Pairing: DeanxSam

Beta: Kiraynn

Genre: Slash, Angst, Darkfic

Moonlight - Chapter five

His body was warm and he felt safe despite the slightly cold sensation behind him. Sam sighed and buried his face in the pillow, letting himself drift easily in and out of sleep like he hadn’t done in almost three years. Ever since Dean made that deal and…

Sam opened his eyes, the events of the previous night coming back to him in a rush. He tried to move but a hand on his waist held him down.

“Be still.”

The husky voice sent chills down his spine. The feeling intensified as he felt Dean’s sculpted body press more securely against his back, husky voice murmuring a song he didn’t quite recognize. His calloused hand caressed Sam’s stomach underneath his shirt, creating tingling sensations all over his body. Sam closed his eyes and moaned softly, his face buried in the pillow to inhale Dean’s scent that seemed to cling everywhere.

Dean lazily kissed the nape of his neck; small little kisses that left a trail of fire behind. His hand traveled slowly downwards as his voice continued to murmur that unknown tune. Those fingers traced the waistband of his boxers before they dipped inside then finally, finally, Dean gripped his half-hard cock around the base. He pumped lazily, sliding his hand up to the tip to gather the drops of precome already there, spreading the mess around the bulbous head with his fingers.

“God...” gasped Sam, the pillow muffling the sound of his needy voice. His eyes were closed tightly and that only seemed to increase the sensation.

Dean nudged his legs and Sam opened them slightly so that Dean could press one of his thighs between them, bodies fitting together like a puzzle. Sam laid his hand on Dean’s left arm as his brother pumped him slowly, not guiding but simply feeling. Dean grew fully hard against him, the material of their boxers doing little to diminish the sensation of his cock rubbing against the crease of his ass.

“Waited so long to do this…”

Sam released another moan, his hips rocking forward into Dean’s hand then back against his brother’s erection. Dean hissed against his neck, his kisses growing more urgent.

“Dean…” Sam gasped and begged, “Please, I’ve waited so long, too…”

“God, Sammy…” his hand tightened around the hard cock in his grip.

Sam opened his eyes and turned his head around. Dark green irises stared back at him and the younger man lost his control, attacking that mouth with an intense thirst that he’d repressed for years. His fingers sank into the pale skin of Dean’s arm then slid along the muscles that were repeatedly bunching in sync with the movement Dean was making around his cock. They closed their eyes and simultaneously moaned against each other’s mouths, tongues entwining with the force of a desire suppressed for much longer than they could keep track of.

The kiss ended when Sam was almost running out of air. He gasped hard against Dean’s lips as the hand sped up on his dick, his voice cracking as he moaned. His mind was overloaded with the sensations he was feeling; those arms around him, not feeling like a cage, but like home. Dean hissed as Sam ground his ass against his cock.

“It’s okay,” whispered Sam, opening his eyes slowly. This close to Dean, he was able to clearly see the contrast of the hundreds of freckles splattered on his brother’s pale skin. “I want to feel it.”

“Sammy…” the sound of Dean’s feral growl making Sam’s cock twitch, “you’re playing with fire.”

Sam smirked then groaned against the older man’s mouth when he felt his balls tighten, his body teetering close to the edge. He nibbled Dean’s bottom lip and pulled it with his teeth. “So I guess I’m going to get burned.”

Dean growled louder and his eyes started to glow. Sam’s heart triple jumped when he saw, and a thrill ran down his spine. It was Dean’s turn to smirk and Sam’s insides clenched.

“I heard your heart beat faster. Is that fear, little brother?” Dean’s squeezed Sam’s cock at the base, abruptly halting Sam’s climax. The younger man moaned, his breath hitching as he was denied his orgasm. “Or are you getting more aroused because now I’m definitely stronger than you? That nothing, not even your powers, can stop me from doing whatever I want with you?”

“Fuck you, Dean,” Sam rocked his hips against his brother.

Dean laughed huskily. “Oh no, Sammy. Fuck you. Nice and hard and how many times I want.”

Sam moaned, throwing his head back to bare his long throat. His long, lickable and tempting throat.

“Do it,” the younger man whispered. “Want to feel you fucking me.”

Dean growled again then licked that fucking offered neck, his teeth barely scratching the skin but enough for Dean to hear Sam’s heart doing that triple jump again. He smiled.

“Oh I will, Sam. But not now.” He resumed his strokes along the thick cock in his hand. “When I do that, you’ll have to stay in bed for a weekend at least. I’m going to open you with my fingers, my tongue or any other device I have in hand. When you’re begging for my cock, almost passing out from need, I’ll enter slowly into you so you can feel every inch of my dick inside your tight little hole.”

God, Sam was going to die. Those words were sending waves and waves of arousal through his whole body, his cock leaking copiously and his balls heavy and pulling tight against his body. He whined low in his throat, his fingers entwining with Dean’s on his erection in a desperate attempt to try to make him go rougher, faster.

“Want that,” Sam moaned against his lips.

Dean laughed predatorily. “I’m going to put a cock ring on you, Sammy. You’ll be fucked so many times and never come once.” Dean bit his bottom lip, his sharp fangs scraping the skin to make Sam bleed a little. “When you go insane, begging for more, more…then I’ll let you come.”

Sam moaned, kissing Dean fully and his body shuddered as his vision went white with the force of his orgasm, his come staining their hands and the fabric of his boxers. He felt Dean stiffen behind him, his cock twitching against his ass as his brother came as well. The sensation of Dean’s hot semen as it seeped through their boxers to dampen their clothes made his spent cock twitch. His mouth went dry with the desire to taste.

“God…” whispered Dean hoarsely against his temple.

“Yeah,” Sam panted.

He turned around and pulled Dean into a deep and satisfied kiss. Dean hummed inside his mouth, hugging him around the waist. His arms were like iron chains, keeping him close against Dean’s powerful body as his hands squeezed his ass.

“Hate to interrupt the post-coital session, but it’s almost seven o’clock.”

Sam almost jumped out of the bed at the melodious voice, tearing himself from Dean. Natasha laughed out loud and crossed her arms against her chest while Dean smirked, not even bothering to hide the state he was in.

“What do we have to do at seven o’clock, anyway?” Dean got up to peel off his soiled boxers and shirt.

Sam looked at him, then to Natasha who seemed unfazed by his brother nakedness.

“Dinner time and you know it,” answered the redhead. She threw her long hair behind her shoulder. “I’ll be waiting for you guys outside. You decide if you want to bring Sam along, my king.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He turned to Sam with a smirk. “Now if you’ll excuse us Natasha, Sammy here gets a little shy around other people.”

“Jerk,” the younger man murmured irritably, crossing his arms against his chest.

The girl snickered before leaving them alone. Sam stood up and looking at Dean; his brother smiled back at him.

“Nothing she hadn’t seen before.”

Sam narrowed his eyes. Dean huffed at that look and pointed towards a door.

“In there’s the bathroom. We better shower separate, because…” Dean licked his lips and Sam almost squirmed. “Just take your shower, Sam. I’ll see if I can pick up some clothes for you.”

Dean pulled on his discarded jeans sans underwear and looked Sam up and down before smirking and leaving the room.

Sam turned the shower water temperature to almost freezing.

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The beat pulsated through his bones like an invisible hammer, making his body thrum with some unknown pleasure. He never imagined himself or even his brother going to a place like that; that’s why Sam was surprised to be dragged by Dean to it.

According to Natasha clubs were the easiest place to hunt. Sam was mildly disturbed by how easily Dean agreed with her, shrugging at the fact that he was hunting humans.

“After a while you get used to it, Sammy. Besides it’s not like we kill them.”

Sam wasn’t quite sure what his brother was trying to prove by asking him to come here and see him feed. But if Dean thought he would be disgusted, he was in for quite a shock; in those two years Sam passed through a lot and saw a lot. Seeing his brother feed himself from a human wasn’t going to make his stomach clench, that was for sure.

But he didn’t have to like the idea, either.

“Go pick a table, Sam,” Dean shouted close to his ear. “I’m going to get us some beer.”

“Okay.”

They went separate ways and Sam picked a booth in a secluded corner. Some minutes later, Dean came back with two beers and despite the available space sat beside him instead. He took the offered bottle and lifted it towards Dean.

“Bottoms up,” said Dean, before taking a swallow of his own.

Sam did the same then put the beer on the table. He smiled when Dean put his hand on his thigh. “Are you trying to get me drunk so you can molest me, big brother?” he teased.

Dean laughed huskily. He pushed one of Sam’s leg above his to guide his brother to sit sideways. “Come here, smartass.”

Sam chuckled before letting himself be pulled by Dean’s hand. They kissed slowly and deeply, Dean’s fingers tangled in his hair as his other hand slipped under his shirt to caress his waist. Sam moaned happily against his mouth, feeling high and drunk on Dean’s kisses alone. He hadn’t felt that good since…hell, he couldn’t even remember.

Sam enjoyed the slow heat they were building, one of his hands landing on Dean’s thigh and squeezing it.

Want to kiss you all the time.

The husky, affectionate thought made Sam smile into the kiss, his heart fluttering. He moved closer so that he was almost straddling Dean’s lap.

You’re going to spoil me that way.

Even more?

Sam broke the kiss with a laugh. Dean punched him lightly on the shoulder, mumbling ‘bitch’ as he took another swallow of his beer. Sam pulled Dean’s face towards him and kissed him again, drinking the beer from his mouth. The vampire finished the kiss and licked at Sam’s bottom lip, tasting the drops of beer with a smirk.

“Sorry to interrupt the awesome make out session, but I have to ask you a favor.”

“A favor?” Sam arched his eyebrow.

“More of a request.” He scratched his head and looked around. “You kind of saw how we seduce our food, right?”

Sam blinked, remembering why they were there in the first place. Right. Sam sighed, resting his forehead against Dean’s shoulder. “Yeah, I kind of noticed that when I found you yesterday.”

“So…I want you to pick.”

Sam raised his head and looked at his brother, still not used to the way Dean’s green eyes seemed to glow in the shadows. “Pick what?”

“Who…I’m going to...you know,” answered Dean, nodding towards the people on the dance floor.

“What? You want me to pick?” Sam glared at him. “Why?!”

Dean pulled him close and kissed him deeply.

Because this is different from any other time I fed myself. They mean nothing to me but it won’t seem that way, Sam. I want you to choose.

“Don’t do this to me…” Sam begged as he interrupted the kiss, his fingers encasing Dean’s hand.

“You have to understand that we are in a different game now.” Dean traced Sam’s face with his fingertips. “You were right, nothing will ever be the same as before. We’re different. I’m different, Sammy.”

Sam bit his bottom lip and looked towards the crowd; all those people dancing among themselves, blissfully unaware of the predators walking and mixing with them. He sighed before analyzing each one until he saw a petite blonde dancing alone. But the way she was dancing, it was like a siren’s call. Her long hair was swinging in cascades all over the back of her tight black tank top. She was quite tall for a woman, her jeans accentuating every curve of her body. Sam could feel a pang of arousal just looking at the way she moved.

“That one,” Sam whispered.

Dean followed his gaze and smirked at the blonde. He returned his eyes towards Sam, the smug look still on his face. “You have really good taste, little brother.” He bit Sam’s lobe and whispered, “I bet she’s wild in bed. A real screamer.”

“God, just go there and do what you have to do,” Sam hissed, his cock twitching at Dean’s words.

Dean laughed and climbed to his feet. He winked at Sam before slowly walking towards her.

Pretend she’s you.

Sam’s eyes snapped towards him at those words and he stared at his brother as he approached the blonde with a predatory stride. Like a lion circling his unsuspecting prey.

He didn’t even notice the pair of eyes looking at him, or smirking when the figure realized he was alone for the moment.

“Got you, Winchester.”

TBC