An Unholy Union

Dean felt weight heavy on his shoulder as he was dragged away from the vampire he was enjoying torturing and getting off. He jerked away and looked at the huge burly guy. "In your dreams and brrr, don't even want to be in those. Eww." Dean had no problem taking on guys of this guy's size. He drew back, ready to punch him.

Simultaneously, one very irritated vampire drew back his hand.

The double whammy sent the interfering trapper clear across the floor, bowling over some of the dancers. Smirking, Spike closed his fingers around Dean’s wrist. “Come on, pretty boy... I owe you a good hard fucking, yeah?”

Dean felt good. Fights always got him going. He was being dragged and this time, he followed more eagerly. "Yeah you do but my name isn't pretty boy. It's Dean and it moans out pretty well too."

Spike kicked open one of the doors to the small rooms, grabbed a hunched over Berpar demon by its shoulders and tossed it out the door. A porn flick continued to flash on the peeling wall. “He can play with himself at home,” he said, kicking the projector over... so the picture was now skewed on its side and the projector was interspersing the actors’ moans with a strange … rat … tat … tat sound .

Turning to Dean, he hooked his fingers behind the guy’s belt and dragging him bodily up against him. “C’mere, pretty boy Dean...” biting his lower lip, he cocked his head to the side and cracked his neck. “Time to see how you taste...” His gaze locked onto the pulse point at the base of Dean’s throat.

Dean liked the way that Spike was man-handling him. Of course, man-handling demons was always a bonus in Dean's book as well. Up against the vampire, heat radiating from his own body, Dean found two things hard to believe. That he was getting a massive hard on from another man and that he was about to have sex with a supernatural creature, not kill it out of pure instinct and due to the nature of his business. The flickered on the wall and Dean caught the predatory gaze of the vampire he was now locked in a room with.

"I usually don't encourage biting that leaves a mark, but in your case, that could be a problem, huh?" He slipped one arm around the vampire, fingers starting low on his back and dancing up his spine, giving a little push, urging Spike to continue. Dean half wondered, would Spike taste the deal he had made with a demon on his skin? In his blood?

Spike sensed Dean’s arousal... knew the guy was rearing to go. Interesting, that... the less they appeared to be the sort to play the pretty boy, the more they took to the role. Lowering his mouth, he gave Dean a bruising kiss, splitting the side of his lip. Lifting his head, he pushed Dean against the wall, making a show of licking his blood. “Taste like whiskey and bad things.”

Dean tasted the tang of iron. He gazed at the vampire. "Yeah, what sorts of bad things?"

“Hard drinking... one night stands,” with each pronouncement, he rubbed his mouth in a circle, over Dean’s, refusing the invitation to enter. He gripped Dean’s wrists and slammed them up against the wall, over his head. “Sin. Desire... to kill... to be killed...” he licked again, groaning when Dean’s tongue flicked out and stroked his. “You want to be the dark side... want to know what it feels like.” Raising his head, he locked gazes with Dean. “You want to be fucked, and not all the liquor in the world can wash that away. That’s why you’re here.”

Dean's breaths become labored and he caught himself holding it at times. As Spike's words drifted around him, he locked his eyes too. With his arms over his head, his tee shirt rode up and exposed his stomach. Spike was driving him insane and the words were like sweet razors slicing his skin.

“I don't want it to be washed away. Can't you tell, I wear my failures like a badge. Or didn't you taste that. Maybe you need a bigger taste, huh? Taste the iron?" Dean was there for many reasons, but in the back of his mind, his main one was maybe he could push this vampire enough to kill him, depriving the demon bitch the chance to come after him. But things were changing.

“Liar.” The word was like the crack of a whip. Pretty boy didn’t like it and was struggling to break free. Smirking, Spike slammed the hunter’s wrists back against the wall, higher this time so he could use one hand. Using his entire body for leverage, he pinned the hunter, and forced on leg between Dean’s.

Having the rebellious hunter against him... feeling his erection swell, Spike’s lust kicked up a notch. He ground himself against Dean’s hip, and pressed his thigh against Dean’s cock... fucking him with it. “This how they feel? Your prey? This how you have them before you get your kill?” he asked, “This how their hearts pound? This what you wanted to know?”

Dean snarled and his eyes flashed. His teeth were clenched and yes, he was pissed, but he was also in need of a good fucking. Especially with Spike rubbing against him like this, making the material of Dean’s jeans scrape over his tight skin. He’d been finding anger and sex made good bed-fellows these days. "No, not lately, I usually just kill them." He blew Spike a kiss. "But for you... I might make an exception."

“Appreciate that, muchly... I do,” the vampire said, gently putting his free hand on the side of Dean’s face and kissing him softly. It lasted about five seconds, and then he was cupping the hunter’s face, his fingers digging hard into his cheeks and forcing that tempting mouth open. “Much better, yeah...”

The kiss was rough and hard, a struggle... same as the way Dean was fighting to break free of the vampire’s vice-like grip on his wrists, same as their bodies collided and rubbed... trying to get closer... to get control. All Spike knew was between the sound of Dean’s breaths... and the groans from the movie, his cock was so hard and ready he was tempted to take him right there and then.

Dean was glad that Spike was not being gentle. He’d been worried for a moment from the start of the kiss, but then his jaw was aching and he was forced to part his lips, felt the vampire’s tongue invade him. However, it was in Dean's nature to struggle and he didn't let the vampire down.

He wanted to touch. He wanted to scrape, scratch, and get this going instead of playing around. "C'mon," Dean managed to get out, his sharp white teeth snapping at those lips, "Stop playing with your food," he gave a wicked grin. "Fuck me," he growled as his hips pressed and rocked, trying to buck hard to either get more contact or get him free so he could take that control back.

Those words had Spike’s cock surging with a new intensity. He released Dean’s wrists and started to go for Dean’s belt at the same time as the hunter did. “Don’t move,” he snarled, shoving Dean’s hands away. He pulled the leather through the buckle, then lowering himself to one knee, used his teeth to pull the leather strip back from the pin. An instant later, he was tugging jeans and black briefs down Dean’s hips.

Dean would have chuckled if it weren't for his throbbing cock which was trapped in his ever tightening jeans. He hissed a breath out as his hips jerked forward and he felt the coolness of the air on his exposed skin.

Oh, the hunter was more than ready... Spike gave a smug smile as the tip of Dean’s cock nudged his cheek. The know-it-all probably thought he knew what to expect. Right... time to show him how bloody wrong he was.

Spreading the flats of his hands over taut skin stretched over firm muscles, Spike pushed on Dean’s abs, once again pinning him against the wall. When he dipped his head down, he was nowhere near the hunter’s straining cock. Instead, he ran his teeth up and down the guy’s inner thigh, the back of his head brushing his arousal.

Dean gave a grunt and then a growl. He looked down and fought the urge to push Spike to where he needed him to be. He was hurting and the bastard knew it, deliberately avoiding his cock. "Bastard," Dean hissed out, venturing a hand to brush over Spike's hair.

He’d been called worse... deserved worse. And by the time he was done, he was sure Dean would think the worst.

Moving his mouth higher along Dean’s thigh, he licked the hunter’s sac, and then took it in his mouth... sucking hard... mercilessly... feeling the hunter squirm... scenting his need and depriving him of what he really needed. First things first... and usually that meant Spike came first.

Dean thumped his head against the wall as his balls were sucked. Fuck but the man had a talented mouth and it had Dean's hips moving and his legs slightly trembling. He was breathing hard and had both hands against the wall, trying to support him.

Rolling his tongue around one last time, Spike opened his mouth and pulled away. Head down, he went into game face and scraped his sharp teeth along the path of a main artery. Lingering over a pulse point, listening to the erotic rush of the hunter’s blood, Spike couldn’t wait a second longer. Without warning, he sank his teeth deep into Dean’s inner thigh, groaning as spicy warm blood filled his mouth. Just like that… he was in another world… the Vampire world. With every swallow, he was dragged deeper and deeper into a web of red haze and lust... desire... need... and he did everything he could to sweep the hunter along with him.

Dean’s eyes flew open and he gasped hard as teeth sank inside his flesh and he couldn't stop it. He felt a flush of a sensation go right through him and up his spine, spreading through his body. He groaned deeply, his one hand returning to Spikes hair and pressing him down harder against his leg. "Yess," he hissed as his head hit the wall again.

As Spike tongued and licked, sucked and practically fucked the wound he’d opened. His demon rose to the surface. Nothing could stop it until it was done... if Dean had tried, there might have been broken limbs. Maybe the hunter sensed the danger... maybe the hunter desired the danger... Whatever the reason, both men were helplessly locked into a tidal wave of dark desires that few humans lived to tell about.

Dean knew this was far beyond dangerous. He had danced with a Reaper. Played with a Demon and now... now he was feeling himself get weak from the drain of blood. He gave a moan and he felt his sexual arousal nearly triple.

When Spike reached the point where he knew Dean could take no more, he pulled back and licked his mouth clean. On the floor, next to the tipped over projector, sat a half empty glass. Spike knocked back some of it liquor, swirling it in his mouth, then deliberately spewing it over Dean’s wound. He stood up... he face hard... his movements edgy... it was time.


The hunter bit back a cry as the booze burned him. Before he processed what was going on, he felt something cold against his face. He grunted from the force of being turned, his cock now trapped between his body and the wall. The pain made him feel alive. Very very much alive. Just how far could he push Spike? He decided to see and started to try and push away from the wall. "Stop playing," he snarled.

There was anything but play in Spike’s mind, not that he was about to explain. He dragged Dean’s jeans down lower, revealing his pale round ass. With one hand, he traced the hunter’s ass crack roughly invading his hole with lube covered finger tips, with the other, he cupped Dean’s cock, pulling him slightly away from the wall. “Put your hands flat against the wall... bend over. Move it!” The need to be inside Dean... to fuck him like he’d never been fucked... was slowly burning out of control.

Dean bucked into that hand and nearly rose up on his toes as fingers invaded him. His teeth were gritting, the invasion painful but then finger tips brushed his sweet spot and he felt his spine nearly melt. Doing as he was told, he bent and moved his hands to the wall, dropping his head down to see through slit eyes how Spike was stroking his needy cock.

The sight of the hunter jerking desperately back and forth... taking the finger fucking, and fucking Spike’s fist, brought Spike to the very edge. Having unzipped, he ground his cock against Dean’s ass... moving ever closer to his hole. Teasing until something snapped inside Spike.

He spread Dean’s ass cheeks and aligned his thick, aching cock. Slapping a heavy hand onto the small of Dean’s back, he pushed him down lower, almost level with his hips. With his other around the hunter’s waist, Spike pushed inside.... forcing Dean to take all of him. His head reared back as Dean closed around him, “So tight... so fucking tight, pretty boy,” he groaned, bucking into Dean wildly, his hunger... his need, suddenly insatiable.

Dean bit his inner cheek, tasting blood as he felt the pain nearly cause his knees to buckle. It took everything in him to keep from being pressed headlong into the wall. He cursed under his breath

His ass burned but the pain was slowly giving way to pleasure. Dean turned to look back at the vampire pumping hard and wild into him. He’d never imagined that sex with a man could feel this good. And that he would enjoy it let alone welcome it. He reached back, fingers grabbing wildly to try and feel that body pressed to his. "Smile, you are the first."

Smiling was the furthest thing from the vampires mind. Joking should be the last thing on the hunter’s mind. Redoubling his efforts, Spike angled his thrusts... short, long, hard... grinding... each time making sure to make contact with the hunter’s prostate...

“Make some noise,” he demanded, wrapping his fingers around the length of Dean’s cock. “Come on... want to hear you... ask me to fuck you...” he eased up on the pressure, trying to make Dean want it... beg for it... like the porn star on the wall was fucking begging for it.

Dean bit back the grunts that wanted to come out with nearly each thrust. Forced to place his hands back on the wall, his arms threatened to give way from the force of Spike’s motions. He was on fire. His brain was on fire and melting, giving way to just pure pleasure.

“Gowd.” Choking on a gasp, he gave a deep throaty moan as Spike’s fingers curled around his cock. He shouldn't give this vampire the pleasure but this was becoming too mind numbingly good. Dean dropped his head down as another moan left him. And even as he tried to push back, urge Spike on, it wasn't happening. "C'mon, fuck me, harder," he half begged, half demanded. "Wanna feel this for days," Dean hissed out.

“That’s it... that’s it...” This was just what Spike needed, to hear the urgency in Dean’s gravelly voice wash over him, spur him on. Bending over Dean’s back, he demanded his mouth. Then they were fucking, harder... spiraling up to a fevered pitch... so hot... so fucking hot... Spike felt his balls draw back. “Fuck... come... Dean... pretty boy... come,” he ground out, demanding obedience.

Soft and loud curses flew from Dean’s mouth. He moaned and grunted, hissing urging words and half begging for the vampire not to stop. Spike's hand was giving just the right pressure to his cock, stroking him just right and bringing his orgasm. Sensations burned and pooled at his spine. He felt his cock expanding as his balls drew up and just as Spike was demanding his release, Dean couldn't disobey, "Yes," Dean moaned and before he knew it he was washed in warmth.

Spike’s release was violent and explosive. It was a credit to the hunter’s physical condition that he’d taken the battering so well. Both of them collapsed against the wall, Spike still shuddering inside Dean as waves of pleasure began to recede. “Fucking brilliant, that.” He swallowed and briefly kissed the side of Dean’s neck, “and no bite marks.. here.”

Dean let he weight carry him to the wall, thankful for its support. He moaned softly, trying to catch his own breath. His heart was still beating fast and he trembled with each pulse. Swallowing, he nodded, "Good thing." Eyes closed, he leaned his head back against Spike's forehead, trying to contain the flood of emotions rushing through him. Fear. Relief. Satisfaction. Sadness.

“Not too late,” Spike nipped the side of Dean’s neck, and then pushed away from the wall. Staring at Dean from behind, he started to put his clothes on. “This mean you plan to be a regular, here?”

Dean felt suddenly empty but he pushed that feeling back and started dressing himself again. "Why, you looking for a regular to fuck?" Dean shot over his shoulder as he was doing his pants up.

“I fuck regularly,” he answered, avoiding the question. He did hate to see Dean pull the shirt on over his head and cover up.

"Same here," Dean answered. He turned to face the Vampire, his leg burning, his ass and the rest of him. He looked the man/vampire over. Dean knew avoidance. It was a ritual in his family. His father did it, so did he.

“Right.” So he’d been a mystery coming in, and he’d be a mystery going out. Spike was okay with that. He’d had a bloody good time, and didn’t think he’d find something quite as good for a while... but all fun came to an end. He tugged the door open and watched Dean leave. He knew. “Dead man walking.”

Dean heard the words but didn't stop. He picked up his shirt and jacket and walked out the main door. Outside, he looked back at the foundry, wondering if he would see Spike again and if... maybe he could get him to take his life, when it came time. He turned away and was in the Impala and driving away.

* * *

Dean was running ahead of Sam. There were two vampires and Dean could see they were going to split up, it was already starting to happen. "I'll get the white haired one," Sam shouted.

"No," Dean yelled, "I'll get him, you get that one," Dean tore off after the one with bleached hair, drawing his knife out. Dean knew right away who this vampire was. Sam was going after the other. Good. Dean turned back, cutting around the same corner Spike went around.

His goal of forcing the hunters to split up had worked like a charm. Of course it had. But when Spike slowed down, he no longer intended to kill ... he knew who was behind him, and was curious. Would their encounter make Dean want to kill him... or...

Dean grabbed the vampire’s shoulder and slammed him against the nearest wall. He had a knife to the vampire's throat, "Well, well, funny running into you again." Dean eyes locked on those lips before going up to those eyes.

Spike’s gaze flicked to the blade, then moved back to lock with Dean’s. Months had passed, but the memory of the raw sex they’d had was fresh in Spike’s mind. “Wasn’t funny the first time around.” Making no move to defend himself, Spike gripped Dean’s hips.

Dean turned the blade and ran it down Spike's neck, "No, it wasn't." He surged in and captured those lips, giving him a savage, demanding kiss.

Spike accepted the kiss, aware of the knife leaving a cold trail down his throat. They were mouth to mouth... there was the same desperation in the harsh movements of Dean’s mouth, and yet Spike could tell what the hunter wanted was more of that night. “That’s good pretty boy,” he whispered against his mouth. “But you want to play the hunter... or...” in a single move, Spike reversed their positions. The knife was still to his throat, but Dean’s back was to the wall. “The hunted?”

Dean pressed at the same time his back hit the wall behind him and he gave a chuckle, lowering the knife. "Both and neither," Dean answered and kissed him again. "I figured... I owe you a break because... I kind of like knowing you are out there." Dean reached between them and cupped Spikes groin.

“Unh...” Spike’s stomach clenched at the unexpected touch. “Right...” Instead of turning it into a debate, he rolled with the moment. Forcing his tongue past Dean’s, he took control of the kiss, deepening it as he ground himself against the hunter’s palm.

“Dean? Dean!”

Vaguely hearing the calls, Spike decided to ignore them. He could deal with the other hunter when he came. Right now, what mattered was that every cell in his body was screaming for a re-play.

Dean rubbed his hand over Spike as the kiss deepened in intensity but Sam's voice cut through him like a knife and he pushed the vampire back. "Go. Get." His body longed to press back into Spike's but he resisted. "Another time... promise." Dean half whispered knowing the vampire would hear him.

“Dean!”

Instantly Dean turned away from Spike, who wasn’t making a move to leave, and took off toward his brother's voice. "Sammy!?" He called out.

"What happened?" Sam ran up to him, blood on his shirt, but making it clear he’d made the kill.

Dean started checking him over, "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Sam batted his brother's hands away and stepped back. "Did you nail the other?"

Dean didn't answer, his mind drifting to the kisses and the night that Spike bit him and then fucked him. A yes wanted to form then tell him he was already nailed instead he remained silent about that. "Let's get out of here" He grabbed Sam's arm and directed him toward the car.