The way Dean reacted to his every touch thrilled Sam. That they could bring each other such joy after the things they had endured, it was as if they were slowly mending each other's soul with their love. Dean's reaction to Sam's tongue was rewarding and he hoped it meant Dean was getting more comfortable with being touched there. Perhaps next time…assuming there was a next time…Dean might let him use his fingers as well, to push inside and stroke that special spot and give him even more pleasure. There would simply have to be a next time because dammit, he wanted someday to be able to make love to Dean again. It wasn't at all that he wanted somewhere to stick his dick. He wanted to make love to Dean, all the way. He wanted to feel his lover wrapped around him, and to have his lover feel him. It would happen. He just had to be patient, provided Fate gave them that time.

From the sounds Dean was making, his lover was getting close and while he could certainly stretch it out, he didn't want to tease Dean too much. He was just about to work his way back up to Dean's cock with his mouth to let Dean fuck into it when he heard Dean's plea. A groan poured from his throat. Yes, oh God yes, he wanted to be in Dean so fucking badly. He felt his hard cock grow impossibly harder almost instantly. To plunge into the silken heat of his love…

"I want to be in you, too, Lover," Sam said, and using his free hand, reached over to the drawer. He pulled out the lube and the knife. Returning his mouth to Dean's hole he drove his tongue in again and this time worked a finger in beside it, pressing and pushing until he finally breached that ring of muscle. He kept up the attention with his tongue as he began to slowly finger fuck his lover. He pushed in deep enough to brush over that sensitive gland, tightening his hand around Dean's cock as Dean bucked and gasped. After a few more times he pulled his finger out and opened the lube with his teeth and thumbed a glob onto his fingers. He pushed back in with his finger as he worked his mouth back toward Dean's balls and cock. He wanted it perfect for Dean, as positively perfect as he could possibly make it.

As Dean watched as his lover pull the lube and knife from the drawer he remembered well how nervous he’d been the first time he’d seen Sam do it, fearing what was to come. He wasn’t afraid now. Yeah, he was still nervous, but he couldn’t deny the anticipation he felt as well. He had no idea if he was ready for this yet, but that didn’t matter to him right now. His need to be with Sam, to give Sam this, overrode his nervousness. His lover’s tongue quickly returning to work sinfully against his sensitive hole certainly helped to drive his need up even higher.

Dean groaned, throwing his head back as he wrapped his legs around his lover’s shoulders. Pressing against that wicked tongue, begging for more, and Sam didn’t hesitate giving it to him. When he felt the other man’s finger pressing against his entrance, Dean did his best to relax, to allow Sam inside of him. That hot slick muscle doing wonders to distract him when the finger finally breeched him, the initial burn making him clench a little in spite of his best efforts not to.

“Oh fuck!” Dean all but shouted when he felt that finger brush against his prostate and his inner muscles tightened for a different reason as he gasped in pleasure. One of his hands leaving the rumpled bedspread to thread through his lover’s hair as Dean lifted his head to watch. The sight of his lover between his legs working his finger in and out of his ass, the continued attention against that place inside of him making Dean moan and tremble. His hips moving of their own accord, bucking up to push his lover’s finger even deeper into his body and when Dean moaned again it was in complaint when that finger withdrew from him.

“Sam… god… god yeah…” He panted over and over, writhing beneath the other man. The attention to his cock, his ass, Sam’s mouth, his fingers, his hands, all working to drive him insane with pleasure. He watched Sam slick up his fingers and he spread his legs wider in invitation. The burn was more intense when two of Sam’s fingers breeched him instead of one but so was the pleasure if it were possible. Precome dripping from the tip of his rock hard cock freely.

Sam wanted to just pause and watch as his lover squirmed and writhed and moaned. He licked at the precome on Dean's cock, moaning as the liquid teased his own senses. He could taste his lover's need in the semen already. His blood, his blood was going to be sheer fire and ecstasy. Sam began scissoring his fingers, spreading Dean open wider and wider, stretching him as he pushed more and more lube inside and spread it around his hole.

He was so hard he ached. Dean was already at the point between pleasure and pain, he could see that, hear that, smell that. He pushed in a third finger, making certain Dean was as stretched as possible without actually fisting him. So tight. His lover was so fucking tight. With a final stroke over Dean's prostate, he pulled his fingers out and ran his lubed hand over his cock. His heart felt like it was going to hammer its way out of his chest. Grabbing hold of Dean's thighs he gently tugged him a little further off the bed and bent his knees up, then took hold of Dean's cock with his warm, well lubed hand while caressing the underside of Dean's thigh.

"So fucking beautiful," Sam breathed, drinking in the sight of his lover's sweat sheened skin, of his full, stiff cock, of the sheer need he saw in Dean's face. "Love you," he said as he aligned himself. Making certain Dean was ready he slowly pushed in, feeling his cock slide into that hot velvet, feeling Dean's ring of muscle reluctantly open itself enough for his crown to slide past it. Sam threw his head back and groaned with pleasure. He inched his way in, forcing himself to go slow, to let Dean adjust to him, stroking Dean's cock steadily. He was trembling by the time he finally was fully buried inside his lover.

"Oh, god, Dean," Sam whispered, his cock pulsing and throbbing. Dean's body clutched his cock tightly, wrapping it in silken muscle. He leaned over, trapping the young man's leaking cock between them and covered Dean's mouth, kissing him passionately, tangling his tongue with Dean's as they chased each other's tongue back and forth into each other's mouths. He pulled out just a little and then pressed back in, beginning a slow and gently deepening stroke in and out of Dean's ass. When the stroke grew deep enough, he angled himself to strike Dean's prostate. His moans descended into growls and purrs as he let Dean's scent envelop him and drown him. He began to kiss the side of Dean's mouth, then closer to the jaw, further and further down until he reached Dean's neck and began sucking and numbing it.

"Need you," Sam growled, beginning to move faster. "Knife, Dean. Open it," Sam begged.

He felt the blade at his throat and tilted his head. Resting his hand over Dean's he guided it in location and pressure. Feeling the blade slice his flesh he growled deep in his chest as he smelled his own blood and felt the liquid begin to stream down over his collar bone. When Dean's mouth covered the wound, Sam sank his fangs into Dean's neck and his hand went between them and he gripped Dean's cock. The taste and feel of the warm liquid in his mouth set him on fire and he could have believe it if someone said he burst into flames in that moment. The animal was with him then and each push into Dean was a shower of fireworks, each draw of blood into his mouth red heat. The sounds Dean made only drove him wilder, more desperate, almost frenzied. He was pulling all the way out and slamming back in, the sound of flesh smacking flesh lost in the growls that echoed in the room.

Sam's balls suddenly tightened and drew up and he pumped Dean's cock harder. He shoved in deep, exploding in his love so hard his eyes saw nothing but white light and screamed into Dean's neck in ecstasy. When he felt the almost simultaneous release and reaction from Dean he extracted his teeth from Dean's flesh and drank deeply.

Dean's eyes never left Sam as he watched his lover between his legs, licking at his cock and fucking him open with his fingers. It was amazing and he never wanted to forget this moment. Even as the burning stretching sensation inside of him intensified when Sam added a third finger into him, it was still amazing and he wanted to burn this image into his memory for the rest of his life. Sam was so fucking hot when he was like this, wild and passionate and loving all at the same time. Seeing his lover's need and complete adoration in his eyes when Sam looked up at him, giving him all the pleasure he could, it nearly took his breath away.

He gave a small cry of complaint when Sam's fingers suddenly withdrew from him leaving him feeling empty. However his heart beat even faster with anticipation when the other man tugged him closer to the edge of the bed. Dean moaned deeply when Sam's slick fingers curled around his over sensitive shaft and his cock dribbled precome over his lover's fingers as the other man stroked him.

When he felt the head of Sam's hard cock pressing against his hole and Dean's breath hitched. He wanted this. He wanted this so fucking much. Dark memories flickered at the edges of his awareness but as long as he kept his eyes on Sam they stayed in the shadows where they belonged. Seeing the unspoken question in his lover's eyes, Dean gave a small nod, and felt Sam begin to push inside of him.

Dean's hands flew to Sam's shoulders and he moaned, his fingers clenching a little against the other man's muscles as his lover pushed into him. It burned, it hurt, but Sam was careful, slow, and Dean knew it was for him. He knew it had to be so fucking hard for him not to simply plunge all the way in with one quick thrust and he loved Sam even more for that. Knowing that helped him remain as relaxed as he could, allowing his lover inside of him, so damned slowly it was almost a tease, and his groan of relief echoed Sam's when he finally felt the other man's hips pressing against his ass. Sam's thick hard length all the way inside of him…

"Sam… oh fuck…" Dean gasped and then moaned when Sam pressed himself even closer, kissing him, and he clutched at his lover as his tongue danced with Sam's. Then Sam started moving inside of him and it was like sparks began shooting off behind his eyelids. It was good, so fucking good…

Dean wrapped his legs around Sam's hips, lifting himself up with every thrust to allow Sam deeper inside of him. He tightened his legs, pulled the other man closer, and gasped his name over and over once Sam allowed him time to breathe. Sam's constant stroking over his prostate making him clench around his lover's cock deep inside of him. Pushing him closer and closer to the edge. So close, he was so fucking close…

"Yes, god, yes…" Dean whispered when Sam's order registered and he forced himself to release his hold on his lover's shoulders, fumbling for the knife for a second before he managed to get it open. He let the vampire guide him even as he tilted his head to the side to give his lover better access to his throat.

The scent of Sam's blood when he cut was almost overpowering and he heard himself echo his lover's growl of need without meaning to. He was lost, completely and utterly lost, and he didn't give a shit because he was with Sam, that's all that mattered. His tongue followed the line of blood up Sam's collar bone to his neck and he growled even louder when his mouth covered the flowing wound. Sam's blood feeling his mouth, tasting his need, his pleasure, his love and Dean thought he might just swoon from the intensity. Sam's fangs sinking into his neck making him moan again and all he could do was cling to Sam as he felt everything swept away. All doubts, all fears, nothing else mattered but this. Just this. Him and Sam, the pleasure and their love.

He felt Sam come, spilling deeply inside of him, and it was almost an afterthought when he realized he was coming as well. The pleasure so intense it was indescribable and he held onto Sam tightly, not thinking just feeling, simply letting the tide wash over him, trusting that Sam would keep him from washing away.

The sensations, the tastes, the smells, all of it Dean's love and pleasure rippled through him. He purred as Dean lifted again and again, clenching and milking him dry, while he did the same as he stroked Dean's cock, they each drawing out the other's pleasure for as long as possible. If Dean were a true vampire they could exchange blood, drinking from each other, sustaining each other. Though Dean was bloodmate, he was not vampire and reluctantly Sam stopped sucking at the bite and licked the wound until it the bleeding all but ceased. He stroked Dean's hair as the young man drank just a little longer from him. To have a vampire lover again, it was wonderful. Indescribable. The love in his heart for Dean swelled.

"Love you so much," Sam said.

When he felt Dean finally release his neck he nearly groaned in complaint. He pulled back and looked down at Dean, seeing his own blood smeared on his lover's lips. He ran his tongue over Dean's lips, then kissed him, pushing his tongue in between parted lips. As his tongue roved slowly in Dean's mouth the taste combination of their blood was almost enough to make Sam want to go another round. He slowly pulled out of Dean, feeling his seed spill out as he withdrew, then wrapped his arms around Dean and rolled over, so he was below Dean. He began to kiss the hunter slowly, leisurely.

"Thank you, lover," Sam breathed into his ear. "That was amazing. You're amazing."

He pulled Dean impossibly closer, holding him, slowly run his hands over Dean's body as if mapping out every valley, every scar, every muscle, conveying with his touch what was in heart. His lips brushed over Dean's cheeks, his lips, his eyebrows. He finally rolled Dean over, so he was once again on top, then smiling at Dean, began to slowly lick down Dean's chest, lapping at the smeared come coating his chest and stomach. He worked his way lower, pausing occasionally to suck gently at Dean's flesh, before moving lower still. Reaching the young man's groin he paid loving attention to Dean's cock, softly moaning as he ran his tongue over the softened cock. He didn't try to arouse, merely to caress, to pull forth small shudders of pleasure from his lover as he investigated his body with his tongue much as he had with his hands. Coaxing Dean to lay on his stomach, Sam began massaging Dean's back, leaning down and licking or sucking occasionally until he reached Dean's ass cheeks. He kneaded his fingers deeply into Dean's muscles, then pulled apart Dean's cheeks and licked from Dean's sack up to and over his hole a handful of times. Once he was satisfied, he crawled up his lover's body and nipped and nibbled at the back of his neck. Settling beside Dean, still running light loving fingers over Dean's back, he sighed contentedly.

"Ready to sleep for a bit, Aurora?" Sam asked him, referring to the name of the princess in Sleeping Beauty.

Dean felt so high on the pleasures rippling through his whole body he honestly didn’t think he would ever come down. Sam brought him down gently of course. Slowly. Slowing his strokes along his cock. Gentling the sucking on his neck, licking the sensitive bite tenderly. The careful stroking fingers through his hair, making him feel more loved than he ever thought possible, hell, more than he deserved.

The pleasure transforming, becoming less intense and more soothing, and he never wanted it to end… Of course it had to and Dean whimpered softly when the tender sucking on his neck finally ceased. He looked up at the other man with a smile. His lips parting willingly for Sam’s kiss and moaning again at the taste of his lover’s tongue, their blood mingling in his mouth.

Fuck… if anyone would have told him a month ago he’d find the taste of blood utterly erotic… yeah, that still frightened him a little, but at the same time it seemed almost impossible to be afraid in Sam’s arms. He knew his lover would protect him from anything, even at the cost of his own life. Yeah, ok, that kind of scared Dean too, but he knew he’d do the same for Sam too.

Dean almost laughed at himself, even as he winced a little when he felt Sam pull out of him. God, he got so damned sappy after sex with Sam. He blamed it on the blood, had to be Sam’s blood, since Sam could be a real bitch sometimes.

He did laugh softly when Sam turned them around, and Dean took his time exploring his lover’s body the same way the vampire explored him. Welcoming every kiss, every touch. Thank you… he should be the one thanking Sam. For giving him this… for loving him… Then when Sam flipped them over again he snorted softly.

“Can’t make up your mind?” Dean teased, but he laid there without complaint, letting Sam touch and taste him anywhere he wanted. Christ, he was a mess. But at least Sam was cleaning up a bit of his mess. Dean ran his fingers through Sam’s hair and moaned softly when the other man reached his over sensitive spent cock.

When Sam urged him over onto his stomach Dean was already practically boneless and his lover’s fingers massaging his already loose and tingling muscles just made him melt even further into the mattress. He’d been worn out before by their workout outside, and now he was definitely exhausted by their workout in the bedroom. Though that didn’t stop the moans that spilled from his lips as Sam licked him intimately, even if Dean wasn’t sure if he could get aroused again if his life depended on it… hell, who was he kidding? Sam could probably get him aroused if he were half dead. Thankfully his lover took pity on him.

Though as tired as he was that didn’t stop Dean from reaching over to slap Sam on the ass when the cheeky vampire had the nerve to call him a Disney princess again.

“You’re the princess, Sammy.” Dean muttered sleepily, even as the gentle petting fingers along his back lulled him to sleep.