Fic: Alpha Male (Sam/Dean Supernatural)
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: AU(ish), graphic sex, rough sex??
Notes: First in the creatively named Werewolf Porn series
Summary - Dean's been turned into a werewolf and the only way for Sam to protect him is by making Dean recognize him as the alpha - which means there's porn. Oh yeah!
Dean sits on the bed, naked except for his jeans and a pair of briefs Sam can just see peeking out above his waistband. The elder Winchester's hands are resting over his knees and though the position looks relaxed, there's palpable tension in every muscle. His eyes track Sam as he paces across the end of the room, still barely five feet away and not nearly far enough as far as Sam is concerned. The look on Dean's face is a mix of anxious and hopeful that leaves Sam trying desperately not to find some metaphor about a dog waiting for a treat. He's failing miserably.
Sam knows that this is the way it has to go - God knows he's spent hours analyzing every other possible option - but he doesn't have to like it. And he really wishes he didn't.
Last month, when Dean had first managed to get himself tagged by that werewolf in Pasadena the only thing on their minds was finding a cure, but after trying every ritual he and Bobby could find - plus a few they just cobbled together themselves - they had come to one conclusion; there was no fix for being a werewolf. After that, research mode had kicked in looking for a way to control the thing that was growing inside of Dean and while there wasn't much to be found, they'd managed to turn up one fact that had become their single pathetic hope.
According to one of Bobby's hunter contacts werewolves, on the rare occasions they ran in packs, operated just like regular wolves; they followed an alpha, did as he commanded even if it went against their instincts. To become the alpha though... well they didn't have much to go on there, so they were operating under the assumption that it might work the same as with other animals, which meant all Sam had to do was assert dominance. No problem, right? Just go assert his dominance over the older brother who had spent his entire life making him feel about as capable and imposing as a six year old. And as a cherry on top, came the realization of exactly what "asserting dominance" meant.
On one hand they could try and fight it out, hoping Sam would come out on top - he knew he was as good a fighter as Dean normally - except that, for it to really mean anything Dean would have to give it his all, including using his newly enhanced strength and senses, and Sam just wasn't prepared to bet his brothers future on the chance that he could find some way of beating paranormal-Dean to the punch. Which left exactly one option and that was how Sam had ended up in a rigged-up, locked down storage locker at the ass-end of nowhere with his brother, a bed and an increasingly complicated series of rationalizations revolving around the word "incest".
To make Dean - or the wolf inside Dean, whichever the hell it was - see him as his alpha meant that he had to get Dean to acknowledge Sam as his... well, his top, he guessed. He had to take his brother, claim him, and make him accept that he belonged to Sam. Unnervingly, it didn't seem like that was going to be nearly as difficult as Sam had thought.
Though Dean had always taken point in almost every aspect of their lives, as the month waned and the full moon got closer Sam had noticed more and more how Dean deferred to him, looked to him, even obeyed little off-handed commands, seemingly without thinking. Not that he was complaining that his loudmouth brother now actually shut up - at least for a minute or two - when he told him to, but it had been more than a little unexpected. It seemed that Dean's inner wolf didn't have much of a problem answering to Sam. And now, as the night outside moved from blue to black and the moon shown one night shy of full, it was becoming readily apparent exactly how willing and able wolf-Dean really was. As readily apparent as the bulge straining against his too tight jeans as he continued to watch Sam pace.
"Sammy-" Dean began.
"Not now Dean. Just give me a minute."
And Dean did. He just settled back into the almost painful tension that strung his whole body tight and waited for whatever Sam was going to do next. That alone was enough to bring Sam up short. He had to do this, for both of them, If Dean was going to have any kind of life, be anything other than a monster, he needed Sam to be in control of him at times like these. Sam really wished that thought didn't make his cock twitch quite so hard.
Before his internal monologue had a chance to rev itself up again about all of the sofuckingwrong, Sam crossed to the bed in two long strides that put his close enough to his brother to feel the heat pouring off of him in waves. Dean licked his lips slick, leaving them parted as he stared up at Sam, his hot breath ghosting across Sam's belly and denim-clad erection only making it throb harder. Dean looked desperate, hungry, both needy and feral at the same moment and somehow that made it just that much easier for Sam to settle his big hands on Dean’s shoulders and shove him to lay back. His older brother let out a keening sort of whimper but then went silent, only the trembling in his limbs giving away how hard he must be fighting to let Sam have control over what was happening.
That kind of obedience seemed to deserve a reward, so Sam leaned forward, hands braced on the creaky mattress on either side of Dean's head, and placed a tentative kiss on his brother’s lips. Dean's mouth opened immediately under his and who was Sam to pass up an opportunity like that? He was supposed to be the alpha after all. He wasn't sure exactly how long he spent exploring the wet, welcoming heat of Dean's mouth like that, tongue fucking harshly against his brothers, but after his brain could momentarily process something other than ohfuckyesmore Sam pulled back just enough to whisper against Dean's lips,
"Don't fight your instincts on this. If there's something you need tell me."
Dean’s voice was somewhere between a fucked-out rasp and a plea when the only answer he could come back with was,
"You, just you. Just fucking do it Sammy."
And then they were kissing again, more teeth and tongues than lips now, biting at each others mouths like they could eat each other from there down. And wasn't "down" just a damn fine idea?
Sam's hands worked at Deans fly and that strange little whimper built up in the older man's chest again, having lost exactly none of its enhancing effect of Sam's cock in the second hearing. He was fairly certain he heard fabric rip as he tore both pants and briefs down Dean's thighs and even more certain the he didn't give a fuck about the damn pants the second he got his too big hand around his brothers - fucking gorgeous - cock. It was deep red and already leaking a steady stream of precome and he couldn't help but wonder how much of this had to do with the wolf and how much was just Dean.
He tongued at the swollen head roughly, letting the taste of his brother fill his mouth while Dean moaned and writhed under him and Sam was going on instinct too as he closed his teeth around a tiny sliver of skin just at the slit and nipped hard enough that he knew Dean would feel it for days.
He could definitely hear fabric ripping now because Dean looked determined to get Sams pants off if he had to take skin off with them to do it. Sam broke contact with Dean for the four and a half seconds it took for him to send his pants and underwear sliding down his legs, stripping off the shirt while he was at it and then God but Dean's skin was hot. Hot and soft and hard and he was going to go to hell for this, but hey, that was a family tradition anyway and there was no way anything in heaven could feel better than this.
Sam sunk his teeth in again on the muscle between Dean’s neck and shoulder and felt to honest-to-God growl that ripped its way out of his brother's chest vibrate through his whole body before settling hot at the base of his dick.
"Mine," Sam snarled back, sucking a mark onto his brother's neck, as frenzied with his mouth as Dean's hands kneading bruises onto his hips. The friction of their bare lengths rubbing against each other as they moved was enough to have sounds coming out of Dean continuously now; trickling growls and moans and those little whimpers that had Sam leaking precome onto his brother's cock. He had to get right up next to Dean's ear just to make sure he heard it when he said,
"Gonna show you who you belong to. Work you open with my cock, make you take it 'til you're screaming my name like a good little bitch, make you beg me to pump you full of my come. You're mine, always been mine, and I'm gonna prove it to you."
With one more sharp bite, almost deep enough to taste blood; Sam stood and with a jerk of his head told his brother to turn over. And fuck if Dean didn't look just fucking eager to comply. The older Winchester struggled for a second, managing to get his pants all the way off before settling on his elbows and knees, ass presented to Sam like it was the most important thing in the damn world to Dean to have his little brothers dick in him. It probably was, and Sam couldn't help but agree with him wholeheartedly.
Dean wasn't even trying to cover up the little mewling sounds creeping out of him as he risked a glance over his shoulder when Sam's weight dipped the mattress between his knees. Nor did he disguise the way his eyelids went heavy as he watched Sam slick up his cock, something more than human hovering behind his blown-wide pupils.
"Sammy, gonna fucking explode here. C'mon, I can take it," he whined.
The sharp crack of Sam's hand against the proffered skin of his ass was the reply, blood already turning the surface bright red and hot as Sam lined up and began pushing forward.
"I'll show you what you can take," and Sam's voice was way too close to a growl considering that he was supposed to be the human in the room.
Dean's muscle finally gave way under Sam's assault and then it was nothing but tighthotsogoodyes and Sam couldn't help himself, didn't want to, when he just had to slam in all the way to the root. Dean whimpered, probably in pain this time, and shook underneath him and the was probably going to be blood tinting his dick when this was over but the gritty drag of his brother's unprepped flesh was just too close to perfect for Sam to care about much of anything else as he pressed his chest against Dean's back.
He slowly began to rock his hips, drawing out the pleasure of all that tightness around him and the sounds Dean was making now had fuck all to do with pain. Sam could practically taste how close his brother was when the head of his cock finally slid over Dean's sweet spot and he reached his hand around his brother's body to clamp tight around the base of his cock.
"You come when I tell you to, got that?" he whispered right into Dean's ear, sending a shiver through him to accompany the frustrated whine. Still, Dean nodded.
Sam began to fuck into him in earnest now, the position maybe not ideal for leverage, but prefect for sucking more marks onto Dean's shoulders and neck. His brother was going to be one big bruise tomorrow and something deep in his gut told Sam that that little fact was going to be enough to make sure he couldn't keep his hands off Dean until they faded.
He was getting close now, the pressure in his balls almost overwhelming, and he reached his unoccupied hand up to the back of Dean's head, forced it forward until his face was pressed to the thin mattress and Sam finally just let himself go. He worked his hips hard, the slap of flesh on flesh the only sound during the handful of thrusts it took to have his vision whiting out as he shoved in as deep as Dean's body would let him and filled his brother up just like he'd promised.
Dean was wiggling under him and whimpering when Sam's brain cells kicked back in enough to realize that he was draped across his brother's back, finger's still clamped tight on Dean's dick, keeping him from finding the release he so clearly needed. But he wasn't trying to pull Sam's hand away, wasn't trying anything at all except to get Sam's attention and maybe get himself off on his little brother's softening cock.
Sam pulled out gently and Dean made another pained noise. He'd been right about the blood, but it wasn't as bad as he'd thought and right now Dean didn't really seem to care so instead of apologizing - there'd be time for that once he was sure this had worked - he just scooted back enough to push Dean over on his side. His brother got the message and flipped onto his back, knees spread to bracket Sam again, just as natural as breathing.
Dean was beautiful like this, sweat slick, flushed, marked, cock weeping with need and looking desperate enough to claw his way through solid steel if he thought that would make Sam let him come. Let him. God, Sam knew he shouldn't be getting off on this so hard, but his dick was already coming back to life at the knowledge that Deans was just going to wait until Sam let him come.
"Finish yourself for me," Sam commanded, sliding one hand over the soft skin of Dean's inner thigh, "Make it a good show."
He wouldn't have been surprised if Dean had said "yes sir" except apparently Dean was beyond just words now, just a whole litany of sounds that human vocal chords shouldn't be able to produce as he wrapped one callused hand around his cock while the other reached down and lifted his balls a little, showing Sam his red, swollen hole. His eyes never left Sam's.
Dean worked himself hard, twisting on the upstroke and grazing his thumb across the slick head. A drop of come was slowly working its way out of Dean's abused opening as his muscled flexed and clenched and he skated the edge of orgasm. Sam reached down with one finger and gathered up the drop of himself seeping from his brother and gently pushed it back inside. That was all it took to have Dean erupting stuttering streams of white hot come over his chest and hand and God it was just fucking perfect. There was no way, no way, that this could be a one time thing and Sam wondered how long he'd have to wait for Dean's wolf side to get close enough to the surface for him to do this again.
Still, he had to be absolutely sure that it had worked. Carefully he pulled his body up, hovering over Dean's but not quite touching. Green eyes fluttered open, Dean and that indefinable darkness now perfectly balanced behind them. His brother's eyelids slid to half mast, a tiny crease of a plea marring his forehead as he lifted his stubbled chin, exposing his throat for Sam. Sam took the proffered submission and closed his teeth once more around Dean's skin, softer now, not even enough to hurt; just enough to say clearly, mine.
He nuzzled against the soft skin then, lowering his body into the mess on Dean's chest, surprised by the thrumming vibration barely moving through the older Winchester’s ribcage. Could wolves purr? Sam decided to give that a little more thought once his higher brain functions had returned. Right now he was content to lie against Dean, more relaxed than he'd been in a month with the knowledge that somehow they were going to make this work.
"Enough?" he murmured, needing that last bit of reassurance that Dean was as confident that it had worked as he was.
Dean huffed a contented sigh, then rumbled, "Yeah. Yeah, I think so." The lay in silence for a few seconds before Sam could feel Dean's slow smile spread against his forehead. "might oughta do it again though, just to make sure."
On to Part two