Darkness Descends
Title: Darkness Descends
Pairing: evil!Dean/evil!Sam
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sam has taken his place as leader of the demons. Of course, Dean is right by his side.
Disclaimer: Totally mine. My fortune cookie said so.
Author's Notes: This just popped into my head one day. My muse is beyond fickle.
Dean’s clothes are still soaked in blood when Sam finds him. The drying mess does not seem to bother his older brother - Dean’s movements steady and easy as he moves about his room.
The older Winchester is always like this after a hunt of any kind and although their prey has changed his restlessness has not. The sight calms Sam down, reminds him that although their world and lives are different now some things will always remain the same.
“You did really well today,” he says, gaining Dean’s attention.
Dean’s expression relaxes and he smiles, changing direction to go over where Sam is standing just inside the doorway. “I knew you’d feel that way,” he replies, stopping in front of his younger brother. “We left quite the mess though.”
Sam laughs, his hand reaching up to Dean’s chest. His fingers play with the other man’s amulet, brushing away some of the blood that mars the otherwise flawless surface. “All the better. I like it when you play dirty.”
“Sam,” Dean breathes his name, hands grasping the younger man’s slim hips. He brings their bodies closer together, his touch sliding up underneath Sam’s shirt to the heat of his skin. “Boy King,” he smirks.
Sam snorts and rolls his eyes. If anything Dean is more of an ass now than he used to be, but unlike for anyone else his actions go unpunished. None of the other soldiers of Sam’s army are permitted to mock him in such a way, not even in jest. As attested to the many nights that were filled with pained screams and begging for mercy.
Dean is a special case. Everyone knows it and no one is stupid enough to challenge it. Not anymore.
“Shut up, Dean. You’re ruining my good mood.”
“Oh? Well let me help you get it back then, highness.”
His older brother is mocking him again, but Sam can’t find it in himself to care as a hot tongue traces patterns over his throat. Dean’s hands move further underneath his shirt to glide along the dip of his spine.
Sam hisses as a sharp pain pierces his neck. Dean has become quite the fan of biting, and Sam has on more than one occasion teasingly accused him of being a vampire. The jibe only makes Dean laugh and do it again, his teeth breaking skin in the exact same spot every time.
“Got to make sure everyone remembers just who their king belongs to,” Dean always says right before he sooths the spot with a swipe of his tongue.
Sam cups Dean’s ass, forcing their hips flush together. Both brothers begin to grind, jeans tented over thick erections. This close, Sam can smell the blood on his brother and it only turns him on more as the sticky red liquid pierces the fabric of his own shirt.
“Shit, yeah..” Sam breaths, tilting his head back to bare more of his throat as Dean grunts in pleasure and moves harder against him. “Fuck, Dean. Want you inside me.”
“Is that an order?” Dean’s plush lips smile against his skin at the joke.
He may be a soldier in Sam’s army but never once has Sam tried to tell him what to do. Even if he had, Dean would never listen. No. The two of them are more equal than anyone ever believed possible.
Not waiting for any answer Sam might give, Dean shoves his brother backwards to the lone cot that is set up at the far wall of the room. It’s not much because Dean is hardly ever in his room for more than a couple hours a day if that, but still it’s convenient at the best of times.
Their clothes are hastily removed, the soaked fabric easy to tear away from deliciously warm and scarred skin. Sam spits on his hand and cups Dean’s cock, his fingers tight as his brother thrusts into his slick grip. They both want it to hurt, but at the same time do not want Sam to tear.
He has an army to run after all, and it’s befitting for him to be able to stand straight to give orders without any wincing.
“So fucking hot for me aren’t you,” Dean says huskily, thrusting roughly into Sam’s hand. “I’m going to fill you so much my come’ll be leaking out of you for days.”
Sam’s response is to spread his legs and guide Dean’s cock into his puckered entrance. Dean does not stop thrusting until he’s buried balls deep inside his younger brother, and the two of them moan in unison.
Sam’s body is tight and hot, grasping Dean’s dick desperately as it withdraws a bit and stretching around the thick length as it pushes back in.
Dean slides his hands beneath Sam’s shoulders, yanking his brother up into more of a sitting position. Immediately Sam’s hands go behind him for support, his arms straight as he forces himself to remain inclined. His shoulders shake with the effort, but he merely rolls his head back and curses towards the ceiling.
This position makes his body even tighter for Dean, and the older man moans his pleasure as he picks up the pace.
“So. Fucking. Beautiful,” he says one word with each hard thrust, breath hard and labored. “Oh baby, yes..”
Sam’s dick is fully erect and red with blood, the mushroom head bouncing against his stomach with each of Dean’s powerful thrusts leaving little white smears of precome on his glistening and sweaty skin.
Arms giving way, he falls onto his back and Dean pulls out of him. As the older man straddles his waist, Sam grasps Dean’s rock hard dick and rubs the underside over his body, using it to wipe up his precome.
Dean then slides up Sam’s body, the hand on his cock guiding him, and moans as his length is fed into his baby brother’s mouth.
Sam licks and sucks his mess from the bottom of Dean’s dick, bobbing his head and feeling the tip brush against the back of his throat. Releasing Dean with a wet pop, Sam can see a string of saliva connecting his swollen lip with the head of Dean’s dick and his brother moans as he sees the same thing.
“Taste good, baby boy?” Dean asks, carding his fingers through Sam’s sweaty hair. “You like tasting yourself on me?”
Sam looks up at him with dark green eyes and a smirk before lunging forward, knocking Dean onto his back. “Oh fuck yeah,” he purrs, straddling Dean’s thighs and rubbing the sensitive skin of his entrance over his brother’s aching erection. “I love tasting you, Dean. I love you fucking me, too. You want to come in me, big brother? Follow through with that delicious promise of yours? C’mon, baby. Fill me. Make me feel it.”
Dean growls, his eyes flashing black for a moment before he shoves up. The two brother’s wrestle for a moment, each one trying to get the upper hand.
Finally Dean manages to pin Sam down on his stomach, both of their breathing labored from a combination of lust and adrenaline.
“Did you make them scream, Dean?” Sam asks, rubbing his cock against the bed beneath him. “Did they cry, beg for mercy? I bet you took your time, bleeding them out one by one so they could watch each other die.”
Dean cupped Sam’s ass, parting the firm globes so he could trace his tongue along the crease between them. Sam jerked and moaned as the warm wetness glided over him.
“You know it, baby,” he replies, amusement in his voice. “I did it for you, Sam. I always do it for you.”
Dean shifts up and with one hard thrust, pushes his dick back inside his brother. Using his knees and hands as leverage, he rocks hard and fast, hipbones hitting Sam’s ass with a steady and hard slap, slap, slap of skin.
“This is our world now, Sammy,” Dean says, leaning down to kiss and lick at his brother’s sweaty back and neck. “Yours and mine. We’ll rule them all - demons and humans alike. It’ll be everything we ever wanted.”
Sam comes first, his semen pooling hotly beneath him, and Dean follows not a moment after.
As they lay together, slowly coming down from their sex-induced highs, Sam’s fingers trail random patterns on Dean’s chest.
Darkness descended upon the world the day that Sam took his place as Demon King and his newly hell released brother stood by his side.
Exactly where they belonged.
Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher
But I flew too high
Though my eyes could see
I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think
I still was a mad man
I can hear the voices when I'm dreaming
I can hear them say
Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
End
Pairing: evil!Dean/evil!Sam
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sam has taken his place as leader of the demons. Of course, Dean is right by his side.
Disclaimer: Totally mine. My fortune cookie said so.
Author's Notes: This just popped into my head one day. My muse is beyond fickle.
Dean’s clothes are still soaked in blood when Sam finds him. The drying mess does not seem to bother his older brother - Dean’s movements steady and easy as he moves about his room.
The older Winchester is always like this after a hunt of any kind and although their prey has changed his restlessness has not. The sight calms Sam down, reminds him that although their world and lives are different now some things will always remain the same.
“You did really well today,” he says, gaining Dean’s attention.
Dean’s expression relaxes and he smiles, changing direction to go over where Sam is standing just inside the doorway. “I knew you’d feel that way,” he replies, stopping in front of his younger brother. “We left quite the mess though.”
Sam laughs, his hand reaching up to Dean’s chest. His fingers play with the other man’s amulet, brushing away some of the blood that mars the otherwise flawless surface. “All the better. I like it when you play dirty.”
“Sam,” Dean breathes his name, hands grasping the younger man’s slim hips. He brings their bodies closer together, his touch sliding up underneath Sam’s shirt to the heat of his skin. “Boy King,” he smirks.
Sam snorts and rolls his eyes. If anything Dean is more of an ass now than he used to be, but unlike for anyone else his actions go unpunished. None of the other soldiers of Sam’s army are permitted to mock him in such a way, not even in jest. As attested to the many nights that were filled with pained screams and begging for mercy.
Dean is a special case. Everyone knows it and no one is stupid enough to challenge it. Not anymore.
“Shut up, Dean. You’re ruining my good mood.”
“Oh? Well let me help you get it back then, highness.”
His older brother is mocking him again, but Sam can’t find it in himself to care as a hot tongue traces patterns over his throat. Dean’s hands move further underneath his shirt to glide along the dip of his spine.
Sam hisses as a sharp pain pierces his neck. Dean has become quite the fan of biting, and Sam has on more than one occasion teasingly accused him of being a vampire. The jibe only makes Dean laugh and do it again, his teeth breaking skin in the exact same spot every time.
“Got to make sure everyone remembers just who their king belongs to,” Dean always says right before he sooths the spot with a swipe of his tongue.
Sam cups Dean’s ass, forcing their hips flush together. Both brothers begin to grind, jeans tented over thick erections. This close, Sam can smell the blood on his brother and it only turns him on more as the sticky red liquid pierces the fabric of his own shirt.
“Shit, yeah..” Sam breaths, tilting his head back to bare more of his throat as Dean grunts in pleasure and moves harder against him. “Fuck, Dean. Want you inside me.”
“Is that an order?” Dean’s plush lips smile against his skin at the joke.
He may be a soldier in Sam’s army but never once has Sam tried to tell him what to do. Even if he had, Dean would never listen. No. The two of them are more equal than anyone ever believed possible.
Not waiting for any answer Sam might give, Dean shoves his brother backwards to the lone cot that is set up at the far wall of the room. It’s not much because Dean is hardly ever in his room for more than a couple hours a day if that, but still it’s convenient at the best of times.
Their clothes are hastily removed, the soaked fabric easy to tear away from deliciously warm and scarred skin. Sam spits on his hand and cups Dean’s cock, his fingers tight as his brother thrusts into his slick grip. They both want it to hurt, but at the same time do not want Sam to tear.
He has an army to run after all, and it’s befitting for him to be able to stand straight to give orders without any wincing.
“So fucking hot for me aren’t you,” Dean says huskily, thrusting roughly into Sam’s hand. “I’m going to fill you so much my come’ll be leaking out of you for days.”
Sam’s response is to spread his legs and guide Dean’s cock into his puckered entrance. Dean does not stop thrusting until he’s buried balls deep inside his younger brother, and the two of them moan in unison.
Sam’s body is tight and hot, grasping Dean’s dick desperately as it withdraws a bit and stretching around the thick length as it pushes back in.
Dean slides his hands beneath Sam’s shoulders, yanking his brother up into more of a sitting position. Immediately Sam’s hands go behind him for support, his arms straight as he forces himself to remain inclined. His shoulders shake with the effort, but he merely rolls his head back and curses towards the ceiling.
This position makes his body even tighter for Dean, and the older man moans his pleasure as he picks up the pace.
“So. Fucking. Beautiful,” he says one word with each hard thrust, breath hard and labored. “Oh baby, yes..”
Sam’s dick is fully erect and red with blood, the mushroom head bouncing against his stomach with each of Dean’s powerful thrusts leaving little white smears of precome on his glistening and sweaty skin.
Arms giving way, he falls onto his back and Dean pulls out of him. As the older man straddles his waist, Sam grasps Dean’s rock hard dick and rubs the underside over his body, using it to wipe up his precome.
Dean then slides up Sam’s body, the hand on his cock guiding him, and moans as his length is fed into his baby brother’s mouth.
Sam licks and sucks his mess from the bottom of Dean’s dick, bobbing his head and feeling the tip brush against the back of his throat. Releasing Dean with a wet pop, Sam can see a string of saliva connecting his swollen lip with the head of Dean’s dick and his brother moans as he sees the same thing.
“Taste good, baby boy?” Dean asks, carding his fingers through Sam’s sweaty hair. “You like tasting yourself on me?”
Sam looks up at him with dark green eyes and a smirk before lunging forward, knocking Dean onto his back. “Oh fuck yeah,” he purrs, straddling Dean’s thighs and rubbing the sensitive skin of his entrance over his brother’s aching erection. “I love tasting you, Dean. I love you fucking me, too. You want to come in me, big brother? Follow through with that delicious promise of yours? C’mon, baby. Fill me. Make me feel it.”
Dean growls, his eyes flashing black for a moment before he shoves up. The two brother’s wrestle for a moment, each one trying to get the upper hand.
Finally Dean manages to pin Sam down on his stomach, both of their breathing labored from a combination of lust and adrenaline.
“Did you make them scream, Dean?” Sam asks, rubbing his cock against the bed beneath him. “Did they cry, beg for mercy? I bet you took your time, bleeding them out one by one so they could watch each other die.”
Dean cupped Sam’s ass, parting the firm globes so he could trace his tongue along the crease between them. Sam jerked and moaned as the warm wetness glided over him.
“You know it, baby,” he replies, amusement in his voice. “I did it for you, Sam. I always do it for you.”
Dean shifts up and with one hard thrust, pushes his dick back inside his brother. Using his knees and hands as leverage, he rocks hard and fast, hipbones hitting Sam’s ass with a steady and hard slap, slap, slap of skin.
“This is our world now, Sammy,” Dean says, leaning down to kiss and lick at his brother’s sweaty back and neck. “Yours and mine. We’ll rule them all - demons and humans alike. It’ll be everything we ever wanted.”
Sam comes first, his semen pooling hotly beneath him, and Dean follows not a moment after.
As they lay together, slowly coming down from their sex-induced highs, Sam’s fingers trail random patterns on Dean’s chest.
Darkness descended upon the world the day that Sam took his place as Demon King and his newly hell released brother stood by his side.
Exactly where they belonged.
Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher
But I flew too high
Though my eyes could see
I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think
I still was a mad man
I can hear the voices when I'm dreaming
I can hear them say
Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
End