Sam had let it go rather quickly, and maybe that should have worried Dean, but he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth right now. His brother went back to working on his laptop, leaving Dean to his thoughts as he tried to "brainstorm" like the younger man had suggested. Trying to come up with possible ideas of what it could be. Something that could appear and vanish without a trace at will. Something that could change forms. Something that could read his mind, knew exactly what he wanted, exactly what his worst fears were. Then, of course, there was the sex...

The first thing that came to Dean's mind was a Succubus, but Succubae were all female. Maybe some other kind of demon? Something similar?

Even as Dean tried to come up with some answers in his own head he felt his eyes growing heavy despite how he tried to stay awake. It was a losing battle however and eventually he slept. Waking up what had to be hours later by the scrape of his brother's chair along the floor as Sam stood up.

"Okay." Dean answered a little groggily, giving the younger boy a nod, and watching Sam leave his room. He almost expected... it... to show up as soon as the younger boy left. It had before, but it didn't. Maybe if it knew he was on to it now it would be more careful, or better yet, leave all together. That was probably wishful thinking though.

Dean's eyes fell on the chair that his brother had vacated and the laptop sitting on it. After only a moment's thought he leaned over and grabbed it. Sam probably wouldn't be gone long, but he could at least try to start his own research, if he could just get a better idea of what he might be dealing with.

The search was actually surprisingly short. Dean just typed in two simple words: Male Succubus, not really knowing where else to begin but a result came back immediately.

An Incubus...

After chatting with the nurses for just a little while and finding out the time that the doctors were expected in the morning, Sam made his way back to Dean’s room. Finding him using his lap top, he smiled. “This is so not the time for porn.” Yeah… the way he’d found Dean earlier, really not the time for it. But he was happy that Dean was actually doing something. He’d barely watched t.v. and not spoken a whole lot. This was the first time Sam had seen him actually engaged by anything since this morning.

Dropping down into his seat, he pulled the tab off a soda can and set it down on the table that went across Dean’s bed, where he now had the lap top. Then he opened the other and took a long drink, quenching his thirst. “You look a little better. Maybe… maybe you’re getting better.” He still looked pale, but there hadn’t been bleeding in a while, and his eyes looked a bit more animated rather than glazed over.

“This better not be your way of getting out of going to the lake… I still expect you to take me,” he said, not hiding his smile. That was a long way off. Dean had to get better, then the car would need to be repaired. Maybe dad would be back by then and his fun trip would definitely be shot in the ass by the elder Winchester.

Dean read up as much on Incubi as he could in the short time that Sam was gone. Unfortunately he didn’t come across much more than basic lore and no information on how to get rid of one or kill one. Maybe the same things that could kill a succubus would kill an incubus? But that was really a shot in the dark, though they were similar in that they used sex to drain their victims of their life force there were plenty of differences too. He could try to kill it and end up only pissing it off… generally pissing off any supernatural creature was a bad thing.

So far it had only come to him in the form of his little brother. Dean really didn’t want to see the thing in its true form with no way to kill it.

When Sam returned he was so caught up in his research that he didn’t even realize his brother was there for a couple of moments. Dean quickly closed out the pages he was looking at before the younger boy returned to the chair he’d vacated earlier. He smiled a little in thanks for the soda and took a drink from it, he just realized his throat was pretty dry. Sam had been making him drink but it probably hadn’t been enough.

“Maybe.” Dean said off handedly to his brother’s observation that he was looking better, yeah, he was feeling better too. He knew that had to be because he hadn’t had a visit from the incubus for a while. Dean was a little surprised it hadn’t shown up while Sam was gone. Maybe it had decided to take off on its own after all? Having a hunter for lunch was pretty dangerous, especially if that hunter was on to you, Dean could hope…

Dean snorted and rolled his eyes a little at Sam’s comment about the lake.

“Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m doing.” The older boy said sarcastically, but not in a mean way. “I promised I’d take you didn’t I? So I’ll take you.”

Dean gave his brother a more genuine smile. Once he killed that son of a bitch incubus he was looking forward to him and Sam just hanging out, making things better between them. He’d promised, after all, and he’d meant it.

“Yup... you will,” Sam agreed, making it sound like a threat. He could be like a dog with a bone. “You done with the... or you can play with it,” he said, assuming Dean was looking at porn. It was a good sign.

But as he sat down, he wished he hadn’t thought of porn and Dean in the same sentence. He couldn’t help remembering the kissing in bed and that had his cheeks burning. Steadfastly, he looked up at the television and took a drink of his soda.

*

By the time the doctors came in the late morning, Sam was so damned tired you’d think he’d been up all night. He’d slept, but it hadn’t been comfortable in the chair. Then there were the nurses who came in and out checking on Dean, waking both of ‘em up all night long.

And now the doctors were saying there was nothing wrong with Dean, that he should go home and just get some rest. The nose bleeds were from the weather. Sam was pissed but there was nothing he could do, especially once Dean started to agree with them.

*

A couple hours later, they’d gotten a ride from one of the nurses who had finished her shift. Sam had given Dean a look when she offered. It was clear she was interested, and after helping to get Dean to bed, she offered to come back at night, on her way back to the hospital.

Arms crossed, leaning against the wall, Sam waited to hear his brother’s answer.

Dean was exhausted. Sleeping in a hospital always sucked, but with Sam there, the real Sam, he hadn’t had any more unwelcome “visitors” in his hospital room. Unless he counted the eighty year old nurse that kept waking them both up practically every hour when she came to “check up” on him. Really, why couldn’t hospitals have more hot nurses like on TV?

Of course Dean wasn’t at all surprised when his doctor came in the next morning to tell him he was fine. Even though he already knew his symptoms weren’t from the crash it was still a bit of a relief to hear it confirmed. Once he got rid of that damned incubus he should be fine in no time then.

He could tell his brother was pissed off by the doctor’s diagnosis though, probably only made worse because the younger boy was cranky from lack of sleep because of that damned un-hot nurse. Dean did his best to smooth his brother’s ruffled feathers though, reassuring Sam he was feeling better anyway, there was no reason they couldn’t go home now if the doctors said he was fine.

At least they’d managed to find a pretty hot nurse to take them both home so they didn’t need to call a cab and waste their ever dwindling money supply. Missing another day of work was the last thing on his mind right now unfortunately. He could worry about scrounging up some spare cash for them once he got rid of the incubus if it hadn’t split on its own already.

Even though he was feeling better he was still a little weak and unsteady so he accepted Sam’s and the Julie’s (the hot nurse) help getting him inside and back to bed. Her offer to come back later… definitely tempting… but one look at his brother’s bitch face made Dean forget about even considering accepting.

“Thanks, but our dad will probably be home by tonight. Maybe some other time though.” Dean said, giving her one of his most “sincere” regretful smiles as he could.

Sam rolled his eyes. How was it every other girl fell for his brother, whether he was ill and looking like shit or his normal looking like shit self? Anyone who kisses like that... Eyes widening at the unbidden thought, he tried to shove it away. Not like the nurse would know Dean's kissing style before she tried it out. Then he thought about how he shouldn't even be thinking about Dean's kissing style.

After he walked the nurse out and locked the door, he was back in the room with Dean, standing in the doorway. "Do you want to watch some t.v.? Or should I let ya sleep?" He smiled, "or if you can't sleep but want to, I could bring you one of my books."

Dean was glad that the nurse didn’t seem upset, at his answer. Disappointed maybe, but not upset. Really, if he didn’t have bigger things to think about right now he probably would have taken her up on her offer, if only to take the edge off his want for Sam. That’s all it seemed to do, sex with other people, take the edge off. Never made the want go away completely.

No reason the damned incubus chose to appear to him as Sam. Dean tried really hard not to think about how it had felt like to touch Sam’s skin finally, to taste him finally, even if it wasn’t real. It was as close as he’d ever gotten to what he needed, and as close to feeling satisfied as he’d felt in a while. Even when the damned thing was toying with him, leaving him hard and aching more than half the time.

His thoughts were mercifully cut off when his brother returned, and he smiled at the younger boy’s offer to watch TV with him. But he could tell Sam was just as tired as he was, and even if Sam wasn’t, Dean needed to do some more research on that incubus. Maybe Dad would have some information here he could use.

“I don’t think sleeping is gonna be a problem, and you gotta be as beat as I am. I’ll call work and get some sleep. You should too.”

“Okay, yeah, I am tired,” Sam agreed. “I’m gonna get you some water.” In the kitchen, he almost whistled. Dean did look better. A lot better, even if the hospital hadn’t really done anything special. He had some more color in him, and he was a lot more… if not lucid, then ‘with it’ was the phrase he was looking for. Yeah, his brother was on the mend.

Returning to Dean’s room, he set the talk glass of water down, then almost self consciously climbed over Dean to get to the other side of the bed. “Wake me up if you need anything,” he said. He’d decided he wouldn’t leave Dean alone cause what if the fever came back, or he started bleeding again? Rolling on his side, giving his brother his back, he closed his eyes and eventually drifted off to sleep.

*

It was near the end of its tether, waiting for Dean to be alone. Unable to wait any longer, it dropped into the room, naked, and on all fours, facing away from Dean. He looked over his shoulder at his brother. “Dean, I need you,” he whispered, stretching and arching his back.

He could feel need building inside Dean, but some resistance as well. He couldn’t allow that, couldn’t let him regain ground. Biting his lip, he moved his hand to his cock and started stroking. His brother couldn’t see everything, but just enough to kick start his hormones and allow the addiction to grip him again.

Whimpering, he pleaded. “Really need you Dean. Want you… please, like you showed me before.” Biting his lip, he stroked himself a few more times, then he started to crawl to the door. Gripping the door frame, he stood up, still showing Dean only his back. His shoulders shook. He turned, tears streaming down his cheeks. “Hurts Dean… when you don’t touch me. When you push me away… when you look away. What have I done? Do you want me to leave?”

Without waiting for an answer, he walked out.

Before Dean could protest that he didn’t need any water Sam was already gone and he sighed a little and shrugged to himself. Sam seemed determined to play nurse maid but he couldn’t really feel all that upset by it. In fact, it made him feel good knowing that Sam cared about him enough to wait on him when he was sick. Dean smiled a little. He’d put up with it a few more days before he told Sam to cut it out. So when the younger boy returned, Dean merely smiled and said, “Thanks, Sammy.”

Though when his brother proceeded to practically climb over him to get to the other side of the bed, Dean’s heart did a little flip flop. He’d expected Sam to go back to his room now that he was obviously feeling better. He was going to wait a little while to make sure that Sam was asleep before he got up to do more research on the incubus. Researching while Sam was sleeping next to him… not going to be easy. What would he say if Sam woke up and asked him what he was doing? Dean could only use the porn excuse so many times. Even a teenager couldn’t get it up that often.

Dean sighed a little as he looked at Sam get settled and then he relaxed back against the pillows as well. He guessed he could actually rest for a little while after all while Sam slept. If he was feeling better later on he could tell Sam that and maybe the younger boy would let up on his “watch”. Dean was kind of tired anyway.

So he closed his eyes and tried to go to sleep. Figuring while Sam was there he’d at least get an uninterrupted sleep… wasn’t the first time he’d been wrong.

He’d been drifting off when a powerful surge of arousal hit him out of the blue and Dean knew instantly that it was there. It was getting bolder, showing up while Sam was sleeping right next to him. It was hungry. That didn’t bode well for him.

But even as he thought all these things, as he pushed himself up to look at it he couldn’t stop his breath from hitching in his throat. Jesus fuck… Seeing Sam on the floor on all floors, his perfect pale ass towards him, just begging to be fucked. Dean had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from moaning at the sight of Sam’s fingers playing over his cock and balls. His dick was already hardening even as he told himself over and over that it wasn’t Sam. It wasn’t his brother it was a monster. Sam was sleeping right next to him… and what would Sam think if he woke up to see that thing? Looking like him and Dean already so hard he was pitching a tent underneath the sheets.

Dean swallowed hard, watching as it stood slowly, turned to look at him and Dean felt his heart clench painfully seeing Sam’s tears even though a part of him knew it wasn’t Sam. That part was slowly fading into the back of his mind though. The knowledge this thing wasn’t Sam becoming buried under lust so strong he couldn’t feel anything else. Not weakness, not sickness, only need. He needed Sam and Sam… needed him…

No, don’t leave… He tried to say but he couldn’t get the words past the tightening in his throat. Instead Dean pushed aside the covers and stood. Not caring in the least how unsteady he was. Simply following Sam.

Leaving the room, Sam... it... threw its head back in pleasure at Dean's arousal crashing over him. Yes he was fighting, yes he wanted to deny him, but Dean was losing the battle. Losing it bad. Needing him... this so bad, the youth would go mad if he didn't have him.

Touching himself as he walked, he headed straight for the kitchen table. Moving his forearm over it, he cleared it of papers and weapons, then crawled on top of it. On his knees, he crouched down to his elbows, moving one hand between his legs and stroking his shaft, moaning the instant he heard Dean walk in behind him.

The window was open. Sam turned his head toward it, licking his lips. "Sometimes... sometimes Mr. Totten, neighbor... he watches with his binoculars." Desire and jealousy... that would make for an explosive combination. Dean Winchester had left him hungry and now he would pay twice over. "Saw him once at my window... his hand was in his pants," he said. "Dean... it made me hard, even when it was you I was thinking of. Is that alright?" Brilliant blue-green eyes turned to meet his brother's.

Dean followed Sam into the kitchen. He had no idea what the hell the younger boy wanted there, and truth was, he didn’t really care as long as he got what he wanted. His dick was so damned hard it was making it even more difficult for him to walk.

When he finally reached the kitchen, seeing Sam laid out on the table with his ass high in the air, any remaining blood that hadn’t already rushed to his cock made its way quickly there. Holy fuck, he’d never seen anything so sinfully beautiful. So perverted and perfect. Sam waiting for him, moaning and touching himself. The younger boy giving him the absolute perfect view of his ass and his tight little hole Dean wanted nothing more than to plunge his fingers deep into, opening Sam up to take his cock.

Dean had no idea whether or not his brother’s words regarding their neighbor were true. Something in the back of his mind told him they were probably a lie, but he didn’t fucking care right now. Just the idea of some old pervert watching Sammy, getting off on watching his little brother, and Sam liking it.

Rage flashed through him so hot he practically shook with it. He crossed the distance between him and Sam in a few quick steps and he grasped his brother’s hips with a growl.

“No, it’s not all right.” Dean hissed as he pulled his brother back against him, forcing Sam’s hips to the edge of the table, and pressed himself down over the younger boy’s back at the same time. As his hands roamed all over his brother’s body like he owned it, he rubbed his crotch against the younger boy’s ass. The light hospital pants he was still wearing barely a barrier, his cock fitting easily between Sam’s soft cheeks. Dean bit at the soft flesh of his brother’s shoulder, licking soothingly over the marks he’d made, and then bit the younger boy again a little higher on his neck. Working his way up until he reached Sam’s ear. “You’re mine.”

As Dean's emotions spiked, so did Sam's pleasure. A deep groan broke from him as Dean was uncharacteristically brutal, pulling him roughly to the edge of the table, hands roaming his body, possessively biting into his tender flesh, reminding him who he belonged to.

He felt Dean's cock, unbelievably hard with built up and unreleased need from all of the sexual torture since his brother had taken to watching him like a hawk, pressing insistently between his ass cheeks, and groaned. Once Dean was inside him, he was sure the hunter would be gone to this world… he'd be all his. He'd never be able to give up his drug… he'd kill for him, even kill that little brother he loved so much.

"Dean… " he moaned, as he was bitten on the shoulder then throat, a thrill running through him at Dean's insistent 'mine.' "Yes, yes I'm yours… but you weren't here… you didn't want me then, and he did," he started to cry. "He looked at me the way I wanted you to. That's why I liked it Dean. I imagined your eyes when he stared so hard, and your hand when he reached in his pants and asked me to show him more."

He moved back, nudging his ass against Dean's arousal, grinding against him. "Make me forget him. Make us forget him, Dean. Please…" he turned his head, his mouth seeking Dean's. "Need you to fuck me… fuck him out of my mind. Please."

Dean groaned, his fingers digging a little deeper into Sam’s soft flesh.

“Always wanted you, Sammy. Always…” He growled possessively in the younger boy’s ear. Rubbing his cock harder against Sam’s perfect virgin ass and groaning his pleasure and need into his brother’s mouth as he took the younger boy’s lips in a scorching kiss. His tongue forcing his way into Sam’s mouth as his hands slid up his brother’s torso, pulling Sam upright and back against his chest. Forcing Sam to lean back against him as his hands slid possessively all over the younger boy’s front. Toying with and pinching his brother’s nipples till they were hard little nubs before sliding his hands down.

Oh yes. He was going to fuck Sam. He was going to fuck his little brother and make him his. Any old pervert looking in on them was going to know just what a sick fucked up family they really had when they watched his little brother taking his cock up his ass. But they were going to also know that Sam was his and only his!

Dean’s fingers curled around his brother’s hard weeping cock. Stroking the younger boy hard and fast while he continued to rub his trapped erection between those hot perfect ass cheeks. The front of his pants growing damp from his own leaking fluids, and he moaned his pleasure into the younger boy’s mouth with abandon.

Finally Dean broke their kiss and pushed the younger boy back down so that he was spread out on the table once more. Moaning at the sight, his touches morphed quickly from rough to gentle as he ran his now sticky wet fingers down the length of Sam’s back. Sliding boldly over the cheeks of his brother’s ass and then even more tenderly between them. His fingers eagerly finding the younger boy’s hot puckered hole and moaning as he circled his brother’s opening with the tip of one slick finger.

“Relax for me, baby brother. Relax and I’ll be inside of you soon.” Dean whispered soothingly, caressing up and down the younger boy’s back as he slowly pushed his finger into Sam’s willing body.

Raising his arm, Sam managed to hook it behind Dean’s head, with made it easier to kiss and be kissed at that angel. Dean’s kisses were an inferno of emotions. Desire. Need. Love. Jealousy. The beginnings of a claiming. Sam writhed at the things Dean’s hands were doing to his body, while his mouth was taken, over and over by Dean’s tongue. Sounds broke from him, loud... getting louder, even though he was aware of the need for quiet.

Then Dean’s cock was lodged between his ass cheeks, moving up and down, and his brother’s calloused palm was riding his cock. “Oh ... oh God, De... Dean,” Sam practically shouted, falling back against his brother as a shudder shook him from head to toe.

He could feel the wet material rubbing against his ass, knew Dean was getting close to the point of no return. He whimpered. “Need you ... need something Dean... please... please, he moved restlessly, fucking his brother’s palm. “Don’t stop...”

Then he was pushed back down on the table, on his forearms. He felt Dean touch him in a place he hadn’t dared to before. A whimper broke from him as he turned his head to watch his brother. Then Dean was pushing his finger inside and Sam reached behind him and grabbed Dean’s arm. “Mmn... Dean... don’t know... don’t know...” he chanted, but his body moved back and forth, so that he was fucking himelf on Dean’s finger, playing both on his brother’s fears and lusts at the same time. “Dean... want... don’t know... Dean...” he cried out.

Dean froze instantly when Sam’s hand gripped his arm, stopping him from pushing his finger any deeper into the younger boy’s body… but also preventing him from pulling back. His heart was hammering so hard against his ribs he was afraid it might break free any second. Guilt and lust warring inside of him. He shouldn’t… he shouldn’t be doing this… it was wrong to touch Sam this way. So very wrong… he shouldn’t… Sam didn’t want him to, his brother had stopped him…

But the younger boy was also moving his hips back and forth, taking Dean’s finger into his body, fucking himself. So hot… so fucking tight and hot. Feeling that exquisite tight heat had Dean’s dick throbbing so painfully hard he moaned with more pain than pleasure now. Sam didn’t want him to stop, he was just unsure. Dean would show him it was ok, show him how good it could feel.

The older boy leaned forward, running his hand possessively up and down the length of his brother’s back. Encouraging the trembling muscles to relax. He laid himself over Sam’s back, pressing his erection against the younger boy’s hip as he wiggled his finger a little inside his brother’s body. Pressing tender kisses to the back of Sam’s neck.

“It’s ok, it’s gonna feel good, so good, Sammy. Just relax…” He whispered, drawing his finger out and pushing a little deeper. Curling the digit to search out the special place within Sam that would make his brother whimper and moan even more.

Dean began to kiss his way down his brother’s back, following the line of his spine. His tongue darting out occasionally to taste the sweat slick skin. Not stopping even when he reached the perfect swell of the younger boy’s buttocks. His tongue sliding between those perfect cheeks, holding Sam open with his other hand as his finger continued to slowly push in and out of that tight hole.

“Gonna make you feel so good, Sammy. Nice and wet for me, baby brother.” Dean whispered, his hot breath ghosting over the tight puckered flesh. His tongue finally darting out to lick around that enticing hole, opening Sam up with his finger and tongue.

Sam’s whimperings died down as Dean stroked his back and spoke reassuring words in his ear. He managed to nod. “Want to feel good,” he agreed, his voice more breath than sound as he kept rocking back against Dean’s finger.

Then Dean touched him in a spot that made him moan and practically faint. He turned to look at Dean, eyes wide with questions, he licked his lips, shuddering when he felt Dean’s tongue join that finger inside him. “Good... yes... Dean, that... that feels good,” he managed, pushing back, trying to get more.

It went like that for a while, with Sam’s motions become bolder as he tried to get more of Dean in him, more of tongue, more of that finger. “Need... oh God,” shivering, Sam reached for his own cock and started stroking to the rhythm of Dean’s finger, started making noises, almost demanding, “please ... what you said... please... need something, need you.”

It Wanted, needed Dean to fall, fall for his brother, fall for his brother's needs, give in... fall to his own dark and forbidden desires, family be damned, father be damned, society be damned, future be damned... This moment, the need to fuck his brother would be so strong, he couldn't fight it, wouldn't... he'd push his aching cock deep into young Sam's ass and get what he needed, and it would make sure of it by whipping up his lust, making it reach uncontrollable heights... no one could resist, certainly no boy just past his teenage years.

"Dean! Please!" Sam plead, almost on the verge of a shout.

It was so hard not to simply blow his wad like an adolescent teenager getting their dick touched for the first time. Between the sounds Sam was making, how tight and hot the younger boy was around his invading tongue and finger, and the way his brother was eagerly pushing back into his face and hand, Dean was already so close to coming his dick felt like it was going to explode. But, damn it, he wasn't going to come like this! The only place he was coming this time was deep inside his baby brother while Sam whimpered and clenched around him.

That's why when Sam asked for more, Dean didn't think about going slow or giving his brother as much time as the virgin boy probably needed to get used to him. He pulled his finger out of Sam, his tongue thrusting as deep as it could in its place while he reached down to his own cock. Finally pushing the sopping wet material down to his thighs, freeing himself. Groaning as he slicked up his fingers again before returning them to Sam's hole. Pushing two inside, working them deep and stretching his brother as much as he could in as short a time as possible.

Dean knew that two fingers probably wasn't enough, but he simply couldn't wait anymore. He was panting and shaking with need when he finally drew back. The sight of Sam's wet hole with his fingers shoved so deep inside of him making him groan again and he had to use his other hand to grip the base of his dick hard.

"Gonna give you what you need, Sammy. Don't worry." Dean whispered huskily as he drew his fingers out of Sam's tight body and positioned his cock at his brother's entrance. He was already so slick from his own fluids he didn't bother lubing himself up anymore.

"Relax for me, baby brother, and I'll give you what you need." Dean groaned, grasping Sam's hip to steady the younger boy as he began to push inside of his brother. Still holding the base of his dick tightly to keep himself from coming from the feel of that tight ring of muscles slowly opening up for him and finally, finally, velvet heat surrounding his cock in the most exquisite pleasure imaginable.

"Oh god, Sammy… oh god…" The older boy muttered under his breath over and over as he slowly sheathed himself into his brother. He didn't think he could have stopped now even if he wanted to.

“Mmmph... Dean...” Sam almost collapsed forward, and it was only his brother’s tight grip that held him in place. So hot, so hard... finally inside him, finally so deep that Dean would never want to leave leave him... would die for him... would leave everyone and everything else behind for another taste of this, and another.

Shivering around the cock splitting him in two, Sam squeezed, throwing his head back at the burn. “So big Dean... I can feel you all the way... oh God...” he took a couple of loud breaths. “Hurts... hurts so good Dean, please do something... oh God, I don’t know what to do... please,” he turned his head to the side, biting into Dean’s shoulder as he started to move against him, banging his ass against Dean’s hips, needing him to grind... to fuck.

Come one... fuck. Fuck... Wild with hunger and desire, Sam writhed uncontrollably, demanding everything Dean could give him, demanding it now.

Sammy was already so damned tight he knew he should have been afraid he was really hurting the younger boy, and a part of him was, but at the same time he simply couldn’t think beyond the exquisite forbidden pleasure he was experiencing. So damned hot. So damned tight. So damned perfect. An almost pained moan was ripped from his throat when he felt Sam’s body tighten around him even more. Fuck, he knew it would be good, but he never imagined…

“Fuck Sammy…” Dean whispered, his fingers flexing on the younger boy’s hips. He needed to move so damned badly, needed to draw out and plunge even deeper into his brother’s tight willing body, riding the younger boy till they were both screaming out in pleasure. But he felt frozen in place, almost paralyzed. He needed this so damned badly but he couldn’t hurt Sam. He couldn’t…

When his brother whimpered beneath him that it hurt, Dean’s heart froze for an instant only to beat triple time when Sam said it was good. Begging him to do something. Grinding his hips back against him and Dean was lost. He started to move, drawing out and pushing into Sam with as slow shallow thrusts as he could manage. Holding Sam’s hips tightly as he angled his hips to drag his cock across that special place inside his brother over and over. Trying to loosen Sam up, trying to make it good, trying not to hurt Sam.

He couldn’t hurt Sam, he would never hurt Sam, he’d made it good.

But desire was rushing through his veins like hot acid, burning away everything else, every other thought, every other need, and all he wanted and needed was this. He started drawing out further, thrusting in deeper, faster. He couldn’t stop. He needed this so much. He needed to fuck Sam, fill his little brother up till his come was dripping out of the younger boy’s ass, and he wanted his brother to love every minute of it.

“Oh god, Sam. So good. Fuck… yeah… Sammy…” Dean grunted. The sound of hot skin slapping together and the table scraping across the floor a little with every one of his thrusts was so fucking hot. Dean rolled his hips, releasing Sam’s hip to reach around and take his brother’s cock in hand, stroking the younger boy in time with his deep thrusts. “Oh yeah… come on, Sammy… so good…”

“Ungh… Ungh…” Sam’s head jerked back each time Dean pounded into him with wild abandon, like he’d dreamed of it a thousand times and was finally allowed at to touch… to have the forbidden candy, like nothing mattered as much as easing the desire that burned, consumed him for so long. “Yes… please more, Dean… please…” he pleaded, fucking back against his brother’s hips, taking him inside his body, giving out cries of both pleasure and pain. So good, so good, Dean’s pain, Dean’s desire, Dean’s love, Dean’s need… all of it.

Once Dean’s fingers closed around his cock, Sam leaned back a little, as far as he could, one hand still on the table, the other grabbing for Dean. Trying to touch him, to encourage him, to enflame him beyond a human’s capacity, to make him like a wild animal, riding on instinct, unable to think beyond the one single need. “Ungh… ungh… Dean,” Sam’s teeth rattled at the pressure with which his brother was coming at him, merciless, driven, needy. Yes, oh yes, give it to me Dean Winchester, everything you have… give it to me… give it to your bother.

Sam’s hand slipped over Dean’s, as they pumped his cock together. He turned his face to the side, “need more Dean. Don’t hold back, please… need… ache… want… make me come… make me, Dean. Deaaan!!!”

The sounds his little brother was making every time Dean pounded into him went straight to his cock, making him even harder, if that was even possible, making him burn even hotter. As hot as the fires of hell surely for wanting this, needing it so damned badly, and finally taking it…

“Sammy… Sammy…” Dean panted the younger boy’s name like a desperate prayer over and over. Giving Sam what he wanted. More. Everything. Everything he was. It was all Sam’s. His body belonged to Sam. His soul belonged to Sam. His life… everything…

Dean’s hand on Sam’s hip slid up to his chest, resting over the younger boy’s pounding heart, holding his brother against him. His lips captured Sam’s when his brother turned his face towards him. Swallowing those sweet needy cries, his own becoming lost in his brother’s mouth. His thrusts into the younger boy’s body practically lifted Sam off of his feet and it was a miracle they were able to remain upright. When Sam begged for even more his fingers tightened around his brother’s hard weeping flesh, stroking the younger boy harder, faster.

So close… so close…

His little brother practically screaming his name, in pain or pleasure Dean wasn’t even sure anymore, was enough to push the older boy over the point of no return. Every muscle in his body clenched and bucked and he nearly bit off his own tongue biting off the scream that erupted from his throat as he came. His balls emptying everything they had into his brother’s sweet clenching hole. His vision going completely white, leaving him breathless, weak, and shaking. If someone could actually go insane with pleasure he thought he might right now. It was the most intense orgasm he’d ever experienced and through every intense spasm he continued to whisper his brother’s name over and over.

“Sammy…”

Each cry of 'Sam' brought Sam closer to release as he echoed with Dean's name on his lips, fucking Dean's fist, moving erratically, needing it... this. Then just as Dean came deep inside him, Sam fell apart in his arms, ropes of come coating Dean's fist, dripping onto the table.

He fed and fed on Dean's emotions, on his lust, on the intensity of his need and his glorious release. Dean's life essence pumped into him, so delicious, so beautiful, he would be sad when all that was left was Dean's dying husk.

Sam whimpered, reaching back, touching any part of Dean he could reach. His breaths came in gasps. "We did it... did it Dean... was good. Hurts.. and tired... but good." He licked his lips, laying flat on the table with Dean's weight on him, still panting. "Don't want to move, ever." Over his shoulder, he petted Dean's short spikey hair, wriggling a little under him. "Dean?" He paused, "Does this mean you're mine now?"

*

Sam woke to an empty bed. He'd dreamed he heard Dean calling him over and over again, but not like he was ordering him around. It was different, and it had Sam all hot and hard, and thinking about that damned kiss. Was he ever going to be able to forget it? The more he told himself to put it out of his mind, the more it refused to go. It found him when he was in the bathroom alone, or when he was daydreaming, or now... when he was dreaming dreaming, dammit.

Stretching, he licked his lips. Then he did hear his name for real, and pulled himself out of the bed. Padding out of the bedroom and out the hall, he saw Dean with his shorts at his feet, laying naked bent onto the dining room table, like he couldn't take another step. "Dean?!"

He rushed to him, putting his hand on his brother's forehead, thinking Dean had been so hot he'd tried to strip, and then had fallen and couldn't get the energy to get up off the table. "Talk to me, Dean?" There was only a slight temperature, but unsure, Sam leaned in and touched his mouth to Dean's forehead.

Dean's arms gave out with whatever was left of his strength and he collapsed heavily on Sam's sweaty bare back. His cock still pulsing, buried deep inside the younger boy, and it felt like his life was draining out of him rather than just his seed. That sent warning bells off in the back of his mind but they were faint at best. He simply couldn't concentrate, couldn't focus, on anything but Sam. He simply didn't... care.

Good... yes, so good... he didn't want to move, he just wanted to stay like this, with Sam, forever...

He felt the soft fingers in his hair, heard his the younger boy's sweet question, and smiled weakly against the back of his brother's neck. Yes... he was Sam's... he'd always been Sam's...

Then... he must have blacked out for a few moments or something because everything was different. His front was cold where he rested against the bare wood of the table instead of the warm skin of his brother's back. His whole body felt cold in fact which seemed... odd... considering how hot it had been these last several days. He definitely noticed he wasn't buried snugly inside the younger boy's tight warm body anymore.

Sam... where?

He thought he heard Sam's voice behind him. Calling his name. Dean tried to shift his weight, to push off of the table, but his body simply refused to move. He felt so fucking tired. So weak... and so damned cold... He thought he felt Sam's fingers brush gently over his forehead, followed not long after by his brother's sweet lips. Dean managed a small smile as he tried to drag open his eyes. It was almost more effort than it was worth, and even once he'd gotten them open they kept trying to close again. He was so fucking tired...

But Sam had asked him...

"Always... yours..." He managed in a small whisper, barely above a breath, but Sam didn't look pleased by his answer. He looked... scared. Why was Sam scared? Dean tried again to push himself up from the table, trying to figure out what had scared his brother, it was his job to protect Sam after all. But his arms simply wouldn't support his weight, and neither would his legs for that matter. He felt his knees buckling and gravity pulling him down and he simply didn't have the strength to fight it.

"Dean!" Sam leaned in more, grabbing his brother's waist more tightly, suddenly not giving a shit that Dean was bare assed. Gritting his teeth, he summoned up all of his strength to keep Dean from hitting the ground. "Come on... Dean, just a couple steps," he said, slowly half carrying half dragging his brother toward the bedroom. He'd been fine... he'd been getting better, and that's why Sam had let himself sleep. If he'd known... Guilt washed over him, and worsened as he looked at Dean's pale features, watching him struggle to even give him the little assistance he was by putting one foot in front of the other.

It seemed like it took forever, but he got to the bed and dropped Dean down, unsuccessfully trying to break or slow down his fall. "You alright, Dean ... sorry! I'm sorry, Dean?" His brother's eyes were open and he was nodding, but Sam was as scared as he'd been when he'd called the ambulance yesterday. "I'm gonna make em fix you," he promised, getting Dean tucked into the bed, wondering if he'd been hot or why he was undressed like this. He didn't pull the blankets up, just the sheets, and then he had Dean drink a little water.

Walking across to the other side of the room with the cell phone in hand, he dialed his dad. Course no one answered... why the hell should that surprise him. He couldn't think straight enough to compose a message so he just hung up and walked back.

Leaning over Dean, he looked him in the eyes and pushed even the short hair on his forehead back, trying to see if he had a temperature and finding none. "What were you doing up? Why didn't you wake me if you needed something? Dean... you're really sick, and I'm not exaggerating." He took a deep breath. "I called dad, but he's not picking up ... I don't know what to do. I'm thinking call the ambulunce again."

Walking was definitely a skill that most people took for granted, Dean decided as Sam practically had to drag him down the hall back to the bedroom. He wasn’t even really sure how the younger boy managed it. Though Sam was gaining on him in height, his brother didn’t have the muscle mass that Dean had. He could feel the younger boy straining to keep him from hitting the ground and it was probably a testament to Sam’s stubborn will that the younger boy managed to get him back to the bed at least before letting him drop.

Unfortunately without Sam’s support, Dean’s body completely refused to cooperate and he hit the bed like a stone. Grunting a little when he landed but at least it was a soft surface rather than the floor, and at least Sam hand managed to get him turned around so he landed on his back instead of face planting.

Dean blinked blearily up at the younger boy as Sam apologized to him. He wasn’t even sure why his brother was apologizing. Was he all right? Dean managed a small nod, even though they both knew it was a bald faced lie. He was about as far from all right as he could get without losing a limb or having a gaping wound in his chest, or something.

At least some of the fog in Dean’s brain was beginning to clear. Not much, but a little. It was probably Sam’s fear that was helping with that. If Dean had been by himself, he probably would have simply let himself fall unconscious on the floor of the kitchen and not gave a damned. But Sam needed him, and he would never leave his brother alone, so Dean forced himself to stay awake. Forced the rusty wheels in his head to start turning again, trying to figure out what had happened to him.

At first all he could think about as he stared at his brother across the room was the beautiful younger boy naked and crying out in pleasure, begging for him, as Dean fucked him across the dining room table. Maybe Dean had just tired himself out? Pushed himself too hard making love to his brother? That’s why Sam looked so worried, even guilty? Because he thought it was his fault Dean was sick again?

Dean tried to give the younger boy a soft, reassuring smile when his brother came back over to him. Touching his hair, and Dean couldn’t help but close his eyes and sigh a little at the feeling of Sam touching him. It felt so good… it wasn’t Sam’s fault. He would be fine, soon he wouldn’t be sick anymore, and he could make love to Sam even better… But then his brother was asking him what he’d been doing? Dean opened his eyes again, confusion and exhaustion swimming in them, fighting for control.

Then the fog cleared a little bit more… of course Sam didn’t know what he’d been doing… because it wasn’t Sam. It looked like Sam, felt like Sam, Dean had wanted it to be Sam… but it wasn’t. It was… an incubus… and Dean had fallen under its spell again. That’s why he felt so bad now. So sick… the fucker had probably drained him nearly dry…

God damn it…

When Sam mentioned calling the ambulance again, Dean finally managed to move. Reaching out to grasp his brother’s wrist, to stop Sam from leaving and he shook his head, struggling to speak.

“Don’t… don’t go…” He finally managed. He wasn’t going to be able to stay conscious for much longer. But he had to tell Sam. It wouldn’t come as long as Sam was watching him. That would break the illusion. “Don’t… let me… go…”

"I"m not going anywhere Dean," Sam answered, growing even more worried when Dean followed by asking that Sam not let him go. What did that mean? Like he was gonna die or something? No, no way, no way Dean was gonna slip into death like that. He looked down at his wrist, gauging the desperation in his brother's voice and close to being freaked out by it. "I won't move, I swear. Scoot over," he said, waiting until Dean released him.

He grabbed the remote, and brought the lap top over, then got on the bed. The fact that he had to help push Dean, that his brother was unable to muster up the energy to scoot over had him worrying all over again. It was weird... no it was wrong, everything was turned around. For years and years, it had been Sam sick in bed with the flu or whatever, and Dean hovering over him. But that wasn't all. Dean was an awful patient and while he might hover, he hated being hovered over like this. "I shouldn't have slept. I'll do better, Dean," he promised, taking his brother's limp hand and giving it a squeeze.

As his brother's eyes closed, Sam told himself he would call dad again later. This was much bigger than either of them thought, and covering up a car accident was not a good reason not to get his dad's help now when he was sure, despite what the doctors said, that his brother's life was in danger.

For a while, he stared at the blank t.v., musing over everything that had happened. The thing that had started this whole snowball rolling, their argument and Dean hitting him, before he left in a rage and got into an accident, all of that was mostly forgotten. The thing that Sam remembered best and that was at the forefront of his mind was how Dean had held him at the bus stop, and how he thought they had found their way back. Then there was that other thing, the one he tried not to remember, not to think about. The strange feelings Dean had stirred up in him when they were in bed and Dean had given him that feverish kiss.

Checking on his brother, seeing he was completely asleep, he reached for the lap top. The last thing he wanted was for the t.v. to wake him. At first, he fooled around, not doing any real research. Then he remembered he'd found a good site where you could post medical questions and get a response. Well he'd posted one, but now he found that he hadn't bookmarked the site as a 'favorite place.' Frowning, he went to look at his 'history' of sites he'd visited and started seeing some older searches that he hadn't made. Dean?

He started clicking on send, looking at the results, scrolling down. What was his brother looking for? He kept going and a word kept coming up. Incubus. He'd heard of Sucubus, but.... hmmm. He started his own searches, mostly thinking that maybe it was something Dean had hunted in the past. But once he started reading the mythos behind it, his heart started hammering into his chest.

He looked over at his brother. Yes, he was exhausted and pale, like something was draining him of life. No, there was no real reason for him to be this sick. Sure he'd been in an acciden but these symptoms had nothing to do with concussion or bodily injuries. Yeah, he was acting weird, and there were dips in his condition. Each time he was left alone, he was just a little worse. Was an incubus attacking his brother?

Shit... Sam wanted to reject that idea, it just made him all sort of uncomfortable. He researched some more, getting tenser and more uptight by the minute. All the hard ons, the lack of clothes when he'd been on the diningroom table, the feverish kissing in bed... Yeah, he was pretty sure it was an incubus.

Dad... he needed dad now, only Dean could be dead by the time their dad made it back from wherever. Sam would have to handle this. Dean had given him a clue, told him not to leave him alone. Okay, he could do that. But he needed to find out how to kill an incubus. There was plenty of information on what an incubus is, but the solutions were rarer or unbelievable. Suddenly, Dean's request that Sam not let him go made sense and scared the hell out of him. Hunching over, he concentrated harder, determine that he would not give his brother up to any <i>thing</i>.