Evil Trees and Vampiric Tendencies, by Mackeygenius
Title: Evil Trees and Vampiric Tendencies
Author: Mackeygenius
Disclaimer: Don't own anything.
Pairing: Wincest
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Fear evil trees.
Warning: Bloodkink
A/N: BIG THANkS and HUGS to my beta tommybarbarella .
Dirty and mildly bloody from head to toe, Sam congratulates himself for forcing Dean to get a room before they went out to hunt the demonic trees that eat people. Demonic trees, really, could his life be more than a cosmic joke sometimes? He nearly got strangled by that willow. It seemed evil loved trying to get rid of him that way, first the lamp in Lawrence and then this damned willow. Needless to say, he had taken great pleasure in watching the tree burn.
Everything hurts, his arms, his chest, his legs but mostly his throat and his face. He feels his right cheek throbbing from the deep cut made by the tree branch. He glances at his brother, annoyed at the fact Dean managed to have less wounds and scratches than he did. He waits for Dean's usual teasing, like 'you're such a klutz, Sammy' but it never comes. Instead his brother opens his bag, takes the first aid kit out, and sits on the bed looking at him expectantly.
"Dean, I can do it alone," he says, groaning, "I'm not 6 anymore."
"Humor me, will you?"
Sam sighs, but obeys. He sits next to his brother, gazing at the angry gash on his left hand. After few seconds, he glances at Dean who still hasn't opened the medical kit and turns to look head-on at him. He blinks, frowning at the unfamiliar expression his brother is wearing.
"Dean, what..."
Sam stops in mid-sentence, shocked by the actions of his brother. Dean…Dean is licking the blood trickling on his cheek. It's disturbing, but the most unsettling is that the feel of the raspy hot tongue sliding along his skin turns him on. It's strangely erotic and he can't help but gasp, fascinated, unable to move.
Dean withdraws and smears the rest of the red liquid into a line toward Sam's mouth with his finger before coating his brother's lips with blood. Then he leans in again and lets his tongue follow the path of blood. Sam's breath comes in pants. He shivers as Dean's tongue arrives at the corner of his mouth, slightly brushing against his lower lip. Just one quick lick. And after, the pressure of warm and surprisingly soft lips sucking at his, drinking the blood away. He moans. The mouth on his is hot and wet, and Jesus, Dean is kissing him. And he's kissing back.
He's kissing his brother and Sam is sure this is the moment where he should be freaking out. He should stop, he should really stop, it's wrong in so many level...They're brothers, they shouldn't be doing that, he doesn't understand why Dean is doing this and even worse, why he isn't stopping his brother. True, they're Winchesters and they've never been normal but they never EVER touched each other like that when they were kids. They wrestled and sometimes one of them got a hard-on but it was because of the fight, not because they lusted after each other. They were just teenagers, it was the hormones, nothing else. So why is his tongue so eager to meet Dean's? Why can't he close his eyes instead of observing the green eyes full of lust staring back?
He doesn't know how long they've been kissing, but he's suddenly aware his shirt is gone and that he's lying on his back, Dean on top of him. He lays his head on the pillow, closing his eyes briefly as Dean begins to trace the vivid purple line across Sam's throat with his tongue. A sudden flash assaults his mind, he remembers how tight the willow branch was wrapped around his throat. He remembers when he was lifted off the ground, suffocating, gasping for breath. He chokes, but Dean calms him down, warm hands massaging his sides and chest, he's ok now, he can breathe. He relaxes under the ministrations of his brother, feeling him nibble and kiss his throat. He makes his choice, it's too good for him to pass up. Besides he wants it. He wants Dean.
Peaceful, he lets Dean undress him completely, aware of his nakedness when his brother is still fully clothed, but he doesn't care. In fact, the sensation of denim and cotton rubbing against his naked skin is more than nice. He slides a hand through Dean's hair, fusing their mouths together for another kiss. He expects rush, passion, abandon from Dean, not this gentle carefulness, this patient dedication. His brother is slowly worshipping every inch of his body. Dean's head goes lower and lower, dropping kisses all over Sam's chest, feasting on his nipples before his tongue plunges into his navel, eliciting a whimper from his brother. Sam curses himself for making so many needy sounds when Dean was merely breathing a little louder, but he can't help it.
His eyes widen as Dean engulfs his cock, sucking eagerly. His legs shake and he gulps air. His brother's mouth is so hot, so wet. Soon his hands are sliding into the dirty blonde hair, forcing Dean to take more of him in. Sam gasps when he feels a wet finger slide into the crack of his ass, he hadn't noticed Dean had lube. Sam hisses, tensing as the finger begins to enter him. Dean stops, massaging Sam's balls with his other hand and sucking the tip of his cock, making Sam forget about the intruding finger. In just a few moments, Sam is moaning loudly, head thrashing on the pillow, the mouth of his brother and his fingers in his ass feeling incredible. He fucks himself on the lubed fingers, howling as they hit his prostate again and then he is coming and coming into his brother's mouth.
Trying to catch his breath, he watches as Dean undresses and puts a condom on. His brother's eyes are focused on him only and it makes him shiver; Dean leans down and captures his mouth in a hungry kiss where he can taste himself. Sam can't believe how sex with Jessica pales against sex with Dean. His brother finds every place which makes him tick as if he already knows them. Maybe he does. After all, Dean is the person who is closest to him, knows him like no one else. Still too caught in the kiss, he doesn't realize Dean has entered him until he feels the uncomfortable stretch of his anus around Dean's cock. It hurts a little but it's not unbearable, he takes deep breaths, biting his lips until they bleed. Blood is beating hard in his temples and he's back hanging in the tree, and he can't breathe, he can't breathe! But Dean is here and cuts the branch, saving him, again. Dean is here, whispering comforting words in his ear, kissing his sweating brow and the pain leaves, replaced by an unconceivable pleasure. Sam cries out, his hands digging into Dean's back until he draws blood. And Dean is moving inside of him, slowly, so slowly Sam wants to scream in frustration. Yet he can't utter a word, his brother's lips are back on his mouth, licking the blood away.
Sam links his legs around Dean's waist, crying his name out as his brother hits that spot again and again. And suddenly Dean loses his composure, accelerating his pace, urgency replacing the calm of earlier. The touches turn from gentle to feverish. Sam thinks his brother wants to eat him as he bites, sucks, licks every bit of available flesh. Dean's green eyes bore into his and the unleashed hunger, desire, need, he sees thrill him, makes him feel wanted and loved. Dean kisses him again, grabbing his again-hard cock and jerking him off roughly and he bites into his lips hard until saliva and blood are mixed into their fused mouths and Sam is coming, coming so hard he blacks out.
When he wakes up it's to meet Dean's gaze. He notices that Dean cleaned both of them when he passed out. He doesn't know what to say, doesn't know what to expect, and Dean doesn't make it easier since his face betrays nothing. He licks his bruised lips, staring at the hickey ornamenting Dean's throat he doesn't remember leaving. His hand traces the purple mark, his mark and he can't help but grin at his brother. The wall falls and Dean smiles back, grabbing Sam's hand in his.
"Why?" asks Sam, curious.
Dean stares at him, raising an eyebrow as if he was stupid and that the answer should be obvious.
"I nearly lost you tonight Sammy."
Sam nods, staying silent for a moment before catching Dean's mouth into a kiss.
"You haven't."
END
Author: Mackeygenius
Disclaimer: Don't own anything.
Pairing: Wincest
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Fear evil trees.
Warning: Bloodkink
A/N: BIG THANkS and HUGS to my beta tommybarbarella .
Dirty and mildly bloody from head to toe, Sam congratulates himself for forcing Dean to get a room before they went out to hunt the demonic trees that eat people. Demonic trees, really, could his life be more than a cosmic joke sometimes? He nearly got strangled by that willow. It seemed evil loved trying to get rid of him that way, first the lamp in Lawrence and then this damned willow. Needless to say, he had taken great pleasure in watching the tree burn.
Everything hurts, his arms, his chest, his legs but mostly his throat and his face. He feels his right cheek throbbing from the deep cut made by the tree branch. He glances at his brother, annoyed at the fact Dean managed to have less wounds and scratches than he did. He waits for Dean's usual teasing, like 'you're such a klutz, Sammy' but it never comes. Instead his brother opens his bag, takes the first aid kit out, and sits on the bed looking at him expectantly.
"Dean, I can do it alone," he says, groaning, "I'm not 6 anymore."
"Humor me, will you?"
Sam sighs, but obeys. He sits next to his brother, gazing at the angry gash on his left hand. After few seconds, he glances at Dean who still hasn't opened the medical kit and turns to look head-on at him. He blinks, frowning at the unfamiliar expression his brother is wearing.
"Dean, what..."
Sam stops in mid-sentence, shocked by the actions of his brother. Dean…Dean is licking the blood trickling on his cheek. It's disturbing, but the most unsettling is that the feel of the raspy hot tongue sliding along his skin turns him on. It's strangely erotic and he can't help but gasp, fascinated, unable to move.
Dean withdraws and smears the rest of the red liquid into a line toward Sam's mouth with his finger before coating his brother's lips with blood. Then he leans in again and lets his tongue follow the path of blood. Sam's breath comes in pants. He shivers as Dean's tongue arrives at the corner of his mouth, slightly brushing against his lower lip. Just one quick lick. And after, the pressure of warm and surprisingly soft lips sucking at his, drinking the blood away. He moans. The mouth on his is hot and wet, and Jesus, Dean is kissing him. And he's kissing back.
He's kissing his brother and Sam is sure this is the moment where he should be freaking out. He should stop, he should really stop, it's wrong in so many level...They're brothers, they shouldn't be doing that, he doesn't understand why Dean is doing this and even worse, why he isn't stopping his brother. True, they're Winchesters and they've never been normal but they never EVER touched each other like that when they were kids. They wrestled and sometimes one of them got a hard-on but it was because of the fight, not because they lusted after each other. They were just teenagers, it was the hormones, nothing else. So why is his tongue so eager to meet Dean's? Why can't he close his eyes instead of observing the green eyes full of lust staring back?
He doesn't know how long they've been kissing, but he's suddenly aware his shirt is gone and that he's lying on his back, Dean on top of him. He lays his head on the pillow, closing his eyes briefly as Dean begins to trace the vivid purple line across Sam's throat with his tongue. A sudden flash assaults his mind, he remembers how tight the willow branch was wrapped around his throat. He remembers when he was lifted off the ground, suffocating, gasping for breath. He chokes, but Dean calms him down, warm hands massaging his sides and chest, he's ok now, he can breathe. He relaxes under the ministrations of his brother, feeling him nibble and kiss his throat. He makes his choice, it's too good for him to pass up. Besides he wants it. He wants Dean.
Peaceful, he lets Dean undress him completely, aware of his nakedness when his brother is still fully clothed, but he doesn't care. In fact, the sensation of denim and cotton rubbing against his naked skin is more than nice. He slides a hand through Dean's hair, fusing their mouths together for another kiss. He expects rush, passion, abandon from Dean, not this gentle carefulness, this patient dedication. His brother is slowly worshipping every inch of his body. Dean's head goes lower and lower, dropping kisses all over Sam's chest, feasting on his nipples before his tongue plunges into his navel, eliciting a whimper from his brother. Sam curses himself for making so many needy sounds when Dean was merely breathing a little louder, but he can't help it.
His eyes widen as Dean engulfs his cock, sucking eagerly. His legs shake and he gulps air. His brother's mouth is so hot, so wet. Soon his hands are sliding into the dirty blonde hair, forcing Dean to take more of him in. Sam gasps when he feels a wet finger slide into the crack of his ass, he hadn't noticed Dean had lube. Sam hisses, tensing as the finger begins to enter him. Dean stops, massaging Sam's balls with his other hand and sucking the tip of his cock, making Sam forget about the intruding finger. In just a few moments, Sam is moaning loudly, head thrashing on the pillow, the mouth of his brother and his fingers in his ass feeling incredible. He fucks himself on the lubed fingers, howling as they hit his prostate again and then he is coming and coming into his brother's mouth.
Trying to catch his breath, he watches as Dean undresses and puts a condom on. His brother's eyes are focused on him only and it makes him shiver; Dean leans down and captures his mouth in a hungry kiss where he can taste himself. Sam can't believe how sex with Jessica pales against sex with Dean. His brother finds every place which makes him tick as if he already knows them. Maybe he does. After all, Dean is the person who is closest to him, knows him like no one else. Still too caught in the kiss, he doesn't realize Dean has entered him until he feels the uncomfortable stretch of his anus around Dean's cock. It hurts a little but it's not unbearable, he takes deep breaths, biting his lips until they bleed. Blood is beating hard in his temples and he's back hanging in the tree, and he can't breathe, he can't breathe! But Dean is here and cuts the branch, saving him, again. Dean is here, whispering comforting words in his ear, kissing his sweating brow and the pain leaves, replaced by an unconceivable pleasure. Sam cries out, his hands digging into Dean's back until he draws blood. And Dean is moving inside of him, slowly, so slowly Sam wants to scream in frustration. Yet he can't utter a word, his brother's lips are back on his mouth, licking the blood away.
Sam links his legs around Dean's waist, crying his name out as his brother hits that spot again and again. And suddenly Dean loses his composure, accelerating his pace, urgency replacing the calm of earlier. The touches turn from gentle to feverish. Sam thinks his brother wants to eat him as he bites, sucks, licks every bit of available flesh. Dean's green eyes bore into his and the unleashed hunger, desire, need, he sees thrill him, makes him feel wanted and loved. Dean kisses him again, grabbing his again-hard cock and jerking him off roughly and he bites into his lips hard until saliva and blood are mixed into their fused mouths and Sam is coming, coming so hard he blacks out.
When he wakes up it's to meet Dean's gaze. He notices that Dean cleaned both of them when he passed out. He doesn't know what to say, doesn't know what to expect, and Dean doesn't make it easier since his face betrays nothing. He licks his bruised lips, staring at the hickey ornamenting Dean's throat he doesn't remember leaving. His hand traces the purple mark, his mark and he can't help but grin at his brother. The wall falls and Dean smiles back, grabbing Sam's hand in his.
"Why?" asks Sam, curious.
Dean stares at him, raising an eyebrow as if he was stupid and that the answer should be obvious.
"I nearly lost you tonight Sammy."
Sam nods, staying silent for a moment before catching Dean's mouth into a kiss.
"You haven't."
END