Title: I'm Going To Take You To Bed (And Love You)
By: Bridget McKennitt
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 465
Summary: Nothing gets between the Boy King and his pleasure. Not even Dean.
Contains: Non/dub con
Disclaimer: Supernatural is owned by Eric Kripke and other companies. They are used here without permission, and for entertainment purposes only. No challenge or infringement upon the copyright is intended, nor should any be inferred.
Author's Notes: PWP of the evil!Sam variety. Inspired by a money shot icon. Title comes from 'When The World Ends' from Dave Matthews Band (Oakenfold remix).

Sam thrust once, twice, before pulling out of Dean. He held his cock in his hand and allowed himself to come all over Dean's ass. Ribbons of white coated his ass and ran down his thighs. It was a glorious sight and Sam smirked at the debauchery of soiling his brother in such a way.

Dean panted, holding himself on his knees and hands as Sam had told him to earlier. He would have screamed, continued screaming, but Sam used his mind control to forbade him from speaking. His knees shook as he felt Sam run a finger through his own come, then push it into his hole.

"Dean, finger yourself for me," he said casually. "And if you lose that position, you'll regret it."

Dean nodded and shifted his weight so he could lift his right hand to reach around behind him. He hated doing this, doing any of the things his brother forced him to do, but when said brother was the Boy King of Hell itself, there was not much he could say against it.

He stalled for a moment, letting the tip of his finger prod at his entrance before pushing inside. Even after the afternoon session of fucking from hands, Sam's cock, and toys, he was tight, and that was only because Sam used some demon mojo on him. Dean thought it was a waste of power, but no one disagreed with Sam and got away with it. Not even him.

It was not long before he slipped two, three, four fingers inside himself, sliding them in and out. This was a game Sam had played with him before and he knew how much Sam liked things inside of him, the bigger the better.

Sam was pretty big.

A hand threaded through his hair and gripped hard, pulling his head back. Tears formed at the edges of Dean's eyes, but he blinked them back. He had already cried enough tears.

"Such a good brother," Sam cooed and yanked his head back further. "I could have you do this all day, Dean, fucking yourself on your fingers. But you know how jealous I get when anything but me fucks you." With his other hand, Sam ripped Dean's fingers away and he forced himself not to react to the pain of Sam sliding inside him, large and thick.

Dean's eyes fluttered closed as Sam continued to pound his cock inside of him, his hands running up and down his chest to tweak a nipple before grabbing Dean's hips hard enough to bruise.

He thought his first trip to Hell was a nightmare, tortured by demons and torturing other souls. Now Dean knew what real Hell felt like.

A tear slid down his cheek unnoticed as his face was forced onto the bed.

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