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majestic_duxk) wrote2014-03-23 01:48 pm
majestic_duxk) wrote2014-03-23 01:48 pm
Give me that Angelic Healing (part 3/3)
(ummmm... lj seemed to eat half my last post, or something. so here is the rest)
Part 1 part 2
Sam leaned forward, hiding his smile in Dean’s throat. He could feel Dean’s arousal pushing against him. If Dean’s dick was ready for action, well, it followed the Dean was too. It made him want to bite something. Dean. It made him want to bite Dean. He nuzzled Dean’s throat gently, before giving into his instincts, adding another bruise. And another. Growling happily to himself, Sam sucked bruises along Dean’s throat, feeling his heart swell and his cock fill. The marks would darken nicely, effectively collaring the front of Dean’s throat. The back would still need doing… Ah, but that could wait til he wanted to flip Dean again. Right now Dean’s front was far too pristine.
“Gonna mark you up, Dean. Keep you marked. No one will ever forget that I own you.”
Dean wanted to argue – he really did! There was no way that Sam owned him. No one did – he was his own man. But there was no point. Sammy wasn’t listening. Every time he went to speak Sam would just bite harder. And fuck! It hurt.
In a good way.
So what if it made his dick jump, and his breath catch, and his body melt? So what if it made him feel kind of good in a hidden little corner of his mind. Needed. Wanted. Loved. And horny! Fuuuuck… his cock was so hard. And pushing against Sam. Maybe he could make it feel even better? Dean subtly shifted his hips, so he could fuck against Sam. God. They were both so slippery with precome…
Dean was so turned on he was only mildly ashamed that being tied down was a “thing” for him.
That being tied down and bitten was apparently a “thing” for him.
That being tied down and bitten by his brother was a “thing” for him.
After giving a token struggle against the grace bonds, Dean decided to go with the flow and just enjoy it. He focused on subtly rubbing himself against Sam. No need for Sam to know how good it felt. The touch of his hands, his mouth, his feathers were raising Dean’s lust levels to fever pitch. It just all felt so good. Even the attention on his shy nipples felt good – the soft nubs teased into hard peaks.
“Ouch! Sam!”
Sam bit hard, relishing both the sound of Dean’s pain and the give of flesh beneath his teeth. He continued to bite until he felt the skin give, before releasing the tortured flesh, only to sooth it with his tongue, licking the small flecks of blood.
Ignoring the complaints streaming from Dean’s mouth, Sam continued on a leisurely discovery of his mates’ body. When he wasn’t sucking marks onto Dean’s freckled skin, he was licking and tasting and touching. He wanted to coat Dean with himself, to devour Dean so he would never even think of anything else again.
His hands and mouth were not enough. Considering a moment, Sam allowed his wings to flare. Dean’s eyes were drawn to gorgeous green… He watched Sam tug gently on the primary feathers, shivering at the touch, before he gently caressed the soft, under feathers.
As a jolt of arousal shot through Sam’s body, Dean watched his hands on his feathers. He was unable to hold back a moan of arousal, as a thick, musky scent filled the air. He missed the slide of unctuous oil, through Sam’s feathers.
Sam continued caressing his feathers until his hands were dripping. Only then did he open his eyes, captivated by Dean’s expression. His hooded gaze was fixed on Sam’s mating plumage, and Sam couldn’t help but present them, spreading them wider, allowing his mate to see how big and bright they were. Proof that Sam was a strong mate, a strong provider.
Dean tore his eyes from the display. “Were… were you wanking… using your feathers?” Dean, looking equal parts horrified and intrigued, interrupted his litany of dissent. “Does it feel good?”
“You know it feels good, Dean. Earlier you stroked them gently. I got wet then. Got you wet too… Next time, you’ll stroke them Dean. How will you do it? Long, firm tugs? Or maybe soft little kitten pulls, just threading your fingers through my feathers.” Sam suited his actions to his words, now softly pulling the under feathers.
“I could do it now, Sam!” Dean’s voice was nothing if not hopeful. “I know I can make you feel good. If you just let me up…” Dean shook his wrists against the grace holding him down.
Sam grinned. “You are going to make me feel good, Dean. But this time, I’m taking care of you.”
Sam let go of the feathers, lowering himself back onto Dean. His oil covered hands grasped Dean’s wrists, before sweeping down the front of his body. Sam’s wings curved, dripping over Dean, before lightly running down Dean’s sides.
“Do you know what the oil is for, Dean? Angels use it to mark their mate. And…” Sam brought his fingers to Dean’s lips, pressing them inside. Dean automatically started to suck, then realising what he was doing turned his face away, attempting to dislodges Sam’s finger. Sam simply pushed his fingers further in until Dean gagged. “You’ve already tasted my oil Dean. I can feel it.”
Dean felt himself growing hotter.
“Did you know, Dean, angels can only mate with someone who feels the same way?”
Sam leaned forward, until his mouth brushed Dean’s ear. “I love you Dean. You’re mine. You always have been and you always will be.”
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By the time Sam sucked a final mark on the back of Dean’s calf, Dean was a writhing mess. Sam leaned back and looked down at his handiwork: Dean’s back was a constellation of bites and bruises, each corresponding to spot that caused Dean to gasp and moan. If Sam were to turn him over, his front would be just as well covered. A perfect map of Dean.
Sam smiled and ran his wingtips along Dean’s hips. He would make sure to keep the map up to date.
As if reading his mind, Dean shivered.
“Who would have thought you were so sensitive, Dean?”
Sam couldn’t help but admire the lean lines of his brother. And his ass was just calling to him. He’d carefully avoiding touching it as he caressed Dean’s body. Not he was ready to claim his mate. He moved in rutting against his brother, his hard and dripping cock nudging at Dean’s hole.
“Sammy!”
“So, how are you Dean? All good? Feeling relaxed and happy?”
There was deadly silence.
“You fucking asshole Sam!”
Sam couldn’t help but enjoy himself. “Purely platonic, isn’t it sweetheart?” Sam pushed a little harder, hearing Dean’s gasp.
“You can’t do that Sam! It won’t fit! You’re fucking huge!”
Much as he wanted just to push in and claim the ass in front of him, Sam knew he had to prepare Dean. “It’s ok, Dean,” he soothed. “I’ll open you up first, get you nice and stretched so that my cock will slip right in. When you’re ready, it’s going to feel so, so good.”
“If it’s going to feel so fucking good let’s swap places!”
Sam ignored his hysterical brother and grasped an ass cheek in hand and spread. And stared. Dean’s pretty pink, virginal hole. It didn’t look big enough to for his cock, but fuck – “You look so little back here Dean. So pretty. Going to look even prettier when you’re split you on my cock.”
Sam went to spit on Dean’s asshole – then thought the better of it. He grasped his anterior feathers, pulling firmly, shivering at their sensitivity. His oil glands were slightly sore from earlier, and Sam almost stopped. But the thought of stretching Dean out with his wing oil had his glands kick into production. The heady sent of oil and arousal filled the room. It affected Dean – the oil acting as an aphrodisiac between mates. Dean’s groans of annoyance changed to whimpers, echoing Sam’s moans of arousal.
“That’s it, baby,” Sam encouraged. “It feels good when you smell me.” He ran an oil covered finger over Dean’s tight hole, watching with fascination as his brother tightened, resisting all intrusion. But Sam just rubbed gently, allowing his finger tip to catch on the rim. Little by little Dean relaxed, until his hole gave way under the pressure of Sam’s finger, allowing his finger to sink in up to the first knuckle.
“Imagine when it’s my cock in you, Dean.” Sam couldn’t keep his voice from dropping lower. “You just sucked my finger in… such a dirty little hole, just begging to be filled.”
Dean tried to pull away, but didn’t have a lot of room to move. The grace restraints were holding him tight. It didn’t feel bad. But… “I don’t like having your finger… fingers!” yelped Dean, “in my ass, Sam.”
Sam had been busily adding more oil, slowly fucking his finger in and out before adding the second. “I know, baby.” Sam couldn’t take his eyes of the sight of Dean’s hole spreading around his fingers. Sam gently scissored them, stretching until he could slip a third in.
“Sam! Get them out.”
Sam stilled. “Do you really want me to that Dean?”
Dean was feeling angry and exposed. “Do I want you to remove your fingers? Damn straight I do!”
Sam recommenced his slow finger fucking. “Because I can do that Dean, but once I remove my fingers? I am going to fuck you. Now, I won’t take my fingers out til you ask me, so I am trusting you to know when you are ready to take my cock.
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The man was diabolical, Dean decided. There was only so much of Sam’s fingers stretching, and probing, and ah – touching – that he could take. Sam was teasing his prostrate with light touches. But fuck if it wasn’t enough… just a little bit…
“Uh uh uh Dean.” There was a small movement and then –
“SAM!”
A cockring made of grace. Fucking diabolical bastard.
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Sam could be patient. He could wait for Dean to ask to be fucked. And he would treasure that moment. And in the meantime, well, he could enjoy looking at his fingers stretching out Dean’s hole. His oil had eased the way for four fingers.
“You’re so hot and silky. Can’t wait to fuck you properly. Bet you want it too Dean – to split open and pounded.” Sam’s fingers hit Dean’s prostrate dead on. Dean shuddered. “My cock would hit you here, nice and deep. Over and over again. I bet you could come just on my cock Dean.
“Sam… I need to come… Please? Take it off?”
“The cock ring only comes off when you ask me fuck this pretty little ass.” Sam thrust a little harder, making Dean keen and his cock leak. “You ready for my cock Dean? You just need to ask me for it.”
Fuck! Fucking bastard! Dean wanted to hold out. He wanted to tell Sam just where he could go. But Dean’s cock was so hard and red and sore. It had been leaking non stop and while Dean wanted to come he didn’t want… He definitely didn’t want Sam to fuck him. But you’ve got no choice now, he told himself. You may as well enjoy it. You’ll get to come, and after that… well, maybe Sam will leave you alone.
Not that Dean really believed that.
“Fine,” Dean muttered.
Sam raised an eyebrow. “’Fine’? I’m pretty sure that wasn’t asking, Dean.”
Well, Dean wouldn’t be Dean if he wasn’t stubborn and mouthy, Sam thought with a fond smile. But there was a lesson that needed to be learnt: Sam was in charge. Dean could complain, and demand, and wheedle all he wanted. But ultimately Sam decided what happened. And right now, it was Sam’s decision whether Dean orgasmed or not. Thinking about the control he had, Sam couldn’t stop the rush of lust through his body, the groan that escaped his throat, nor the way his wings arched out in a possessive display. Oh yes. Dean was Sam’s. Sam’s Mate. Sam’s to love, to cherish, to fuck.
“Asking is when you say to me ‘Sammy, please… please fuck me. Please fill me with your cock.’ That is asking.”
Sam’s fingers were now dancing over Dean’s prostates. From the way Dean’s dick was dripping, it must have felt pretty good.
“I can make you feel better, Dean. You want to come? All you have to do is ask.”
“Please Sammy!” Dean was begging now. If he didn’t get release, he was sure his cock would explode. “Please! I have to come – please let me come!”
“I want to let you come. And now you are asking so prettily. But you forgot something…”
In a subtle remind Sam nudged his cock against Dean’s side.
“I…” Dean was torn. He wanted to come. And he wanted Sam’s cock – he really did. Sam’s fingers felt so fucking good, but he knew that Sam’s cock would feel even better, filling him and stretching him in ways he had only dreamed about in the darkest corners of his mind.
“I…” Dean wanted cock. He wanted Sam’s cock. But he didn’t want to ask. It would be admitting something that he had hidden from himself.
But it had always been hard hiding things from Sam.
“It’s ok Dean.” Sam body was covering his. “It’s ok to want this. You know I’ll take care of you.” Without even realising it, Sam slipped into Enochian. Words of love and protection and mating and forever spilling from his lips. And even though Dean didn’t understand the words, it was like something inside him loosened, allowing words long suppressed to spill from his lips.
“Sam… please… please fuck me! I want you to fill me until I can’t take anymore… fuck me until I pass out… make me yours”
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Sam could reward good behavior. With a thought he removed all of Dean’s restraints. A hard thrust had Sam sinking balls deep in Dean. Dean fell forward, barely catching himself as he came, hard, painting his stomach and chest with come. The feeling of finally – finally – being filled and stretched was too much. As Dean gasped and shuddered through his orgasm, Sam’s wings curled around, cradling Dean’s body, allowing Sam to continue thrusting at a punishing pace. Dean drooped, allowing himself to be held in position. Sam was growling now, hands gripping his hips painfully hard. A final thrust and Sam buried himself as deep as he could, before throwing his body forward, pushing Dean flat underneath him.
“Sam…?”
Sam’s mouth was at Dean’s shoulder. “Mine!” growled Sam, before sinking his teeth into the side of Dean’s neck. Sam came hard, as he bit Dean. He rode Dean’s ass through his orgasm, biting harder, and harder until he tasted blood. A final growl and he collapsed, feeling Dean sink further into the mattress under his weight.
After a few moments, Sam was able to breathe properly. He lifted his head, looking at the mark – their bonding mark.
It was perfect.
He licked it, enjoying the metallic tastes of Dean’s blood – blood which now thrummed with his grace. Dean moaned softly beneath him, making weak efforts to dislodge his brother. Sam allowed himself to be removed, before flipping Dean on his back, and once again binding his wrists.
“Sam? Really??”
Before Dean had time to say more Sam was pushing into him again. (“Not fucking possible, Sam!” Dean was yelling beneath him). Slow and steady this, maintaining eye contact with Dean the whole time.
“Mine, Dean. You’re mine.”
It was too much. It was too much! Dean felt overwhelmed by all of Sam. Sam’s cock filling him. Sam’s grace binding him. Sam’s eyes trapping him. Dean turned his head, feeling tears fill his eyes. It was just too much.
“No Dean – look at me.”
Sam’s hand on his jaw. Gently but firmly turning his head so their eyes met once more. Dean shut his eyes, as Sam thumbed the tears away, licking the tracks left on his face.
“Open your eyes and look at me.”
It was an order, and Dean found himself unable to disobey. Unshed tears shimmered, giving his eyes the iridescence of the Sam’s wings, which splayed behind Sam. One wingtip angled forward, catching a tear as trickled from Dean’s eye.
“My wings match your eyes.” Sam’s voice was husky. “I’ve wanted you for so long Dean. And now you’re mine. Tell me Dean. Say it.”
“Sam… I can’t!”
Sam pushed a little deeper. “Tell me Dean.”
Sam made love to Dean. Slowly, gently. He wouldn’t allow Dean to look away. He wouldn’t allow Dean to hide from the way Sam filled him, from the pleasure and pain that Sam brought him. From the way Dean came as Sam spilled into him, before collapsing, crushing Dean beneath his weight.
“Yours.”
The word was almost too quiet. But Sam heard.
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They lay there for long moments, until Sam pulled back, running his hands over the marks on Dean’s body, carefully fitting fingers to bruises, teeth to bite marks. He paused at the bite at the side of Dean’s neck, eyes darkening as he fingered the mark. Dean was his, and now everyone would know it.
“This one is here forever, Dean. Our bond mark. From now on, everyone will know your mine.”
Dean tiredly turned his head. He was physically and emotionally overwhelmed. “Can you let me up now, Sammy?”
“No. I haven’t finished.”
Dean frowned and snapped at his brother, “Well I’m ready to get up Sam! My body can’t take any more! You’re not the one who… well… you know…”
Dean couldn’t help trailing off. Sure, in the end he had welcomed Sam's cock. Asked for it. Begged for it. Came fucking hard as it filled him. Dean shivered. He may have loved it, but that didn’t mean he wanted to talk about it.
“I’m not the one who what Dean? Got fucked into the mattress and loved every second of it?”
“It can be arranged, Sam. We can do that next time.” Dean growled, and Sam laughed.
“I don’t think so, but you know… if you have the energy to argue, I obviously haven’t done a good enough job…” Sam had finally finished playing with the bite mark (Dean was not going think of that as a bonding mark or anything like that. Nope. Not today. Maybe not ever) and was moving down his body. Fingers came to rest on his hips, digging into the already lurid coloured bruises.
“Fuck’s sake, Sammy! That hurts.”
Sam ignored his whining mate, kissing beside Dean’s spent cock, licking the come off Dean’s body before hooking a hand under each of Dean’s thighs and spreading them.
Wide.
“Sam!”
The shocked outrage in Dean’s voice made him smile, but he didn’t take his eyes off the site of his come dripping from Dean’s puffy and well fucked hole.
“Oh Dean… if only you knew how good you looked. You’re hole is red and swollen, my come dripping out of you…” Sam couldn’t stop himself from running his finger around the red rim. Dean attempted to close his legs. Sam stopped that immediately. A thought and Deans legs were held open with Sam’s grace.
“Stop binding me with your fucking grace, Sam!”
“You will never hide yourself from me Dean. I want to see it all.” Sam pushed two fingers into the sloppy hole. “So hot in here.”
Sam removed his fingers, licking them idly. Before coating them again and dragging them over Dean’s body, drawing symbols of love and ownership again and again.
Dean was horrified. “Are you… Fuck! You’re wiping your fucking jizz on me! Sam! Stop it.”
“Not stopping, sweetheart.”
Dean appeared unable to respond.
Sam paused. “I’m drawing my claim on you Dean. Enochian symbols, drawn in my seed that will sink into your very soul. A claim that other angels can see. It shows them that you mine.”
Sam felt his cock throb again. Everything about Dean’s body showed Sam’s claim – the bruises and bites, the come painted all over him, the scent of Sam’s musk permeating Dean’s pores. With a growl Sam pushed in again. Dean asshole was wet and sloppy, and so fucking good.
“Never gonna let you forget that Dean, that I own this pretty ass. Never gonna let you forget how much you like it Dean." Sam's hips snapped forward and Dean grunted. "I'll look after you. This pretty little ass will never be empty again. Ahhhhhhh... It’s feels so good Dean… you’re such a good boy, taking my cock like that. You're made for it - made for me. Mine”
Sam hammered into Dean until Dean came again, cock jerking in short sharp bursts. He slowed, running his hands through Dean’s come, licking it from his finger.Dean was too fucked out to argue or even move. It just made Sam harder.
Now it was all about cementing the lesson, showing Dean (if he had been under any illusions before) exactly who owned him. With a growl he pushed in again, balls deep, before pulling out and slamming in again and again. With a final thrust and full throated roar, Sam came, filling Dean’s ass again. He collapsed, wrapping his arms around Dean to keep their sweat slickened bodies as close as angelically possible.
Dean pushed weakly at his hands. “Get off Sammy. Need shower. Then sleep.”
In response, Sam rolled them both on their sides, pulling Dean close, keeping his softened cock firmly inside Dean’s ass.
“Ugghhh.”
“What was that? You love my cock? Please keep it in me?” Sam rutting a little bit, just because it felt so good. “Knew you’d love being fucked. Just as much as I love fucking you.” Sam paused before stating fiercely “And I love you Dean. I always have. And now you’re mine. You’ll be safe from now on. I’ll look after you.” Sam placed his lips over the bond mark. “Mine.”
Dean batted at Sam’s hands which had been growing tighter. “You’re such a fucking girl. If you’re not going to let me shower, at least shut up and let me sleep.”
Sam laughed. And kissed Dean’s head. And cuddled him closer. Dean was his and that was all that mattered.
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Castiel and Gabriel were talking quietly in the kitchen, Castiel a little anxious about his hunter. Sam hadn’t been in a gentle mood when he removed Dean from their presence. They both looked up as Dean shuffled into the kitchen. Gabriel could barely restrain his laughter.
“It’s not funny!” Dean hissed. “I can barely walk, I’m covered with hickeys, and he bit me!” Dean pulled his shirt down, exposing the bite mark on his neck. “He fucking bit me and it bled.” He turned puppy dog eyes on Castiel, already having written Gabriel off as a waste of time. “Don’t suppose you could heal them for me, Cas?”
Gabriel covered his eyes, while Castiel squinted slightly. “Uh… I could Dean, but I won’t.”
“Why not?! They hurt! And more to the point,” Dean managed to look slightly embarrassed. “They are everywhere, so everyone can see them. And, well…” His voice trailed off. Both angels were shaking their heads.
“Dean, it would be entirely inappropriate of me to heal your dominants marks.”
“What? Dominant?”
“Yes, the dominant is the one who….”
“I know what a fucking dominant is! But you... what… What makes you think that I… that he…” Fuck. This conversation was not going the way Dean had envisaged. But he manfully drew himself up. “Sam could be my bitch in bed you know.”
The angels exchanged a look, Gabriel not even bothering to hide his laughter this time. But it was Castiel who spoke. “Dean, I don’t believe you actually understand what a dominant is.” He looked thoughtful for a moment. “I believe it is my responsibility to enlighten you.”
Dean turned to Gabriel. “I was wrong. I should never have started this conversation. Can you please stop him?”
Gabriel just settled himself on the kitchen bench. “Can’t stop it now, Dean-o! I want to see where little bro is going with this. It’s his first time given an angels and the bees talk. My little cherub – all grown up.” Gabriel ostentatiously wiped a tear from his eye. Dean growled at him.
Castiel ignored the by-play, a serious expression on his. “Angels are either dominant or submissive. And Sam is a dominant. You saw the way he was marking and protecting territory in the bunker. And well,” and a slight blush touched Castiels’ cheeks. “He… well… Dominant angels mark their submissive. ”
Dean stared at Castiel. “You’re saying he wanted everyone to see these? What the fuck?”
Castiel nodded. “Specifically that mark on your collarbone –it’s your mating bond.”
“What?” Dean squawked. Dean had managed to erase that conversation from yesterday. “What mating bond? With Sammy? Me and Sammy? No… No, I really don’t think so!”
As Dean ranted and rambled, Castiel made soothing sounds, careful not to approach the distressed man. Despite his concern for Dean, Castiel was conscious of the fact that Sam could awake and appear at any moment. But Castiel’s careful distance was to no avail. Some of Sam’s angelic mojo must have rubbed off on Dean, because the man just appeared in front of Castiel, grabbing the front his shirt. “This is not ok, Cas. This is Not Ok. Heal them! Heal them now. Every. Last. One!” By the end Dean was shouting and shaking Castiel. Castiel in turn tried to disengage Deans’ hands.
“Dean.” The name was barked from behind him.
And just when he thought it couldn’t get worse. Dean sighed, forehead falling forward to rest on Castiels’ chest. Clutching the front of Castiel’s coat, he whimpered. Castiel was unsuccessfully attempting to remove Dean before Sam reached him, while Gabriel laughed from his spot on the bench. He failed miserable, Sam grabbing Dean, hauling him back against his chest. One firm arm wrapped around his waist, while the other pulled his head back, exposing the bond mark clearly to the other angels in the room.
“Do we need to discuss this?” Sam’s voice was a dark threat. His wings were displayed aggressively. The two angels shook their heads, murmuring platitudes.
Sam’s grip tightened, pulling until Dean’s eyes met his. “Do I need to show you your place again?” Sam growled in his ear.
“No! No! Of course not, Sam!” Dean’s response was rapid and garbled. The tension in the room dissipated, although Sam kept a tight hold on Dean’s hair. “Sam? Could you… maybe let go of me now?” Sam growled in response, Dean wincing as the pressure on his head increased. “ Cas? Gabe? A bit of help??”
Within the space of heart beat, Sam had Dean thrown over his shoulder and was striding back towards the bedroom. He turned in the doorway, levelling a glare to the rooms occupants. “Dean is mine. Do not touch him. Ever again.”
They watched in silence as Sam slammed the door, before Gabriel got up, stretching his arms above his head.
“I think we were both right, Cassy!” He said brightly. “Dean have any common sense or sense of self preservation.”
Part 1 Part 2
Part 1 part 2
Sam leaned forward, hiding his smile in Dean’s throat. He could feel Dean’s arousal pushing against him. If Dean’s dick was ready for action, well, it followed the Dean was too. It made him want to bite something. Dean. It made him want to bite Dean. He nuzzled Dean’s throat gently, before giving into his instincts, adding another bruise. And another. Growling happily to himself, Sam sucked bruises along Dean’s throat, feeling his heart swell and his cock fill. The marks would darken nicely, effectively collaring the front of Dean’s throat. The back would still need doing… Ah, but that could wait til he wanted to flip Dean again. Right now Dean’s front was far too pristine.
“Gonna mark you up, Dean. Keep you marked. No one will ever forget that I own you.”
Dean wanted to argue – he really did! There was no way that Sam owned him. No one did – he was his own man. But there was no point. Sammy wasn’t listening. Every time he went to speak Sam would just bite harder. And fuck! It hurt.
In a good way.
So what if it made his dick jump, and his breath catch, and his body melt? So what if it made him feel kind of good in a hidden little corner of his mind. Needed. Wanted. Loved. And horny! Fuuuuck… his cock was so hard. And pushing against Sam. Maybe he could make it feel even better? Dean subtly shifted his hips, so he could fuck against Sam. God. They were both so slippery with precome…
Dean was so turned on he was only mildly ashamed that being tied down was a “thing” for him.
That being tied down and bitten was apparently a “thing” for him.
That being tied down and bitten by his brother was a “thing” for him.
After giving a token struggle against the grace bonds, Dean decided to go with the flow and just enjoy it. He focused on subtly rubbing himself against Sam. No need for Sam to know how good it felt. The touch of his hands, his mouth, his feathers were raising Dean’s lust levels to fever pitch. It just all felt so good. Even the attention on his shy nipples felt good – the soft nubs teased into hard peaks.
“Ouch! Sam!”
Sam bit hard, relishing both the sound of Dean’s pain and the give of flesh beneath his teeth. He continued to bite until he felt the skin give, before releasing the tortured flesh, only to sooth it with his tongue, licking the small flecks of blood.
Ignoring the complaints streaming from Dean’s mouth, Sam continued on a leisurely discovery of his mates’ body. When he wasn’t sucking marks onto Dean’s freckled skin, he was licking and tasting and touching. He wanted to coat Dean with himself, to devour Dean so he would never even think of anything else again.
His hands and mouth were not enough. Considering a moment, Sam allowed his wings to flare. Dean’s eyes were drawn to gorgeous green… He watched Sam tug gently on the primary feathers, shivering at the touch, before he gently caressed the soft, under feathers.
As a jolt of arousal shot through Sam’s body, Dean watched his hands on his feathers. He was unable to hold back a moan of arousal, as a thick, musky scent filled the air. He missed the slide of unctuous oil, through Sam’s feathers.
Sam continued caressing his feathers until his hands were dripping. Only then did he open his eyes, captivated by Dean’s expression. His hooded gaze was fixed on Sam’s mating plumage, and Sam couldn’t help but present them, spreading them wider, allowing his mate to see how big and bright they were. Proof that Sam was a strong mate, a strong provider.
Dean tore his eyes from the display. “Were… were you wanking… using your feathers?” Dean, looking equal parts horrified and intrigued, interrupted his litany of dissent. “Does it feel good?”
“You know it feels good, Dean. Earlier you stroked them gently. I got wet then. Got you wet too… Next time, you’ll stroke them Dean. How will you do it? Long, firm tugs? Or maybe soft little kitten pulls, just threading your fingers through my feathers.” Sam suited his actions to his words, now softly pulling the under feathers.
“I could do it now, Sam!” Dean’s voice was nothing if not hopeful. “I know I can make you feel good. If you just let me up…” Dean shook his wrists against the grace holding him down.
Sam grinned. “You are going to make me feel good, Dean. But this time, I’m taking care of you.”
Sam let go of the feathers, lowering himself back onto Dean. His oil covered hands grasped Dean’s wrists, before sweeping down the front of his body. Sam’s wings curved, dripping over Dean, before lightly running down Dean’s sides.
“Do you know what the oil is for, Dean? Angels use it to mark their mate. And…” Sam brought his fingers to Dean’s lips, pressing them inside. Dean automatically started to suck, then realising what he was doing turned his face away, attempting to dislodges Sam’s finger. Sam simply pushed his fingers further in until Dean gagged. “You’ve already tasted my oil Dean. I can feel it.”
Dean felt himself growing hotter.
“Did you know, Dean, angels can only mate with someone who feels the same way?”
Sam leaned forward, until his mouth brushed Dean’s ear. “I love you Dean. You’re mine. You always have been and you always will be.”
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By the time Sam sucked a final mark on the back of Dean’s calf, Dean was a writhing mess. Sam leaned back and looked down at his handiwork: Dean’s back was a constellation of bites and bruises, each corresponding to spot that caused Dean to gasp and moan. If Sam were to turn him over, his front would be just as well covered. A perfect map of Dean.
Sam smiled and ran his wingtips along Dean’s hips. He would make sure to keep the map up to date.
As if reading his mind, Dean shivered.
“Who would have thought you were so sensitive, Dean?”
Sam couldn’t help but admire the lean lines of his brother. And his ass was just calling to him. He’d carefully avoiding touching it as he caressed Dean’s body. Not he was ready to claim his mate. He moved in rutting against his brother, his hard and dripping cock nudging at Dean’s hole.
“Sammy!”
“So, how are you Dean? All good? Feeling relaxed and happy?”
There was deadly silence.
“You fucking asshole Sam!”
Sam couldn’t help but enjoy himself. “Purely platonic, isn’t it sweetheart?” Sam pushed a little harder, hearing Dean’s gasp.
“You can’t do that Sam! It won’t fit! You’re fucking huge!”
Much as he wanted just to push in and claim the ass in front of him, Sam knew he had to prepare Dean. “It’s ok, Dean,” he soothed. “I’ll open you up first, get you nice and stretched so that my cock will slip right in. When you’re ready, it’s going to feel so, so good.”
“If it’s going to feel so fucking good let’s swap places!”
Sam ignored his hysterical brother and grasped an ass cheek in hand and spread. And stared. Dean’s pretty pink, virginal hole. It didn’t look big enough to for his cock, but fuck – “You look so little back here Dean. So pretty. Going to look even prettier when you’re split you on my cock.”
Sam went to spit on Dean’s asshole – then thought the better of it. He grasped his anterior feathers, pulling firmly, shivering at their sensitivity. His oil glands were slightly sore from earlier, and Sam almost stopped. But the thought of stretching Dean out with his wing oil had his glands kick into production. The heady sent of oil and arousal filled the room. It affected Dean – the oil acting as an aphrodisiac between mates. Dean’s groans of annoyance changed to whimpers, echoing Sam’s moans of arousal.
“That’s it, baby,” Sam encouraged. “It feels good when you smell me.” He ran an oil covered finger over Dean’s tight hole, watching with fascination as his brother tightened, resisting all intrusion. But Sam just rubbed gently, allowing his finger tip to catch on the rim. Little by little Dean relaxed, until his hole gave way under the pressure of Sam’s finger, allowing his finger to sink in up to the first knuckle.
“Imagine when it’s my cock in you, Dean.” Sam couldn’t keep his voice from dropping lower. “You just sucked my finger in… such a dirty little hole, just begging to be filled.”
Dean tried to pull away, but didn’t have a lot of room to move. The grace restraints were holding him tight. It didn’t feel bad. But… “I don’t like having your finger… fingers!” yelped Dean, “in my ass, Sam.”
Sam had been busily adding more oil, slowly fucking his finger in and out before adding the second. “I know, baby.” Sam couldn’t take his eyes of the sight of Dean’s hole spreading around his fingers. Sam gently scissored them, stretching until he could slip a third in.
“Sam! Get them out.”
Sam stilled. “Do you really want me to that Dean?”
Dean was feeling angry and exposed. “Do I want you to remove your fingers? Damn straight I do!”
Sam recommenced his slow finger fucking. “Because I can do that Dean, but once I remove my fingers? I am going to fuck you. Now, I won’t take my fingers out til you ask me, so I am trusting you to know when you are ready to take my cock.
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The man was diabolical, Dean decided. There was only so much of Sam’s fingers stretching, and probing, and ah – touching – that he could take. Sam was teasing his prostrate with light touches. But fuck if it wasn’t enough… just a little bit…
“Uh uh uh Dean.” There was a small movement and then –
“SAM!”
A cockring made of grace. Fucking diabolical bastard.
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Sam could be patient. He could wait for Dean to ask to be fucked. And he would treasure that moment. And in the meantime, well, he could enjoy looking at his fingers stretching out Dean’s hole. His oil had eased the way for four fingers.
“You’re so hot and silky. Can’t wait to fuck you properly. Bet you want it too Dean – to split open and pounded.” Sam’s fingers hit Dean’s prostrate dead on. Dean shuddered. “My cock would hit you here, nice and deep. Over and over again. I bet you could come just on my cock Dean.
“Sam… I need to come… Please? Take it off?”
“The cock ring only comes off when you ask me fuck this pretty little ass.” Sam thrust a little harder, making Dean keen and his cock leak. “You ready for my cock Dean? You just need to ask me for it.”
Fuck! Fucking bastard! Dean wanted to hold out. He wanted to tell Sam just where he could go. But Dean’s cock was so hard and red and sore. It had been leaking non stop and while Dean wanted to come he didn’t want… He definitely didn’t want Sam to fuck him. But you’ve got no choice now, he told himself. You may as well enjoy it. You’ll get to come, and after that… well, maybe Sam will leave you alone.
Not that Dean really believed that.
“Fine,” Dean muttered.
Sam raised an eyebrow. “’Fine’? I’m pretty sure that wasn’t asking, Dean.”
Well, Dean wouldn’t be Dean if he wasn’t stubborn and mouthy, Sam thought with a fond smile. But there was a lesson that needed to be learnt: Sam was in charge. Dean could complain, and demand, and wheedle all he wanted. But ultimately Sam decided what happened. And right now, it was Sam’s decision whether Dean orgasmed or not. Thinking about the control he had, Sam couldn’t stop the rush of lust through his body, the groan that escaped his throat, nor the way his wings arched out in a possessive display. Oh yes. Dean was Sam’s. Sam’s Mate. Sam’s to love, to cherish, to fuck.
“Asking is when you say to me ‘Sammy, please… please fuck me. Please fill me with your cock.’ That is asking.”
Sam’s fingers were now dancing over Dean’s prostates. From the way Dean’s dick was dripping, it must have felt pretty good.
“I can make you feel better, Dean. You want to come? All you have to do is ask.”
“Please Sammy!” Dean was begging now. If he didn’t get release, he was sure his cock would explode. “Please! I have to come – please let me come!”
“I want to let you come. And now you are asking so prettily. But you forgot something…”
In a subtle remind Sam nudged his cock against Dean’s side.
“I…” Dean was torn. He wanted to come. And he wanted Sam’s cock – he really did. Sam’s fingers felt so fucking good, but he knew that Sam’s cock would feel even better, filling him and stretching him in ways he had only dreamed about in the darkest corners of his mind.
“I…” Dean wanted cock. He wanted Sam’s cock. But he didn’t want to ask. It would be admitting something that he had hidden from himself.
But it had always been hard hiding things from Sam.
“It’s ok Dean.” Sam body was covering his. “It’s ok to want this. You know I’ll take care of you.” Without even realising it, Sam slipped into Enochian. Words of love and protection and mating and forever spilling from his lips. And even though Dean didn’t understand the words, it was like something inside him loosened, allowing words long suppressed to spill from his lips.
“Sam… please… please fuck me! I want you to fill me until I can’t take anymore… fuck me until I pass out… make me yours”
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Sam could reward good behavior. With a thought he removed all of Dean’s restraints. A hard thrust had Sam sinking balls deep in Dean. Dean fell forward, barely catching himself as he came, hard, painting his stomach and chest with come. The feeling of finally – finally – being filled and stretched was too much. As Dean gasped and shuddered through his orgasm, Sam’s wings curled around, cradling Dean’s body, allowing Sam to continue thrusting at a punishing pace. Dean drooped, allowing himself to be held in position. Sam was growling now, hands gripping his hips painfully hard. A final thrust and Sam buried himself as deep as he could, before throwing his body forward, pushing Dean flat underneath him.
“Sam…?”
Sam’s mouth was at Dean’s shoulder. “Mine!” growled Sam, before sinking his teeth into the side of Dean’s neck. Sam came hard, as he bit Dean. He rode Dean’s ass through his orgasm, biting harder, and harder until he tasted blood. A final growl and he collapsed, feeling Dean sink further into the mattress under his weight.
After a few moments, Sam was able to breathe properly. He lifted his head, looking at the mark – their bonding mark.
It was perfect.
He licked it, enjoying the metallic tastes of Dean’s blood – blood which now thrummed with his grace. Dean moaned softly beneath him, making weak efforts to dislodge his brother. Sam allowed himself to be removed, before flipping Dean on his back, and once again binding his wrists.
“Sam? Really??”
Before Dean had time to say more Sam was pushing into him again. (“Not fucking possible, Sam!” Dean was yelling beneath him). Slow and steady this, maintaining eye contact with Dean the whole time.
“Mine, Dean. You’re mine.”
It was too much. It was too much! Dean felt overwhelmed by all of Sam. Sam’s cock filling him. Sam’s grace binding him. Sam’s eyes trapping him. Dean turned his head, feeling tears fill his eyes. It was just too much.
“No Dean – look at me.”
Sam’s hand on his jaw. Gently but firmly turning his head so their eyes met once more. Dean shut his eyes, as Sam thumbed the tears away, licking the tracks left on his face.
“Open your eyes and look at me.”
It was an order, and Dean found himself unable to disobey. Unshed tears shimmered, giving his eyes the iridescence of the Sam’s wings, which splayed behind Sam. One wingtip angled forward, catching a tear as trickled from Dean’s eye.
“My wings match your eyes.” Sam’s voice was husky. “I’ve wanted you for so long Dean. And now you’re mine. Tell me Dean. Say it.”
“Sam… I can’t!”
Sam pushed a little deeper. “Tell me Dean.”
Sam made love to Dean. Slowly, gently. He wouldn’t allow Dean to look away. He wouldn’t allow Dean to hide from the way Sam filled him, from the pleasure and pain that Sam brought him. From the way Dean came as Sam spilled into him, before collapsing, crushing Dean beneath his weight.
“Yours.”
The word was almost too quiet. But Sam heard.
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They lay there for long moments, until Sam pulled back, running his hands over the marks on Dean’s body, carefully fitting fingers to bruises, teeth to bite marks. He paused at the bite at the side of Dean’s neck, eyes darkening as he fingered the mark. Dean was his, and now everyone would know it.
“This one is here forever, Dean. Our bond mark. From now on, everyone will know your mine.”
Dean tiredly turned his head. He was physically and emotionally overwhelmed. “Can you let me up now, Sammy?”
“No. I haven’t finished.”
Dean frowned and snapped at his brother, “Well I’m ready to get up Sam! My body can’t take any more! You’re not the one who… well… you know…”
Dean couldn’t help trailing off. Sure, in the end he had welcomed Sam's cock. Asked for it. Begged for it. Came fucking hard as it filled him. Dean shivered. He may have loved it, but that didn’t mean he wanted to talk about it.
“I’m not the one who what Dean? Got fucked into the mattress and loved every second of it?”
“It can be arranged, Sam. We can do that next time.” Dean growled, and Sam laughed.
“I don’t think so, but you know… if you have the energy to argue, I obviously haven’t done a good enough job…” Sam had finally finished playing with the bite mark (Dean was not going think of that as a bonding mark or anything like that. Nope. Not today. Maybe not ever) and was moving down his body. Fingers came to rest on his hips, digging into the already lurid coloured bruises.
“Fuck’s sake, Sammy! That hurts.”
Sam ignored his whining mate, kissing beside Dean’s spent cock, licking the come off Dean’s body before hooking a hand under each of Dean’s thighs and spreading them.
Wide.
“Sam!”
The shocked outrage in Dean’s voice made him smile, but he didn’t take his eyes off the site of his come dripping from Dean’s puffy and well fucked hole.
“Oh Dean… if only you knew how good you looked. You’re hole is red and swollen, my come dripping out of you…” Sam couldn’t stop himself from running his finger around the red rim. Dean attempted to close his legs. Sam stopped that immediately. A thought and Deans legs were held open with Sam’s grace.
“Stop binding me with your fucking grace, Sam!”
“You will never hide yourself from me Dean. I want to see it all.” Sam pushed two fingers into the sloppy hole. “So hot in here.”
Sam removed his fingers, licking them idly. Before coating them again and dragging them over Dean’s body, drawing symbols of love and ownership again and again.
Dean was horrified. “Are you… Fuck! You’re wiping your fucking jizz on me! Sam! Stop it.”
“Not stopping, sweetheart.”
Dean appeared unable to respond.
Sam paused. “I’m drawing my claim on you Dean. Enochian symbols, drawn in my seed that will sink into your very soul. A claim that other angels can see. It shows them that you mine.”
Sam felt his cock throb again. Everything about Dean’s body showed Sam’s claim – the bruises and bites, the come painted all over him, the scent of Sam’s musk permeating Dean’s pores. With a growl Sam pushed in again. Dean asshole was wet and sloppy, and so fucking good.
“Never gonna let you forget that Dean, that I own this pretty ass. Never gonna let you forget how much you like it Dean." Sam's hips snapped forward and Dean grunted. "I'll look after you. This pretty little ass will never be empty again. Ahhhhhhh... It’s feels so good Dean… you’re such a good boy, taking my cock like that. You're made for it - made for me. Mine”
Sam hammered into Dean until Dean came again, cock jerking in short sharp bursts. He slowed, running his hands through Dean’s come, licking it from his finger.Dean was too fucked out to argue or even move. It just made Sam harder.
Now it was all about cementing the lesson, showing Dean (if he had been under any illusions before) exactly who owned him. With a growl he pushed in again, balls deep, before pulling out and slamming in again and again. With a final thrust and full throated roar, Sam came, filling Dean’s ass again. He collapsed, wrapping his arms around Dean to keep their sweat slickened bodies as close as angelically possible.
Dean pushed weakly at his hands. “Get off Sammy. Need shower. Then sleep.”
In response, Sam rolled them both on their sides, pulling Dean close, keeping his softened cock firmly inside Dean’s ass.
“Ugghhh.”
“What was that? You love my cock? Please keep it in me?” Sam rutting a little bit, just because it felt so good. “Knew you’d love being fucked. Just as much as I love fucking you.” Sam paused before stating fiercely “And I love you Dean. I always have. And now you’re mine. You’ll be safe from now on. I’ll look after you.” Sam placed his lips over the bond mark. “Mine.”
Dean batted at Sam’s hands which had been growing tighter. “You’re such a fucking girl. If you’re not going to let me shower, at least shut up and let me sleep.”
Sam laughed. And kissed Dean’s head. And cuddled him closer. Dean was his and that was all that mattered.
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Castiel and Gabriel were talking quietly in the kitchen, Castiel a little anxious about his hunter. Sam hadn’t been in a gentle mood when he removed Dean from their presence. They both looked up as Dean shuffled into the kitchen. Gabriel could barely restrain his laughter.
“It’s not funny!” Dean hissed. “I can barely walk, I’m covered with hickeys, and he bit me!” Dean pulled his shirt down, exposing the bite mark on his neck. “He fucking bit me and it bled.” He turned puppy dog eyes on Castiel, already having written Gabriel off as a waste of time. “Don’t suppose you could heal them for me, Cas?”
Gabriel covered his eyes, while Castiel squinted slightly. “Uh… I could Dean, but I won’t.”
“Why not?! They hurt! And more to the point,” Dean managed to look slightly embarrassed. “They are everywhere, so everyone can see them. And, well…” His voice trailed off. Both angels were shaking their heads.
“Dean, it would be entirely inappropriate of me to heal your dominants marks.”
“What? Dominant?”
“Yes, the dominant is the one who….”
“I know what a fucking dominant is! But you... what… What makes you think that I… that he…” Fuck. This conversation was not going the way Dean had envisaged. But he manfully drew himself up. “Sam could be my bitch in bed you know.”
The angels exchanged a look, Gabriel not even bothering to hide his laughter this time. But it was Castiel who spoke. “Dean, I don’t believe you actually understand what a dominant is.” He looked thoughtful for a moment. “I believe it is my responsibility to enlighten you.”
Dean turned to Gabriel. “I was wrong. I should never have started this conversation. Can you please stop him?”
Gabriel just settled himself on the kitchen bench. “Can’t stop it now, Dean-o! I want to see where little bro is going with this. It’s his first time given an angels and the bees talk. My little cherub – all grown up.” Gabriel ostentatiously wiped a tear from his eye. Dean growled at him.
Castiel ignored the by-play, a serious expression on his. “Angels are either dominant or submissive. And Sam is a dominant. You saw the way he was marking and protecting territory in the bunker. And well,” and a slight blush touched Castiels’ cheeks. “He… well… Dominant angels mark their submissive. ”
Dean stared at Castiel. “You’re saying he wanted everyone to see these? What the fuck?”
Castiel nodded. “Specifically that mark on your collarbone –it’s your mating bond.”
“What?” Dean squawked. Dean had managed to erase that conversation from yesterday. “What mating bond? With Sammy? Me and Sammy? No… No, I really don’t think so!”
As Dean ranted and rambled, Castiel made soothing sounds, careful not to approach the distressed man. Despite his concern for Dean, Castiel was conscious of the fact that Sam could awake and appear at any moment. But Castiel’s careful distance was to no avail. Some of Sam’s angelic mojo must have rubbed off on Dean, because the man just appeared in front of Castiel, grabbing the front his shirt. “This is not ok, Cas. This is Not Ok. Heal them! Heal them now. Every. Last. One!” By the end Dean was shouting and shaking Castiel. Castiel in turn tried to disengage Deans’ hands.
“Dean.” The name was barked from behind him.
And just when he thought it couldn’t get worse. Dean sighed, forehead falling forward to rest on Castiels’ chest. Clutching the front of Castiel’s coat, he whimpered. Castiel was unsuccessfully attempting to remove Dean before Sam reached him, while Gabriel laughed from his spot on the bench. He failed miserable, Sam grabbing Dean, hauling him back against his chest. One firm arm wrapped around his waist, while the other pulled his head back, exposing the bond mark clearly to the other angels in the room.
“Do we need to discuss this?” Sam’s voice was a dark threat. His wings were displayed aggressively. The two angels shook their heads, murmuring platitudes.
Sam’s grip tightened, pulling until Dean’s eyes met his. “Do I need to show you your place again?” Sam growled in his ear.
“No! No! Of course not, Sam!” Dean’s response was rapid and garbled. The tension in the room dissipated, although Sam kept a tight hold on Dean’s hair. “Sam? Could you… maybe let go of me now?” Sam growled in response, Dean wincing as the pressure on his head increased. “ Cas? Gabe? A bit of help??”
Within the space of heart beat, Sam had Dean thrown over his shoulder and was striding back towards the bedroom. He turned in the doorway, levelling a glare to the rooms occupants. “Dean is mine. Do not touch him. Ever again.”
They watched in silence as Sam slammed the door, before Gabriel got up, stretching his arms above his head.
“I think we were both right, Cassy!” He said brightly. “Dean have any common sense or sense of self preservation.”
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