Fraternal

"So how did it go with your mom?" Nathan asked.



"She still doesn't except us completely, but she understands."



"Did you tell her what happened with Dan?" Nathan asked slowly, his brow furrowing with worry as he met his brother’s eyes, his trepidation and fear blatantly reflected in his gaze.



"Only the parts that wouldn't raise more questions, or have me committed." Lucas said, smiling lightly in an attempt to bring in a little humor in the conversation.



Nathan chuckled.



"I still can't believe Dean and Sam would do that for you…"



"For us," Lucas corrected, raising a smile from them both. One that quickly faded from Nathan’s face as his concern for his lover won out over any sense of mirth.



"Are you sure you want to do this? I mean, I don't want you getting hurt. Your heart..."



"My heart will be fine," Lucas interrupted, "besides, you heard them, I would stay put until the hunts are over if a cure isn't found. I want to do this. I want to be with you, and you want this too." He paused, "Also, it's not like I would be doing nothing, I can help with research or something on whatever you guys would be looking for."



"Always the geek," Nathan replied teasingly with a soft laugh.



"Hey, I like not being academically challenged, thank you very much." Lucas grinned, pleased at the chance to banter with his lover.



"Are you implying something?"



"Nope, not implying anything” he paused, as if for dramatic effect, “Jock boy." Lucas snickered.



Without warning, Nathan quickly pinned Lucas to the bed, with his arms over his head.



"I may be a jock, geek boy, but this jock body has many advantages," Nathan whispered seductively in Lucas' ear.



Lucas shivered at the hot air brushing against the sensitive skin at his nape, the warm caress of lips against his earlobe, sending a sensual shiver down his spine. With a muffled groan, he tangled his fingers through Nathan’s dark hair, drawing the other’s head up to bring his brother’s mouth to his in a heated kiss.



The blonde’s lips parted beneath his invitingly and Nathan deepened the kiss, his hands feverishly running over his lover’s body as he made quick work of zipper and belt, pushing down Lucas’ jeans to grasp the hardness he found there.



“Shit…Nathan!” Lucas moaned fervently, arching into his lover’s touch as Nathan quickly divested them both of any clothing in the way; the sight of the younger’s gloriously naked body stretching out beside him more than enough to send a spike of desire straight to Lucas’s lower extremities. Nathan hadn’t been kidding in any way to the advantages of his athletic physique, and no matter how many times he saw the other man naked, it still brought the same amount of awe and thrill to Lucas’s mind and body.



Nathan smirked, unrepentantly cocky as he took note of the blonde’s obvious admiration, getting down to work as he straddled the shorter teen, rolling his hips against Lucas’ to create a friction that had them both groaning and rocking against each other, desperate for more.



“Damn it, Nate, you’re such a tease,” Lucas bit out, his words strained and rough as he watched the dark head lower, leaving paths of heated kisses down his jaw and neck, continuing down his chest. Talented fingers ghosted around his nipples, lower and lower still until they were lightly caressing his ribcage, his hips, down to his thighs.



With a groan of impatience, Lucas grabbed one of the wandering hands and pressed it between his outstretched legs, eager for so much more. Nathan grinned, bending his head to kiss his lover’s neck as he grasped the rigid flesh in his hand, pleasuring his companion with slow, long strokes that soon had Lucas writhing and bucking against him, groaning his name and begging for more.



And Nathan obliged.



Lucas screamed aloud as Nathan took the swollen shaft into his mouth, setting to work, expertly bringing the blonde closer and closer to the edge. Mindless to anything but that exquisite pressure and the glorious wet warmth enveloping his cock, Lucas thrust against his lover’s mouth again and again, so sensitized already he came hard and fast, bellowing Nathan’s name as he released.



Sweaty and panting, Lucas collapsed against the bed and Nathan wiped his mouth, smiling down at his brother. He found himself breathless with anticipation as Lucas gazed up at him with his eyes hooded in seductive slits, reaching for the raging hard-on between his thighs.



"Hey guys, I think we might've found..." Sam said as he and Dean burst through the door, both stopping short at the scene they found before them.



"HOLY SHIT!" Nathan cried as he tried to cover himself, inwardly groaning at the most inconvenient interruption he could possibly imagine. In his surprise, he tried desperately not to think about the ache between his legs.



Lucas let out a frustrated groan, "You know, there's a process that people go through to alert others of their arrival...it's called knocking. I swear, ever since we met you two, we get interrupted every time we have sex." he said, grabbing Nathan's shirt to cover himself as well, "I think you guys do it on purpose..."



Lucas shifted his gaze between the two Winchesters, "...well, I think he does it on purpose." he said, pointing to Dean accusingly.



"Hey!" Dean cried indignantly.



"Oh come on, you're telling me you’re not a sex fiend. I'm sorry Dean, but your entire being just screams dog in heat." Nathan laughed.



"That's exactly what he is." Sam laughed as well.



"You're not helping me here, Sammy."



"But you are, and you know it." Sam giggled.



"And I'm not the only sexually charged Winchester here." Dean replied with a smug look.



"And I have you to thank for that."



"Hey guys? We're still naked here," Lucas stated, drawing the Winchesters’ attention away from their tiff.



"So? Nothing we haven't seen before." Dean smirked, remembering the countless times already they had walked in on the brothers in a similar compromising position.



"We know. Every time Nate and I are naked, you end up showing up." Lucas glared. He found himself more than fed up at the constant interruptions. Now that Nathan was healed and the drama surrounding Dan was finally quieted, both Scott boys were more than overdue for some private time.



"Yeah, you two have had way too many free peeks," Nathan stated lazily, chuckling.



"Nathan!" Lucas scolded.



"What? It's true. Besides..." Nathan stopped what he said to whisper in his brother's ear. The more the Scott brothers whispered, the bigger the smile spread across their faces, a fact that didn't go unnoticed by the other pair of brothers.



"You think they'll go for it?" Nathan asked when he pulled away from Lucas' ear.



"I don't know." Lucas said while looking at Dean. "Sam might go for it, but Dean would be too much of a coward to do it."



"Do what?" Sam asked.



"Well Nathan thought that he and I should just have sex right in front of you. We figured that if you saw the whole thing play out, you two wouldn't be inclined to constantly interrupt us."



"Also, that turnabout is fairplay, in that we should get the chance to see you two have sex. But we both came to the conclusion that Dean would be too chicken to do it," Nathan finished.



Sam didn't know what to say. Both Lucas and Nathan said they should have sex in front of them, as well as watch him and his brother have sex. He debated on whether or not he should say 'Christo' to make sure they weren't possessed. His thoughts were disturbed however when he noticed Dean undressing himself.



"What the hell are you doing!?" Sam quickly yelled while he locked the door, to make sure no one saw what was going on.



"Come on Sam, they're giving us the opportunity to fuck each other stupid right in front of them," Dean was down to nothing but his boxer-briefs now, "And they did promise a good sex show." Even noticing his Sammy’s shocked expression, Dean grinned unrepentantly.



"Oh you can't seriously be considering this?"



"Do I look like I'm joking?" Dean pointed to his barely clothed self.



"They're just baiting you. Getting to you for disturbing them."



"No, we're challenging him," Lucas piped in.



Sam groaned, "Oh, crap."



"That's right Sammy, and you know I don't turn down challenges. Especially those that involve sex."



"We gathered that much from all the time we spent with you." Nathan smirked.



Sam didn't know what to do. Having sex with Dean in the same room as Lucas and Nathan wasn't on his list of things to do today. Having breakfast, sure. Doing research of any kind, yeah. But going at it while Lucas and Nathan are in the same room, nope, didn't see that one coming. But the more he stared at the nearly naked form of his big brother, the more his defenses were crumbling. And Sam Winchester rule number one clearly states that turning down sex with Dean was not an option, and he'd be damned it he was breaking that rule- or deny sex with Dean.



"I can't believe we're doing this." Sam mumbled as he started to undress himself.



"’Atta boy, Sammy. I knew you'd see reason." Dean grinned.



"Go fuck yourself," Sam snapped back as he led his clothes fall to the floor, and he stood only in his boxers.



"You know, I would if I could. I know I'm well endowed, but not enough to fuck myself. I kinda’ need you for that." Dean replied with a never-ending smirk that did nothing short of infuriate his little brother even more.



"Smug little shit."



"So are we doing this or not?” Nathan interrupted, jittery with impatience, “Because I would like to finish what Lucas and I started."



"So what's stopping you?" Dean asked, cocking his head in the direction of the lovers, his expression one of smug challenge.



"Good question." Nathan responded as he grabbed Lucas into a crushing kiss.



Lucas quickly countered, using Nathan’s distraction to his advantage, pinning him down against the bed as he straddled his hips, pelvises aligning as he rubbed teasingly against the younger. “Jesus, Luke,” Nathan ground out, the strain evident in his voice, “Don’t be such a tease.”



“Turnabout’s fairplay, little brother,” Lucas lightly reminded him, grabbing hold of Nathan’s wrists and effectively pinning the dark-haired man’s hands as he ground down hard, again and again against the younger’s blatant arousal. All the while, Nathan writhed beneath him, letting out a string of curses under his breath that could make a sailor blush. Lucas continued on until he himself could take it no more.



Sam and Dean watched in awe as Lucas and Nathan continued their love making, so consumed in each other the presence of the Winchesters was already forgotten.



"Come on, Sammy, let's go." Dean said in frustration. Watching the pair of brothers next to them was turning him on just as much as Sam did especially when Sam was wearing nothing but those damn hoodies of his.



Sam knew watching Lucas and Nathan have sex was arousing Dean, because they were having the same effect on him as well, if his erection had anything to say about it. He quickly stripped off his and Dean's underwear and pinned his older brother to the bed.



“Impatient, aren’t we?” Dean teased as they collapsed together onto the bed, the mattress loudly protesting the sudden addition of their weight as Sam adopted Lucas’s method of inhibiting his brother’s movement, straddling Dean’s waist.



Sam glared at him, retorting hotly, “Shut up and kiss me already.”



“Gladly.” Dean eagerly obeyed, crushing his mouth over Sam’s with his own rough mix of ardor and raw lust. He flipped them over so he was on top, his tongue greedily delving into Sammy’s mouth, eager to taste everything his lover and brother had to offer. Sam moaned into his kiss, gasping out Dean’s name as the elder wrapped a deft hand around his growing erection, giving it a hard squeeze that had Sam moving against him, trying for any amount of friction to relieve the ache between his legs.



And Dean delivered in full force.



Meanwhile, Lucas continued to grind down against his little brother and Nathan found himself alternating between groans of jolted pleasure and curses directed toward his tormentor. Lucas, hazy in the same fog of need, fixed his mouth hard over his lover’s, taking his explorations lower as his tongue swathed a path down Nathan’s neck, sucking at his racing pulse point. Nathan writhed against him, skin against skin hot and smooth and coated with beads of sweat, bringing them both a pleasure they couldn’t even begin to imagine with anyone else.



He craned his head to the side and caught side of the Winchester brothers thoroughly enwrapped in erotic embrace. His mouth fell open, previously too wrapped up in Lucas to remember their former dare, unable to look away as he found himself enthralled and oddly aroused, even more than before.



Dean’s fingers curled around the erect cock pushing against his hand, consequently coating them in pre-cum. He slid a knee between Sam’s legs, and they obediently fell open as Dean cupped Sam’s ass, inserting his cum-moistened fingers into the rim. His opposite hand continued to stroke Sam, his thumb running from base to tip and back again.



Sam groaned with the double stimulation, his hips arching as Dean scissored his fingers and spread him, hitting that hot spot that had him trembling in pleasured anticipation, all the while stroking his arousal to bring him closer and closer to the edge.



“Fuck, Dean!! Enough already!”



Lucas caught his lover’s inattention, growling with impatience as he shoved hard against Nathan’s shoulder. Nathan blinked up at his brother, momentarily bemused since it was unusual for Lucas to be aggressive…but with the look in blue eyes so like his own, he knew they were both at their limit and needed satisfaction soon. He swallowed hard,



“Yeah?”



“Turn over.”



“Huh, why?”



“Cause I’m going to fuck you ‘til you don’t remember anything but me.”



Dean chuckled, brushing his lips teasingly against Sam’s neck, tracing the shell of his ear with his tongue. “Enough what? Tell me what you want, Sammy.”



Panting harshly, his eyes fluttering as Dean stroked him harder, Sam managed to choke out a reply, “You. I want you.”



“Your wish is my command,” and with that, Dean rolled them both over, keeping a firm hold on Sam’s hips as he let the younger straddle him for balance. Repositioning himself, he thrust forward, impaling himself inside of Sam. The younger Wincester moaned his brother’s name, throwing his head back with the pleasure of finally having Dean inside him.



Lucas gazed down at his lover with darkened eyes, brushing his thumb against Nathan’s weathered cheek, tracing the curve of his nose, and then smoothing over the side of his mouth. Nathan caught Lucas’s fingers in his mouth, running his tongue over the caressing digits as the darkened look in Lucas’s eyes made his intentions more than clear.



Nathan was quick to agree, stretching out on his stomach as he felt Lucas’s wet fingers prodding between his flanks. Lucas pressed against him, his chest against Nathan’s back, and he pressed a light kiss to the brunette’s nape. “Just me, Nate. Don’t think of anything but me.”



There was momentary discomfort as Lucas slid into him, but Nathan did as he has asked, locking eyes with him as the sharp ache came into one more burst as Lucas entered him fully. His breathing was erratic and unsteady as his lover’s weight pressed against the bed, but as his body slowly adjusted to the invasion, a new feeling stirred in his nether regions, an ache that caused him to shift against Lucas restlessly, lifting his hips in an unconscious plea.



Lucas groaned in response, pushing himself forward, awakening a need inside them both as instinct took precedence, and the awkwardness in their slow, jerky movements became the slow, sensuous rhythm of lovemaking. Nathan’s fingers tangled in soft blond hair, arching his back to meet every thrust as Lucas moved inside him, panting breath mingling between them, their heartbeats thundering in a twin cadence like the steady beating of a drum.



A sudden shift in position, causing his lover to delve deeper than before, and his body quivered with a sudden pleasure, beads of sweat blinding his eyes as his legs spread further to encompass Lucas’s own, entwining as they moved as one.



Dean laid back, cupping his hands and bending his arms, supporting Sam’s weight to provide leverage as he led his little brother ride him. Again and again, they crashed together, the only sounds filling the room the insidious protests of the squeaking mattresses, the moans and gasps of the four pleasured men, the perpetual slam of the headboards against the motel wall.



The tight, welcoming heat around him was unbearable, almost too much to handle as his hips lifted again and again to thrust hard, meeting his own needs as well as Sam’s. He allowed himself to be ridden…he wanted to be ridden, taken, to give something back to the little brother he’d always adored so greatly, and Sammy obliged, riding him fast and hard with a feverish rhythm that wouldn’t let either of them hold out for long. Sam was oblivious, lost in the single sensation of the hardened flesh moving inside of him.



Any thoughts of slow, gentle or prolonged lovemaking left Lucas and Nathan’s minds as they moved against one another. Lucas thrust into him again and again with a fervent need, unrelenting as his hips pounded against him with each hard stroke. Nathan was along for the ride one hundred percent, reaching back to claw at Lucas’s shoulders hips, any flesh he could touch as he howled out his pleasure, screaming for more. “Shit. Luke, oh god, more.”



Lucas obeyed, reaching beneath him to give Nathan’s erection a few choice strokes, his eyes fluttering closed as he thrust once more into his brother’s welcoming heat. “Nate…love you.”



Coming into climax, their bodies straining and arching, the world turned white before their eyes.



Dean threw his head back, a strangled cry of, “Christ, Sammy,” escaping him as he climaxed, Sam following his lead a moment later with a breathless scream of his name, coming into release hard and spent.



Nathan’s body slowly calmed as he felt Lucas soften inside him, still moving above him, the younger’s hips lifting to meet the slow, rocking rhythm even after orgasm passed, as his heartbeat slowed and his breath grew steady, his body growing more languid, heavier with satiated satisfaction until they finally collapsed together, arms embracing to hold the other close. “Love you too,” he whispered into Lucas’s ear, earning a soft smile and a kiss from his lover.



Sam collapsed, sated and exhausted, against his brother, and Dean combed his fingers through sweat-soaked brown hair, Sam murmuring a soft sound of pleasure as he absently nuzzled against Dean’s chest, the four of them lying silently in the exhausted aftermath.



"Damn, that was hot." Nathan was the first to speak, surprised himself that he could even find the energy to speak.



"You're telling me," Sam replied, earning a wicked grin in reply from Dean.



"You know, we should do this again sometime," Dean said.



"Definitely," Lucas said, maintaining his hold on Nathan, who winked at him with a sly smile. Lucas rolled his eyes, continuing on, "Hey, before we were interrupted, you guys busted in here saying you found something."



"We might have." Sam got up to retrieve the information he tossed aside a while ago, not caring about his nudity. Dean cocked an amused eyebrow at that, seeing his little brother’s prior modesty and reluctance all but disappeared.



"It's a healing ritual,” Sam continued as he found the object of his search, “It was hard to find consider it has no real name. We almost missed it."



"It's simple really," Dean butted in, "you stand in the center of what is called a protection circle. Normally, protection circles are meant to keep you out of danger against the supernatural.



"But it has been known for other uses as well. In this case, it will protect you from any outside interference that might occur during the ritual, and safely allow the magic to do its job." Sam finished.



"But how will this...magic know what to do?" Lucas asked.



"We write two symbols on you. One goes over your heart, the cause of the problem. The other goes on your stomach, to expel the sickness from your heart. In this case, your HCM."



"Are you sure this will work? This spell or whatever it is, it won't hurt Lucas will it?" Nathan asked. Lucas heard the concern so evident in his tone, and he smiled at the younger teen, grasping the other’s hand for reassurance. Nathan silently thanked him by squeezing his hand in return.



"No. We triple checked. Neither Lucas or anyone else will get hurt." Dean answered, watched relief so evidently flood through the younger man. He could return the sentiment well enough; he’d lost track of the number of times he’d felt that same soul-shaking, sickening fear whenever Sammy got into danger on a hunt.



"There are three parts to the whole process,” Sam told them, unknowingly breaking into his older brother’s reflections, something Dean found himself grateful for, “Part one is where you are standing in the middle of the protection circle while we write the two symbols on your skin. Part two is where either Dean or I would speak an incantation in Latin to allow the magic to work. Finally, after that is done, a lover's touch will be needed for the finalization of the ritual,” the younger Winchester finished, looking towards Nathan while he spoke the last part.



"A lover's touch? What does that mean?" Lucas asked, his forehead creasing with bewilderment. Nathan absently rubbed his arm and Lucas reciprocated by pressing a kiss to his lover’s shoulder, holding him even closer.



"Since Nathan is your lover, he's gotta fuck you to seal the deal," Dean simply stated.