Somebody's Watching You

Title: Somebody’s Watching You
Author: Chissy_Rose
Rating: NC-17 for slash, voyeurism, masturbation, control, bloodplay, blood drinking, rimming, oral & anal sex
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Fandom: Supernatural; Season Four spoilery.
Summary: Dean & Sam have sex in a graveyard where they’re observed. Dean’s in control, bottom Sammy. Twist near the end.
Words: 1,918
Author’s notes/disclaimer: Pure fiction. I don’t own them and make no profit from this. Cross-posted.


Dean shifted slightly to get away from the smoke. After all, smoke from a salted, burning, decayed human body in a wooden casket was not exactly aromatic. He was used to the smell but that didn’t mean he wanted to inhale it. He looked over at this brother Sam in the half moonlight, grimy and sweating from their exertion of digging up the casket. This would be another ghost laid to rest, to never kill and cause havoc again. Sam wiped his forehead to keep the sweat from his eyes and sighed loudly. Dean smiled and glanced down at the burning corpse and casket. It would be a while before this finished burning and they could refill the grave. He’d never had sex in a graveyard before. He idly wondered if having sex in a graveyard with your brother was offense enough to send you to hell. He finally decided that fucking his brother hadn’t sent or kept him there the last time. After all, the angel Castiel had brought him back and didn’t seem to be interested in his sex life, only that he keep an eye on Sam and continue to fight supernatural evil. And a graveyard in Lawrence, Kansas seemed as good as anyplace to fuck.

It was September and late at night. They were alone he thought. He could see Sam glistening in the half light and could hear him still breathing hard. Dean felt that familiar surge and filling in his cock. He wanted his brother. He wanted to have him here, in this place, where he felt so alive at this moment. He had no way of knowing they were being watched intently.

Dean walked around the grave, tossing his shovel aside and sliding up against his brother’s backside. Wrapping his arms around Sam, he held him tightly. Sam sighed again, waiting to see if this was Dean wanting comfort or sex. Dean bit him lightly on the neck and then kissed the spot repeatedly while Sam moaned. Moving his hands over Sam’s breasts, he cupped and squeezed them solidly. He moved his fingertips to his brother’s nipples, feeling the barbells and pulling and twisting them so gently. Sam groaned low and dirty this time.

“Mine, say you’re mine,” Dean said firmly.

“I’m yours Dean, all yours. To do with as you will,” Sam said back quietly. He knew Dean was going to fuck him here amongst these graves. Since he’d come back, Dean seemed to really like topping him, like he craved the control.

The lone dark figure in the tree watched them intently, not moving, only observing their every move.

Dean ran his hand down the front of Sam’s pants and rubbed solidly against his cock. Sam’s head fell back against his shoulder and he pushed Dean’s hands even harder against his rapidly hardening cock.

“God, Dean what you do to me. You make me so hard for you.” Sam said as he squirmed back against Dean’s cock.

Dean took him by the wrist, “Come with me now.” He walked Sammy away from the grave and across the graveyard and stopped him suddenly, turning him towards him. “Strip!” he ordered as he began to undress also. Dean threw his clothes over the headstones and took Sam’s clothes and lay them down on the freshly mowed grassy gravesite. Sam stood before him naked and seemed self-conscious to be standing here so exposed in the half-moonlight.

He was obviously conflicted about the idea of fucking over a grave. “Here Dean? Over a grave?”

“They’re dead Sammy. Doesn’t make any difference. So yeah. Here. Down on your knees baby brother and suck my cock and no more questions - that’s an order.”

The dark figure in the trees moved to the ground silently and moved behind a nearby tree where he wouldn’t be seen. He couldn’t believe they were doing this, but he couldn’t move away, he could not close his eyes.

Sam slipped to his knees, sliding his left hand around to Dean’s ass and his right hand to his cock. He stroked across Dean’s taint and over the hairs of his balls. Dean was breathing faster. He licked away the leaking pre-cum as he lightly grasped his balls and pulled down on them slightly. He earned a low raspy moan from his brother.

“God Sam, you make me want you so damn much.” Dean whispered before his head went back as Sam took his cock in his mouth and sucked and swirled it hard and fast. He wasn’t going to last long if he let Sam control things like this. He pushed him back to his knees.

“Lay down onto your clothes and spread your legs,” Dean commanded.

The dark figure in the trees ran his hands over his own cock and felt it swelling. He had never seen anything like this, so perverted, so animalistic. He stroked himself slowly.

Sam lay back against the grave and spread his legs widely apart as ordered. Dean settled down between his legs and lightly popped his brother’s cock with his hand. Sam gasped but then smiled. He liked it when Dean kept him off kilter a bit. Dean popped him again and this time it hurt. Sam was breathing faster now. He almost moved his hands to cover himself but thought better of it. That would piss Dean off.

“Put your arms over your head brother and hold them there. Don’t move, understand?” Dean said harshly as he picked up a razor-sharp dagger. Sam did as ordered but Dean could see his Adam’s apple bob in his throat as he swallowed. He trusted Dean but it was still scary when his brother wanted to cut him.

Dean took the flat side of the blade and ran it lightly up Sam’s throat. Sam closed his eyes and whimpered.

“Open your eyes boy and watch me. You trust me don’t you?” Dean asked as he played with the knife around Sam’s jaw. Sam’s head barely nodded yes, he was afraid to move much.

“Hold still or you’ll be sorry,” Dean whispered as he drew the knife across his brother’s collarbone deep enough to bleed freely. Sam hissed and fought bringing his arms down.

“You’re so good for me Sammy. You obey so good…” Dean lifted the knife and started another slice an inch lower. Sammy sucked air and called out his name this time. Dean smiled, leaned over his brother and began licking and sucking the blood from his collarbone. He thought he heard movement in the trees nearby and quickly lifted his head. Silence now, no movement. He lowered his head again and lapped and suckled the blood dripping down his brother’s chest. This wasn’t the first time he’d drunk his brother’s blood and wouldn’t be the last. If demon blood made him the same as Sam, so be it. He moved up to Sam’s mouth, kissing him and thrusting his tongue into his mouth. Sam groaned as he tasted his own blood on his tongue. He was really his brother’s whore to let him do this to him he thought.

Dean lowered himself down and licked a bloody stripe from the underside of Sam’s balls all the way up to the tip of his cock and sucked his cock into his bloody mouth. Sam arched his back off the grave and profanities slipped from his mouth. Dean could always make him come undone. He had that power over him. Dean sucked him for a few minutes before ordering Sam to turn onto his side. He shifted positions and separating his ass cheeks he licked across Sam’s ass as he held the base of Sam’s cock tightly. Sam’s voice was two octaves higher, he’d almost come. Dean swiped his fingers across his collarbone, wetting them with Sam’s blood and slid them into him.

“Relax baby brother. I’ll make it good.” Dean whispered as he began to stroke in and out with one hand and stroke himself with the other.

“Fuck me already.” Sam pleaded. His erection was so hard it ached.

Dean turned him over, face down with his ass in the air, lined up and pushed his cock in slowly but firmly. Sammy was panting below him. Dean loved that, how Sammy offered himself up to him. Like a slave, like a lover. He waited a moment for him to relax before he started really pounding into Sam. He talked dirty to him, knowing the effect it was having on him. Sam was moaning and gasping loudly. There was no doubt what Dean was doing to him. Dean reached around and began jerking Sam off. He could feel his own balls tighten up.

The lone figure in the dark was stroking himself harder and faster now. He felt so shocked, so aroused, so close, so dirty watching them bleed and fuck.

It didn’t take long before Sammy came first, the feeling of pain and pleasure overwhelming him. When he clenched and cried out Dean rode him through his orgasm until it was almost too much for Sam to stand and then finally Dean came inside him. He thought he heard another gasp and moan of pleasure from nearby but that was impossible. They were alone in this graveyard – weren’t they? Dean collapsed against him and lay there for a few moments. Finally Sam gasped out, “Get up, you’re crushing me. Can’t breathe.”

Dean reached up to get his shirt and pulled it from the gravestone to wipe them off and heard Sammy gasp beside him.

“Holy crap! What the fuck were you thinking? Did you do this on purpose?” Sam burst out as he got up off the grave. Dean stood up too and looked back to where he pointed. The headstone read “Samuel Campbell -- 1973. Rest in Peace.”

“I didn’t know Sammy. I didn’t read the headstone; it just looked like good grass to lie on. Dude, I didn’t know it was our grandfather’s grave or I wouldn’t have done it here.”
Dean looked shocked at first but then he shook his head and smiled.

“I don’t know what to say to you. You’re messed up and I’m just as fucked up as you are,” Sam muttered as he got dressed. Dean dressed quickly also.

“We may be fucked up but we’ve got each other Sammy. Besides, this is kind of apropos don’t you think? After all, he was the first hunter in the family and it’s his fault we’re doing this and grew up as hunters. So, no, I don’t feel bad about fucking over his grave. Didn’t mean too, but it is a strange twist of fate.”

“Come help fill in the damn ghost grave and let’s get outta here. I feel dirty and bloody and just wanna bathe.” Sam growled as he walked away shaking his head.

Dean stood for several moments at his grandparent’s graves, thinking and shaking his own head. He spoke quietly but forcefully out into the dark grove of trees, “Learn anything new? I hope you fucking enjoyed yourself Castiel!”

The only sound was of wings rustling away.

Fin.