Samsara 1/?
Title: Samsara 1/?
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Warnings: Dub-con, Violence
Summary: 200 years ago, Dean Winchester lost his brother to murder. Desperate to retrieve the only person he ever loved, he accepted the offer of a very powerful vampire and was made immortal. Now, after years of searching, he has finally found Samuel's soul once again. But trying to convince Sam to accept his offer of eternal life may prove harder than he ever thought possible.
Hesitant footsteps of a very inconspicuous nature padded quietly through the neighboring streets of Kansas City, Missouri, the two-story brown house in which the sound was gearing toward coming into plain view from behind the rows of bark firmly planted within the sturdy ground. The trees surrounding the land capitulated to the will of nature, resulting in the descent of reddish-brown leaves into wavy chestnut strands sitting atop the head of a very ponderous Samuel Colt. He plucked one of the intruding objects off by its stem and ran his fingers through the grooves embedded deep within the rough material, a tiny smile forming on his face as he glanced up at the autumnal foliage floating weightlessly in the cool, crisp air. A sigh of pleasure escaped Samuel's throat, pink lips parting to allow a gasp at the sweet scent of fall permeating his nostrils.
As acute senses transported the young man to a state of spiritual wholeness, long eyelashes fluttered from behind a long succession of crimson-hued leafy boughs, the owner of the delicate strands watching the man's arms extend outwards in a gesture of complete surrender to the power of mother nature. His neck and back arched with stunning grace, gasps of contentment falling from his throat as a gentle breeze swept through the silent neighborhood. The oscillation of chocolate locks reminded the pensive voyeur of ocean waves gliding effortlessly through the clear waters governed by the ivory moon, the angelic sight mesmerizing onlookers with its seraphic brilliance. Like a flower unfurling its pedals, the man standing before his captivated admirer was transcending past the tedious dissimulation so characteristically displayed by human beings, dropping the fake façade in favor of showing off the flawed yet authentic beauty of his true self. The masquerade reserved for the outside world was no longer in place, any traces of a simulated personality fading beautifully beneath the glory of reality.
Oh, and what a glory it was.
A sound in the distance disrupted the moment of tranquility transpiring between both Sam and his devotee, an unwelcome distraction which sent shivers of malice coursing through the veins of the peeping tom hidden in the shadows. Retreating to his place behind the bark of a very large tree, the spying man's green eyes glinted beneath the light of the full moon as he felt a seething hatred erupt from his inner core at the sight of another man approaching his precious Samuel.
"Sam!" the man shouted excitedly.
The bright smile Sam gifted him with made pale white fingers clench painfully into a tight fist, the action leaving crescent-shaped moons inside the angry voyeur's abused palms.
"Ambrose!" Sam yelled, running toward the yard where he could wrap his arms around the man who'd been so callous as to interrupt the peaceful moment the voyeur had been trying to share with Sam. Big arms swung the beautiful boy up in the air with effortless ease, the sight forcing the man in the shadows to turn his head away in disgust.
"I've missed you so much!" Sam whispered, placing a soft kiss to Ambrose's closed lips.
"Me too, baby. God, I'm glad you're here. I've been dying for a movie. Come on. Let's go curl up in front of the TV and watch some Die Hard, eh?"
Sam's laughter echoed through the bare walls of the voyeur's cold heart. Salty tears trailed down the man's cheeks as he watched his love disappear through the front doors of the house in which he lived, the absence of his presence forcing the man outside to look in anguish at the empty spot where he had once been. He could feel the familiar sting of despair spread through every orifice of his shaking body, the feeling reminding him of the last time pain of this magnitude had unmercifully ravaged his tarnished soul.
Refusing to give into the past that's haunted him for nearly two hundred years, the man instead chose to wait until the lights inside Samuel's house were out before climbing up the sturdy foundations and implanting himself directly on top of the window ledge of the boy's bedroom. He pressed his hand against the glass as he looked longingly upon the object of his desire, reveling in the beauty of his long-lost love. After all these years, he'd finally found the soul of his dead brother. The search was over, and the moment of victory was finally closing in.
A sensual sigh escaped the man's parted lips at the long stretch of exposed skin present beneath the blankets covering Samuel's slender frame. Soon he would be able to feel the sensitive flesh through his eager fingertips as he ran his hands all over the body which promised sweet perfection. The cries of the boy underneath him would amplify in pitch from the perverse ministrations being so graciously administered by the thick shaft sliding sensuously in and out of his tight entrance, the skin surrounding the rim dripping wet with his big brother's juices. His creamy white thighs would shake uncontrollably from the intensity of their lovemaking, and from their passion would emerge a pleasure so exquisite, time itself would cease to exist. Bodies and souls would intertwine in an erotic dance of seduction so powerful that Samuel would have no choice but to give in to the temptation of his brother's body.
"We'll be together once more, my sweet Samuel," the voyeur whispered. "I promise you that."
The man beside Samuel turned on his side and threw an arm over the boy's sleeping form, the action causing a low rumble of displeasure to vibrate deep within the voyeur's throat. Turning away from the unpleasant sight, he lifted his head and glared menacingly at the dark sky above his head.
"I can't be weak," he growled. "I will have him once again. I'll destroy anyone who stands in my way. Even my own heart if need be. Never again will he be taken by another."
Falling to his knees, the man shouted his ownership of Samuel into the night air, a predatory claim warning every being in existence that the boy resting peacefully within the safety of his warm bed belonged to his brother, and nobody would ever come between that bond ever again.
"He's mine!"
Samuel.
Sam awakened at the whispered hiss of his name, looking around the room in confusion before the voice which called out to him spoke again, the sound more pronounced with the new words reverberating off the bedroom walls.
Come to me.
The soft tone voicing the command held a certain aura of danger that Sam chose to ignore, instead rising from his place on the mattress and slowly making his way down a narrow hallway leading to what appeared to be a rather large wooden door. He hesitated for a moment before pulling it open, revealing a room surrounded by candlelight, the orange glow illuminating every nook and cranny of the spacious chamber. A red canopy draped across a king-sized bed resting in the middle of it all, rose petals littering the silk sheets in irregular patterns which poured onto the floor and left a flowery trail from the bed to Sam's feet.
It all looked so…inviting. The mood created by the various shades of scarlet enticed Sam with its seductive setting, called to him in a song fit for the loveliest of larks and possessed his senses, filling his body with an unbearable ache for the sweet touch of soft fingertips against his sensitive skin. The temptation too much to resist, Sam slowly made his way to the bed and laid into it with ease, sinking into the mattress and staring at the ceiling above with a sleepy smile. Just as he was about to drift off into a comfortable abyss, he felt someone crawling up his body, placing soft kisses along his naked torso until reaching the Adam's apple protruding from his exposed neck. He turned his head to give the owner of the lips more access, sighing in pleasure as possessive arms surrounded his form and squeezed him tight against warm flesh. Hips rolled into his in devilish figure eights, thickening the shaft which now laid hot and heavy between two quivering bellies. The pressure increased as a low growl erupted from the mouth of the person above him, making Sam's eyes roll back into his head in ecstasy. He recognized the familiar scent of peaches and cream before the smooth purr of the man he was starting to know better than himself murmured sweetly into his eager ears words which set fire to every inch of his deprived body, enveloping him in a smothering embrace of unbridled passion.
"You are so beautiful. Every part of me aches for your touch, my sweet Samuel."
Sam's hands struggled against the weight holding them down, wanting desperately to look into the emerald-colored irises he'd drowned in so many times before this night.
"Let me look upon you, my darling. I want to see your soul reflected through the dark eyes I love so much."
The arms around his body tightened in response to his whispered request, the lips against his neck all but disappearing as the stimulating countenance of his lover came into view. Sam sighed at the sight of such indescribable beauty, the perfect symmetry of the man's face assaulting his vision with a weapon that could only have been designed by Aphrodite herself, a deadly blade of overwhelming lust that rendered the victim of its cruel ministrations completely powerless.
"Invite my tongue into your mouth, Samuel. I want to taste the sweet nectar of those soft lips."
"Yes," Sam sighed. "Yes."
Moans and groans echoed through the room as the wet cavern of Sam's mouth was invaded by the man above him. He tasted so good, like raindrops in a summer storm. The smitten boy could almost hear the deep rumble of thunder resounding loudly in the walls of his mind, flashes of lightning bursting brightly beneath his closed eyelids.
Sam groaned in protest when the man pulled away without warning, looking deep into his eyes with an expression so intense, it made Sam cower against the crook of his neck. His fingers laced through the short strands of the man's dark hair, his other hand coming up to wrap tightly around the back of his head.
"Look at me, Samuel."
Sam found the courage to lift his head, ignoring the heavy beating of his frightened heart as he listened intently to the words of his handsome admirer.
"There is another man in your life. It…pains me to see you in his bed. Why would you do this to me, Samuel? Why be with another when you can have this?"
Sam groaned loudly as his jealous lover thrust up into his spread legs, the feel of their cocks sliding against one another creating the most beautiful friction. Sam arched his back with an agonized shout of pure bliss, opening his thighs wider as his roaming hands squeezed the firm globes of the other man's ass.
"Hmm," the man moaned. "So responsive. My poor, sweet baby needs me inside, doesn't he?"
"In-inside where?" Sam asked shyly, his voice barely above a whisper.
The man leaned in to lick at Sam's parted lips, chuckling darkly as he grasped the boy's cock in his warm hand.
"Inside you," he responded.
Ambrose awakened to the sound of choked whimpers in the night, blinking up at the black ceiling in confusion before turning to run his hand over Sam's shoulder. Insecurity proliferated in waves through the vast abyss of his tattered psyche as realization washed over him, the moans bursting forth from his lover's mouth nothing more than stolen inflections wasted upon another. These effervescent hallucinations which had so severely been claimed by hours of darkness brought with them a vision of astounding beauty, masses of nonpareil concupiscence that Ambrose found himself incapable of competing with. It was as if this mystery man who kept popping up in Sam's dreams was plotting to steal the kid away from him. Little did he know, Ambrose wasn't about to give up that easily.
Refusing to share Sam with that despicable creature, Ambrose rose to straddle the sleeping boy's thighs before rocking his hips back and forth in quicksilver movements, dragging his nails over taut skin gleaming from the tiny beads of sweat gathering atop the surface of Sam's tanned flesh. A groan of appreciation sounded from the unconscious man underneath him, making Ambrose smirk in triumph at the petty victory. The small morsel of satisfaction he received was short-lived, however, when he felt two hands grip the sides of his thighs with enough force to render him completely immobile. Whimpering in pain, he glanced up into frightened hazel orbs as he waited with labored breaths for the possibility of an unpleasant reaction from his now conscious lover.
Sam's eyes bore into his with an alarming intensity. Time froze beneath the weight of impatience, the only sounds in the room consisting of pounding heartbeats pulsing in rhythm with one another in a strange duet meant to convey the feelings of the two men in which they resided. Finally, as if by some miracle, Sam snapped out of whatever daze he was in long enough to acknowledge his boyfriend's presence.
"You…what were you doing?" he whispered.
Ambrose sighed, removing himself from Sam's legs before sitting beside him on the large bed. "You were dreaming of him again."
Sam stared at Ambrose's hung head with a strong sense of sadness. Contempt for his dream lover flooded his thoughts, evaporating any remaining lust he'd obtained from the man who had claimed him so thoroughly just moments before. Why did he insist on turning Sam's world upside down?
"He's not a real person, Ambrose. There's no need to be so jealous."
"I'm not jealous, Sam. Okay, maybe I am, but it's only because he gets a part of you that I've wanted for so long and I just…it's not fair."
Sam knew what his boyfriend was so upset about long before he'd actually opened up his mouth. Picking imaginary lint off his pajama pants, he struggled to keep his body as relaxed as possible while ignoring the overwhelming urge to shrivel up into a ball in the corner of the bedroom.
"I've never done anything in these dreams involving actual penetration," Sam mumbled. "You've got to believe me. I know what it is you want and I know I've been a terrible boyfriend by refusing to share my body with you but you've got to understand…I'm just not ready. I may not be able to control much of what happens in my head when I'm sleeping but I know for a fact that I've never so much as had a finger inside me during these dreams. You've got to believe me. I would never allow that to happen. I want you, Ambrose. I've always wanted you."
Reaching a hand out to stroke his lover's face, Sam fashioned his mouth on the other man's with an eager need to soothe away any trace of pain left behind by the awful night, moaning softly as Ambrose pushed his back into the silk sheets of their four-poster bed. Lips, teeth and tongue greeted his exposed nipples with the gentleness of a feather, the warmth of his mouth eliciting a low-pitched groan from Sam. It was only when he felt hands disappear beneath the waistband of his pants that he snapped back to reality, grabbing at the wrist resting on his stomach.
"Ambrose," he whispered. "Please stop."
Ambrose let out a sigh of frustration and pulled himself away from Sam, flopping on his back and staring absentmindedly out the window to his right. When Sam protested, he raised a hand in the boy's face without so much as glancing his way.
"I'm tired, Sam. Just go to bed so that we don't fight again, okay?"
Sam nodded forlornly, settling himself on his left side so that he wouldn't have to see the disappointment etched into his lover's face. Images of a promising future with the man had all but evaporated under the weight of what Sam feared was the inevitable, the forces that pulled them farther and farther apart strengthening to the point where the invisible rope attached to the waists of both men was seconds away from being completely tethered, permanently separating twin souls that ached to be one.
Sam closed his eyes as the October wind rustled falling leaves outside his bedroom window, silently praying for the strength to resist temptation forced upon him by the mystery man living inside his head. He ignored the fire that raged within his loins at the memories of soft kisses and sweet words, forcing himself to think of the life he knew he wanted with Ambrose as he eventually fell into a deep sleep, dreaming of nothing but the man lying peacefully beside him.
Sam looked up at the glittering stars above his head in silence, the 2,900-square-foot beach house behind him long forgotten as he contemplated his life beneath the pinkish glow of the Californian skies. He couldn't find it in himself to abolish the memories of soft fingertips against his skin, of the seductive whispers burning hot in his eager ears, words spoken with a voice that demanded every drop of innocence Sam had to offer. He couldn't understand how a man so dark could inspire feelings of such intense passion from someone like him who believed those emotions should only belong to the person you loved. Was he naïve enough to believe that lust only existed for the soul destined to become one with your own? Did he think that he could force himself to conjure up those very same emotions for Ambrose?
Ambrose was posing more of a problem for Sam than he ever thought possible. How could he give him the desire he so desperately wanted from Sam when all he had to give was already being siphoned out of him by the strange man living within the deepest recesses of Sam's mind? How is it possible that such a man could steal all of Sam's kisses when he already had someone who would have turned the entire world inside out just to make him happy? All of these questions demanded an answer that Sam could not give, perplexity twisting his life into intricate knots of self-doubt that he found impossible to unravel. What would he become if he couldn't allow himself the pleasure of fulfillment through the body and mind of another? Would he be alone forever? Or would his admiration for the man who shared his bed override his yearning for something more, something that he felt was too far out of his reach?
"Samuel? What are you doing out here?"
Sam turned to smile at Eva Tuckerman, Ambrose's middle-aged, yet strikingly beautiful mother. From the strawberry blonde hair that fell down her shoulders in soft, wispy curls of gold, to the blue-green eyes that sparkled relentlessly in the sunlight, Eva seemed to shine with a radiance usually reserved for women half her age. She looked about ten times younger than her fifty years, the only wrinkles she sported residing in the vague lines above her brow that crinkled slightly in the direction of her nose. Her blue dress clung to every curve effortlessly, the slip cut just far enough that the perfectly toned shape of her thigh was visible whenever she so much as took one step forward. The waves that bathed the sandy shore slid underneath her cerulean high heels as she stood next to Sam and looked out across the deep blue waters surrounding her home, her expression resembling that of someone lost in the depths of her own consciousness.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?"
Sam followed her gaze and smiled. "Yeah, it is. I wish I could enjoy it."
Eva turned to glance his way before refocusing her attention to the scenery in front of her. The subdued colors of the sunset played across her face in a mirage of tinted hues bright enough to be noticed, yet dull enough that the results weren't blinding to Sam's abused eyes.
"You know, Sam…I used to be like you. I married Ted at a very young age. It was only a month into our relationship that I became pregnant with Ambrose. He was the only reason I had gotten married in the first place. Boy, let me tell ya; I was so scared. Believe me, I know what it's like to doubt everything you thought you knew, the so-called "facts" of your life that you were so sure you could rely on. I remember looking at Ted the night of our consummation, when I was lying in bed drenched in my own sweat, and thinking to myself, 'How the hell did I get here? What am I doing with this man? Do I even love him? Does he love me? Why am I…questioning everything?' I ended up going for a long walk, all the while thinking I had made the biggest mistake of my life. I thought about leaving him and never coming back, annulling my marriage and disposing of the baby I wasn't so sure I actually wanted."
Sam listened in silence, his attention so riveted on her that for a moment, he could have sworn he actually forgot to breathe.
"But then something happened. I…went back. Something in my head told me that the answer was right in front of me the whole time and I just didn't see it. I walked right back into that house and do you know what I saw? Ted was sitting at the edge of the bed with his head in his hands…crying. In his lap was the pillow I had slept with, soaked right through with the evidence of his sorrow. He thought I'd left, Sam. He thought I'd left and he couldn't take it. Looking at him like that…it was then that I knew I could never leave him. I was just scared of what the future was going to hold, of the things he made me feel. I convinced myself that everything was a big mistake and that I didn't really love him because I was afraid to let go and become vulnerable to someone who deep down I knew affected me so intensely that if he wanted to, he could reach inside my chest and rip out my heart."-Eva turned to take Sam's face in both of her hands, looking up at him with a sad smile- "Sometimes we let go of the things we love because we're afraid of being hurt. We wonder what's going to happen years down the road and get lost in the possibility of failure and unhappiness. Don't let your nagging self-doubts and fear of rejection and vulnerability get in the way of your destiny, Sam. Embrace the present, because life is too short to waste on caution. Live for the here and now because before you know it, everything will be over and you'll be lying on your death-bed regretting all the hours you let slip through your fingers when you could have lived for the moment and seized the opportunity for adventure and excitement. Don't deny your right to a good life, kiddo. You deserve it. Figure out what's going on between you and my son and go out there and live."
Sam could feel the tears stinging his eyes as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, sniffling shamelessly against her cool skin. The wisdom of the woman before him always managed to penetrate every barrier guarding the heart he'd tried so hard to protect, instilling hope inside of him so strong, his whole body became revitalized with the healing powers of her infectious energy. It was then that he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt, that whatever it was he was going through, he'd get through it all as long as he had her by his side.
"Hey! What the hell is this? Did you invite me over here for the weekend to steal my boyfriend or something?"
Sam and Eva laughed at the sound of slurred words enunciated with all the grace a drunken man could muster, turning in unison to take in Ambrose's wrecked appearance. His brown hair stuck out in different directions while his lips were stained with the shade provided by the best red wine California had to offer. The white dress shirt previously hidden by the jacket of his two piece black suit was unbuttoned to just above his belly and his blue eyes squinted as he tried to focus on the pair of sober fools chuckling merrily at his expense.
"You ssshould't be laughing at me, Sssammy. You're the o-one who has to s-sleep with my drunk ass tonight."
Sam's smile turned mischievous. "Oh yeah? Well, you just try to keep me from my beauty rest. Because let me tell ya, if you wake up the next morning and find your drunken antics posted on YouTube, it sure as hell ain't gonna be my dignity shattered."
Ambrose stumbled across the sand and pulled Sam into a romantic kiss, the emotion of the moment pulling welcomingly at Sam's heart-strings. "You're cruel but I love you, Sammy."
Sam grinned. "Come on, you. Let's go mingle."
Eva and Sam exchanged knowing smiles as he made his way back to the birthday party Ted had set up for his lovely wife, her encouraging words replaying themselves in Sam's head like a broken record. All of his doubts disappeared under the new hope she'd given him, and he finally found the strength to push aside memories of dreams which had remained frozen inside his mind's eye for far too long, instead filling his thoughts with the embracing arms of the loving man beside him. He enveloped himself in the throng of people crowding the shores of Eva's beach house and completely lost track of the time governing his very existence, so absorbed was he in the seductive thrill of adventure and excitement that he didn't notice the pair of emerald eyes peering at him from the shadows, the displeased growl of their owner drowned out by the laughter ringing out into the night sky.
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Warnings: Dub-con, Violence
Summary: 200 years ago, Dean Winchester lost his brother to murder. Desperate to retrieve the only person he ever loved, he accepted the offer of a very powerful vampire and was made immortal. Now, after years of searching, he has finally found Samuel's soul once again. But trying to convince Sam to accept his offer of eternal life may prove harder than he ever thought possible.
Hesitant footsteps of a very inconspicuous nature padded quietly through the neighboring streets of Kansas City, Missouri, the two-story brown house in which the sound was gearing toward coming into plain view from behind the rows of bark firmly planted within the sturdy ground. The trees surrounding the land capitulated to the will of nature, resulting in the descent of reddish-brown leaves into wavy chestnut strands sitting atop the head of a very ponderous Samuel Colt. He plucked one of the intruding objects off by its stem and ran his fingers through the grooves embedded deep within the rough material, a tiny smile forming on his face as he glanced up at the autumnal foliage floating weightlessly in the cool, crisp air. A sigh of pleasure escaped Samuel's throat, pink lips parting to allow a gasp at the sweet scent of fall permeating his nostrils.
As acute senses transported the young man to a state of spiritual wholeness, long eyelashes fluttered from behind a long succession of crimson-hued leafy boughs, the owner of the delicate strands watching the man's arms extend outwards in a gesture of complete surrender to the power of mother nature. His neck and back arched with stunning grace, gasps of contentment falling from his throat as a gentle breeze swept through the silent neighborhood. The oscillation of chocolate locks reminded the pensive voyeur of ocean waves gliding effortlessly through the clear waters governed by the ivory moon, the angelic sight mesmerizing onlookers with its seraphic brilliance. Like a flower unfurling its pedals, the man standing before his captivated admirer was transcending past the tedious dissimulation so characteristically displayed by human beings, dropping the fake façade in favor of showing off the flawed yet authentic beauty of his true self. The masquerade reserved for the outside world was no longer in place, any traces of a simulated personality fading beautifully beneath the glory of reality.
Oh, and what a glory it was.
A sound in the distance disrupted the moment of tranquility transpiring between both Sam and his devotee, an unwelcome distraction which sent shivers of malice coursing through the veins of the peeping tom hidden in the shadows. Retreating to his place behind the bark of a very large tree, the spying man's green eyes glinted beneath the light of the full moon as he felt a seething hatred erupt from his inner core at the sight of another man approaching his precious Samuel.
"Sam!" the man shouted excitedly.
The bright smile Sam gifted him with made pale white fingers clench painfully into a tight fist, the action leaving crescent-shaped moons inside the angry voyeur's abused palms.
"Ambrose!" Sam yelled, running toward the yard where he could wrap his arms around the man who'd been so callous as to interrupt the peaceful moment the voyeur had been trying to share with Sam. Big arms swung the beautiful boy up in the air with effortless ease, the sight forcing the man in the shadows to turn his head away in disgust.
"I've missed you so much!" Sam whispered, placing a soft kiss to Ambrose's closed lips.
"Me too, baby. God, I'm glad you're here. I've been dying for a movie. Come on. Let's go curl up in front of the TV and watch some Die Hard, eh?"
Sam's laughter echoed through the bare walls of the voyeur's cold heart. Salty tears trailed down the man's cheeks as he watched his love disappear through the front doors of the house in which he lived, the absence of his presence forcing the man outside to look in anguish at the empty spot where he had once been. He could feel the familiar sting of despair spread through every orifice of his shaking body, the feeling reminding him of the last time pain of this magnitude had unmercifully ravaged his tarnished soul.
Refusing to give into the past that's haunted him for nearly two hundred years, the man instead chose to wait until the lights inside Samuel's house were out before climbing up the sturdy foundations and implanting himself directly on top of the window ledge of the boy's bedroom. He pressed his hand against the glass as he looked longingly upon the object of his desire, reveling in the beauty of his long-lost love. After all these years, he'd finally found the soul of his dead brother. The search was over, and the moment of victory was finally closing in.
A sensual sigh escaped the man's parted lips at the long stretch of exposed skin present beneath the blankets covering Samuel's slender frame. Soon he would be able to feel the sensitive flesh through his eager fingertips as he ran his hands all over the body which promised sweet perfection. The cries of the boy underneath him would amplify in pitch from the perverse ministrations being so graciously administered by the thick shaft sliding sensuously in and out of his tight entrance, the skin surrounding the rim dripping wet with his big brother's juices. His creamy white thighs would shake uncontrollably from the intensity of their lovemaking, and from their passion would emerge a pleasure so exquisite, time itself would cease to exist. Bodies and souls would intertwine in an erotic dance of seduction so powerful that Samuel would have no choice but to give in to the temptation of his brother's body.
"We'll be together once more, my sweet Samuel," the voyeur whispered. "I promise you that."
The man beside Samuel turned on his side and threw an arm over the boy's sleeping form, the action causing a low rumble of displeasure to vibrate deep within the voyeur's throat. Turning away from the unpleasant sight, he lifted his head and glared menacingly at the dark sky above his head.
"I can't be weak," he growled. "I will have him once again. I'll destroy anyone who stands in my way. Even my own heart if need be. Never again will he be taken by another."
Falling to his knees, the man shouted his ownership of Samuel into the night air, a predatory claim warning every being in existence that the boy resting peacefully within the safety of his warm bed belonged to his brother, and nobody would ever come between that bond ever again.
"He's mine!"
Samuel.
Sam awakened at the whispered hiss of his name, looking around the room in confusion before the voice which called out to him spoke again, the sound more pronounced with the new words reverberating off the bedroom walls.
Come to me.
The soft tone voicing the command held a certain aura of danger that Sam chose to ignore, instead rising from his place on the mattress and slowly making his way down a narrow hallway leading to what appeared to be a rather large wooden door. He hesitated for a moment before pulling it open, revealing a room surrounded by candlelight, the orange glow illuminating every nook and cranny of the spacious chamber. A red canopy draped across a king-sized bed resting in the middle of it all, rose petals littering the silk sheets in irregular patterns which poured onto the floor and left a flowery trail from the bed to Sam's feet.
It all looked so…inviting. The mood created by the various shades of scarlet enticed Sam with its seductive setting, called to him in a song fit for the loveliest of larks and possessed his senses, filling his body with an unbearable ache for the sweet touch of soft fingertips against his sensitive skin. The temptation too much to resist, Sam slowly made his way to the bed and laid into it with ease, sinking into the mattress and staring at the ceiling above with a sleepy smile. Just as he was about to drift off into a comfortable abyss, he felt someone crawling up his body, placing soft kisses along his naked torso until reaching the Adam's apple protruding from his exposed neck. He turned his head to give the owner of the lips more access, sighing in pleasure as possessive arms surrounded his form and squeezed him tight against warm flesh. Hips rolled into his in devilish figure eights, thickening the shaft which now laid hot and heavy between two quivering bellies. The pressure increased as a low growl erupted from the mouth of the person above him, making Sam's eyes roll back into his head in ecstasy. He recognized the familiar scent of peaches and cream before the smooth purr of the man he was starting to know better than himself murmured sweetly into his eager ears words which set fire to every inch of his deprived body, enveloping him in a smothering embrace of unbridled passion.
"You are so beautiful. Every part of me aches for your touch, my sweet Samuel."
Sam's hands struggled against the weight holding them down, wanting desperately to look into the emerald-colored irises he'd drowned in so many times before this night.
"Let me look upon you, my darling. I want to see your soul reflected through the dark eyes I love so much."
The arms around his body tightened in response to his whispered request, the lips against his neck all but disappearing as the stimulating countenance of his lover came into view. Sam sighed at the sight of such indescribable beauty, the perfect symmetry of the man's face assaulting his vision with a weapon that could only have been designed by Aphrodite herself, a deadly blade of overwhelming lust that rendered the victim of its cruel ministrations completely powerless.
"Invite my tongue into your mouth, Samuel. I want to taste the sweet nectar of those soft lips."
"Yes," Sam sighed. "Yes."
Moans and groans echoed through the room as the wet cavern of Sam's mouth was invaded by the man above him. He tasted so good, like raindrops in a summer storm. The smitten boy could almost hear the deep rumble of thunder resounding loudly in the walls of his mind, flashes of lightning bursting brightly beneath his closed eyelids.
Sam groaned in protest when the man pulled away without warning, looking deep into his eyes with an expression so intense, it made Sam cower against the crook of his neck. His fingers laced through the short strands of the man's dark hair, his other hand coming up to wrap tightly around the back of his head.
"Look at me, Samuel."
Sam found the courage to lift his head, ignoring the heavy beating of his frightened heart as he listened intently to the words of his handsome admirer.
"There is another man in your life. It…pains me to see you in his bed. Why would you do this to me, Samuel? Why be with another when you can have this?"
Sam groaned loudly as his jealous lover thrust up into his spread legs, the feel of their cocks sliding against one another creating the most beautiful friction. Sam arched his back with an agonized shout of pure bliss, opening his thighs wider as his roaming hands squeezed the firm globes of the other man's ass.
"Hmm," the man moaned. "So responsive. My poor, sweet baby needs me inside, doesn't he?"
"In-inside where?" Sam asked shyly, his voice barely above a whisper.
The man leaned in to lick at Sam's parted lips, chuckling darkly as he grasped the boy's cock in his warm hand.
"Inside you," he responded.
Ambrose awakened to the sound of choked whimpers in the night, blinking up at the black ceiling in confusion before turning to run his hand over Sam's shoulder. Insecurity proliferated in waves through the vast abyss of his tattered psyche as realization washed over him, the moans bursting forth from his lover's mouth nothing more than stolen inflections wasted upon another. These effervescent hallucinations which had so severely been claimed by hours of darkness brought with them a vision of astounding beauty, masses of nonpareil concupiscence that Ambrose found himself incapable of competing with. It was as if this mystery man who kept popping up in Sam's dreams was plotting to steal the kid away from him. Little did he know, Ambrose wasn't about to give up that easily.
Refusing to share Sam with that despicable creature, Ambrose rose to straddle the sleeping boy's thighs before rocking his hips back and forth in quicksilver movements, dragging his nails over taut skin gleaming from the tiny beads of sweat gathering atop the surface of Sam's tanned flesh. A groan of appreciation sounded from the unconscious man underneath him, making Ambrose smirk in triumph at the petty victory. The small morsel of satisfaction he received was short-lived, however, when he felt two hands grip the sides of his thighs with enough force to render him completely immobile. Whimpering in pain, he glanced up into frightened hazel orbs as he waited with labored breaths for the possibility of an unpleasant reaction from his now conscious lover.
Sam's eyes bore into his with an alarming intensity. Time froze beneath the weight of impatience, the only sounds in the room consisting of pounding heartbeats pulsing in rhythm with one another in a strange duet meant to convey the feelings of the two men in which they resided. Finally, as if by some miracle, Sam snapped out of whatever daze he was in long enough to acknowledge his boyfriend's presence.
"You…what were you doing?" he whispered.
Ambrose sighed, removing himself from Sam's legs before sitting beside him on the large bed. "You were dreaming of him again."
Sam stared at Ambrose's hung head with a strong sense of sadness. Contempt for his dream lover flooded his thoughts, evaporating any remaining lust he'd obtained from the man who had claimed him so thoroughly just moments before. Why did he insist on turning Sam's world upside down?
"He's not a real person, Ambrose. There's no need to be so jealous."
"I'm not jealous, Sam. Okay, maybe I am, but it's only because he gets a part of you that I've wanted for so long and I just…it's not fair."
Sam knew what his boyfriend was so upset about long before he'd actually opened up his mouth. Picking imaginary lint off his pajama pants, he struggled to keep his body as relaxed as possible while ignoring the overwhelming urge to shrivel up into a ball in the corner of the bedroom.
"I've never done anything in these dreams involving actual penetration," Sam mumbled. "You've got to believe me. I know what it is you want and I know I've been a terrible boyfriend by refusing to share my body with you but you've got to understand…I'm just not ready. I may not be able to control much of what happens in my head when I'm sleeping but I know for a fact that I've never so much as had a finger inside me during these dreams. You've got to believe me. I would never allow that to happen. I want you, Ambrose. I've always wanted you."
Reaching a hand out to stroke his lover's face, Sam fashioned his mouth on the other man's with an eager need to soothe away any trace of pain left behind by the awful night, moaning softly as Ambrose pushed his back into the silk sheets of their four-poster bed. Lips, teeth and tongue greeted his exposed nipples with the gentleness of a feather, the warmth of his mouth eliciting a low-pitched groan from Sam. It was only when he felt hands disappear beneath the waistband of his pants that he snapped back to reality, grabbing at the wrist resting on his stomach.
"Ambrose," he whispered. "Please stop."
Ambrose let out a sigh of frustration and pulled himself away from Sam, flopping on his back and staring absentmindedly out the window to his right. When Sam protested, he raised a hand in the boy's face without so much as glancing his way.
"I'm tired, Sam. Just go to bed so that we don't fight again, okay?"
Sam nodded forlornly, settling himself on his left side so that he wouldn't have to see the disappointment etched into his lover's face. Images of a promising future with the man had all but evaporated under the weight of what Sam feared was the inevitable, the forces that pulled them farther and farther apart strengthening to the point where the invisible rope attached to the waists of both men was seconds away from being completely tethered, permanently separating twin souls that ached to be one.
Sam closed his eyes as the October wind rustled falling leaves outside his bedroom window, silently praying for the strength to resist temptation forced upon him by the mystery man living inside his head. He ignored the fire that raged within his loins at the memories of soft kisses and sweet words, forcing himself to think of the life he knew he wanted with Ambrose as he eventually fell into a deep sleep, dreaming of nothing but the man lying peacefully beside him.
Sam looked up at the glittering stars above his head in silence, the 2,900-square-foot beach house behind him long forgotten as he contemplated his life beneath the pinkish glow of the Californian skies. He couldn't find it in himself to abolish the memories of soft fingertips against his skin, of the seductive whispers burning hot in his eager ears, words spoken with a voice that demanded every drop of innocence Sam had to offer. He couldn't understand how a man so dark could inspire feelings of such intense passion from someone like him who believed those emotions should only belong to the person you loved. Was he naïve enough to believe that lust only existed for the soul destined to become one with your own? Did he think that he could force himself to conjure up those very same emotions for Ambrose?
Ambrose was posing more of a problem for Sam than he ever thought possible. How could he give him the desire he so desperately wanted from Sam when all he had to give was already being siphoned out of him by the strange man living within the deepest recesses of Sam's mind? How is it possible that such a man could steal all of Sam's kisses when he already had someone who would have turned the entire world inside out just to make him happy? All of these questions demanded an answer that Sam could not give, perplexity twisting his life into intricate knots of self-doubt that he found impossible to unravel. What would he become if he couldn't allow himself the pleasure of fulfillment through the body and mind of another? Would he be alone forever? Or would his admiration for the man who shared his bed override his yearning for something more, something that he felt was too far out of his reach?
"Samuel? What are you doing out here?"
Sam turned to smile at Eva Tuckerman, Ambrose's middle-aged, yet strikingly beautiful mother. From the strawberry blonde hair that fell down her shoulders in soft, wispy curls of gold, to the blue-green eyes that sparkled relentlessly in the sunlight, Eva seemed to shine with a radiance usually reserved for women half her age. She looked about ten times younger than her fifty years, the only wrinkles she sported residing in the vague lines above her brow that crinkled slightly in the direction of her nose. Her blue dress clung to every curve effortlessly, the slip cut just far enough that the perfectly toned shape of her thigh was visible whenever she so much as took one step forward. The waves that bathed the sandy shore slid underneath her cerulean high heels as she stood next to Sam and looked out across the deep blue waters surrounding her home, her expression resembling that of someone lost in the depths of her own consciousness.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?"
Sam followed her gaze and smiled. "Yeah, it is. I wish I could enjoy it."
Eva turned to glance his way before refocusing her attention to the scenery in front of her. The subdued colors of the sunset played across her face in a mirage of tinted hues bright enough to be noticed, yet dull enough that the results weren't blinding to Sam's abused eyes.
"You know, Sam…I used to be like you. I married Ted at a very young age. It was only a month into our relationship that I became pregnant with Ambrose. He was the only reason I had gotten married in the first place. Boy, let me tell ya; I was so scared. Believe me, I know what it's like to doubt everything you thought you knew, the so-called "facts" of your life that you were so sure you could rely on. I remember looking at Ted the night of our consummation, when I was lying in bed drenched in my own sweat, and thinking to myself, 'How the hell did I get here? What am I doing with this man? Do I even love him? Does he love me? Why am I…questioning everything?' I ended up going for a long walk, all the while thinking I had made the biggest mistake of my life. I thought about leaving him and never coming back, annulling my marriage and disposing of the baby I wasn't so sure I actually wanted."
Sam listened in silence, his attention so riveted on her that for a moment, he could have sworn he actually forgot to breathe.
"But then something happened. I…went back. Something in my head told me that the answer was right in front of me the whole time and I just didn't see it. I walked right back into that house and do you know what I saw? Ted was sitting at the edge of the bed with his head in his hands…crying. In his lap was the pillow I had slept with, soaked right through with the evidence of his sorrow. He thought I'd left, Sam. He thought I'd left and he couldn't take it. Looking at him like that…it was then that I knew I could never leave him. I was just scared of what the future was going to hold, of the things he made me feel. I convinced myself that everything was a big mistake and that I didn't really love him because I was afraid to let go and become vulnerable to someone who deep down I knew affected me so intensely that if he wanted to, he could reach inside my chest and rip out my heart."-Eva turned to take Sam's face in both of her hands, looking up at him with a sad smile- "Sometimes we let go of the things we love because we're afraid of being hurt. We wonder what's going to happen years down the road and get lost in the possibility of failure and unhappiness. Don't let your nagging self-doubts and fear of rejection and vulnerability get in the way of your destiny, Sam. Embrace the present, because life is too short to waste on caution. Live for the here and now because before you know it, everything will be over and you'll be lying on your death-bed regretting all the hours you let slip through your fingers when you could have lived for the moment and seized the opportunity for adventure and excitement. Don't deny your right to a good life, kiddo. You deserve it. Figure out what's going on between you and my son and go out there and live."
Sam could feel the tears stinging his eyes as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, sniffling shamelessly against her cool skin. The wisdom of the woman before him always managed to penetrate every barrier guarding the heart he'd tried so hard to protect, instilling hope inside of him so strong, his whole body became revitalized with the healing powers of her infectious energy. It was then that he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt, that whatever it was he was going through, he'd get through it all as long as he had her by his side.
"Hey! What the hell is this? Did you invite me over here for the weekend to steal my boyfriend or something?"
Sam and Eva laughed at the sound of slurred words enunciated with all the grace a drunken man could muster, turning in unison to take in Ambrose's wrecked appearance. His brown hair stuck out in different directions while his lips were stained with the shade provided by the best red wine California had to offer. The white dress shirt previously hidden by the jacket of his two piece black suit was unbuttoned to just above his belly and his blue eyes squinted as he tried to focus on the pair of sober fools chuckling merrily at his expense.
"You ssshould't be laughing at me, Sssammy. You're the o-one who has to s-sleep with my drunk ass tonight."
Sam's smile turned mischievous. "Oh yeah? Well, you just try to keep me from my beauty rest. Because let me tell ya, if you wake up the next morning and find your drunken antics posted on YouTube, it sure as hell ain't gonna be my dignity shattered."
Ambrose stumbled across the sand and pulled Sam into a romantic kiss, the emotion of the moment pulling welcomingly at Sam's heart-strings. "You're cruel but I love you, Sammy."
Sam grinned. "Come on, you. Let's go mingle."
Eva and Sam exchanged knowing smiles as he made his way back to the birthday party Ted had set up for his lovely wife, her encouraging words replaying themselves in Sam's head like a broken record. All of his doubts disappeared under the new hope she'd given him, and he finally found the strength to push aside memories of dreams which had remained frozen inside his mind's eye for far too long, instead filling his thoughts with the embracing arms of the loving man beside him. He enveloped himself in the throng of people crowding the shores of Eva's beach house and completely lost track of the time governing his very existence, so absorbed was he in the seductive thrill of adventure and excitement that he didn't notice the pair of emerald eyes peering at him from the shadows, the displeased growl of their owner drowned out by the laughter ringing out into the night sky.