Fraternal

"So when do we do this...ritual?" Lucas asked.

"Whenever you want to, I guess,” Sam replied absently, turning his attention back to the papers he shuffled through in his hands.

Lucas sighed, rubbing his forehead in a tired gesture before he responded with an air of forced nonchalance. "I think the sooner we get this over with, the better."

"Are you sure?" Nathan questioned, apprehension coloring every word as his hand squeezed Lucas’s painfully hard, his face paling though he tried not to let all his worry show.

Lucas smiled, brushing back stray dark hair from Nathan’s eyes before pressing a light kiss to the younger’s temple, whispering his reply. "Yeah, I’m sure."

Nathan searched his eyes, found the certainty Lucas strived to convey and he sighed, finally nodding his assent. Lucas smiled softly, kissing him hard on the mouth before lying back against the bed, their entwined hands resting against Nathan’s stomach as he draped an arm around the brunette’s waist.

"Where would be a good place for this?" Lucas continued, looking toward Dean for his answer.

Dean tilted his head in Lucas’s direction and shrugged. "Well...since we have this beach house to ourselves, here should be fine."

Lucas was silent, indecisive tension and dozens of what ifs, dangers and possible ramifications of this haphazard plan of theirs clouding his thoughts, tightening his throat and invading his peace of mind. He sighed and nodded nonetheless.

He stood, preparing to walk over to Sam in hopes of some sort of distraction. As he rose to his feet, he looked at everyone in the room, and suddenly realized the situation they were all in.

"Does it strike anyone as odd that all of us are still naked?" Lucas asked while unconsciously looking at everyone's naked form, his face flushing as he realized his error, quickly averting his eyes.

"Nope,” Dean commented flippantly as he grinned, stretching out on the bed with his arms behind his head, proudly showing off.

"Figures," Sam muttered, equally embarrassed as Lucas as he realized their predicament, shaking his head at his brother’s display as he searched for his own clothes.

"What?" Dean asked, feigning innocence as he looked around the room, "There's nothing wrong with being naked. Right, Nate?" He smirked, cocking an eyebrow in question.

"Right." Nathan smirked back, stretching languidly as he flopped down onto the bed, placing himself in the same position next to Dean.

Lucas and Sam looked at their brothers, back at each other, and shared an exasperated sigh. "I find it scary that they’re so alike," Lucas said as he and Sam both finished dressing.

"Tell me about it." Sam retorted, sending the evil eye in the direction of the naked Winchester and Scott duo.

"Fuck you, geek boy." Dean replied, chuckling as his little brother only glared at the elder’s juvenile display.

Nathan laughed, pleasantly surprised at the name calling. "You call him that too?"

"And they say we're alike." Dean chortled, both men breaking into laughter that had their siblings/lovers indignantly ignoring them.

"Alright well, you two have fun. Lucas and I are going to get everything set up." Sam turned to Lucas, "You ready?"

"Sure." Lucas shrugged as he and Sam left their nude brothers alone.

Satiated and pleasantly languid after him and Lucas’ lovemaking, Nathan stared unseeingly at the ceiling above him through hooded eyes, stretching out contently against the rumpled bed sheets. "Thanks for doing this for him,” Nathan said quietly, his voice breaking the silence between the two.

"No problem." Dean responded, making a dismissive gesture with his hand, his eyes closed and his response little more than a sleepy mumble.

Nathan looked at Dean for a moment, contemplating whether or not to broach the topic on his mind, "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure." Lazily opening one eye, Dean turned to Nathan.

"Why are you doing this? Why do you want us to join you guys so much?"

Dean thought about it for a moment. He could just give him a bullshit answer, but he figured Nathan deserved the truth. Especially after everything he and Lucas just went through. After all, the four of them would be living together from now on, and eventually the Scott brothers would discover the truth anyways.

"Honestly?"

"Honesty would be nice."

"It's more for Sammy really." Dean immediately saw the confusion and hurt in Nathan's eyes, and quickly responded, "Don't get me wrong, I enjoy your guys' company, and it would definitely make things a lot more interesting with you around.”

He paused; sighed. "But I can tell Sammy's a bit lonely with just the two of us. Personally, it doesn't affect me as much as it does him. My entire life has revolved around my dad, my brother, and myself, so I'm accustomed to it. But Sam has always wanted more out of life outside of hunting, ya know? Always tried to obtain some semblance of a normal life. With you guys with us, Sammy will be happier. And I'll take Happy Sam over Brooding Sam any day."

"What about your dad?"

"What about him?"

"It seems like there is some animosity between him and Sam. I kinda gathered that much back when we first met, when Sam and Lucas were talking."

"Well, as soon as Sam hit puberty, he took teenage rebellion to a whole new level. Thus, he and our dad ended up clashing repeatedly. They never agreed on anything. Dad was obsessed with the hunt, and Sammy was tired of it. He wanted to experience things kids his age usually do, instead of what we were trained to do. A critical point was reached between them when Sam got accepted into Stanford. He waited until the last possible moment to tell us. I wish he didn't wait so long to tell us, but I understood his reason."

"What was it?"

"Sam knew that Dad would have done everything he could to stop him. They got into a huge fight, and Sam was told never to come back."

"Damn. Still, I would've taken your dad any day over mine."

"After what you told us about Dan? I don't doubt it. Both of them are very similar though, now that I think about it."

"What did your dad do when he found out about your relationship with Sam?" Nathan asked, forehead creasing with disconcertion as he flashed back to Dan’s reaction. Just the memory was enough to nauseate him.

"Naturally, he was pissed. Started going off on me about corrupting my baby brother. Saying brothers aren't suppose to fuck each other, and normally that would be true...but a good friend of his, Missouri, who you and Lucas will probably meet sometime down the road, that Sam and I were soul mates, destined to be together. Despite being related.”

Dean smiled lightly, glad to be reminded of something that brought happiness into his life before his mood suddenly sobered. “But John Winchester is unbelievably stubborn and close-minded, even though he hunts demons and spirits for a living. Once again, Sam and he were at odds over it. The final straw for Sam came when our dad tried to force me to abandon Sam and join him on the hunt." Dean got quiet, and Nathan realized that this was hard for him to talk about. He kept silent, leaving the older man to his thoughts as long as needed.

Sam had mentioned that both he and Dean sacrificed something important to them, in order to be together, when all four of them first met. With Sam, it was his last chance to have a normal life. For Dean...it was his relationship with his father.

Dean rubbed a hand over his face, seeming strangely vulnerable for just a flash of a moment before his expression blanked and he continued on tonelessly. "I knew Sam was worried I would choose Dad over him. Sam couldn't understand why I blindly followed every order Dad ever gave me. Personally, I couldn't tell you myself. Dad always had this kind of power over me, and he didn't hesitate to use it at that moment. He was so confident that I would do things his way. He was undeniably shocked when I picked Sam over him."

"Did Sam make you choose?"

"No. He didn't want to. If there is one thing I can't do, it’s say no to Sammy, and he knew it. He understood that if he made an ultimatum of his own, no matter how loyal I was to our dad, I would have chosen Sam. But that wasn't what he wanted."

Nathan’s lips pursed, his expression clouded with quizzical incomprehension. "I don't understand."

"Sam wanted me to make the choice on my own. He knew that if I had made my decision on my own, it would be because I wanted it, not because I was being forced to, which was what our dad was trying to do. Influencing me through my loyalty to him to give up my relationship with Sam."

Nathan sat there staring at Dean. He could sympathize. Dan Scott was probably the world’s least likely candidate for father of the year, but this John Winchester was something else. He knew that if Dan had put him in the same exact situation as John did his boys...Lucas would always be his choice. Though he was sure Dan would have reacted in his own macabre sort of way, more than likely have killed him and Lucas afterwards.

"Obviously, I had chosen Sam,” Dan continued, “I loved him too much to give up. I mean, I practically raised him on my own. Dad was usually gone. And during those times of absence, was when both my brother and I got closer, more intimate. Dad said some pretty horrible things to me, and that pissed Sam off. So much so, in fact, that Dad found himself at the end of Sam's gun."

Nathan was shocked to say the least. Whatever his impressions of Dean’s little brother, Sam Winchester didn’t seem to be the type. Then again, if anyone- something their own father, no…more like sperm donor, was more than guilty of- threatened his relationship with Lucas, he wouldn’t think to retaliate come hell or high water.

"Well...at least you can take comfort in the fact that he didn't physically assault you, right?" Nathan commented with an unconscious grimace, referring to his own father's cruelty.

Dean then suddenly remembered the condition Nathan was in when they first met. No, John Winchester didn't abuse him physically, verbally yes, but never anything to the vicious degree he and Sammy had found Nathan in. And he would definitely made sure hell would freeze over first before John even laid one finger on his Sammy.

Although John is technically more dangerous than Dan Scott, Nathan and Lucas' father was pure evil. Dan did whatever he could to get his way by any means necessary, even if it means beating his own son to near death, and threatening to kill both his sons, just so they wouldn't ruin his image. A man like Dan doesn't deserve to walk this earth, and Dean was secretly glad Dan met his end so viciously at the hands of a werewolf. It seemed fitting really. He could tell Lucas felt the same as well. The dark satisfaction mixing with absolute loathing in the elder Scott’s expression whenever their father was mentioned was proof enough of that.

Dean stared at the ceiling, contemplating the trail of his thoughts. Such a thing should seem disturbing on some level, he knew, but in the end, it just seemed justified. In a way he and Sammy had never been able to experience, the world no longer provided any kind of shield to Nathan and Lucas. Whatever naiveté and boyhood innocence might have lingered with the fact neither boy was not yet twenty had long since been ripped away.

"Yeah, I guess,” he found himself replying slowly, cocking his head in the dark-haired teen’s direction.

"Even though it cost you your relationship with your father, do you believe you made the right choice in choosing Sam?"

Dean smiled, "Absolutely."

"Hey," A voice said, cutting into the conversation so that both men turned to see Lucas leaning against the doorway. "Sam says he's about finished with the preparations."

"Okay." Dean said simply, showing no intention of relinquishing his comfortable position spread out upon the bed, proudly nude beside Lucas’ lover. Lucas eyed Nathan’s bare body and shook his head, unable to hold back a grin.

Lucas stood there for a moment before speaking, "I can't believe you two are still naked." He smirked, clearly enjoying the sight.

"So? Since the both of you are coming with us, chances are, there will be numerous opportunities on seeing each other naked...and I mean numerous, since we'll be confined to such close quarters all the time." Dean returned his smirk, "That...and Sam and I have sex a lot."

"And besides, the final part of this ritual requires you to receive a lover's touch...my touch," Nathan smiled, "so there's really no sense in getting dressed now, if I'm just gonna get undressed in a couple minutes," he paused, glancing over at his bedmate, then added, "I don't know what his excuse is."

"I just enjoy being naked." Dean grinned, "And seeing me naked gets my Sammy all hot and bothered. And when that happens...I get sex." he laughed, images of an adorably flustered Sammy dancing through his mind.

"So what you're saying is that expect a lot of nudity?" Lucas surmised, cocking an eyebrow with dry amusement

"Hell yes!" Dean said proudly.

"Great,” Lucas said blandly, unenthused.

"Don't be complaining Luke, chances are, we'll be naked right there with them." Nathan chuckled, leering in a way that had his blonde lover certain his mind was already conjuring up fantasies of an X-rated nature.

Before Lucas could respond, all three of them heard Sam from the other room, "Guys, I'm done."

Nathan and Dean followed Lucas into the living room. They saw that the furniture was pushed aside to allow room for the protection circle that was clearly and carefully drawn on the floor with what looked like white chalk.

"Okay, Lucas, just take off your shirt and Dean and I will..." Sam gapped at Dean's and Nathan's lack of clothes, his expression growing sour. "Christ guys, you couldn't put some clothes on?" Sam asked, while his eyes never left Dean's body. An evident blush appeared on his face, and both Lucas and Nathan saw that Dean was indeed correct. Sam did get all hot and bothered when a nude Dean is present.

"But I don't wanna," Dean whined, perfecting a pout that had Sam rolling his eyes and mumbling to himself about idiotic, horn dog older brothers. The Scott boys sharing equal expressions of amusement, Lucas smiled as he shed his shirt, while Nathan looked on, not one to waste a good opportunity to ogle his big brother.

"Whatever." Sam muttered as he proceeded to draw the first symbol over Lucas' heart, all the while, chanting in Latin. He made sure to make an exact copy of the symbol as it appeared in the book in his hand. Lucas has a mix feeling of skepticism and fear, both of which were clearly registered across the blonde's facial features. Dean and Nathan quickly took notice and kept reassuring Lucas that everything was going to be fine.

"Okay...the first one's done. Now for the second." Sam stated.

Sam started working on the second symbol on Lucas' stomach, and once again, resumed speaking in Latin. While looking down at the book, Sam's hand faltered slightly, accidentally making a mark that shouldn't be there. But the mark wasn't big enough to realize the mistake right off the bat. Sam finished the incantation, and then started pouring salt around the protection circle.

"Why are you pouring salt on the ground?" Nathan asked.

"Believe it or not, salt is a very effective defense when you want to keep demons and spirits away from you. All you have to do is pour a pure salt ring around every entry point in any place you happen be staying at the time. You two will learn this when we train you." Dean explained.

"There's no telling what this ritual will attract to Lucas. The salt ring will act as a filter of sorts, keeping out any dangerous elements, and only allowing the magic to penetrate the barrier the salt creates," Sam said.

When Sam was finished, he picked up the book and continued with the Latin. Phase one was complete, identify and mark the indicated target. Phase two began immediately as Sam started reading the book. As if on cue, a swirling mist seeped up from the ground, and started encircling Lucas.

"Relax Lucas, let the magic do its job," Dean coaxed Lucas when he saw the elder Scott start to panic.

As if being guided, the mist locked onto the chest mark and instantly Lucas' body absorbed the energy through his chest. Lucas' breath labored as he felt. Tension was running up and down his body in waves, even though all his muscles felt as deeply relaxed as if he were in a sauna. He was aware of every single fiber of the space inside his body where his heart pulsed. Lucas swore he could feel the flow of blood along every capillary under his skin. The throbbing inside Lucas increased as his heart rate ramped up. The magic itself felt like a combination of fire and ice within his body. When Sam finished speaking, Lucas felt the mist extract itself through the symbol on his stomach, and vaporize in the air.

"You should probably wait a few minutes in the circle for extra precaution," Dean stated, and Lucas merely nodded, his mind too shell-shocked to

When a good ten minutes passed, Sam decided to proceed to Phase three.

"Okay, as I said before...the final part involves a lover's touch to finish it off. Luckily, we just so happen to have said lover's touch standing right next to us." Sam said, gesturing to Nathan.

"So I just fuck him, right?" Nathan asked.

"Pretty much." Dean answered, a wicked grin spreading over his visage.

"I can do that." Nathan replied, returning Dean’s grin as Lucas rolled his eyes, not amused.

"Do we have to do this inside the circle?" Lucas questioned.

"Might as well...just in case," Sam responded.

"Come on Sammy, let's give them some privacy. I hear the beach calling our names." Dean laughed.

"Careful, the water's freezing." Nathan warned.

"Thanks for the head's up." Dean saluted, then grabbed Sam's hand and led him out of the room.

Lucas and Nathan both stared at each other, then fell together into nervous laughter. Mirth a clear cure to the nervous tension, things eased between them and Lucas smiled tentatively, holding out a hand of invitation to his lover. Without saying a word, Nathan stepped into the circle and pulled Lucas towards him.

Body flush against body, naked skin gliding over naked skin, Nathan could feel his body tense and tighten with anticipation, his nether regions hardening already with desire. Lucas whimpered, looking at him desperately with love and lust in his eyes. It was that look that always got to Nathan.

Right now, Lucas needed Nathan. Nathan knew that by doing this, Lucas' heart would be cured. Right now, he just needed to take care of his big brother. He raised a hand, gently brushing his fingers against the elder’s cheek as he softly pressed his lips to Lucas’s.

Everything. Heat, passion, thundering heartbeats and strained breath, arching bodies and questing hands. This was everything. Lucas was everything.

Nathan pressed even closer, rubbing their erections together of Lucas' jeans, and even through the rough fabric of his jeans, the intimate contact still elicited a strangled cry from his partner. With his blood roaring in his ears and erratic pulses of lust and pleasure rolling through his body, Nathan pushed forward, his lips colliding once more with Lucas’s.

He buried one hand in his lover’s thick blonde hair, tilting back Lucas’s head to deepen the kiss, thrusting his tongue into the other’s mouth, a shiver of pure ecstasy running down his spine as Lucas returned the kiss with equal fervor. With his free hand, he tore at the restraints of Lucas’s pants, and the other man complied without resistance, allowing the trousers to be slid down and off. Lucas’s own fingers, trapped between them, fumblingly worked at freedom, teasingly sliding down Nathan’s abdomen and thighs, his hands finally meeting the hard flesh of Nathan’s cock.

Never breaking the kiss, Nathan’s hands wrapped around his legs, parting them as his knee lay heavily against Lucas’s pelvis, causing the elder to squirm as Nathan chuckled and Lucas glared at him, pinned down as he was. The blonde Scott shut up the sound of mirth by pressing his mouth to Nathan’s, the kiss eagerly returned as Nathan’s attention went back to his ministrations.

Lucas’s body tensed as cold fingers prodded his entrance, expertly stretching him, but he found himself distracted by Nathan’s lips at his collarbone, nipping his way up the slender column of his neck, a red trail of love bites blossoming against tawny skin.

As Nathan entered him, it was like a lightening strike of awareness and sensuality, a burst of pain as sudden as the pleasure that threatened to course through him. Lucas hooked his legs around Nathan’s waist, arching against the other man with every deep stroke as Nathan moved inside him. He screamed unabashedly as every strong, powerful thrust sent them crashing into the floor, his fingers digging into Nathan’s shoulders, feeling the reverberating tension in the muscles beneath his touch, the taste of salt against the flesh beneath his lips and tongue a vague sensation in the fog of pleasure.

Together, they rode out the waves of pain and pleasure, Nathan’s deep baritone, hoarse with uninhibited passion, joined his as he roared out his satisfaction, his hips moving feverishly against Lucas’s as they moved against each other, but somehow seemed to move together as they raced faster and faster toward climax.

Nathan’s hand wrapped around Lucas’s strained erection, and he pumped in rhythm with his thrusts, the pace frantic now, the air punctuated with every move by their grunts and moans of building pleasure. There wasn't any warning, Lucas was suddenly tensing up as if he was about to have a heart attack and tears rolled down his cheeks as he let out a long, ragged scream, a guttural sound of pure, raw pleasure. The last thing Nathan saw before his body exploded with pleasure was Lucas falling back to the ground in a near faint.