Yes, do!” Christian cried as he picked the female vampire up from the back of the neck and flung her into a wall shattering the plaster and knocking the paintings from the wall. He walked over to his fallen sibling and stomped on the back of her neck smiling when he heard bone crunching, “Do that again I will flay the skin from your bones and leave you locked up with no blood to die a slow agonizing death.”

Dean sat up and looked back and forth at the fighting siblings. He could tell that Sicily was injured from Christian’s attack because it was taking her entirely too much time to move. “Christian, what have you done to her?”

Christian looked down at his sister and kicked her in the side, “I snapped her neck.”

“And she’ll recover from that?” Dean asked in disbelief.

Christian reached out for Dean and pulled him to his feet, “Three or four nights, as long as I allow her to have blood.”

Dean looked down at the female vamp who was lying completely still on the floor staring at the human in anger, “She’s going to be mad at me when she recovers, isn’t she?”

“Don’t worry about her Dean. She will never touch you again unless I give her permission,” Christian replied. “Let’s forget about her. I came here to take you to Dmitry.”

Dean swallowed in fear, “He wants me so soon?”

Christian lightly caressed Dean’s bruised face, “He won’t hurt you unless you refuse.”

Dean returned his attention to the paralyzed vampire on the floor, “Would Dmitry let you destroy her; not give her the blood to recover?”

It would be in my right to do so,” Christian explained. “She touched you without my permission.”

“But without her you wouldn’t even be here, right?”

Christian placed his hand on the back of Dean’s back and began pushing him out of the living room, “That is true, but she crossed a line and must be punished for it.”

“A little strict don’t you think?”

Christian felt his nostrils flaring, “Why must you always question me?”

Dean could see the anger in the vampire’s blue eyes and decided it best to back down from the inevitable confrontation, “I don’t mean to…I’m just curious by nature.”

Christian shoved Dean up against the hall wall, “You might want to get that annoying habit under control. I’ve killed my own creations for far less.”

“I’ll try,” Dean whispered watching as the vampire’s face inched closer to his own.

Christian softly kissed the human’s lips, “Good boy…now, let’s go see that Sire of mine.”


***********************************************

Canton, Ohio-5PM

Sam stood at the register paying for the Cokes, sandwiches, and chips watching as his dad pumped gas into the Impala. They had decided to stay on Interstate77 heading north hoping that they would be able to pick up the trail. There had been news in Buffalo of a woman being mauled by some sort of creature but the autopsy was still pending. There had also been a mysterious death of a man who somehow bled to death but had no visible marks indicating how the blood had been extracted from his body in Dayton, and under normal circumstances, it would had been something they would have investigated further, but at the moment they had decided to drive up towards Buffalo until they knew better.

Neither man had been talkative on the trip because they were both working things out in their heads. John was trying to figure out exactly how he felt about the possibility of Sam and Dean being involved in a sexual relationship, while Sam was trying to figure out exactly when he lost control of his urges. Every time he looked over at his father he saw blood and facial disfigurement, and he could still feel how his father’s crushed face felt under his hands and it made his hands tremble in fear.

Sam walked out of the convenience store and walked over to the Impala, “Are you sure we’re making the right decision on which way to head?”

John topped off the fuel tank, placed the nozzle back on the over-priced pump, and closed the tank on the Chevy, “Sam, it’s the best lead we have so far.” John walked around to the driver’s side and opened the door, “Hopefully, they will do an autopsy of that woman in Buffalo and we’ll know something then.” Both men crawled into the Chevy and John turned the ignition bringing Dean’s baby to life, “If they don’t do an autopsy…I guess we’ll be visiting another morgue.”

“God, I hate those places. I would be happy if I never saw another morgue again,” Sam shuddered. “The smell alone is enough to make me want to puke…throw in a butchered dead body and I’m a goner.”

John nodded in understanding pulling back onto the highway, “Unfortunately, it’s a necessary evil and fighting evil is what we’re good at.”

Sam looked out his window watching the trees rush by. “Dad…about what we talked about last night.”

John looked at Sam and frowned, “I don’t want to talk about it anymore. That’s the agreement we made.”

Sam rubbed his nervous hands onto his jeans, “I know we did, but I had an intense dream last night that really shook me up.”

“It wasn’t the usual fantasy dream you’ve been having lately?” John asked in confusion.

Sam refused to look at his father, “No, it was violent…I hurt him, and you.”

John looked back and forth between the road and Sam, “What did you do to him?”

“You don’t want to hear the details, trust me.”

John clenched the wheel in anger; not anger at Sam, but at the vampire who had started all this doubt in Sam’s mind, “Why are you telling me this if you don’t want to give me details?”

San finally looked at his father, “Imagine the worst thing I could possibly do to Dean and you’ll know why I’m telling you this, but Dad…, it’s what I did to you that really has me upset at the moment.”

John could imagine all kinds of things Sam could do to Dean, but rape was the one that was most likely in the dream, “Let me guess, you were hurting Dean, I tried to stop you, and you attacked me.”

Sam snorted, “More like killed you with my bare hands until you stopped breathing.”

John struggled to wrap his head around the idea of his own son murdering him. “Sam…what the hell?”

Sam shrugged, “I guess my subconscious sees you as a threat, you want to keep Dean away from me, and so it got rid of you.”

“You fucking killed me Sam…doesn’t that concern you?”

“Of course it does…Dad, you have to promise me that if I start losing control of myself that you’ll stop me,” Sam pleaded.

“I thought you said you could control your urges around Dean?” John clarified. John looked at Sam who was looking out the window once again, “Sam, answer me. Can you control yourself or not?”

“I don’t know,” Sam barely whispered. “I’m scared of what I’m capable of.”

John sighed in worry. The hunt for Dean had just become even more complicated. Now John would have to worry about their reunion with his oldest son; worry about Sam’s reaction to seeing Dean again, “Don’t worry Sammy. I got more than enough control for us both. We’re going to find Dean and work through all this drama together.”

“I hope so,” Sam mumbled softly.

John brows furrowed in concern at Sam’s uncertainty. “Me too Son…me too.”

***********************************************

Port Hope, Canada-5PM

Christian, dressed in his usual black attire, escorted Dean into Dmitry’s office closing the door behind them. Dean casually looked around the room noting the expensive artwork on the wall, the large mirror hanging above Dmitry’s large desk, and the fireplace in the corner. Dean noted to himself that this was the room that Dmitry preferred. It was his haven away from his family and the other outside nuisances.

Dmitry stood up from his desk and welcomed both Dean and Christian into his domain, “Christian…what was that noise I heard? It sounded like you tried to kill your sister again.”

Christian shrugged innocently, “I just broke her neck; she’ll be fine in a few days.”

“What did she do to you this time?” Dmitry asked approaching Dean. “Did she try to have her way with this one?”

“She said she wanted to make a man out of me,” Dean stated letting his eyes roam over Dmitry’s physique. The older vampire exuded sex-appeal and charisma, and Dean couldn’t help but to be drawn to the dark hair, the muscular build, and the intense eyes which beckoned him to submit. “She figured that after last night I was an open playground.”

Christian didn’t miss the obvious infatuation Dean had for his Sire and while part of him had expected the connection to form between the two beings, another part of him wanted to take Dean away from Dmitry before the older vampire claimed Dean as his own. “Dean thinks that I was too harsh on her. What do you think Dmitry; was I too severe?”

Dmitry blatantly leered at Dean’s body, “Your actions were perfectly justified.” Dmitry admired the tight jeans and the black t-shirt that hugged the human’s body, “I bet you would look incredible in leather.”

“I’m sure I would, but I don’t really have anywhere to wear it in my line of work, so I’ve never invested in pants, but I do have a jacket.” Dean confidently responded.

Christian looked back and forth between Dean and his Sire sensing that he might lose the mortal if he didn’t react quickly to the mental connection Dmitry was making with Dean, “You wanted me to bring Dean in to use the phone, remember?”

Dmitry’s eyes darted in irritation at his Childe who was obviously trying to interrupt his interaction with the mortal, “Yes, of course I did.” The older vampire walked over to his desk, opened a drawer, and pulled out a cell phone, “This phone will be untraceable. I picked it off some poor woman in Rome last month.”

Dean looked at the cell phone in confusion, “What do you want me to do?”

“I believe we had a bargain remember?” Christian asked.

“You want me to call my dad? Has it been five days already?”

“No,” Christian began taking the phone from Dmitry. “But, as part of our bargain, I sent some help to them today since it’s the third day…and guess what my help found?”

Dean smiled proudly, “They had escaped and are now tracking me.”

“I don’t particularly care for your arrogant tone Dean,” Christian warned. “If they come after you…they will die. Do you understand that?”

Dean nodded in understanding, “So you want me to call them and what?”

Dmitry stepped closer to Dean and placed his strong hand on Dean’s shoulder, “We need to know where they are and how much you know about your location.”

The older vampire was close enough so that Dean could feel his silky black shirt on his arm. Dean shuddered in memory of the night before, “I don’t know anything.”

“I told you,” Christian stated.

Dmitry licked his lips slowly, “Yes, you were absolutely right.”

Dean looked between the two vampires filled with anxiety. “What?”

“I told him you were a beautiful liar,” Christian whispered into Dean’s ear.

Dmitry moved his hand down to rest on Dean’s chest feeling the thumping of the mortal’s nervous heart, “There is nothing to be afraid of Dean if you tell us the truth.”

“Fine, give me the phone,” Dean demanded.

“Excellent,” Dmitry purred as Christian handed Dean the phone.

Dean dialed his father’s phone and as usual got the familiar voice mail, “Dad, for once I wish you would answer your fucking phone.” Dean ended the call and handed the phone back to Christian. “He wasn’t picking up.”

Christian laughed softly, “This isn’t jail Dean. You do get more than one call.”

Dean looked at the phone in disgust and sighed heavily, “I don’t want to talk to him.”

“He’s your brother Dean. You’ll have to forgive him eventually,” Christian advised. “He really wasn’t completely himself that night.”

Dean shook his head in denial, “I think Sam was into more than he is willing to admit, and I would appreciate it if we didn’t talk about that night anymore.”

Dmitry knew exactly what night they were referring to and smiled, “And your brother’s desire for you upsets you?”

“Only slightly more than this whole situation,” Dean sneered.

Dmitry put a long finger underneath Dean’s chin and forced him to look up, “Check that attitude…I wouldn’t want to have to discipline you.”

Instead of burying himself deeper in shit, Dean pulled his chin away and took the phone from Christian, “Fine, I’ll call Sam.” In two rings, Dean heard the other line pick up.

Sam looked at the caller ID which read ‘Caller Unknown’ and debated on answering it, but he was hoping that Dean would eventually call, “Hello?” Silenced followed, “Hello?”

“Sam,” Dean forced out.

Sam’s eyes opened wide, “Dean?”

John looked at his son, “Give me the phone Sam.”

“Dean, are you okay? Where are you? Have they hurt you?” Sam hysterically asked.

Dean felt his eyes burning, tears threatening, “I’m okay…how about you and Dad?”

“Give me the phone Sam,” John ordered wanting to not put either one of his sons in a situation they were not ready for. “Sam?”

“We’re okay…, but Dad wants to talk to you,” Sam reluctantly agreed.

John took the phone from Sam, “Dean...God, it’s so good to hear from you, are you hurt?”

Dean chin trembled when he heard his father’s voice, “Nothing I can’t handle.”

John could hear through his son’s false bravado; Dean was in trouble, “Do you have any idea where you are?”

Dmitry and Christian looked at each and then back to Dean. “Tell him everything you know, “Dmitry whispered into Dean’s ear.

“I was asleep the whole time, but I do know that we went through Buffalo,” Dean began.

Dmitry’s brow arched in curiosity, “What else do you know?”

John heard the hesitation on Dean’s end wondering if the vampires were forcing him to feed them erroneous information, “Dean…Son, talk to me.”

“We’re on a lake; I’m guessing Lake Erie since we went through Buffalo, and there’s snow here, and we’re in a Victorian house,” Dean explained.

“What else?” John pleaded. “Are you still in the States or Canada?”

“I’m not sure,” Dean began. “But, the house is grey with vertical planks, and…”

“That will be quite enough Dean,” Christian informed the human. The vampire took the phone from Dean and placed the phone at his ear, “Hello John.”

John clenched the phone in his hand, “I want my son back!”

“That wasn’t part of the deal, a deal which you broke by the way. I would love to know how you two escaped, but my time is limited,” Christian replied. “Let me talk to Sammy.”

“No!” John exclaimed. “You’re not fucking with his head again.”

“John, don’t you realize that the closer you get to me the heavier my influence becomes,” Christian teased. “Do you really think you could handle Sammy if I influenced him to do something horrible like…oh, I don’t know…kill you?”

John felt his hands shaking in anger, “You son-of-a-bitch, leave him alone!”

“But it’s so much fun,” Christian laughed. “Paybacks a bitch, isn’t it?” Christian reached out and caressed Dean’s neck with his cool long finger, “Now, let me speak to Sam unless you want Dean to pay for your defiance.”

John reluctantly handed the phone to Sam, “Don’t listen to him.”

Sam hesitantly pressed the phone to his ear, “What do you want?”

“Had any good dreams lately?” the vampire snickered.

Sam closed his eyes and rubbed his hand on his face in frustration, “That was you?”

Christian watched as Dmitry kissed Dean’s neck, “Sammy, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Sam knew that vamp was lying, “Are you trying to make me lose my mind?”

Dmitry slid Dean’s t-shirt up his body and over his head, “Something like that.” Christian was enthralled watching as his Sire’s fingers caressed Dean’s naked torso, “Sweet dreams Sam.”

“Wait…no, don’t you fucking hang up on me!” Sam roared. Sam tossed the his phone onto the dash, “Step on it. We’ve got a vampire to torture.”

John pressed down on the accelerator determined to get to Buffalo and Lake Erie as soon as possible. Neither man spoke as they raced closer to the vampire. The vampire who had much more control over Sam than either man wanted to admit.


*******************************************

Christian unbuckled Dean’s belt as his Sire continued to pinch and tease the human’s nipples, “How did you know about Buffalo?”

Dean looked down and watched as Christian pushed his jeans down and reached inside his boxers to grasp his hardness, “I accidentally overheard those two knuckleheads you call Michel and Marco talking about a woman they had killed and left on the top of a gas station.”

Dmitry released Dean’s body, “Get undressed and stand in the center of the room.”

“Why?” Dean asked.

Dmitry pushed a button on his desk, “Because I told you to do it and I don’t like having to ask twice.”

Christian looked nervously as Dean undressed and Dmitry summoned the twins to the office, “Dmitry, please don’t blame Dean for this. It’s not his fault that he knew about Buffalo.”

Dmitry looked over at the human who was in the process of pushing his boxers down, “Don’t worry Christian…I’m not going to hurt him. I just want him to see what happens to vampires who don’t behave their Sires.”

Dean stood completely naked with his arms at his sides, “I think that the neck snapping incident was enough show for me.”

Dmitry looked at the vision of perfection and sighed in appreciation, “When I’m through with these two, I want to see those lips of yours wrapped around my cock.”

Christian stepped closer to Dean as if to claim his possession, “Mine too.”

Dmitry was thrilled by Christian’s insecurity, “Trying to stake your claim Christian?”

Dean watched the vampires in silent understanding. Christian was challenging Dmitry’s power. This power struggle could work in his benefit if he could plant the seeds of mistrust and jealousy between them, “Guys, as much as this whole ‘staking your claim’ is flattering to me, there’s no reason to fight over me. I have plenty to go around.”

Christian growled, “I don’t like sharing.”

“You shouldn’t have brought your new toy here if you didn’t want me to play with him,” Dmitry warned.

Christian pushed Dean down to his knees and pushed his own pants down below his hips, “You can play if you ask for my permission.”

Dmitry watched as his Childe forced his thick long cock into the human’s warm mouth, “I’ll ask…but be warned, never tell me no.”

The power struggle was interrupted by the twins who stared in fascination as their brother fucked the pretty mouth they had been fantasizing about for days. “You called for us Sire?” Michel asked licking his lips as he watched the slick dick pumping in and out of the eager mouth.

Dmitry smiled in amusement as the twins enjoyed the show, “You like what you see?”

Marco chewed on his bottom lip and shook his head, “That’s fucking hot.”

Christian looked down at Dean who had his eyes opened, “You’re such a good little cocksucker.”

“Choke him on it,” Michel encouraged. He watched as Christian pushed on the back of Dean’s head gagging the human with his mammoth erection, “Fuck that sweet mouth good.”

Dmitry walked over to Christian and Dean, “May I join in?”

Christian knew he didn’t have a choice, “Of course.”

Marco and Michel watched as their Sire pushed his black leather pants off his hips and placed his hard prick on Dean’s cheek. “Look at him…he fucking loves sucking cock, doesn’t he?” Marco excitingly asked.

Christian released his hold on Dean’s head and watched as Dean pulled off his steel-hard rod and placed his well-fucked lips around Dmitry’s cock. “That’s it baby…you’re such a slut for cock,” Christian moaned.

Marco and Michel watched as the two vampires took turns fucking Dean’s mouth; both fighting to claim Dean’s mouth as their own. Marco rubbed at his own crotch, “You want to join in on the fun?”

Dmitry pulled his eyes from Dean’s swollen lips, “Don’t even think about it…stay the fuck where you are.”

Dean sucked at Dmitry’s throbbing cock while he stroked Christian’s at the same time. He took turns sucking and stroking each of the vampire’s off trying to please them both so he wouldn’t be punished along with Michel and Marco. He placed both of their cocks together and licked eagerly at both heads, sucking both thick heads into his mouth. He could hear all four of the vamps moaning in pleasure and begging for more, so he pulled back, spat on the swollen cocks, and recaptured both of the slopping wet dicks back into his mouth.

Dmitry arched his neck backwards, “Going to cum all over that pretty face...you’re so fucking good.”

Christian watched as his Sire pulled away from Dean’s mouth and pumped his cool dead seed onto Dean’s bruised cheek. Droplets of spunk clung to Dean’s nose and freckles, “Open your mouth wide…Stick your tongue out.”

Dean relaxed his mouth and let Christian shoot his milky spunk onto his tongue and inside his mouth. He instinctively wiped at Dmitry’s cum on his face with his fingers and sucked them clean, “Did that please you both?”

Christian and Dmitry smiled at each other and down at Dean. “Very much so,” Christian informed Dean helping the human to his feet. “Now it is time for tonight’s other entertainment to begin.”

Michel and Marco were both hard as a brick from the performance and wanted nothing more than to fuck the pretty human too, but they both could tell by their Sire’s demeanor that they were in trouble. “Is their something wrong?” Michel asked Dmitry.

The oldest vampire fastened his leather pants and sauntered over towards the twins, “Remind me again why I created you.”

Marco swallowed hard in fear, “You loved us?”

“That’s not it,” Dmitry prompted.

“You wanted to fuck twins for eternity,” Michel smiled innocently.

Dmitry reached inside his desk, “That would be part of it I suppose, but still…that’s not really a good reason to give someone eternal life.”

Christian left Dean to his own accord and walked over towards his brothers, “Think long and hard boys, why would Dmitry make you vampires?”

Dean quietly began getting dressed but stopped when Dmitry shot him a discouraging look. “Sorry,” he replied dropping his boxers back on the floor.

Satisfied that Dean would remain naked, Dmitry returned his attention back to his incredibly careless creations, “I made you so you could serve me in every way possible; sexually, manual labor, and affection, and in return I gave you eternal life and protection, and all you had to do was follow my rules.”

Marco and Michel watched wearily as their stronger brother stood behind them. “But what rule did we break?” Michel asked.

“You broke our number one rule twice in three days,” Dmitry hissed. “How many times have I told you two to control your cravings and to dispose of the bodies so they cannot be found?”

Marco and Michel looked at each other in understanding. “I told you we were screwed,” Michel moaned.

“I have forgiven you of such offense on numerous occasions due to your relatively young age, but your carelessness has brought the hunters closer to us,” Dmitry began. He pulled from behind his back a pair of needle-nose pliers, “You will never make that mistake again, will you?”

Marco began to panic as Christian held onto his shoulders, “Please Sire, don’t!”

“You will take your punishment,” Christian stated.

Dmitry looked at Marco and understood his fear, “This must be done to teach you a lesson. Let’s hope you haven’t brought the Winchesters down on us.”

Marco wanted to cover his mouth, refuse his Sire access, but he knew that he had messed up, “I understand Sire.”

Dmitry placed the pliers at the Marco’s left fang, “I will only take this one from you, and I will take the right one from Michel.” Dmitry squeezed on the pliers and yanked the fang out of Marco’s mouth ignoring the screams of agony coming from his Childe. “That will put you out of commission for a couple of weeks; perhaps a month.”

Dean watched in horror as the Master vampire ripped out Marco’s left fang and moved to disfigure Michel as well. He closed his eyes as Dmitry twisted and yanked at Michel’s fang because the sound alone was like hearing fingernails scratching on a chalkboard.

Dmitry licked the blood off the pliers admiring his handiwork. “Now, if you dare to kill anyone else while you are visiting me, I will take the other fang as well, of course assuming that you two idiots could actually figure out how to drain a human with one fang.”

Marco and Michel held a hand over their bleeding mouths. “We’re sorry Sire,” they both mumbled behind their hands.

Christian felt absolutely no pity for his bumbling brothers, “Good…now, if you don’t mind, I need for you to go into the living room and take your sister to her bedroom so that she can heal properly.”

Dmitry watched as the twins left the office and exchanged a knowing glance with Christian. They both knew that the Winchesters were going to be trouble. They would eventually find the house; the question was would they run or stay and fight? Dmitry walked over to the naked human and grasped Dean’s cock in his hand, “I need you to tell me more about your family.” Dmitry looked intently into Dean’s eyes, “Tell me everything I need to know about their weaknesses and strengths.”

Dean closed his eyes trying to push Dmitry’s presence out of his mind, “I won’t betray my family.”

Dmitry smiled and continued stroking Dean’s eager prick, “You don’t have a choice Dean. I can make you do anything I want…I want you to cum in my hand now.” Dmitry felt Dean trembling as the orgasm was ripped from his body unwillingly. He caressed Dean’s face tenderly as the human jettisoned his warm spunk onto his hand, “Now about those strengths and weaknesses…”

Part XXVII coming soon
Feedback is appreciated and is motivating:
darkestangel@darknessprevails.com