He had no idea how long he slept. But despite the fact that he was dead to the world, Dean's sleep was not peaceful.

He wanted… he needed…

Hot skin beneath him. Flushed with arousal. Sweat glistening…

Dean moaned softly in his sleep. His own skin feeling flushed with heat. Remembering how hot he'd been pressed against a lithe strong back. How slick their skin had been, moving together. The taste of salt and desire on his tongue when he licked wetly at the glistening flesh.

Soft moans gradually increasing with volume. Desperation. Little desperate pants and grunts every time they moved. Some sounds of pain, little moans of discomfort, understandable when it was the first time. But the sweet whines and moans of pleasure his name whispered in such need over and over, more than made up for that discomfort.

He wanted to hear his brother make those sounds again. He wanted it to be all he heard. He wanted to make Sam scream his name in ecstasy as he took him again and again. Taking, and giving, them both what they wanted.

So fucking tight. The velvety slick channel around his cock, inner muscles practically strangling his dick at first they were so tight. Reluctant to loosen for him, to open for the foreign invasion, but finally relenting. Relaxing. Allowing him into the forbidden. Flesh of his flesh. Blood of his blood. They were meant to fit together like this. It was perfect. He angled his hips just right as he fucked into Sam hard, bringing forth such sweet sounds of pleasure when his dick rubbed over the younger boy's prostate over and over. The first to ever touch his brother like this. The only… Sam was his…

He wanted that again. needed that again. To feel Sam beneath him. To feel himself inside his brother. To fuck his brother. To taste his lips. To taste his skin. To taste his cock. His come. To fill the younger boy up with his seed until it dripped out of his perfect little ass. He needed it. He ached for it. It hurt so much.

"Sammy…" Dean moaned, nearly in agony, forcing his eyes open. He couldn't think beyond the cloud of lust and pain obscuring all of his thoughts. Nothing else mattered. Nothing except trying to find what he wanted. What he needed. Sam… Why wasn't Sam giving him what he needed?

Stunned by his discovery and trying hard to find a solutions, at first, Sam only glanced over at Dean when he started to make sounds in his sleep, confirmed he looked fine, and went back to pounding on the keyboard. He wasn't gonna let his brother's life be drained away, no fucking way. He needed his older brother, always had, always would. All his life, Dean had taken care of him, been at the center of everything, the only stable thing in his life. If he had a problem, Dean would solve it, even if he flicked him off first or made him jump through hoops, that's what brothers were for. That's what family was about, Dean taught him that, if not with words, with actions. Sure, they didn't have an ideal family, but he never, not once, doubted his brother's love.

His heart constricted. Yeah, there were times when he'd wondered what was going through Dean's mind. He'd never thought it was hate, but Dean had definitely been pushing him away. That was before they made up on that bus stop bench, when Dean stopped him from leaving. Having no idea what he could have done to earn that, to suddenly have Dean walking away from him, or shove him off, or cut him off when he tried to talk, he'd put it down to his brother being tired of taking care of him. That was something he could understand, but he'd never though hate... he'd always known underlying any emotion Dean showed him, there was love.

Dean probably loved him more than dad. They'd been the center of each others' worlds, but while Sam had had to depend on Dean, Dean had given his time, his efforts, himself not because he had to, because he wanted to.

He clicked the mouse button, jumping into the next page. More about Incubi, how they both drained sexual and emotional energy, and stimulated it. How they lured their victims, became more and more irresistible to them. How they chose to appear in a form that would most appeal to the victims... the victim's deepest desire, be it a real person, or an 'ideal' they had in their mind. "But how do you kill it... how?" he muttered when Dean started to thrash.

Sam put the lap top aside and leaned over his brother who was moaning, saying his name. Sam's breath hitched, his pulse started to race as he was reminded of the kisses Dean had given him in bed. This is what Dean had sounded like, and he'd been flushed just like this. No, he needed to stop thinking about that, and just think on how he could help Dean.

Sliding his palm over the warm flesh of Dean's cheek, he pushed his hand under Dean's head, lifting him slightly. "Right here, Dean. What do you need?" he asked, noticing how unfocused his brother's eyes were. He leaned closer, to hear him. "Dean?"

The light tender caress to his cheek practically burned, and Dean moaned again. Wanting more, needing more, he needed Sam. So much… Dean turned his face into his brother’s palm out of instinct, seeking more, more of his brother’s touch. It wasn’t enough. He needed more. Didn’t Sam understand that? He needed more…

Somehow, with great difficulty, he managed to almost focus on Sam’s face hovering over his. Sam… Sammy… his sweet innocent little brother… Sam looked so concerned. Worried… about him… afraid…

“Sammy…” Dean whispered. He wanted to reassure his brother, but all he could manage was the younger boy’s name. He wanted to tell Sam there wasn’t any reason to be afraid. It was just them. Just like it should be.

He lifted his hand, even though it felt weighed down by lead, and placed it on his brother’s cheek. Caressing Sam’s face tenderly. The way Sam had caressed him. His fingers sliding back through the soft silky strands of his brother’s hair. Cupping the back of his neck. God, he felt like he was burning, and that light touch was soothing water.

“Need you…” Dean practically growled in need. Snaking his other arm around his brother’s waist and pulling Sam down on top of him. Moaning at the weight of the younger boy’s body covering his own, too much separating them of course, but he would fix that soon. With a moan he pulled on the back of his brother’s neck and rose up to kiss Sam hard, devouring his brother’s mouth without restraint.

At first, Sam thought Dean was awake, especially when he’d put his hand on Sam’s cheek. “Need what?” Sam asked as soon as Dean spoke, “what do you need?”

One moment he was looking down at his brother with concern, and the next Dean pulled him down over him. His brother’s groan had Sam worrying that he’d hurt him, he wasn’t a small kid. Just as he started to try to pull his weight of, Dean moved again, this time cupping his neck, pulling him down and welding their mouths together.

The breath was knocked out of Sam at first. Surprised, he did nothing... said nothing as Dean pushed his tongue inside his mouth. Then it was just like that other time when Dean had been feverish and had kissed him. Strong, unfamiliar sensations traveled through Sam’s body.

“De... don’t...” His brother tangled their tongues together and worked his mouth over his in a rhythm that had Sam’s head swimming, and his entire body tense and paying attention. It took him a minute to realize the sound he’d heard had come from him, much like the sounds he made when he jacked off, only louder. Dean was getting him hard, making him want to kiss back, to move against him.

Sam tentatively moved his tongue, sweeping it along Dean’s, and suddenly he was swept up in a new wave of heat. Groaning, he kissed Dean, learning the motions of tongue and mouth. It was only when he involuntarily ground his hips that guilt and shame washed through him. Dean wasn’t even really conscious and here he was taking advantage of it... what the hell.

Almost panicked, he ripped himself out of Dean’s arms. “Stop... Dean, you’re dreaming,” he said, pushing Dean’s arms back down, putting them under the blankets. “Sleep alright, I’m gonna stop this, I swear, I’ll help you,” he promised.

Scooting away, he worked again on the lap top, but his mouth burned, and his body felt strange, like there was unfinished business. His heart hurt, because he knew, what he’d just experienced would never happen again, and that nothing could compare... nothing.

Dean moaned in pleasure into his little brother’s sweet mouth as their tongues tangled together. The younger boy unresponsive at first, confusing him, but he finally felt those gentle tentative touches and Dean groaned louder in encouragement and pleasure. Sam kissed him like his brother had never kissed anyone before, all enthusiasm and little skill, and it was really turning him on. When Sam pretended to be coy like this… it was so sweet and hot at the same time…

Dean wasted no time “showing him what to do”, licking inside of his brother’s mouth, tracing his gums and teeth, stroking and sucking on his tongue. His fingers petting and stroking through Sam’s hair and down his back, rocking his hips up to meet Sam’s when his little brother began pushing down against him. Letting Sam feel how hard he was making him, feeling Sam growing hard in return, perfect…

But then Sam was breaking their kiss, pushing him away, telling him… to stop? Sleep? No, he didn’t need sleep. He needed Sam. The absence of the younger boy in his arms was like a cold black void, and he needed his brother. He needed Sam warm and moaning beneath him in pleasure. He needed it.

“Sammy, please…” Dean moaned, forcing his arms underneath him, pushing himself up even though his body practically refused to move. The burning need inside of him, knowing that only Sam could ease it, was enough of an incentive to make him try.

He managed to follow Sam, scooting over the couple of feet that put his brother back in his reach, and he threw his arms around the younger boy. Burying his face into Sam’s neck, mouthing and sucking on the soft skin, while his hands roamed wherever they could reach. Sliding over Sam’s chest and back, and finally worming their way underneath his brother’s shirt to caress warm perfect skin.

“Need you Sammy, please…” Dean begged again, licking up Sam’s neck to nibble on the skin just beneath his ear. One of his hands started working its way under the waistband of his brother’s boxers. “I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll suck your cock. I’ll lick you open. I’ll fuck you. You can fuck me. Anything…”

Dean moved so damned quick again, Sam didn’t see it coming. One moment he was innocently trying to forget the burning kiss as he worked on finding a solution, and the next, Dean was clinging to him, surrounding him. It was way too hot and humid to be touching, but the way Dean touched him, he wasn’t thinking of that kind of heat, but a whole nuther type.

He felt Dean’s mouth on his throat, the wetness from his tongue, and then Dean was sucking on his skin. Goose bumps rose on his flesh, his stomach clenching in wonder as Dean’s hand skimmed over his abs. “Dean... can’t...” Despite his words, he just sat there, his heart beating hard against his chest as he tried to analyze all the sensations assaulting his senses. He’d never realized how good Dean smelled, how thick his voice could get, or that when he spoke at a particular octave, it was as if it made his entire body hum.

He let out a heated breath, wondering if this is what all the girls Dean took out felt. No wonder they fell all over him. His mouth was magic, his touch... it just made him want to stay there, like that, made him want to ask for another kiss. Wanted to so bad, but he knew it was wrong.

Then Dean was begging him, telling him he ‘needed’ him. The words, the way he said them had Sam more hot and bothered than he’d ever been in his life. “No... don’t say that,” he whispered breathlessly, knowing he’d think about it for days, or weeks, knowing he’d jack off to it, even if he shouldn’t. “Dean you should...”

He’d just started to push Dean again, when Dean’s hand wrapped around his dick and the words stuck in Sam’s throat. Before he could even react, Dean was making suggestions, dirty filthy suggestions, things Sam had never thought about before, not really, not with a guy.

Images of Dean’s mouth on his dick flashed through his mind, and being fucked... he meant in the... Dean meant. His heart tumbled, and he pushed Dean away hard. He didn’t know if it was fear, though it should be disgust, it should be. “No Dean, stop this... it’s not you.”

No matter what he did though, Dean insisted on touching him. Once he got Dean’s hand out of his shorts, Dean was leaning in, kissing him, making suggestions in his ear. The begging was what broke Sam’s heart. What had this incubus done to his brother.

After trying to fend Dean off, and being hampered by his own body’s reaction, he managed to get off the bed. Dean was trying to scramble after him, and was only his weakness that prevented him.

A few minutes later, Sam returned, walking around to the other side of the bed. The minute Dean rolled closer, Sam cuffed him, just one hand, to the handle of the drawer of the nightstand. “Dean, calm down, Dean!” He peeled himself away from his brother’s other hand. “Its and incubus that’s doing this, do you know how to fight it? DEAN, help me! Do you know what I need to do? HELP ME.”

Dean wasn’t prepared when Sam shoved him away. It felt like a knife in his heart. Why was Sam shoving him away? Why wasn’t his brother giving him what he needed? He said that he would do anything Sam wanted. Anything… and instead Sam was pushing him away.

“Sam, please… Please!” Dean begged, trying to touch Sam again. Trying to make Sam feel good, trying to ease the burning need inside of himself. It hurt so much. He needed Sam so much. “I need you, Sammy please…”

But Sam pushed him away. Again. And this time his brother got off the bed and left the room. Sam was leaving him. Like he’d promised not to… he’d promised…

“Sammy!” He cried out after the younger boy, trying to get up off the bed, follow Sam, but he could barely move. His efforts only making him almost fall out of the bed, and he sobbed in agony. “Need you… please, Sammy, please…”

When Sam returned, Dean felt close to tears as he reached out to the younger boy, but his brother gave the bed a wide berth and Dean had to try to struggle weakly to the other side. Reaching out to Sam again, only to find himself suddenly restrained, and he looked down at his cuffed wrist as though it didn’t belong to him.

Dean turned wide wounded eyes back to his brother. He didn’t understand what Sam was asking him. He couldn’t think beyond simply needing Sam.

“I don’t know…” He whispered, his eyes pleading, before another wave of pain swept through him and he curled in on himself with a moan. His skin felt like it was on fire. His cock was so hard it could pound nails, and it hurt so fucking much. He’d never felt a pain like this before, he was shaking with it. His head felt like it was being split in two. He wasn’t surprised at all when he felt the coppery wetness dripping from his nose. “Hurts… oh fuck… Sammy it hurts…”

Struggling with Dean, pushing him away, then listening to him plead, and beg... it was the hardest thing Sam had every done. He could see Dean didn’t understand him, that Dean was somewhere else inside his head.

“Please, please tell me how to make it better,” Sam pleaded, his heart constricting. Then Dean was moaning, in pain, and it wasn’t funny, wasn’t embarrassing, it just plain had Sam in a panic, seeing Dean bleeding again and telling him it hurt.

He looked at the lap top that had slid to the floor, then at his brother, shaking like a leaf. He knew he had to find a cure, but how could he leave Dean to this? How the fuck was he supposed to do that.

His gaze dropped to Dean’s groin, and he just knew that whatever Dean was feeling, it wasn’t just blue balls, it was extreme. He started to shake like a leaf too, just looking down, frozen... undecided. This wasn’t what his brother needed, this wasn’t how Dean would react if their positions were in reverse. Dean would do something, he’d save him, help him.

Sam dropped down onto the bed, moving Dean so he was flat on his back. He lay on top of him, kissed, him, ignoring the taste of blood. “I’m right here, Dean. Kiss you alright? This what you need?” He felt Dean buck under him, felt his free hand move to his back.

Tentatively, he moved against Dean, so afraid... so unsure about what he was doing, but so damned scared not to do anything. “Don’t hurt Dean, I’m right here... I’m right here.” Tears started to stream from his eyes. “Tell me what I have to do to beat this thing, please tell me... God Dean, I need help, please tell me.”

Dean was so close to simply ripping off his own skin, just to make the burning stop, when Sam was finally there. His brother’s touch making him whimper as the younger boy shoved him onto his back. Sam’s touch was like a balm and he practically sobbed into his brother’s mouth when the younger boy’s lips covered his own.

He kissed Sam back desperately. His free arm slid around the younger boy’s slim waist to clutch his brother tighter to him, bucking up against Sam. Hating that there were so many layers of cloth separating their bodies, but he would take whatever he could get at this point. A low agonizing groan was ripped from his throat when Sam finally began to move against him.

Dean honestly wasn’t sure how he was able to think beyond the painful need gripping him, but his brother’s voice shaking with fear reached him at a soul deep level. He forced his eyes open and seeing the younger boy’s tear streaked face was like a punch to the gut.

Sam needed him. Needed him to tell him what to do, but Dean felt just as lost as his little brother. Was this enough? He didn’t know. The fact that he could think at all, maybe that meant it was helping, a little. But it wasn’t enough.

“Not enough…” He groaned, embarrassment forgotten, shame forgotten, as all he could think about was easing the unbearable need inside of him.

His hand slid down Sam’s back, tugging at the hem of his shirt and hiking it up to his armpits. The touch of Sam’s bare skin against his had him moaning again, but this time not in pain. Somehow he managed to free himself from his shorts even though he couldn’t stop bucking and rocking his hips up against his brother. Rubbing his aching dick against the bare skin of Sam’s thigh had him gasping and shuddering, his fingers clutching at Sam’s ass as pleasure began to replace the fiery pain burning through his veins.

“It’s good… Sammy… better…” He panted, kissing Sam’s cheek. Licking away his little brother’s tears back to the younger boy’s lips. His breath hitching as he brushed his lips over his brother’s mouth. “I’m sorry… so sorry, Sam…”

Sam gasped as Dean dragged his shirt up his body, almost got it off him. Deciding he could lose it, Sam tugged it the rest of the way off. He told himself he could handle this, would handle it, but when he looked down, Dean had somehow gotten his shorts off and was practically naked under him.


Heat stained his cheeks. Before he could say a thing, Dean had grabbed him by the ass and was pulling him down as he thrust up against him. His mind and body were suddenly focused on the feel of Dean's naked cock rubbing against him, grinding into his thigh. His breaths started coming a lot faster, he felt Dean's mouth over his face, over his own mouth, light as a feather, appologies tumbling from his brother's lips.


"No, it's okay Dean. Want to help, just don't... not under my... leave them on," he whispered against Dean's ear, as he started to move a little harder against his brother. At first it had been just to help Dean, but need was building up inside him. "Dean... God... Dean..." his breaths puffed out between his lips.


Afraid of his own feelings, his own reactions, Sam buried his face in Dean's throat and tried to hide from them. He was breathing hard and out loud, and so fucking embarrassed. "Still good, Dean... helping," he asked, afraid, so worried he was doing this for himself. "Want you to get better, please Dean, get better." He didn't know how it happened, but he slid his mouth over Dean's and just... just opened for his brother.


Then they were kissing, and he could hear and feel Dean pull against the cuffs holding one of his arms, heard his frustrated attempts to free himself. "Sorry Dean, had to ...." He lifted his head up, felt his brother's iron grip as if Dean was afraid he'd roll off. He bit his lower lip as his cock, trapped between their bodies, got impossibly harder. "Anh... oh God... Dean... Dean I..." Just that quick, he came in his shorts, tears blurring his eyes as shame washed over him.

Dean swallowed hard and nodded to his brother’s instructions. If Sam didn’t want Dean to touch him under his shorts, he wouldn’t. He would do whatever Sam wanted. He would gladly take whatever his brother offered him.

He threw his head back and groaned, bucking up beneath the younger boy’s body and probably would have unseated Sam if he wasn’t also clinging to his brother so tightly. Just feeling Sam, hard, digging into his stomach, even with the thin layer of cloth separating them was heaven.

“Yeah… its good… helping…” Dean whispered in reply. He was so close already. He knew when he came the pain would go away. Somehow he just knew it. He just… had to get there… He needed Sam to get him there.

Dean moaned into his brother’s mouth when Sam’s lips covered his own again, and he thrust his tongue past the younger boy’s teeth, exploring every inch he could. Tugging uselessly at the cuffs restraining him, frustrated he couldn’t hold Sam even tighter to him, couldn’t touch his brother with both hands, but this was enough. Right now this was enough.

When Sam broke their kiss, Dean was left panting, trembling, looking up at the younger boy as though he was everything. His heart and soul and more. Watching Sam come undone as though it was the first time, feeling the hot wetness spreading through Sam’s shorts as his brother came, feeling the younger boy trembling against him, pushed Dean over the edge as well.

He bucked beneath Sam so hard he wasn’t sure how he didn’t throw his brother off of him, practically screaming Sam’s name as he came. Shuddering so hard beneath the younger boy he felt like he was having a seizure.

“Sam… oh god… Sammy…” He moaned like he was in agony, and a part of him was, until the last shudder racked his body and he collapsed spent and completely boneless beneath the younger boy. Gasping and wheezing and feeling completely drained in mind and body.

The tremors of pleasure ripping through Sam were just starting to ease when Dean suddenly bucked his hips so high that Sam almost fell off to the ground. Hearing his brother scream, his heart clenched at first in fear for Dean, then... then something else ... a realization that it wasn't pain, it was that same need he'd been gripped with seconds ago.

Then Dean stopped moving, stopped crying out, like his pain was gone... like he was alright again. "D... Dean, it's okay now..." he breathed against his brother's ear, then lifted his head. His hands on Dean's shoulders were trembling, his legs still felt weak. "Gonna be okay," he nodded, answering for his brother.

He kissed Dean's cheek, then felt himself flush, and stammered an apology, which after all that just happened was really, really stupid. He crawled off Dean and bringing the bowl of water that was still in the room from when Dean had needed cold compresses for his fever, he came back and cleaned Dean up... mostly. "Here," he said gently, giving him the wet cloth to let him take care of his own privates. "I'll... I'll be right back."

True to his word, Sam was back in three minutes, having showered and changed into new shorts and a tee. A little unsurely, he got on the bed next to his brother and picked up the lap top. "You know, I was gonna ask for kissing advice... guess I got it, now." He cleared his throat, not looking at Dean, but smiling just a little as he recalled the heat that flooded his system at every touch of Dean's tongue. "We're going to have to talk about this," he nodded again. "After we get rid off your... your problem. Any ideas, Dean?"

Sam’s gentle touches and the soft whispers next to his ear were comforting and only made the older boy relax more. Dean’s thoughts felt like they were swimming through his head like thick syrup. Moving as slow as molasses in the winter, but he didn’t care. He only cared that the pain was gone, the need was gone, sated… for now. It was going to be ok. Ok… he clung to that thought, those promises. It was going to be ok…

When he felt Sam moving away, Dean moaned softly in complaint and forced his eyes open. He didn’t want Sam to leave him. He still needed Sam… but his brother didn’t go far. Just for water and a wash cloth. Dean offered the younger boy a small shaky smile when his brother started to wipe the sweat off his face. It felt good, so good…

He let his eyes slide closed again, exhausted, as Sam worked. However when he felt the rag pressed into his hand and Sam left again, he forced them open again with a sound of complaint. Why was Sam always leaving him? He didn’t like it when Sam… disappeared… after they were together. He wanted Sam to always stay with him. He wanted… Dean frowned up at the ceiling in confusion. Something wasn’t right… Something… but he didn’t know what.

He and Sam, it was perfect. It was what he always wanted… but it shouldn’t be. Sam was his brother. His little brother, for god sake! It was bad enough that he wanted Sam so badly that an incubus had been able to use the younger boy’s form to… but it wasn’t… it was Sam, really Sam… oh dear god…

Dean paled so much he probably rivaled the sheets he was laying on. Horror at what he’d done and guilt churning his stomach so badly he thought he might be sick. Might be? He was sick. A sick fucking bastard that had just molested his little brother… and Sam had let him… oh god… He should have just let that fucking incubus kill him, suck him dry, he deserved that and worse, so much worse.

When Sam returned, Dean couldn’t look at his brother. He simply couldn’t. Sam’s attempt at a joke to lighten the mood settled like a frozen piece of lead in his gut. His throat felt so tight with shame he could barely breathe.

Talk… What the hell was there to talk about? Dean was a sick fucking bastard that deserved to be arrested, or castrated, dead, or all of the above.

Sam stared at the screen for a while, then looked over at Dean. "Are you mad because of the cuffs?" He licked his lips and stared at the silent figure next to him, very aware that Dean wasn't looking at him... was avoiding him to be precise. He hung his head. "Are you mad because I.... Dean I didn't know what to do. You were in pain, I thought you were gonna have a coronary."

He thought back on what had happened. Yeah, okay he'd liked the kissing and some of the other stuff, and probably he shouldn't... but he hadn't initiated it because of that. Dean had seriously been in danger of ... of going into a fit or something. At first he'd kept away from him, that's why he'd gotten the cuffs but it had been obvious to him that Dean was in actual pain. No, he'd had no other choice, he really hadn't.

Tear sprang in his eyes. "Don't be mad at me for this Dean, just don't. I didn't know what else to do, and now you won't help me?" His brother held as still as a statue, and that pissed him off a little. Dragging his gaze away, he started working on the lap top but forgot what he'd already looked up. Clicking on the history button, he froze. There was stuff there that he hadn't searched, but he could tell it was related.

Dean... Dean had been on the lap top at the hospital, he'd known. Turning sideways to look at him, he leaned down. "You knew... you knew what this was, an incubus, but you didn't tell me. Dean, do you know how I can stop it? Dean!" He shook his shoulder, then pulled away. Staring at the screen, he muttered, "I'm gonna call dad again. He's gotta know something."

When Sam mentioned the cuffs, Dean’s gaze flickered briefly over to his bound wrist. Honestly? He’d almost forgotten he was restrained. Looking at the cuffs now, Dean felt his stomach twist just a bit more, if that was even possible. Sam had to restrain him… because he hadn’t stopped. Sam had tried to get him to stop, but he simply wouldn’t. He kept reaching out for Sam. Kept trying to touch him… kiss him… and Sam had to restrain him. Not that it had mattered in the end, because he had still… and Sam had let him…

Mad. There was that word again. How could his brother even ask that? How could Sam possibly think that Dean was mad at him. Dean closed his eyes, feeling so damned close to sobbing his eyes out like a pathetic little girl. How the hell could he even think to feel sorry for himself, after what he’d done to Sam?

He wanted to say something. He knew he should say something. But he couldn’t.

Then Sam was switching gears, just like that, his ever quick mind jumping to conclusions that were normally correct. Accusing him… not that Dean could deny it. Well, he could, but the lie would fall pathetically obvious from his lips.

Sam was shaking him. Asking him… did he know how to stop it? No, if he’d known how to stop it he would have done it before he’d raped his little brother…

The younger boy mentioning their father seemed to finally break Dean from his paralysis and his hand shot out to grasp Sam’s wrist without thinking. Then realizing what he’d done, he released his brother just as quickly. Oh god, how could he even think of touching Sam in any way right now?

“Don’t… please…” Dean finally managed to choke out, begging Sam unashamedly. Of course, once his eyes met his brother’s the tears he’d been fighting against all this time spilled down his cheeks, his voice shaking and broken as his shame and guilt overwhelmed him completely. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…”

Startled, Sam looked at his wrist. Dean’s grip was surprisingly strong, though he quickly let him go. Lifting his eyes in question, he licked his lips. “Dad? But Dean...”

When his brother started to cry and apologize, his gut clenched. “No, no Dean, it’s alright,” he said, leaning over him, using the heel of his hand to gently wipe Dean’s tears. “Not your fault. We’re gonna get this thing, okay? You and me, and then everything... everything is gonna be fine.”

The look, the doubt in Dean’s eyes scared him. “Don’t you give up on us, you promised,” he reminded his brother. “Out there, at that bus stop, you promised me.” Again, he licked his lips. “This... this thing that happened, it’s fine Dean. I’m not traumatized... I’m not.”

Sam realized that’s what his brother was worrying about, even though he knew it went deeper. He’d realized already it meant that before the incubus, Dean had seen him a certain way, which made everything that had happened in the last year make sense. The way Dean pushed him away a lot, even the way he’d gotten physical, hitting him that night before his accident. “But you’re gonna have to get better before we can talk about it, and stop... don’t feel bad. I might have... you know, not minded some of it.” His color rose, and he had a bit of a smile. “Now help me.”

This wasn’t right. None of it was right. Forget the fact that he’d just raped his underage little brother, Sam shouldn’t be the one doing this. He should be the one taking care of Sam. He should be the one making sure his brother was ok. He should be the one comforting the younger boy, wiping away his tears… instead Dean was the one falling apart and Sammy was staring down at him looking lost and scared as he tried to keep his big brother together.

All right. Fine. He wanted to believe that was true. He wanted to believe, so very badly, that it was going to be all right… once this was all over… as though this was just another hunt. But it wasn’t. It would never be all right again, no matter how much he wanted it to be. Nothing would ever erase what he’d done to Sam. Nothing would ever make Sam forget. Nothing would ever make him forget…

Sam decided at that moment to remind him of his promise. But Dean really didn’t have it in him right now to explain to Sam that this was a little fucking different than him hitting Sam… and everything else that had happened. Sam knew now. He knew what a twisted fuck his big brother really was… But Sam wasn’t looking at him with disgust, or fear, or hate. Just concern, reassurance… Sam reassuring him that he hadn’t “traumatized” his brother. Telling him… he might not have… minded?

Dean wasn’t sure if he wanted to laugh or sob… Was Sam just trying to make him feel better or something? He couldn’t possibly mean it. They both couldn’t possibly be that fucked up.

“I don’t know how to kill it, Sam.” He finally managed in a hoarse whisper.

“Okay.” Sam still wasn’t sure he shouldn’t be calling dad, at least to just find out how to deal with a succubus. Or maybe even Bobby, he could tell the hunter that Dean needed the information or something. Nah, Bobby was as hard to bullshit as their dad.

Worrying his lip, he went back to researching, very aware his brother was watching him, might even want to talk, but they needed this thing dead first. He started to talk out loud as he found stuff out, state his own ideas.

A smile curved his lips whenever Dean managed to put in his two cents and poked a hole in his theories. He knew thinking straight was taking a toll out of Dean, could see how tired his brother was, how drained of energy.

Another hour went by before Sam sat up straight. “Doesn’t dad have this?” He read the name of a text that was referenced as an authority on succubi. When he looked over at Dean, his brother had his eyes closed and was asleep.

Without making a lot of noise, Sam put the lap top away and got out of bed. He went into his dad’s closet, looked around at one of the shelves inside it where he kept some sources. Nothing. “I’m gonna go to the garage, look in the storage cabinet,” he said, though his brother was still out cold.

Taking one last look at Dean, Sam headed out, stepping barefooted onto the sun heated porch and into the dying sunlight. Twilight hadn’t really brought much relief from the heat. Inside the garage, it was sweltering. Breathing the hot air, he started to rifle through the old cupboard, finding the false back and taking it out.

* * *

It was furious. Sam... the real Sam had taken its place, offered Dean comfort, given him sex. It wanted, needed Dean to be ravenous, needed him to be so hungry, he would give everything, his life energy, every last drop, he next time they had sex.

To make sure of it, he pulled the sheets down off Dean’s body and started touching him everywhere, caressing lightly, infusing him with need, hot and desperate desire.

As the feelings spread, he stepped back from the bed and took Sam’s form. He waited until Dean’s eyes fluttered open. “How badly do you want me, brother?”

He was so damned tired. Dean didn’t think he had been so worn out since he’d gotten sick with the stomach flu a few years back and spent most of his time either puking or sleeping. He’d felt like hell then, but he felt even worse now. But that’s what happens when he let an incubus suck on him like a god damned juice box because he couldn’t keep his hands off of his baby brother…

Fuck, he was pathetic…

Dean had tried to help Sam as much as he could, because despite the fact that he felt he deserved all of this… what the incubus was doing to him… because of his sick need for his brother, he didn’t want to die. He knew that things would never be the same way they were before between him and Sam. At least the younger boy was being kind enough not to throw it back in his teeth when he was barely hanging on the edge by his fingertips. But Sammy was like that, too damned nice for his own good sometimes.

Once it was all over though… he knew he would have to leave. There wasn’t really any other outcome. He didn’t want Sam to have to look at him and always wonder if his disgusting older brother was going to make a move on him or something. He wouldn’t put Sam through that.

God, what the hell was he going to tell Dad? He supposed anything would do, as long as it wasn’t the truth…

At some point Dean simply couldn’t keep his eyes open any longer and he’d drifted off to sleep to the sound of Sam muttering to himself, trying to puzzle things out, and the clicking keys of the laptop. It was so normal it was almost comforting.

Unfortunately, comfort was the last thing that Dean awoke in. His skin felt like it was so hot he was burning. Need pumping through his veins like boiling acid, pooling in his groin. His dick so red and hard, leaking, it was painful. Dean moaned in agony as his eyes fluttered open. He could barely focus. He was panting and shaking. Sweat forming on his brow and chest. Oh god, it was worse than before, when he had… no… he couldn’t do that to Sam again… he couldn’t…

But Sam was standing there at the foot of the bed. Looking beautiful and perfect and Dean couldn’t not try to reach out to him. Just to touch him… needing to touch him… His wrist still handcuffed to the bedside table brought him up short and Dean moaned in agony.

“Sammy… oh god… I need…”

Sam looked serious. Wounded. He searched Dean's face, then came to sit on the bed, his bare thighs brushing against Dean's feet. "When I slept with you, when I let you fuck me, when I asked you to put your mouth over my dick... I thought you loved me, Dean. I mean I really thought I was something more than one of your sluts, you know? If you'd told me, explained it to me, I'd never have..."

Tears sparkled in Sam's eyes. He drew his knees up onto the bed, turning bodily toward Dean, then opening his thighs, sitting crosslegged, one knee resting over Dean's leg. "You cheated on me, that's just not right." His throat convulsed. "How can it be fair, that I'm sitting here, just... just wanting you, even when you did that to me. Explain to me why I have this incredible urge to kiss you... to want to feel your tongue inside my mouth, moving in and out... just like... you know," he nodded toward the door. "It was so hot Dean, made me feel so damned good."

He rubbed the heels of his hands up and down his thighs, his stomach muscles clenching and unclenching as he spoke. "Since then, all I can think about is how your tongue felt on my dick, in my ass. I should feel dirty, but I don't... I just want it, want it so bad. Everytime I think about it... look..." he pulled the material of his boxers tight against his leg, to show Dean the outline of his thick hard shaft "I want you touching me so bad, I like your hands on me, like the sounds you make. I like it when you get rough... and then gentle. Like it when your on top of me Dean, and when I feel how hard you are. It makes me feel special. But I'm not, am I?" He cocked is head. "You did it with him," he said, a sob breaking out of him. "You gave up fucking me for... for that pale imitation?"

Dean could barely understand Sam’s words through the haze of lust clouding all of his thoughts, though they still hit him like a punch to the gut. Twisting him up inside even more than the burning need running through his veins like wildfire. Need for his brother.

But Sam thought he…

No, he didn’t think of Sam like that. Sam meant everything to him! He did love Sam! So damned much… too damned much…

“Sammy…” Dean whimpered his brother’s name. Not understanding. Cheated? But he hadn’t…

Dean groaned and his hard aching dick dribbled another stream of come along his stomach when Sam mentioned what they’d done last night. In the kitchen. How he’d licked the younger boy open and then fucked him right across the kitchen table…

No… that wasn’t right, that hadn’t been Sam… it… was the incubus… wasn’t it? He didn’t know. He wasn’t sure. He was so damned confused he didn’t know what was right or wrong anymore. He wanted Sam even though he knew he was sick for it. He loved Sam even though he knew he shouldn’t. He wanted to make love to Sam… had made love to Sam… and he wanted to again. Needed to again. Oh god, he needed…

He couldn’t help but watch as Sam’s hands traveled along the younger boy’s skin even though his brother’s pained words pushed the knife deeper into his heart and twisted it.

“You are special, Sammy. I love you… I do… so damned much it hurts, baby brother. I’m sorry… I was confused… I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to. I never wanted to hurt you, never… Love you…”

Sam watched him intently, every single movement of his hands and body geared to draw attention to his body, his tongue as he slowly licked his mouth, his long legs as his hands continued to fidget and slide over them. Even the way he turned his head, swallowed, made sure Dean was looking at his throat... felt his need, his hunger rising, whipped it up with everything he had. He wanted Dean so frenzied that the boy wouldn't know what the hell was happening, even as the last drops of his life essence were sucked out of him.

The aroma of his need, of his emotional confusion, his heartache... his guilt, it was so intoxicating that It wanted to attack him right here, right now. So handsome, tied up and writhing with absolute need, a sheen of sweat covering him, his eyes unfocused and pleading... it couldn't be more perfect.

Moving onto his hands and knees, he crawled forward, straddling Dean's knees, licking his lips as he felt the heat rising from Dean's body. "I want you. Want you so bad Dean. Want you to kiss me, want to hear you say I'm yours, that you don't want anyone else... that it's me you need to kiss, to fuck, it's me you want to hold... me you dream about." Lowering himself but not touching Dean at all, moving above him, in subtle sex motions, he let his mouth drop at the corners. "I saw you.... saw you let him get on top of you, heard you with him. I thought you wanted me. I won't share you... I'd rather take my stuff and leave. Never see you again, never feel you inside me, never hear you yell my name. You getting this Dean? I won't share you."

* * *

Thank God for the Latin to English dictionary. Sweat dripped down Sam's forehead as he poured over the book he'd finally found that had a chapter addressing succubi. Nothing specifically on how to deal with an incubus, but he had to believe they were similar enough that this would work. Maybe he should have been researching Succubi earlier, dammit. His finger swept down the page of the dictionary... Forsake, renounce, relinquish..

Alright... they could do this. First the fucking creature had to be lured back. Sam reached for the text one more time, wanting to see if there was anything else... anything.

He was burning up from the inside out. That’s what it felt like. Dean wouldn’t have been surprised if Sam told him he was dying. He’d never felt lust or need like this. Had never wanted to feel it like this. This was too much. It was painful and he just wanted that pain to end. It didn’t matter how, he just wanted it to end...

Dean whimpered when the younger boy finally moved. Closer to him. Hovering over him so close he could feel the heat of his brother’s body, and yet, not touching him. Dean groaned in pain at the torture. He just wanted to touch Sam. He wanted to grab the younger boy, pull him down, arch against him and kiss him until neither of them could breathe. Instead he was frozen. Frozen by the pain even though he was shaking with it. Frozen by the look in Sam’s eyes.

The possession.

“I want you. I need you.” Dean barely managed to whisper. Choking a little when Sam said he would leave... oh god... he couldn’t bear that thought. He was certain he would die if Sam left him. He’d just burn to ash right where he was laying.

“Please... don’t leave... want you...” Dean begged unashamedly, tears in his eyes. “Need you... only you... I’m yours...”

Heat rose inside It at Dean's total capitulation. The boy was his, and they were going to fuck to the death... Dean's. He could already feel Dean burning up, it was going to be beautiful. Poetic. It had been a long long time since he'd had anyone with the capacity for this much lust and pain and guilt and love all rolled into one.

"Alright then," Sam whispered, licking his lips and crawling forward a little more so he was directly over Dean. "Take my shorts off Dean. Have me," he whispered sweetly, touching his mouth lightly against Dean's feverish skin as he slid it over his cheek to his mouth. "You can have me Dean, however you want. Just have me."

*

Balancing a couple books and a glass of water for Dean, Sam walked inside. The room was both hot and cold at the same time, and he just knew from the way Dean was moving, looking like he was touching someone... that that Incubus was here with them. Everything in his hands slipped to the ground, the glass shattering and skittering across the floor. Yet despite the sound, his brother didn't even look up.

His heart slammed into his chest. "Dean!" Running to the bed, he hardly felt pieces of glass cut into his feet again, but when he reach it, it was like there was a wall, a forcefield keeping him away from his brother. Getting off the bed, he tried to reach him from the other side, but it was like a bubble, holding Dean inside... not allowing Sam in.

"Can you hear me, Dean? Dean!" But his brother's eyes were only on the invisible entity that had to be with him right now. Seeing Dean like that, the things he was doing, saying, it made Sam squirm. The anger boiling within him, he used it to think of eveyrthing he'd learned. If you exposed a demon or a ghost, could see them, they could be more vulnerable and were usually more inclined to interact.

Wracking his mind, he spewed off a Latin incantation that he'd read about and that his dad would probably have a cow about, if he knew he was doing this. "I invoke, conjure and command you to appear," he said, repeating the phrase over and over, staring at the space right on top of Dean.

And then the lights flickered, and he saw... saw himself, naked, on top of Dean, turning around with hate filled eyes.

"Dean! That is NOT me," Sam shouted, trying again to get through the barrier, seeing his double lick his lips and shove its hand down Dean's shorts, grabbing his brother's attention. "Dean, over here... that's not real, it's not real, Dean! Dean, this is Sam, you know me," he shouted desperately. "Look at me, that thing on you, its the incubus. Remember? We were researching, fucking look at me, Dean!"

Dean whimpered, a desperate needy sound, and once Sam had given him permission it was like whatever chains had been holding him frozen suddenly snapped. Nothing could have stopped him then from touching his brother. Nothing could have stopped him from kissing the younger boy. Pushing his tongue into Sam’s mouth with an obscene groan as the fingers of his free hand fumbled with and finally literally tore off the younger boy’s underwear. Leaving Sam naked and beautiful and all his above him.

“Oh god, Sammy… need you so much…” Dean panted as he pulled his brother’s lithe form down against him and arched beneath the younger boy. The pressure against his cock as he rubbed up against his brother both soothing and fanning the flames of his desire even more. His hand ran down the younger boy’s back, cupping and squeezing Sam’s buttocks, and then delving between them. Finding that sweet puckered hole and remembering how it had felt sheathed deep inside of his brother last night. He wanted that again. Needed that again.

“Want to be inside you, baby brother. Want to feel you inside again… need to…” He whispered, against his brother’s lips. Pulling back to stare at the younger boy with all the love in his heart so that Sam would never again doubt. He would always choose Sam. Always. There was no one in this world that mattered more to him. No one in this world he loved more, needed more, than his brother.

“Love you, Sammy… love you…”

Dean’s fingers circled around his brother’s tight hole, still so tight even though he’d already had the boy, and he moaned at the younger boy’s warmth as he started to push one of his fingers inside. His attention solely focused on his brother, he didn’t even notice the flickering of the lights. But when Sam suddenly turned his attention away from him, Dean’s gaze immediately started to follow. He frowned in confusion, thought he saw, thought he heard…

But then Sam’s hand was inside of his shorts, squeezing and stroking his dick expertly, and Dean arched beneath the younger boy with another cry of pleasure.

“Sammy!” Dean cried out his brother’s name as he thrust up into those skilled fingers playing with his dick. But once he had heard it, the sound wouldn’t go away now. It… sounded like Sam… calling to him, but from very far away… Sam sounded scared and desperate… in trouble… but Sam was right here, with him… wasn’t he?

“Sammy?” He whispered, confused and pained, as he turned his head to the side… away from Sam, and it was the hardest thing he’d ever done in his life… blinking his eyes as though trying to clear them.

Oh my God, Dean was looking at him, seeing him. Sam had to make this count. "I'm the real Sam Winchester, I'm your brother," he shouted, banging his hand against the force field. "That thing... Dean, it's the incubus, it's killing you. Don't listen to it, don't... don't touch it. Look at me.... don't turn away," he shouted desperately.

His nemesis redoubled its efforts, leaning down and kissing Dean, blocking his view of his brother. He shoved his tongues so deep inside Dean's mouth, the young man couldn't ignore it. In and out, he wove his tongue, lifting up only to whisper about how hard they were gonna fuck again, how they'd be together forever, just like that.

Sam jumped of the bed, ran around to the other side of the forcefield. "Dean... listen to me. Tell it you don't want it. Tell it to go away, it's the only way we win Dean. Dean please..."

Precious moments passed, and the incubus had Dean groaned and writhing, making Sam both uncomfortable and getting him hot and bothered, which he knew was all wrong. Still, his body hardened, his breaths quickened... watching Dean, watching him with himself, it literally felt like he was the one with Dean. And he knew what that felt like, he knew the heat that Dean could send pumping through his body, how he could kiss him, make him feel like he was the center of the universe, the only one who mattered.

That's what that incubus was doing to Dean. Understanding dawned, and Sam tried again. "Dean, I love you. You know that. That thing there, it looks like me, but it isn't. Look at it, it's taking from you, Dean. It wants your life, it sucking it out of you. I just want..." He licked his lips. "I just want you. Want you to kiss me, like your kissing it, and it'll be real... not some act... you don't need some actor when the real thing is waiting on you, do you?"

His gaze fell on the incubus' hands and he saw how the thing moved, like a professional, milking lust out of Dean's body.

"I know I can't do that, what he's doing." Sam was on the verge of tears as he realized what he was up against. "I can't compete with that, how he's... he's touching you. But Dean, my love is real, his is not. I can learn... but not if you die, not if you let that thing take you from me."

Dean blinked at Sam slowly in confusion. Not understanding how Sam could be all the way over there, and still be touching him. Running his fingers over his chest, caressing his cock, god, it felt so good… Of course Sam was real. Sam was with him. Finally. Just like he’d always wanted… incubus… what…?

But then Sam was kissing him, and Dean couldn’t help but groan in pleasure. His eyes fluttering closed again as he kissed his brother back with just as much passion. Tangling their tongues together. Arching beneath the younger boy and squeezing Sam’s ass rightly, thrusting his already leaking cock through Sam’s slick fingers.

His own fingers circled closer to his brother’s tight hole, groaning again at the heat of the younger boy’s puckered entrance. Teasing and finally slipping his fingers inside of his brother. Sam was already ready for him, slick and hot, begging, and so needy…

God he needed this so damned much…

Sam… Sam loved him… Sam needed him… His brother was in so much pain… Sammy…

He couldn’t think. Everything was such a blur. Everything pale and… meaningless… when compared to the burning need consuming him from the inside out. Everything except Sam. The Sam who was crying. In pain. The Sam who was begging him not to… leave…

Somehow Dean managed to turn his head weakly away from the lips that felt like they were almost suffocating him. He tried to breathe, tried to catch his breath, but it felt like the air simply wouldn’t reach his lungs. He tried to focus on something else, anything else, to clear his head only a little. Blood… he tasted blood in his mouth… he felt it dripping warm and wet from his nose… He tried to focus on Sam, he knew his brother was there, but he couldn’t see him.

“No…” Dean whispered, barely more than a breath. Weakly trying to push the weight off him that was suffocating him.

Seeing the incubus still touching Dean, rolling his hips, making Dean wild, Sam slammed his hand against the barrier. “He said NO. He said no, get away from him. You have to leave now. I command you to leave, he said no, he renounced you. Dammit!”

He bent down, to Dean’s level. “Tell it again, tell it Dean… say ‘I renounce you’… tell it, I swear Dean, you tell it that, and it will go away. It, the pain, everything.”

Leaning down, It pushed its tongue all the way down Dean’s throat, kissed him just like they’d fuck. “He’s not going to give you this. You heard him, he says everything will go away. He means this. But you don’t want this to go away, do you Dean? You want me.”

Sam hit the barrier again. “Anything you want, Dean, I’ll give it to you. Kiss you, touch you… Dean, I love you, please. Please!!!”

Dean couldn’t help but groan and arch up against the warm weight above him. Writhing underneath the undulating body pressing down on him, the hot line of their cocks sliding together. He just couldn’t help it. He couldn’t stop touching. Caressing. Wanting… needing… When the younger boy’s hot wet mouth covered his, and the tongue pushed its way inside, Dean opened his mouth freely to the intrusion. He just couldn’t help it…

He wanted it to stop. He never wanted it to stop…

Sam was yelling at him again. Screaming at him. Telling him what to do… telling him it would go away…

He wanted it to go away. Ne never wanted it to go away…

Dean whimpered in response to the words whispered across his lips. Sam… not going to give him this… it will go away… Sam will go away… no… he needed Sam, he needed him so much… No, he didn’t want Sam to go away…

He felt himself slipping away again, becoming buried underneath the feelings raging through him like wildfire. Need… Lust…

Love… Sam loved him… Sam needed him. Sam was the only thing that mattered… not the pain, not the need, not the lust… nothing… Just his brother… just his Sammy…

“No… want Sammy, I… r… renounce… you…” Dean gasped weakly.

"Get off him, he renounced you!" Sam shouted, banging his fists on the forcefield and then stumbling forward when it was no longer there. He reached for the incubus, but the thing had floated up, high above Dean, and was changing colors. It went from his own coloring to a freaky deep red.

Sam's entire body clenched in pain... no it was lust? Painful lust, like what Dean was going through. "S...stop..."

There was angry shriek from the incubus and then it was gone.

Sam's body went limp. He turned to Dean, thinking that like himself, his brother had been released from the spell, but he was wrong. Dean looked feverish, hsi body was writhing, his eyes needy. But he wasn't asking... not asking him for a thing. And now knowing how bad it was... Sam knew the super control Dean had to be exerting, that it could break any moment. He eyed the cuff on Dean's wrist, wanted to remove it... but remembered the last time Dean was all hands.

It was different now, right? He'd promised Dean he'd be with him, however he wanted. He could trust Dean with his life, with slowing if that was what he needed, right? He thought back on the last time they'd practically made love... no fucked... no made... ah he was gonna drive himself nuts trying to figure it out. But he remembered, Dean was handsy and demanding, but he never hurt him, he begged but never forced him.

He went to get the keys to the cuffs and saw Dean raising his body practically off the bed. "I'll be right there Dean, I swear," he said. By the time he got back, he dropped the damned key three times before he had the cuffs unlocked, and slowly lowered his body over his brother's naked one. "It's gone. I'm here... I'm here Dean," he said, shaking slightly as he lowered his mouth to Dean's and brushed against them once. "I think I still remember how," he said, a little embarrased, but smiling slightly as he started to push his tongue into the heat of Dean's mouth, knowing in a few seconds, his brother would make all the self consciousness go away, make it all better, just like he always did.

The sight of Sam… the incubus… as it truly was, was both sickening and frightening. Maybe even more so because even seeing it for what it truly was, when its touch finally left him Dean still couldn’t help crying out in agonizing need. The demon’s last shriek of rage lanced through his whole body like a knife. Flaying him open completely and leaving him bleeding and wounded. It was supposed to go away. The pain… Sam had promised the pain would go away… It only got worse. So much worse…

Dean’s eyes rolled back in his head as he moaned in pain, desire so strong it hurt, his body shaking like he was having a seizure. He knew that his brother was still there, his real brother, Sammy. He knew Sam was there and… Sam had promised the pain would go away. Sam had promised him…

Dean clung to that knowledge. His fingers gripping the sheets beneath him white knuckled, clinging to that thought. Sam had promised him. Promised to give him… everything…

He felt the bed shift. Dean opened his eyes. He could barely focus, but he saw Sam… leaving… and he couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped his lips if he tried. Sammy… no… oh god, Sam couldn’t leave him like this. He couldn’t… He needed Sam so badly, god help him, but he needed… he knew he shouldn’t, but he did.

Dean squeezed his eyes shut tightly, trying to regain control over his body, trying to slow his heart that felt like it was ready to explode in his chest. He barely felt it when the cuff fell away from his wrist, however his eyes snapped open when he felt Sam’s slim body cover his own. His breath rushed out of him in a shuddering whimper when his brother’s lips brushed his own. Sammy… oh god… Sam…

He couldn’t hold back any longer. Dean wrapped his arms around the younger boy tightly, clutching Sam to him as he opened his mouth beneath his brother’s. Sucking Sam’s tongue into his mouth and stroking it with his own. He touched Sam everywhere. Cupping and squeezing his buttocks, pulling Sam closer as he bucked underneath him. He ran his fingers through the younger boy’s hair, and cradled his head as he kissed Sam over and over. He arched underneath his brother desperately, his rock hard erection rubbing against his brother’s thigh, and when his orgasm finally ripped through him it took Dean completely by surprise. He practically sobbed into his brother’s mouth as his body shuddered. But with every pulse of his cock he felt a little bit of the pain ease, a little bit of the need fade…

He was still hard, painfully hard, but his grip on the younger boy eased and his kisses gentled. Dean panted against his brother’s lips as his hands slid up from the younger boy’s ass and under his shirt, caressing the soft warm flesh of Sam’s back. He kept moving beneath Sam, grinding up against the younger boy, but he was able to go slower. His movements less frantic. His hands slid around to Sam’s chest, pushing his brother up off him a little. His fingers toying with Sam’s nipples as he stared up at his brother. Something else other than blind need flickering in his eyes as he gazed up at the younger boy.

Dean’s eyes fell on his brother’s kiss swollen lips with no small amount of guilt.

“Tell me… you don’t want this… I’ll stop…”

The way Dean held him so tight, Sam could barely breath. His brother’s desperation was palpable, in the almost brutal kiss, in the way his fingers dug into his flesh, his ass, his back, in a way that had Sam thinking that even if he’d wanted to pull away, Dean might not be able to let him, and in the way he bucked so hard, so single mindedly grinding his erection into his thigh.

Fuck... maybe it shouldn’t, but it did excite Sam... had him going hard just like that. The knowledge of how much Dean needed him, the proof of it... the hard knot rubbing against his thigh, the desperate sounds from Dean, it made Sam throb all over, every part of them that touched, made him want this to go on and on, even if Dean was hurting... which was fucked up and crazy... “oh God,” he whispered, opening his mouth again for his brother’s tonge.

Then wet hot cum was spurting across his thigh, and Sam almost wept because he thought it was the end. Dean had what he wanted, and maybe didn’t know what he’d started in Sam. This... these feelings that were building, and he didn’t want to go and take care of it alone again. He wanted Dean to...

Then Dean didn’t stop. He was touching him again, only much more gently. His hands pushing him back, but only so he could touch his chest. Sam involuntarily threw his head back at the intensity of sensations crashing through him as Dean ran his calloused fingers over his nipples. He made a choked sound and forced himself to open his eyes, rocking gently against Dean, hesitating but unable to keep his restless body still. Wanting... wanting something from his brother, wanting it bad... His lips parted, eyes widening... hoping.

“Don’t stop. Please Dean, don’t stop. I want...” he thrust against Dean, grinding his own erection into his brother’s hip. “Want this... don’t make me jerk off in the shower again, please. Need this,” he pushed his hips down again, “kiss me again, Dean.. want to...” he felt the heat steal over his cheeks. “Want to be under you.”

The powerful… deadly… need that the incubus had created inside of him hadn’t dissipated when he’d come. Not completely. Just enough to let him think beyond the painful arousal surging through his veins. Just enough to understand what was happening. What he was doing… and who he was doing it with… Dean knew without a doubt if Sam hadn’t stopped the incubus tonight that it would have killed him. Sucked him completely dry…

But even knowing that his brother had saved his life tonight, aside from the powerful need still gripping him, he couldn’t help feeling shame and guilt just as powerful. A part of him wished that Sam hadn’t intervened.

Because this wasn’t some twisted sex demon he was holding, kissing, rutting up against. It was his baby brother. Sammy. How could he be doing this to his brother? How could he let himself… He hated himself more in this moment than he ever had his whole life. Because he knew he could stop, if Sam would just tell him to stop, he would. He didn’t care how much it hurt, he would stop… But Sam had to tell him… he didn’t have enough control to do it himself.

But Sam didn’t tell him. Sam kept rubbing against him, grinding his hips down against his needy erection, and Dean couldn’t help the needy pathetic sounds that even those small movements drew from him. Don’t do this, please, Sammy… He wanted to beg his brother, but he was weak. He couldn’t… and he hated himself even more. Sam begging him not to stop, begging for his kisses, his touch, telling him he wanted this… even though there was no way his brother could possibly want this… was Dean’s undoing.

“Oh god, Sammy…” Dean practically whimpered before pulling his brother back down to him, turning them both so that Sam was beneath him… just like Sam had asked. He covered his brother’s lips with his own, pouring all of the want and need… he shouldn’t be feeling… into the kiss, moaning softly into the younger boy’s mouth. So sweet… so much sweeter than that… thing… pretending to be his brother.

He slid his hands down his brother’s body, hating the feel of the fabric beneath his fingers instead of the warm soft flesh he wanted to feel. So Dean pushed his hands underneath Sam’s shirt, spreading his fingers over the younger boy’s stomach as he caressed upwards. Sam’s t-shirt riding up as he went, feeling the taunt warm flesh of Sam’s stomach against his own making Dean groan again as he settled between his brother’s legs, rocking his hips against his brother’s. One of his hands moving around to slide beneath the waistband of his brother’s shorts, cupping and squeezing the younger boy’s bare ass.

Dean’s hesitation scared Sam. He could see the indecision in his brother’s eyes, even as his body gave a whole other story. One of wanting, desiring, needing. “Under you,” Sam repeated, trying to show him that he meant it.

His brother’s arms closed around him so tight, and then they rolled and he had Dean’s weight over him. Groaning at how good it felt to have the pressure of Dean’s body pressing into him like this, Sam squirmed closer, offering his mouth up completely to Dean. God the heat that went through him each time Dean kissed him... bet no one knew how to kiss like his brother.

He put his arms around Dean’s shoulders, one hand sliding up the center of his back to the nape of his brother’s neck, playing with his hair as they kissed. He analyzed everything he loved about this. His brother’s taste... his scent, so familiar, and yet it was tantalizing, drawing him in a way it never had before. The confident way Dean moved, controlled the kiss, making it go slower and faster, tangling his tongue a million way, making this seem so... effortless... easy, just how Dean was on hunts, and when he was looking for chicks, at the top of his game. But the sounds he made... that’s what Sam liked best. Because as practiced as Dean was, as good as he was at this, the sounds told him that he was affected... that he needed Sam too, and that’s what made Sam respond even more wholeheartedly.

As Dean’s hands moved over his stomach, Sam lifted his hips up, needing to get as close to Dean as he possibly could. “Dean, good... feels good,” he said, moving his mouth over his brothers, sucking his lower lip into his mouth like Dean had done to him. Releasing slowly, he moved to Dean’s upper lip and at just that moment, he realized Dean’s hands were inside his boxers. A loud moan broke out of him, his fingers digging more desperately into Dean’s back as heat swept through him.

“Oh God Dean ... more... please,” he begged, moving restlessly under his brother, hooking one leg over Dean’s and pulling himself up. “More... more Dean,” he demanded, his head moving from side to side.

Sam was touching him, holding on to him, hell, practically clinging to him. His brother’s soft fingers petting through his hair, teasing and soothing at the same time. The younger boy moving against him, squirming underneath him, but not to get away… like Sam should have been… only to get closer. Sam was making soft needy sounds, practically mewling into his mouth, and kissing him back… oh god, Sammy was kissing him back, and Dean could barely believe it. He would have sworn this was still a dream, a fantasy created by the incubus, but Dean knew it wasn’t. No matter how much that thing looked like his brother, no matter how much it sounded like Sam, no matter how much pleasure it gave him, it was nothing compared to having Sam in his arms.

Sammy… his little brother…

Dean wanted to hate himself but the way Sam was lifting his hips, whispering how good it felt as the younger boy sucked on his lip… the way Dean had shown him to… The way Sam moaned in surprise and pleasure as Dean squeezed his ass, clutching him tighter, and begged for more. Fuck…

“Anything you want, Sammy… anything…” Dean heard himself whisper and he knew he was lost. He was sliding his hand up the smooth lean muscled thigh that wrapped around him, hooking his fingers in the waistband of his brother’s underwear and dragging them down. Just enough to let the younger boy’s hard cock spring free and Dean groaned at the sight. He curled his fingers around the younger boy’s cock and began to stroke him, kissing and nipping his way down his brother’s throat and sucking on the skin above his collar bone.

The low timbre or Dean’s voice got to Sam. His stomach muscles clenched tighter, he moaned as Dean’s calloused palm slipped up his thigh, and bit his lip in surprise when his shorts were moved out of the way.

Heat stole up Sam’s cheeks when Dean looked down between their bodies, then Dean’s hand was around his dick, stroking him... oh God it felt like nothing he’d ever experienced... like nothing he’d ever dreamed. White hot heat licked up his body, making him squirm and thrust into Dean’s hand, making sounds come out of his throat... sounds he didn’t even recognize as his.

Sam’s blunt fingernails dug into Dean’s flesh as his brother took him to places he’d never been. Each time his brother’s mouth moved over him, each little nibble on his sensitive skin had Sam aching just a little more. He threw his head back as a new wave of heat raced through his veins.

Sam’s breaths came in gasps as Dean moved lower on his body, as he kept pumping him. He was so hard... so damned hard. “D... Dean...” he had to really work on making sense. “Can I ... can I touch you too?” his hand slid down Dean’s back, to his sides. “L... like you are?”

Oh god. Sam’s cock in his hand felt like hot velvet covered steel, practically burning his palm. The sounds his little brother was making, they were driving him crazy. Needy desperate whimpers and moans with every stroke he made along his sensitive flesh, every lick he made along his younger brother’s sweat slick skin, every time he circled his thumb over the head and sensitive slit of the younger boy’s dick. He was going to go to hell for this, Dean knew, but right now he didn’t give a damn.

The younger boy’s fingers digging into his back, clutching him tighter, had Dean groaning. He stroked Sam a little faster as his brother fucked into his hand, and Dean held the younger boy a little tighter to him, loving the feel of his baby brother squirming helplessly beneath him in pleasure.

Dean bit down at the junction of the younger boy’s neck and shoulder, sucking hard, knowing he was leaving a mark and not really caring. Leaving a mark that Sam would wear for days, and every time his brother looked at it he would remember now… the idea made him sick at heart even as it thrilled him.

Sam asking… practically begging… to touch him too nearly had Dean coming. He lifted his head, staring down at his brother with so much love and need it hurt, but he couldn’t help himself. He wanted to turn back, stop this, but he had already gone too far. There was no turning back now. God help him…

“Yes… please, Sammy…”

The way Dean was sucking on him had Sam smiling slightly. He wanted to ask if Dean thought he was candy or something, but Dean’s hand moving over his cock made it impossible for him to joke.

The intensity of Dean’s gaze was almost too much to bear. Sam licked his lips, wondering if he shouldn’t have asked, and then his brother was not only saying ‘yes’ but asking him to.

“Dean, don’t stop,” he whispered, afraid that they were switching and that Dean’s hand would no longer move over him, but Dean seemed to understand. He just rolled onto his side, so they were facing each other, and oh God his hand was working him as good as before, squeezing stroking.

Breaking away from Dean’s gaze, Sam looked down, his cheeks flushing upon seeing Dean’s cock erect and pressing up against his stomach. He’d just come and already.... Swallowing, he put his palm over Dean’s chest, slowly running it down his body, lips parting in wonder as he felt Dean arch into his touch.

First he palmed Dean’s cock, pressing his hand over it, trapping it against Dean’s stomach, rolling his hand in circles as he got used to the length and girth of his brother’s dick. When he worked up the courage, he took it in his closed fist, eyes swinging upwards to Dean’s as he moved slowly, stroking him, then emulating the motions of Dean’s own hand on him... squeezing when his brother squeezed, running his thumb over the crown of Dean’s cock, pulsing... and still watching Dean.

His breaths were coming louder. Sam leaned closer, rubbing his mouth across Dean’s, inviting another kiss. He wanted Dean’s tongue inside his mouth, thrusting ... tangling with his tongue, making him feel like they were connected, that this was something special, for just the two of them.

Dean shook his head slightly when Sam told him not to stop. No, he wouldn’t stop. He couldn’t stop now. He was too far gone now. As much as he hated himself, he was already damned, might as well go all the way. Unless Sammy told him to stop… that was the only thing right now that probably could make him pause. Not thoughts of their father. Nothing else. But he would never force his brother. Never. He’d rather die first.

So when Sam nudged him he obediently slid off the younger boy’s body, facing his brother on his side. His breath hitching a little in his throat when the younger boy turned with him and snuggled up against him. Dean slid his other arm around his brother while he continued to gently stroke up and down Sam’s cock. His fingers tracing abstract patterns along the younger boy’s spine, from the small of his back to the cleft of his ass.

The way Sam was looking at him only made him harder still if that was possible. Precome leaking from his tip as the younger boy’s fingers touched him and Dean groaned, pressing into his brother’s hand, as it slid down his body.

“Sammy…” Dean practically whined, his eyes fluttering closed and his lips parted, panting, when Sam’s fingers touched his cock. More come leaking out, smearing against his stomach as his brother rubbed his hand against it. Those first tentative touches more incredible than he could have ever imagined, simply because it was Sam’s fingers and palm rubbing against his dick, exploring his length, finally wrapping around his aching shaft.

“Oh god…” The elder man groaned and then Sam was stroking him. The touches along his dick mirroring what he was doing to the younger boy. When he teased his thumb around the crown of his brother’s dick, and Sam did the same for him, he wanted to come so fucking bad but he held back. Not wanting this to end so soon. He needed this not to end soon. He needed it to last for as long as fucking possible. Because he knew it would never happen again.

“Sammy…” He breathed his brother’s name again against the younger boy’s lips when he felt them gently caress his own and he didn’t hesitate accepting the silent offer. His mouth opened to Sam’s and he teased his tongue past his brother’s lips to caress inside the younger boy’s mouth. His other hand slipped down his brother’s back to cup his brother’s ass as he sped his strokes along the younger boy’s dick. His fingers finding their way between the warm downy cheeks to rub teasing along the crack, over the tight puckered hole again and again.

Dean's hand on his ass felt good, kind of tickled when he ran his fingers along his cleft, but when his finger concentrated on his hole, Sam's eyes fluttered open. Eyes wide, he watched Dean's face, unsure if he was supposed to be touching Dean like that too. Really, he could barely concentrate on stroking Dean's cock, keeping up the motions, when he was being drowned by the sensations rocking his entire body. He gave a strangled, "Dean?"

It shouldn't feel good, he didn't know why he thought that, but the truth was it did feel good. He'd never known how sensitive that area was, that being touched there could feel like this. Yeah, he wasn't sure about things, but he trusted Dean... and Dean would know. "Didn't know it would feel like that," he whispered against Dean's ear, groaning as his brother squeezed him and then gripped the base of his cock.

Had Dean realized he was close to coming... had he helped him slow down like that? All Sam knew was that he was glad... that it felt good to keep going. "s'good Dean," he managed to say, hips thrusting harder into Dean's palm. He felt a light sheen of sweat cover him, he was so hot... he needed Dean so badly his motions were getting jerkier. He tried to concentrate on moving his hand just right, wanting to give Dean the same pleasure that Sam was giving him.

Again and again, he brought his mouth to Dean's, kissing him, learning to tangle his tongue with his brother's. It felt good, so good to run his tongue along the roof of Dean's mouth, to trace him from the inside, to stroke his tongue over Dean's and dart his tongue away, only to be caught by Dean's. Little sounds started to break from him. Heat pooled low in his belly, pressure building... building to new heights. "Dean need... oh man... I gotta...." he bit his lower lip, and squeezed his eyes shut as his balls drew up tight against his body. "Dean, can't... can't wait more..."

The look of near awe on the younger boy’s face as Dean played with his hole and his cock at the same time was nearly his undoing. His brother was obviously surprised, but that didn’t stop Sam from thrusting into his hand and back onto his fingers and Dean couldn’t help rubbing more insistently over that tight hot pucker. He could feel the younger boy shaking against him, and he knew that his brother was close. Just as close as Dean himself was. Dean tightened his hold at the base of the younger boy’s cock, trying to hold them both off for just a few more minutes. He just wanted this to last a little longer…

“I’m so close… fuck Sammy, so good…” Dean couldn’t help but whisper, breathing his brother’s name over and over, almost like a prayer as Sam fucked into his hand harder, stroked him harder, kissed him again and again… Hearing the younger boy’s little whimpers of need, his brother’s whispered desperate pleas, was his undoing. He fucked once, twice, more into Sam’s hand, hanging right there on the edge.

“Come for me, Sammy… I’ve got you… come for me, little brother…” Dean whispered as he jerked the younger boy’s cock faster and pressed the tip of one finger just past the tight muscles guarding his brother’s entrance. At the same time, his own cock pulsed and he gave a strangled cry as he came a second time all over the both of them.

Sam didn't know why, but his brother's breathless words just pushed him that much closer to the edge. He was moving with wild abandoned, touching, squeezing, fucking between Dean's hands on his cock and his ass, not knowing what to do with all these intense feelings rushing through him, drowning him. It was too much, too much pleasure, too much need, too much helplessness. "De.."

The sudden invasion of his hole made his entire body tense, and stiffen, his balls drawing up so tight against his body it hurt. "Ungh!" The unintelligible sound was torn from his throat, and then he was coming... all over his brother... his cum spraying against Dean's stomach, even as Dean's splattered hotly against his own. He was trembling, even as the last wave of heat passed over him, and he rolled closer, putting his arm around Dean's waist, his stomach sliding against the wetness of Dean's. He buried his face in his brother's throat, breathing deeply, taking in his scent, trying to bring his thoughts and feelings under control.

A few minutes passed. Peace settled inside his body. Leaning even closer, he kissed Dean's neck. "You're mine Dean. Not... not that thing's." His eyes were closed, his body and mind tired, drowsy now that Dean was safe, but he needed to make that one thing clear. Had to. "Not that nurse's either." Yeah, Dean would probably argue with him later, but he'd said his piece.

Sam was coming. Just like Dean had told him to. Oh god, that only made Dean come harder himself. His brother’s seed spilled through his fingers on the younger boy’s cock, mingling with his own, and completely covering the both of them. So fucking dirty and wrong and… perfect… His little brother was trembling with desire, with the pleasure Dean had given him, his hand on the younger boy’s cock and his finger inside… Fuck…

Dean withdrew his finger and released his brother’s spent flesh, he knew he should push Sam away from him now… but he just couldn’t. He knew Sam would push him away soon enough so it would be easier if he was the one to do it… but he just couldn’t… he had promised Sam he wouldn’t. Even though he knew Sam would never have made him make that promise if the younger boy knew this… would be the result. His sick brother using him like this… oh god, he never should have let Sam do this for him… How could he have fucked up this badly?

But Sam didn’t push him away, instead the younger boy only pushed himself closer. Curling against him and holding on, rubbing their sweat and come slick skin against each other, and Dean could only close his eyes as another gentler shiver of pleasure passed through him. He was so damned tired. Exhausted beyond anything he’d ever felt in his life. Now that the need the incubus had made burn inside of him was sated, he felt like he could sleep for a week.

He knew they couldn’t… shouldn’t… stay like this. They needed to talk… but he just couldn’t stay awake. Not when he felt so sated, warm, and… happy… Sam’s soft words made his breath hitch a little in his throat. Sam couldn’t possibly mean what… he thought Sam meant… God damn it he wasn’t going to start blubbering like some kind of girl.

“I can live with that.” Dean murmured softly, hugging Sam even closer to him as he drifted off.