Okay so the two chapters thing didn't pan out what with me getting SICK the week of my wedding. But I'm getting better and I was not going to leave you guys without this. Never say I don't deliver. ;-) I will see you again the week of July 21st. In the meantime I believe deangirl1 will have something new for you, and there may be a newcomer to the Incubus companion pieces as well, so watch for that. Thank you all for your kind comments and regards for the wedding. Love you and please enjoy this particularly fun chapter.

Arc 6: Reconciliation, Part 1: Dean Fucking Winchester

For the first time in three weeks Dean wasn't even a little sore. Let the trumpets sound, he thought with a crooked smile. His shoulder had taken the longest to heal after the bar fight from Hell. It still burned Dean that they hadn't even gotten to the hunt in Patoka, Indiana really, aside from research, before having to high tail it out of town. What bothered him the most, of course, was that the reason they had had to leave was him. Or rather the scumbag Pete and his buddies and what they did to him.

Dean took some pride in how much of a fight he had been able to put up at first, what with being vastly outnumbered and drugged and all. Not a one of those hicks would have stood a chance otherwise. If Dean wasn't so seasoned a fighter things might have turned out much worse for him. He still shuddered at the thought of what Pete had really wanted to do with that pool cue. Thank god for the owner of the bar and his gun, even if he was just another homophobic jackass looking out for his own neck more than Dean's.

After the first few days Dean had stopped playing over the 'what ifs' and 'if onlys' in his mind. There were too many anyway: what if they had chosen a different bar, what if Dean had thought to tell Sasha earlier to keep their relationship a little more low-profile in places like that, what if Dean had asked Sam and Sasha to stay, what if Dean had thought of a way out of drinking that roofied beer, what if Dean had managed to make it to the door…?

Dean had already thought all of those possibilities and more a million times over. He didn't need to waste any more brain cells on something he couldn't change. He was okay. He had been beat to shit, but it hadn't gone as far as it could have. Sam and Sasha had been freaked but that had turned out good for them all too, because now they had a better understanding of how to work together. Dean wasn't quite enlightened enough to be thankful for what happened to him though. Not when he and Sasha hadn't had sex since his birthday, which was swiftly coming up as a month behind them. They had managed to fool around in the Impala's backseat for awhile on the way to Indiana, but a little over-the-clothes grinding and heated kisses was not enough to sustain an incubus or the libido of one Dean Winchester.

After the bar fight it became more than just missed opportunities. It wasn't that Dean didn't want Sasha—he ached for the guy on a regular basis—he had just become a little squeamish about touch in general after what happened. He had good reason at first—he was frickin' sore!—but as his wounds healed and the bruising faded, Dean found himself still resisting going that extra mile whenever Sasha started kissing him. They had even had their own room several times, but as soon as things got heated Dean would grow breathless, and all Sasha had to do was look at him to know it wasn't just because of arousal. Sasha didn't even let Dean explain or try to defend himself when that happened, the incubus would just smile and let Dean go. Really, the guy was too selfless sometimes. Sasha needed to feed and Dean was messing it all up. Dean almost wished Sasha would just lose it and take him already.

Staring into the bathroom mirror, fogged over since Sasha was in the shower, Dean took a good look at himself. The knife wound that had been on his stomach was completely healed, and while a little of the welts on his back were still visible they didn't look like they would leave any marks behind once they were gone. His ribs were good, his bruising was almost completely back to normal skin tone, and the only thing that looked like it would leave a lasting reminder was the cut above his right eye. The stitches were out but it was obvious now that the cut would scar. It was small enough, but it ran through Dean's eyebrow just a bit, parting the hairs and making it that much more visible.

"I like it," Sasha had said when they first realized it wouldn't be going away, "Reminds me of Spike on Buffy and Angel. I always thought his scar was sexy."

Well, if that was the case Dean supposed he didn't mind all that much. After all, Dean thought of Sasha's scar as sexy too, the one right over his heart that had proven to Dean how much he needed the incubus in his life.

So why was Dean waiting for Sasha to take him? He was healthy, it was a brand new day, they weren't anywhere near Indiana, and he and Sasha had their own room right now. They had fallen asleep as soon as their heads hit the pillow the night before, coming off of a hunt for a banshee in Louisiana that just would not stop giving them the run around. Literally. Okay, so thanks to her maybe Dean's calves were a little sore, but he decided to bask in the fact that nothing else was.

Then, bare-chested in just his boxers in front of the mirror, Dean realized how selfish he was. Not because he had been holding out on Sasha—the incubus was far too understanding anyway—but because right now Dean didn't care that Sasha needed to feed. He cared that he needed Sasha. And no amount of breathlessness or panic as an aftershock of that damn bar fight was going to keep him from getting what he wanted.

Dean turned his head to look at the silhouette behind the shower curtain moving languidly under the flow of the water. He grinned wide and dropped his shorts to the bathroom floor in one swift motion. Sasha didn't even know he was in the bathroom. Sasha thought he was still sleeping. It sparked something in Dean that could easily overtake any apprehension, knowing he would be giving the incubus one hell of a good morning.

Snaking an arm around the curtain, Dean stepped into the shower from behind Sasha as quietly as he could. He, Sasha, and Sam had grown so comfortable in each others' presence that they were probably the only people who could surprise each other. If anyone else had tried to sneak into the shower with Sasha, Dean was pretty sure they would end up with their heads cracked open on the porcelain.

Soap was being washed off Sasha's back as he held his head under the stream of water. It slid down his hips and legs until finally falling prey to the drain where Dean could see Sasha was up on his toes to get that much closer to the warmth. Dean knew Sasha washed his hair first—the big girl—so that meant the incubus was done if he was rinsing his body. Perfect.

"Mmmm…" Dean hummed loudly as he glided his hands around Sasha at the hips. He felt the incubus' initial flinch of surprise, but as Dean slipped in closer, his chest coming flush against Sasha's back and his hands finding the perfect hold between Sasha's belly and the beginnings of that coarser red hair, Dean felt his lover ease back against him.

"That had better be my boyfriend or this could get awkward," Sasha said in a way that made Dean positive the incubus was grinning.

Good. Dean was grinning too. "Actually, it's Dean. What's this about a boyfriend?"

Sasha laughed right away and Dean felt his whole chest vibrate with how closely they were met together. Unconsciously, Dean bucked his hips forward against Sasha and started to kiss his way across Sasha's wing tattoos. Water was still pouring down Sasha's skin and Dean lapped at it, hungry for the redhead like never before after three long weeks of recovery. Dean wasn't recovering anymore, not physically or from the emotional fallout that had followed. Now that he had Sasha in his arms again Dean couldn't believe he had held back for so long.

As Dean pulled Sasha out of the spray of water and more firmly against him, he allowed his hands to stray lower until both of them had equally teasing holds to fondle Sasha eagerly. The rumbling purr that left the incubus in response had Dean reeling in pleasure. "God, I've missed you…" he whispered against Sasha's neck.

There was a moment of silence and Dean could feel Sasha's shoulders grow tense. "I didn't go anywhere," he finally replied.

"No," Dean agreed, "But I did."

Dean was bringing his mouth down to Sasha's shoulder again when the incubus started to turn in his hold. Dean removed his hands from below Sasha's waist and loosened his arms to allow this, but he didn't like the sorrowful look on Sasha's face. He didn't want to deal with puppy eyes or pity. He wanted fire, damn it.

"Don't mourn me now that I'm back," Dean said firmly, "I don't want to ever see you mourning over me." Dean knew that was a tall order, although if he did end up in Hell in the next two and a half months then he wouldn't be seeing the mourning anyway, even though he knew both Sasha and Sam would be wallowing in it.

Sasha gave a small frown and that was it for Dean. He renewed his hold by gripping Sasha's biceps and swung the incubus around to press him back against the side wall of the shower. Dean crashed his lips to Sasha's and pressed forward tightly, feeling that familiar twin heat he had missed so much. They were both already hard and Dean could feel Sasha giving in, melting into the kiss and their embrace.

Therefore, he was pretty pissed when Sasha pushed at his chest to part them.

"Dean," Sasha gasped out, "You don't…you don't have to do this…if you're not ready. I'll understand. I don't want you to push yourself just for me."

Dean growled low in his throat, hating those words and the reasoning behind them. He maintained his hold on Sasha's arms and shook the incubus for good measure. "Who says it's just for you?" he said plainly, "Maybe I'm the hungry one for a change, huh? Maybe I need it. I'm not hurt. I'm not sore. I'm not…mentally scarred or whatever shit you and Sam have been tossing around. I just miss you," he said with more sincerity, running his hands up and down Sasha's arm to feel the warmth of that pale, soft skin, "I've missed this. If I want you this badly I think I'm damn well 'ready', thank you, so will you shut up already and let me have my way with you? It's been almost a month. I know you gotta be out of your mind by now." Dean grinned as he said that, moving his hands from Sasha's arms to trail down his chest, down his hips and thighs along the tattoo lines, and then back to the prize. Dean took Sasha in hand and gave a good, firm pull that was both loving and insistent.

Those perfect blues flashed red just as Dean knew they would; Sasha had fit in flawlessly as human for nine years, feeding and hunting under the radar, but around Dean the incubus lost all control. It was about as big a compliment as Dean could imagine.

"You hungry for me, baby…?" Dean breathed against Sasha's lips, leaning in close but still keeping enough space between them to pump Sasha's length in his hand, "Coz I am starving for you."

Sasha purred again as Dean stroked him and his eyes flickered back and forth from red to blue and back again. "Well," he said breathlessly, finally rediscovering his grin, "If you put it like that…" Sasha lunged his neck forward that last little bit necessary to capture Dean's lips, kissing hard and possessive like Dean had done before Sasha pushed him away.

Within the kiss and with Sasha hot and slippery slick in his hand, Dean allowed his friend the benefit of the doubt and let his mind wander to the anxious, horrible things he knew were lying in wait in the back of his mind. And yeah, they were there, a choke of fear that stuck in his throat, a flash of Pete and unwanted hands, those damn nightmares when it was Sasha and Sam for fuck's sake, and even the little bit of disbelief that remained to remind Dean that he never thought of himself as someone who would find love, let alone with a man.

Dean allowed all of that to wash over him, and as much as it made his chest just ache, it did not make him want to stop kissing and touching Sasha, and he would never let any of those voices be enough to stop him again.

"Dean…" Sasha gasped as Dean broke from their lip-lock to kiss fiercely down his neck with something close to bites. The water was still striking their sides, hot and filled with steam, and Dean had not let up on the work he was doing between Sasha's legs. It had the incubus trembling in no time, and Dean devoured every moan, every quiver as if he was the true incubus and Sasha was his perfect meal.

Unable to do much else with how Dean had him pinned, Sasha reached out to touch Dean's hips, sliding his thumbs up and down the grooves while his fingers feathered down Dean's backside. When Sasha started to move his right hand between Dean's legs, however, Dean pulled out of reach and took his hands from Sasha's skin.

Sasha mewled pitifully. Dean knew how crazed Sasha had to be right now. A month was the breaking point and Sasha had been so patient with Dean even as he struggled more and more to remain in control. Dean really had to thank him properly for that.

"I have plans for you, Mr. Kelly," Dean said, parroting what Sasha had once said to him, "And I want you hard. And fast. Against the shower wall right…now." Dean's lips were wet from the shower water when he ran his tongue over them. Sasha's already hazy eyes followed the movement. "We can save the foreplay for round two."

Sasha's eyes widened at that and lit with a spark of devilish interest, having finally settled on blue again, at least for now. "Round…two?" the incubus repeated. His breaths were coming harsh and ragged.

"At least," Dean said with a wink, "I've got a whole month to make up to you, after all. Because I want to," Dean added quickly, knowing Sasha would go and ruin things by saying something about how Dean shouldn't think he owes him, and he understands, and other sensitive shit like that that Dean so didn't want to deal with right now, "I want you," Dean finished, smiling wide and entirely confident. It wasn't an act or him fooling himself. It never had been. Dean knew what he wanted.

Lunging for Sasha again, Dean grabbed him by the hips, captured those damp lips for another kiss, and ground their erections together, pressing Sasha's back against the tiled wall. Sasha answered with an eager tongue that battled Dean for control—deep and penetrating—and with a like hold on Dean's hips that rocked them together incessantly.

The water made everything slippery and smooth so that Dean wanted to run his hands over everything. He pulled Sasha from the wall and started to move them both towards the back of the shower. Sasha was willingly led and only when the incubus struck new tile did they break apart from their kiss, their bodies still pressing into each other everywhere else.

Dean dropped his hands to Sasha's thighs and slowly trailed them all the way up his hips, his belly, and past his ribs until he got to the redhead's chest. They were far enough from the stream of water now that it only got their feet and a little of Dean's legs. Dean felt Sasha shiver deeply. He had it on pretty good authority though that Sasha wasn't just suddenly chilled.

If it was true that Sasha lost himself when he was around Dean then it was definitely a two-way street. Dean dipped his head and pulled Sasha's left nipple into his mouth, sucking hard enough to make Sasha gasp and then flicking his tongue over the nub playfully. Sasha gave an impatient buck of his hips in reply. It was Dean's turn to gasp as his erection slid hot and wet against Sasha's equally damp thigh.

"Well…if you insist," Dean managed with a crooked grin before grabbing Sasha's shoulders and bodily flipping him around so that the incubus' chest and the side of his face pressed into the tile. Dean could see a wicked grin on Sasha's face as he enjoyed this bolder, rougher Dean. Dean liked that. He molded himself against Sasha's back and let himself just barely slip in between Sasha's cheeks as a tease.

With a low growl, Sasha pushed back into Dean, but the angle was all wrong and it only made the tease worse. "Dean," Sasha whined when he didn't get what he wanted fast enough.

In answer Dean moved his hands to Sasha's waist and his thumbs pressed hard into Sasha's lower back. "You sure?" Dean prompted. Wound up as Dean had been lately and without the full confidence to do something about it until now, Dean had not been lying when he said he wanted Sasha hard and fast now. At least for the first round. Still, a little rough play was not the same as being downright brutal.

But Sasha nodded against the shower wall and said, "You won't…hurt me. Can't. Just…just…please."

A tiny electric jolt shot down Dean's body when Sasha said that. No wonder Sasha liked it when Dean said 'please'. Someone having that kind of need for you was the most penetrating turn-on.

Dean still slipped his fingers in first to give at least a little stretch and help guide him in. They were both still dripping water but Dean wet his fingers and coated himself with spit anyway. When he began to press in he started off slow, relishing in just how much he had missed this. He had so little time left and he had wasted almost a month of it.

As soon as Sasha released a deep-throated purr and his hands slid up the wall to better support himself, Dean grabbed Sasha's hips more firmly and thrust the rest of the way in. Sasha gave a strangled cry and pulled back a fist to slam into the tiled wall. Dean could still see that grin and how Sasha's tongue darted out over his lips. That was more than enough encouragement. Sometimes a hard and fast fuck was much more necessary and enjoyable than a long night, and that was exactly what Dean wanted now.

Pulling himself up tight against Sasha's back, Dean made it so that as much of their bodies touched as possible as he jerked his hips feverishly forward. Heat spread out over his entire body at the feel of Sasha; the little bit of hot shower water that touched them had nothing to do with it. One hand stayed on Sasha's hip but the other trailed up Sasha's back, ghosting lightly over the wing tattoos where Dean planted more kisses. Then he snaked his arms around to Sasha's front and pressed himself flush against Sasha's back again. His free hand could barely travel up Sasha's chest with how Sasha was pressed forward into the wall so he smoothed it down Sasha's stomach, into that red, red hair, and curled his fingers tight around Sasha's cock.

The noises that left Sasha seemed much more animalistic than usual, Dean thought, more growls than purrs but with frustrated whimpers too. Dean took that as a sign to pick up the pace until Sasha was practically eating the tile and he could barely keep up with moving his own hips back against Dean's.

Dean heard a low growl begin that grew louder and louder and then finished off as something like a roar. Suddenly Sasha's hands that were pressed up against the wall became black, taloned claws that pulled back and tore into the tile. Little bits of the shower wall chipped away and fell down into the tub. Dean chuckled darkly and thrust even harder, working Sasha's dick in his hand with swift pumps.

The closer Sasha got to his end, the more his body seemed to morph. His feet remained the same, thank goodness—clawed feet on a wet tub floor couldn't be good—but Dean watched as the incubus' skin paled to white, his hair grew just a bit longer, and the wing tattoos became raised like they wanted to push right out of his body. Had Sasha lost himself enough to turn completely into his incubus form, Dean knew he would be more thrilled than anything. He had fought and killed things that weren't human all his life, but this man with him that was much more than a man was all his.

Sasha was so close, Dean could feel it in how Sasha was starting to tense just slightly. So Dean slowed his jerking hips and ran his thumb over Sasha's slit before stilling his hand as well. It wasn't to be cruel, Dean just wanted to make sure Sasha heard him loud and clear, that Sasha understood, because Dean understood now and he would never forget again.

"You," Dean breathed softly into the crook of Sasha's neck, "Just you. It was always…going to be you. Someone who can…fight with me. Know me. Know this life. And still joke…and laugh…and fuck all night long when we want to. It had to be…you…to get me to feel this way. And no one…no one…is ever going to tell me that's wrong." Dean leaned forward and kissed just below Sasha's right ear. "I love you," he whispered.

Upon Sasha's gasp of hitched breath, Dean immediately picked his pace back up to where it had been before, almost too harsh in his haste, while his hand renewed its firm pulls.

That agonizing pause and hearing Dean's words seemed to be all Sasha needed. He clawed at the tile again, causing more chips to fall down at their feet, and then his whole body trembled violently as he came in Dean's hand.

Dean allowed that hand to just hold Sasha while he continued to seek his own end, fast and hard just as he promised. Dean lasted an admirable amount of time longer, while Sasha breathed heavily against the tile, still pushing back every time Dean pushed forward. When Dean came he pulled out just before and spilled down to the tub floor so that the water from the shower washed the mess away. Dean pulled away from Sasha and reached his sticky hand under the stream of water. By the time he looked back Sasha was already turned around, leaning back against the wall now as the features that had morphed into his incubus side faded to human.

That devilish grin of Sasha's was lazy and satisfied now, and those perfect blues shone with all the love Dean knew the incubus had for him in return. Half a second passed with them staring at each other like that and then Sasha was across the shower, pushing them both under the hot stream of water and kissing Dean deeply. The incubus' hands feathered everywhere he could touch on Dean like he was trying to thank Dean and express his joy with his fingertips.

"Geez," Dean gasped when he managed to pull away, shaking his head and blinking past the water that had run over him, "I didn't think you'd be able to move…quite so quickly after that…you resilient bastard."

A chuckle rose from Sasha, low and rumbling. "I recover fast," he shrugged, leaning forward to kiss Dean again, sucking in his bottom lip and biting just slightly.

Dean could feel Sasha hard and hot against his thigh. "Yeah," he grinned, "I can tell. But don't get too far ahead of me now. We've only just started." With that Dean kissed Sasha once more, firm and swift, and then shot the curtain open and climbed quickly out onto the bathmat below. Before Sasha could follow him Dean snatched up the towel Sasha had set out for himself and left the bathroom to dry off.

Sasha's laughter followed after Dean, and when Dean actually caught sight of the incubus again, who had grabbed another towel and was mostly dry, Sasha was working on getting the excess water out of his hair. Dean was pretty well dry too—his hair didn't need the extra attention—and he tossed his towel to the floor, giving Sasha a wink as he backed towards the bed.

"Aren't you gonna pay me back properly for that impromptu shower scene?" Dean snarked, "Coz I know you wanna." Feeling the bed hit the back of his knees, Dean eased down onto it as wanton and inviting as he could manage.

And there was that look Dean had seen on Sasha's face countless times, starting back when it still scared Dean to see that kind of hunger directed towards him—at least from a guy.

Sasha dropped his towel and gave his head a good shake, leaving the damp strands looking longer and deep red as they clung to his cheeks and a little at his neck.

"What's gotten into you?" Sasha asked, half laughing, "And before you say 'nothing yet' I would like a serious answer. Coz…well…just yesterday I could feel that you were still uneasy. But now…I know you're not faking or trying too hard or anything. I can feel that you're ready, that you're…horny as hell frankly. What changed?"

Again, the incubus had to go and ask a serious question when Dean was ready to play. Dean knew better though than to try and dismiss it. "I figured you'd know by now, baby. I'm an all or nothing kinda guy. I'm either miserable or fucking fantastic. Not so much with the middle ground. So I guess…I wasted enough time on over-thinking, being pissed and woozy or whatever, and…now that that's out of my system I just wanna be me again. Is that so bad?" Dean grinned sideways as he asked that, lying back on the bed with his elbows propping him so that Sasha got a clear view of everything, especially his taut abs.

And if nothing else at least it worked to get Sasha distracted, because Dean could see how those blue eyes devoured everything they were seeing. "Bad is…definitely not the word that springs to mind," the incubus said as he began—finally—to walk towards the bed, "Round two, huh? Then we best be getting to that foreplay, doncha think?"

At last they were on the same page. Dean welcomed the warm, soft, and still slightly damp presence of Sasha as the redhead crawled on top of him. "Still got an hour til we're s'possed to meet Sammy for breakfast downstairs. Plenty of time," Dean said. He drew Sasha's face down to his and kissed the incubus again. He never tired of it, of feeling that skilled tongue dance with his own, the heat, the depth that made Dean tremble. And of course their regained erections were more than ready again and pressed against each other as Sasha lowered himself onto Dean, almost too hot for Dean to stand.

Dean wasn't lying when he said he had plans for Sasha though. They were trying to scoot themselves further up the bed so that their heads were actually on the pillows, but as they tousled and kissed with roaming hands on each others' backs, Dean rolled them so that Sasha was the one beneath instead of him.

The incubus pulled out of their kisses and stared up at him with a bemused expression. "Hey now. I thought it was my turn," he teased.

"And I thought you wanted foreplay," Dean shot right back. He immediately went for the pulse point on Sasha's neck, sucking hard even though as an incubus Sasha was impossible to actually mark. They always faded so quickly, while Dean's were more lasting reminders. Not that Dean minded all that much when he would find a little bit of Sasha marked on his skin.

Dean continued to kiss down Sasha's neck, nipping and swiping at the damp skin with his tongue. As he worked his way lower, capturing each nipple in turn with licks and just the tiniest bites, the butterflies started to grow a little. But then Dean remembered he wasn't listening to any of that nonsense anymore and he kept on going.

It wasn't until he was pressing his thumbs into the grooves at Sasha's hips and licking his way down below Sasha's bellybutton that the incubus realized Dean's plan. Dean knew the exact moment when it hit Sasha too because the guy gave a sharp gasp as if the very thought of it made something in his belly quiver.

Part of Dean almost thought Sasha was going to interrupt and try spewing some of his 'don't think you need to do this just for me' crap, but Sasha didn't say a word. Dean glanced up as he hovered over that bit of red hair, and Sasha was just watching him with the craziest intent almost as if he didn't believe Dean would do it, but damn how he wanted him to.

Sure, Dean hadn't actually done this for Sasha before—it was always Sasha who went below the belt. Well, Dean hadn't actually done this with anyone, much as he did enjoy going down on a girl, especially if she was the type who really liked it. But Dean didn't want any part of this relationship with Sasha to go one way. Equal opportunity, he figured. And whatever got Sasha hot made Dean that much hotter too, that he knew for certain.

Dean thought of how Sasha had first done this to him and couldn't resist starting at the base of Sasha's cock and licking one long wet strip all the way up to Sasha's tip. It didn't really feel any different from licking any other places, although there was a tang of salt and the shaft was definitely hotter than any other part of Sasha right now. Dean followed the same path again, licking from base to tip, and heard a sharp intake of breath. Dean knew he could do better than that.

Flicking his tongue over Sasha's slit he tasted the small bit of wetness forming there and wasn't in the least deterred. Slowly, Dean descended with his lips parted just slightly, looking up at Sasha so he could watch Sasha watching him. There was so much intensity in those blue eyes that Dean had to grin, and then his lips spread even wider as he took Sasha into his mouth. As he moved further down, Dean worked his tongue along the underside of Sasha's cock, consistently hearing moans now and heavy breathing in response.

Dean pulled back before taking Sasha too deep, but only to bob back down, taking him just a little deeper. He did that for awhile, each time descending to take that much more of Sasha into his mouth, until finally he willed his throat to relax and swallowed Sasha all the way down. It made Dean's eyes water a little but it made Sasha moan so loudly that Dean hoped for Sam's sake he wasn't right there on the other side of the wall to hear it.

There was a good amount of wetness left on Sasha when Dean pulled completely away, and Sasha hissed to meet cool air again. Dean licked his hand to add a little more lubricant to the process and ran it all over the heated skin, giving a few good pulls. Then Dean returned with his lips, sucking on just the tip, going down all the way to swallow Sasha back into his throat again, and then returning his attention to the head.

"Ugnnn…" Sasha tried pathetically to form syllables, "You…your…your lips," he finally got out.

Dean pulled away so that those mentioned lips were hovering less than an inch from returning to his work on Sasha. He flicked his eyes up to Sasha's face, just grinning. "Yeah…?" he prompted.

Sasha's head dropped back to the pillow for a moment and then lifted up again. "Your lips…" he said more clearly this time, "…your lips…were made for doing that."

A snort left Dean before he could help it. "There's a small, very straight part of me that would have taken that as an insult a few months ago," he said.

Sasha barked a laugh. "What? Me saying…you have…cock-sucking lips?" Sasha's smirk was way too self-satisfying as he said that.

Dean couldn't let that slide. "Only for you, baby," he said with a wink, and then flicked his tongue slowly over Sasha's slit while keeping his lips well enough away.

After a few moments of that, Sasha was mewling for more again. Never doubt, Dean thought, that Dean Winchester always wins in the sexual torture department. He could drive anyone out of their minds if given the chance, he just enjoyed doing it to Sasha more than he ever had to someone else.

Eventually, Dean complied with Sasha's whines, returning his lips and tongue and every part of his mouth to making Sasha moan and writhe on the bed. Dean was fairly certain he would get Sasha to come a second time with just that when suddenly Sasha's moans turned into another one of those ravenous growls. Before Dean could even blink or take a breath the next time he pulled from Sasha's skin, he found himself miraculously on his back on the bed with a red-eyed and fanged incubus pressing him into the mattress.

Sasha kissed Dean close to painful, what with the prick of fangs and all, but when the redhead pulled back and Dean got a clear look of those features he loved so damn much, Dean knew he was lost somewhere in paradise. "I love it when you get all take charge on me," he said breathlessly.

A rumble of a laugh replied. "That's my line," Sasha said, and just as swiftly as before he kissed Dean again, none too subtly grinding against Dean's hip.

A minute or so of them kissing like that and both of them rubbing their hips together passed when Dean suddenly felt the grip of Sasha's fingers clutching his arms grow sharp. "Ah!" Dean cried as he gasped for air out of their kiss. Something had definitely broken the skin. But that wasn't the only thing Dean realized as he took in the sight of Sasha more fully. The incubus was almost completely changed now.

"Sorry," Sasha said quickly, rubbing at the cuts he had made on Dean's arms—shallow and superficial really—with thumbs that were promptly becoming thumbs again instead of talons, "I don't know what's wrong with me today. Guess I missed you a little too much."

Dean imagined that anyone else would probably be a little freaked by that, by how much more than usual Sasha was losing himself to his incubus nature, but Dean wasn't just anyone. He knew Sasha was no monster, and no matter what Dean's dreams showed him, Sasha would never intentionally hurt him.

Besides, Dean thought the whole incubus look was freakin' hot.

Gripping Sasha's arms in return as those incubus features faded, Dean stared at the slowly retracting wings and mourned that they were going with the rest. He smiled at Sasha, brushed the damp hair from his forehead and said, "Nothing to be sorry for if I make ya crazy, baby. And anyway…I kinda think your wings are sexy."

That seemed to surprise Sasha, as much as Dean remembered the surprise on Sasha's face the first time he realized Dean liked the way he looked when he was fully transformed. Surprise melted to a pleased grin pretty quickly though and while Sasha's other incubus features continued to fade the wings sprang back to full life.

Dean thought Sasha looked like some kind of dark angel like that, human with just those black wings spread out in the air above them. It made him hum in contentment.

"Getting a bit of a fetish for me, Mr. Winchester?" Sasha teased.

"Oh hell yeah. But just you," Dean assured the redhead, "Just you."

They started kissing again and Dean laughed inside to think that he sort of missed the fangs too and wondered what it might be like to be with Sasha when he was fully transformed. Sure, the scratches on his arms stung a little, but that kind of pain was hardly a deterrent.

Dean kissed back around Sasha's neck up to one of those slightly pointed ears, licking the rim. His eyes strayed to the wings though and he had to reach out and touch them, bringing both hands back to the thick tendons where they pushed out of Sasha's back, and then to the inside of the wings caressing as far out as his arms could stretch. Sasha moaned halfway to a growl and immediately started to tuck his knee between Dean's legs.

"Wait," Dean stopped him, resting his head back onto the pillows, "We've done this position. I was thinking…maybe we'd try something new on my end." Dean tried not to snicker at that double entendre.

"Oh really?" Sasha grinned. His wings had settled down a little to drape over them and fall off the sides of the bed. "What did you have in mind?"

Such a loaded question. "Whatever way you want me, baby."

That got a flash of red eyes. Sasha bit his lower lip and his once again blue eyes darted down Dean's body. He looked back up then, leaned close enough for Dean to feel warm breath that carried the scent of toothpaste, and whispered, "Turn over."

Again a little tightness settled in Dean's belly but that just made him want to comply more. There was no reason any position should make Dean uncomfortable if he was with Sasha. Rolling over onto his front, Dean peered back over his shoulder and there was no doubt he loved everything he saw.

Sasha ran his hands up Dean's back, so soft since they were purely human. "This actually isn't the position I want. But it will be easier for you to start like this."

Dean had started to rest his face onto the pillow but again he looked back, his brow furrowed now.

"Don't worry. You'll like it," Sasha promised. And Dean knew, as always, that he could trust the incubus with anything.

Settling himself back onto the pillow again, Dean awaited what he thought would be Sasha's fingers starting to stretch him. But instead Sasha hoisted Dean's hips into the air just a little and suddenly there was warmth and wet between Dean's cheeks from Sasha's tongue.

It could be counted as one of Dean's more unmanly moments because he immediately squeaked.

Sasha just laughed a little and swiped out with his tongue again, pushing in just the smallest, most unbearable bit. Dean was almost shaking when Sasha finally started using his fingers, but it made for much easier preparation since Dean was properly wet and ready. Dean was actually a little shocked when Sasha's started to press into him, because he had assumed there would be a little more foreplay yet before they got to the finale a second time. He should have suspected though that Sasha had everything well planned.

"Careful now," Sasha whispered, fully inside Dean but without the slightest buck of his hips, "I'm going to lift you up and start to sit back. I've got you, I just want you to know."

"Sit back?" Dean repeated. He suddenly got an imagine in his head of him in Sasha's lap, aptly impaled and rocking back on Sasha with those wings wrapped around them. Fuck.

And Sasha was reading his mind again, it seemed, because that was exactly how it happened. Dean helped as much as he could to lift up, get his legs out from under him, and then sit back on Sasha's thigh with the incubus still inside him. When they were finally sitting, Sasha was in so deep Dean shivered.

As Sasha held onto Dean at the hips and started rocking them together, the wings did indeed fold around them like a warm blanket, totally covering Dean's chest and upper legs in black skin.

Dean felt like he had been given the greatest gift to be able to touch them more. They folded over each other and the edge on the inside was right in front of Dean. There was a thicker bit of skin all along the edge of the wings like that same tendon feel at their base. Dean reached out for the very tip of the wing nearest him and pressed into it with his thumb in gentle circles.

Sasha's hips bucked in response. They could definitely do foreplay and fuck at the same time, Dean decided. It made him grin to think that fondling Sasha's wings was a little like first base. That gave Dean a wicked idea and he leaned forward a little—which also pressed him back on Sasha further and made the incubus let out a strangled cry—and then Dean ran his tongue along the edge of Sasha's wing and continued over the inside too.

"Dean," Sasha whimpered. Dean was pretty certain Sasha had never had anyone do naughty things to his wings. Maybe the change, but Sasha didn't really remember any of that, crazed as he had been. This was so much better. This was Dean finally being able to give Sasha something new like Sasha had given Dean so many new and wonderful experiences.

Dean nibbled and ran his tongue over places on Sasha's wings as if they were any other normal human body part, and really any part of the body, human or otherwise, could be worked on sexually. Sasha's wings seemed to be a particularly sensitive area for him.

Of course the more Dean sucked and teased that black skin the more firmly Sasha pulled Dean back and forth onto him. Sitting as they were brought Sasha in deeper than he had ever been in Dean before and that marvelous spot inside of Dean was consistently struck. He would get Sasha to come first again though—guaranteed.

Since Dean was leaning forward it made it easy for Sasha to lean his chest onto Dean's back and lick at his earlobe. It made Dean jerk up a little and he almost smacked Sasha in the face with the back of his head.

"Warn me," Dean panted, "Might…break your nose next time."

Sasha just chuckled. "Then lean back."

It would take Dean's mouth away from the wings, but Dean couldn't help melting back against Sasha with how those soft hands started running up and down his chest. Without Sasha's hands to help move him, Dean rocked himself more firmly back on Sasha and moved his own hands to grip the sides of Sasha's thighs beneath him.

Finally, Dean felt when Sasha opened the circuit to him, at first in small waves, and then more fully and encompassing so that Dean felt completely swept away. He marveled every time Sasha did this, being able to feel how he made Sasha feel. It filled him with such pride to be able to do that for someone. This was every bit of nourishment Sasha needed and Dean gave it to him. Sasha didn't want anybody else. Dean didn't want anybody else. Dean wanted this. Just this. Forever.

A sharper buck from Sasha broke a cry from Dean's throat and his nails raked up Sasha's thighs. The incubus hissed in pleasure. It was becoming too much again, like the first time Sasha opened Dean to the circuit. Like some miraculous drug, Dean was in another world, one where only he and Sasha existed. Where no deals or scary monsters could touch them.

Sasha jerked a little and Dean felt the incubus lift him up off of him as if Dean weighed nothing. Dean felt a little of Sasha's release strike his lower back and that telling heat was all it took to push Dean over the edge too. He felt it building low in his gut and when Sasha grazed his fingers down over Dean's cock that was the end. The circuit gave one final pulse that quivered through Dean's body—Dean's releases was what Sasha really fed from, after all—and then Dean was left with the aftermath of coming down off that high.

Dean thought vaguely of how he had succeeded in getting Sasha to come first twice, and not once did Dean feel truly uncomfortable or frightened of Sasha's touch. He was in control, he made his own choices and he stood by them, and he wouldn't be forgetting that again.

Before Dean could find his way back to himself, exhausted and trembling, he realized he had been laid down on his side on the bed with his feet towards the headboard. Sasha wasn't with him.

Dean blinked across the room and caught sight of the incubus, watching as the wings faded from Sasha's back so he could fit through the doorway of the bathroom. He came back with a dry towel to clean them both off and Dean could barely move throughout the whole thing. "Overload…" Dean managed when Sasha sat on the edge of the bed with a slight frown, "No…worries. You just…really got me good. I feel like I could sleep for a week." Dean grinned to himself and rolled onto his back now that he was clean and wouldn't risk leaving a wet spot. He frowned though when he saw that Sasha still looked worried. "Dude, what's up? Don't tell me you didn't enjoy that."

Sasha cracked a grin that Dean could tell was mostly fake. "I enjoyed it too much. That's the problem. I…I took too much from you, Dean. Twice in one day is one thing, but I should have been more careful. I could have really hurt you."

Dean allowed that to wash over him. He felt more exhausted than usual because Sasha had drained a little too much of his sexual energy. Dean recognized the danger of course—he hadn't even noticed anything was wrong because he had been enjoying himself so much. That could be a real problem if it ever happened again.

"I don't know what I'd do…if I hurt you like that."

Snapping to attention, Dean reached out to grab Sasha's wrist, tight as he could. No way was he dealing with angst after their amazing sex-capades. "Hey. So I gave…two pints of blood instead of one…and it's making me a little woozy. You didn't hurt me. You gave me one helluva ride…and lost yourself in the moment too. I know you'd never let it go further than that. And if you give yourself some credit for a change, you'll realize you know that too."

Of course Dean had become a pro at diffusing these situations, and like magic Sasha's smile turned genuine. There was worry there, because that's just how Sasha was, but Sasha was soothed. Dean just wanted both of them to be confident in all ways. They had every right to be. "'Sides," Dean said, "I can sleep this off for twenty minutes if ya wanna curl in next to me, and we'll still have enough time to dress, pack up, and go down to meet Sammy. Sound good?"

"Sounds perfect," Sasha replied, immediately climbing onto the bed until they were curled together still facing the wrong way, "Perfect," Sasha said again, stroking Dean's face as he looked at him, "Just like you."

Really, Dean couldn't not laugh. "I ain't perfect, baby. Anything but."

"True," Sasha agreed with a slow nod, "But believe me, Dean, compared to you…perfect would be boring as hell."

Dean couldn't imagine a better way to end things while he drifted off into light dozing than to laugh long and hard over that and rest his head in the crook of Sasha's neck.

"I love you, Dean."

Well. Except for maybe that.

Fully recovered, dressed, and packed for the road, Sasha and Dean appeared right on time to join Sam at the meager continental breakfast. Sam was already sitting at a table and had coffee waiting for them. It smelled amazing, mostly because Dean really needed his daily dose of caffeine. Dean grabbed a couple donuts and sat down while Sasha waited for a bagel to pop up out of the toaster.

"Ready to hit the road, Sammy?" Dean said, drinking a long swallow of his coffee, black just as he liked it. Sam didn't immediately respond and Dean had to look up. He saw that Sam was staring at him with occasional glances over at Sasha, looking all smug about something. "What?"

Sam glanced over at Sasha again, smiling strangely and then looked back at Dean with a quirked eyebrow. "You two sure seem chipper. Resolve a few…lingering issues this morning, did you?"

Dean almost choked on his first bite of bear claw. "What?"

Now it was Dean's turn to look at Sasha who was bobbing his head as he spread peanut butter over his popped-up bagel, humming jovially. Okay, maybe there were a few more tell-tale signs than Dean first realized. He had had a bit of a bounce in his step on the way to the table and he had been grinning pretty much since the shower scene. Still, Dean cleared his throat loudly when Sam started chuckling.

"Shut up. So I needed a little…incubus time. Mind your own business."

"Right," Sam grinned, "And I'm betting he needed a little Dean time too. Just glad to know you guys are okay. Had me worried for awhile."

Sweet as Sam's concern may be, it made Dean a little queasy. "I really didn't need to know that you think about my sex life," Dean said, "Shouldn't you be focusing more on your own? You're as bad as a freakin' monk lately, Sammy. We need to get you laid."

Naturally, Sam's grin immediately fell prey to his common scowl. "I wasn't talking about your sex life." Sam paused when he realized how untrue that was. "Okay…I was talking about your sex life. But more than just that, thank you. As in the whole relationship and any lasting…fallout from…before. And I definitely don't need you thinking about my sex life."

"What about your sex life?" Sasha jumped in, having returned with his bagel and a glass of orange juice.

"Just about, you know, its non-existence," Dean supplied.

A grin strained across Sasha's face as he valiantly kept from laughing, but Sam was not pleased. "Not everyone needs sex all the time," Sam defended, "I am not an incubus or you," he said pointedly to Dean, "I'm not going to just jump into bed with someone. And I…I don't think it would be safe for me to be with anyone anyway."

Damn. That made all the fun just fall right out of the conversation.

Sam was not dangerous. For the last three weeks he had been working on controlling his existing powers and also on expanding his 'sense demons' power to further it than just nearby towns. If Sam could get to the point where he could sense where demons were in a larger radius than they would really be in business. Dean saw that as a good thing. And so was the fact that Yellow-Eyed Sam hadn't dropped in on them once since Maine. Sam even seemed more relaxed lately, which Dean couldn't have been more thankful for. They weren't exactly any further into solving Dean's deal, but every time they had run across a demon lately Sam had sent it after the contract holder like before. None of them ever returned, but after awhile that had to at least get annoying for whoever held the contracts.

Bottom line though was that Sam really needed to get it through his head that it was just as important to live his life as it was to save Dean's.

"We don't have a destination yet right?" Dean said, looking over his companions who were eyeing him warily, "No obvious hunt. I say you kill-joys listen to me for once and we try our luck at Atlantic City, huh? Sammy, I know you can count cards. A little mind reading wouldn't hurt either."

"Dean," Sam said chidingly, even though he was fighting to hide a smile.

"Come on. You can work on sensing demons on the way. If you pick up on anything, we'll stop. At least til we get wind of another hunt." Dean could tell Sam was almost willing to give in. Sasha was laughing and shaking his head, but Dean knew the incubus would throw in his vote if Sam agreed too.

"I want to go somewhere secluded for awhile though," Sam said, "Give me a chance to really let lose with some of this stuff without risking hurting someone."

"So you'd rather fry a few more squirrels?"

Sam gave Dean a look.

"Kidding. Kidding," Dean amended, "I'm just saying—" But Dean didn't get to finish what he was saying because Sasha's cell phone started to ring.

Sasha smiled in apology and reached for it. Dean figured it was about that time for a Shiarra check-in. But then when Sasha looked at the ID he scrunched his eyes as if he didn't recognize the number. "Hello?" The incubus listened for a minute and suddenly his whole face lit up. "Yeah. Yeah, really good actually. Of course. It's good to hear your voice too."

After a minute, Sasha could tell that Sam and Dean were eyeing him curiously, especially since Dean made no attempt to hide that he wanted to know who Sasha was talking to. So finally, Sasha put his hand over the mouthpiece for a moment and spoke with the widest smile on his face.

"It's Charis."

tbc...

A/N: Here ends the chapter of sex! And I don't think it's really a cliffy since meeting up with Charis was inevitable and will be almost entirely pleasant as the start to the next chapter. But believe me, from here on out you are in store for harder and harder hunts and villains. I have up to nine arcs fully planned and it's gonna be one helluva ride.

Crim