An Unholy Union

Sitting on a metal railing high above the mostly male patrons of the nameless club in the old foundry, Spike swung his leather clad leg back and forth to the thrumming beat of the music and the silver flashes of light that danced across faces. Faces… so many of them… laughing, kissing, twisted up in expressions of desire and bliss. The rough sort. The sort between people that would have nothing to do with each other outside those metal doors. Vampires and humans, demons and their enemies… fucking, drinking, taking from each other what they would never admit they needed.

He lifted the beer bottle to his lips as he scanned for someone interesting. He was getting to be right picky these days. And then he felt it. It was him. Back again. Smirking, he didn’t bother to look in hunter boy’s direction. Dean would find him. Always did.

The Impala was parked, locked up and the metal door Dean was familiar with was pulled open. Again, as before, his senses were assaulted. Loud music. The smell of liquor. And sex. Dean was here for only two of those things, there was no mistake about it. The determined look on his face had people moving to get out of his way. He threw a quick glance about. It was the same as always... people kissing, fucking, dancing, feeding.

Moving to the bar, he ordered a beer. Once his eyes adjusted to the flashing lights and the dark, he more intently started searching. There was only one thing he was searching for.

A Vampire.
Dean knew exactly who and what had brought him to return. It was something he hated to admit even to himself. He shouldn't be leaving Sam alone, not with demons running loose, but there was this need. Desire. A hunger inside him that grew each day. Ever since that day he first set foot into this damn place. He had been looking for a fight but found something different stead. It really pissed Dean off. He didn't need this kind of feeling. Not at this time in his life. Not with what little time he had left.

Dean pushed away from the bar, twisting and squeezing his body around others, feeling eyes on him and hands trying to caress. It wasn't till he looked up and saw white hair and leather pants that he found his target. And he didn't even have to see his face to know the bastard was smirking. Stairs. Dean’s boots landed on the metal as he started to make his way up.

Spike dropped off the railing, his trench coat billowing and his heavy boots giving off a shower of sparks as he landed with precision on the metal stair directly in front of Dean. “Looking for me, pet?” Leaning down, he brushed his mouth across Dean’s, pulling away just as the hunter parted his lips.

Dean grabbed Spike by the collar and jerked him close. Annoyed the vampire was teasing but that was their game. Tease, give, and tease again. He pulled him close, tipped his head. "And if I said no?" Dean asked.

Heat coursed straight to Spike’s cock, just like that. Gazes locked, he copied Dean’s movement by tilting his head as far as he could. “Could be I’d be disappointed. Could be, you’d leave with less than what you came for.”

"Could be." Dean answered and stepped up to that same step, making them yet closer. His feet, one on either side of Spike as they shared the stair and Dean held onto the railing to keep his balance. "I don't know, how good do you look when you pout?"

Heat radiated from the hunter’s body, surrounding Spike. Between that and the unholy light behind those green eyes… obsession, something Spike knew all too well… Spike was already rearing to go. He stepped closer, so close he was pushing Dean to the edge with his body. “Not as good as I look with my tongue down your throat, yeah?” He bit his lip and cocked his head to the side.

Dean lowered his eyes to look at those full lips. His heels had slipped off the edge but his arm still held him in place. He couldn't resist it any more. His body was on fire. He could feel his jeans tighten, his cock filling. He wanted. Needed. Dean leaned in, at first giving the vampire a hunger laced, eager, kiss. However, he managed to slow it down and pushed his tongue into Spike's mouth.

The speed with which Dean started deep throating him startled the Vampire. But that was the hunter’s allure… that he could still surprise the vampire who thought he’d seen it all, knew it all. Fuck… this wasn’t the direction it was supposed to go, but Spike took it … took Dean’s tongue and his lust. It would have been easy, so easy to just drag the hunter to room or behind a pillar, but it wasn’t his way. There were games to be played first. Foreplay.

Spike mercilessly forced Dean back farther, so far, that the hunter was staying on the stairs only by sheer will. He stroked Dean’s arm, the boy’s muscles were hard… straining under his jean jacket as he clung to the railing. He felt so bloody good… smelled so bloody good, like sex and liquor… and danger, there was always that. And Spike knew the exact moment Dean had enough… the moment he started pushing back.

Dean pulled away slowly, though not far due to the lack of space. He glanced behind Spike before looking back into those piercing eyes, "Go up?" He asked with a nod of his chin in the direction.

Spike took a backwards step up, put his hand on Dean’s shoulder, and kept going, but forced Dean to always remain one step lower. “Like the view from up here,” he said, enjoying the brief moments of being taller, as well as being able to see the outline of Dean’s thick cock pressing against the front of his jeans.

Dean took one step at a time, following Spike. The vampire didn't have to pull, Dean was all too willing to follow. His eyes were drifting down to Spike's leather pants and the hint of what was under them. "Hmm, it's an interesting view." His hand reached out, hooking fingers into the waist band of Spike's leathers. Reaching the last step, Dean placed a boot up on the landing that Spike was now standing on. He pushed up and was now standing and looking slightly down at the other man.

They stood there for a long moment, bodies touching… aching, straining. One tug on his waistband, and Dean’s cock was lodged low against Spike’s belly. He arched, rubbing himself against Dean, giving the hunter a taste of what was to come. “Want you up there,” he said, jutting his chin upwards toward the rafters where there was a ledge and a window with broken panes. “Want to fuck you so hard, you’ll remember for a long time… you’ll wank to it every night you’re away, you won’t care if your brother hears, you won’t be able to stop yourself in the shower… you’ll remember,” he vowed, his voice thick with lust.

Dean lowered his long lashes, dusting his lightly freckled cheeks. The words melted into him and if only Spike knew, Dean had been thinking of the damn vampire often. Too often for his liking. Dean tipped his head up toward the rafters, spotting where the man was indicating. He then turned his greens back and he smirked, "Lucky for you, I'm not scared of heights." Just flying was all.

With one last rock of his hips, he looked around and started to figure out a way to work up to that ledge and the window. "I have to say, you are very cocky," Dean smirked as he pulled away and started to make his way along toward a ladder which he could climb to get up. The drink he had was left behind. He wasn't gonna need it.

There was no arguing with the truth so Spike didn't. Instead, he followed Dean towards the wall, knowing full well the ladder wasn't getting him all the way up to the roof window... not even close. He was a resourceful sort though, no doubt about that, and this would be bloody interesting at the very least.

He stood behind as Dean aligned the old narrow ladder that had seen better days. "Wait," he stopped Dean just as the guy started to test the ladder with his weight. "Take it off," he ordered, already tugging on Dean's jean jacket, and then helping him pull the black tee shirt up over his head. "Fuck..." Sliding his palm across Dean's tight abs, he kissed his neck. "’Luck, luv."

Despite his casual words, the way his body was raging, he could have taken Dean right there. Exerting iron control over his desires and the needs of the demon that roared within, Spike stepped back and watched. His gaze was laser focused on Dean who, without a backwards glance, was making the dangerous climb. When he neared the top of the unsecured ladder, it swayed... slid against the wall. Every muscle in Spike's body tensed as Dean threw himself toward a chain hanging from the rafters... grasped it, and swung himself to a beam, nailing the landing. Muscles rippled across Dean's shoulders, and when the chain swung slightly, the glimpse of his chest now slightly shiny with sweat had Spike biting his lip and clamping down on his needs.

It was all a bit shaky. Damn but this place was falling apart and Dean felt lucky he was nimble enough to catch his balance. Dean's attention was now fully focused on the jump before him. One more landing and he was there, if he didn't go out the damn window. Shifting his stance, flexing fingers, Dean started to move but then something landed beside him and he had to catch his balance. His head jerked to the side and he flashed Spike a look. "Bastard," came the mutter under his breath. What he got in return was a cheeky grin. Worse, Dean's concentration was lost.

"Come on. Together," Spike said, opportunistically putting his arm around Dean's bare waist. "On three." It was a silent count, and they jumped in unison, landing side by side with no room to spare on the ledge. Both men had one arm out to steady themselves against the wall, and window.

Spike had left his trench coat behind and was wearing only a tight black tee shirt. With his bare forearm and elbow, he broke some additional panes of glass, clearing the area so that columns of wood window framing were now mostly free of glass. When he turned, his eyes were filled with the heat of having waited too long, wanting too long.

He pushed Dean up against the wall, away from the edge, and plastered himself over him, seeking his mouth with all the hunger of predators of his kind. Lust slammed full force into him. "Come on pretty boy, show me what you've got," he demanded, grinding his hips roughly against Dean. "Come on.. fuck me... fuck..."

Once Dean got his balance back and before he could regain anything else, he found his back hitting the wall, his mouth surging to meet Spike’s full lips. There was hunger in them both. A lust that was overwhelming. The kiss was long and hard, but when Spike finally tore his mouth away, Dean was allowed to suck in much needed air. His hands were instantly at Spike's pants, working them open. Dean was hard. Very hard. He hadn't been this hard even for a woman.

"You want me to fuck you, Mmm, I'll take that pleasure," Dean surged in and nipped Spike's neck with his teeth just as he pushed his down into Spike's pants, gripping that full cock and stroking. "I'm gonna enjoy this," Dean breathed.

“Makes two of us, mate.” Tipping his head back, he watched Dean from under his lashes, groaning and thrusting into Dean’s fist. There was no bleeding way he was letting Dean do the fucking. It wasn’t what he’d meant when he’d said it, but sodding hell… the thrill in Dean’s voice was giving him second thoughts. Nah… he knew what Dean wanted… needed. He liked to fight… to try to stay in control, and to go down in flames when he failed. Thoughts of how he was going to take the hunter teased him… images of the hunter trapped, both in the throes of lust and in by the manner of his taking, heightened Spike’s need.

Impatient, he undid his pants, giving Dean better access. “Pull it out,” he demanded, as he roughly undid Dean’s belt. “Want to feel you. Now.”

Curling his hand around Spike's cock, he worked him as only a man would know how to, his fingers sliding over tight skin. A tremble wracked Dean’s body. A physical shudder which rattled his bones.

“Bloody fucking hell…” Spike hissed.

Dean lowered his head to look down between them, watching as his hand worked up and down. He smeared little pearl drops with his thumb, making Spike's crown shine. Looking up, Dean stole a kiss as his the sound of his own breaths and heart beat fiercely in his ears.

He suddenly became aware that his belt was being pulled off and gave Spike a curious look, not sure what was up. All Dean knew was that there was hunger… tension… a need between them that was an overwhelming force.

The questions and hunger in Dean’s eyes was almost his undoing. Pushing Dean’s hand off, Spike bit his lip as his cock strained insistently toward Dean… needing the pressure that was suddenly denied. Gritting his teeth, Spike pulled his own belt completely free off his belt loops and held both straps out, letting them swing free. “Give me your hand.” As he started to wrap one of the belts around Dean’s palm, he was more than aware of the sudden tension in the hunter, a stiffening of his stance… waves of suspicion roiling off him.

Dean couldn't help it. He had been at the mercy of some supernaturals who had only one thing on their mind, his death. Even when Dean asked for it. Sort of like he was doing now. His arms tensed and he had to fight the urge to pull away. But he did gift Spike with a warning look from under his lashes. All the vampire did was given a little chuckle as he jerked on a strap to make sure it was secure. "What is this for?" Dean's voice was still laced much too heavily with need.

“Other one.” Spike started wrapping it, but could see he was about to have a rebellion on his hands. “So you can avoid the glass when I’m fucking you,” he said, raw desire roughening his voice. To clarify, he nodded toward the window. “You’ll need to hold on. Not much room, yeah? And it’s a long way down,” his gaze swept down to the dancers far below. There was no way Dean was standing behind him, up here… the git would probably step off the ledge as he came-off, or some such nonsense. “Any other questions?”

Dean curled the one hand that was wrapped into as much of a fist as he could and it was tempting to just punch the vampire. He had been teasing him earlier. And Dean should have known. Once the other hand was finished Dean quickly reached out for the window's frames just to keep himself from falling over as his jeans were taken down with his boxers.

"Easy there, don't want to damage anything vital," Dean gave a smirk. That smirk didn't last long as he was turned around and now he was thankful he had the belts around his hand as his was forced to grip the wooden frames that previously held the glass panes to keep from falling out. He looked down and just the thrill of possibly falling was keeping him hard, not to mention the feel of Spike at his back. "C'mon, keep your promises."

Spike ran his hand firmly up and down the center of Dean’s back, pressing and pushing him closer to the broken window. It was pitch black outside, and all that the human could see was probably the moon, and car lights as they pulled up or left the car park. Course when Dean turned to look at him, he could see the dance floor below.

Gripping Dean’s hips, he bent over and skimmed his mouth across the taught skin stretched across his broad shoulders. “No tattoos… I’d have taken you for a tattoo man,” he said, working his way to the guy’s throat and intentionally keeping a bit of space between their bodies. “Give me your mouth.”

"You would just love to mark me as your property wouldn't you," Dean was trying to hold back the shiver that wanted to race down his spine from the touches of Spikes wet mouth. "Maybe if you are a good boy, I'll let you," of course if Dean got one, he would make sure it was some kind of symbol that would keep him from being possessed or the like. In his world, that was more important that getting 'Mom' or Spike's name on him. That and tattoos were markings that were hard to get rid of and could easily be used by the police to identify him.

Unable to resist the vamp’s request, Dean turned his head and leaned a little to meet those lips. He jerked slightly as he felt a strong hand slide to his cock and cup him once, before slowly stroking up his aching cock. Dean deepened the kiss and jutted his hips into Spike’s hand for more contact, more friction, something Spike wasn't to willing to give up at the moment. Choosing to play with Dean's desires first and work him into a frenzy. Damnit, but this vampire knew what strings to pull. It was dangerous, but then again, wasn't that why Dean was here seeking the vampire out? Why he kept coming back?

Spike managed to lube Dean up, and continued to stroke him with nice, easy slides of his fist around the hunter's cock. Too nice. Too slow for the hunter, who was getting more impatient and frustrated by the minute. All of his building frustration was exhibited by the growing violence of the kiss, and Spike knew it was because Dean's mouth was the only part of him free to move. He couldn't move his leatherbound hands for fear of getting cut or losing his balance, he couldn't move back as there was no room for Spike... he had to stand there and take whatever he got. "A bit eager, there, aren't you, pretty boy?"

Dean had to close his eyes, turn them away or it surely would have given away too much of what he was feeling inside. He dropped his head down, breathing hard and hearing his pulse beat within his ears. "Eager, impatient, but one thing, not pretty, adorable, I'm adorable. Now, you gonna play games or you wanna hear me moan out your name?"

Grasping Dean’s chin, Spike forced him to turn back. “Adorable, yeah that’s it.” He took the hunter’s mouth with his, fucking it with his tongue in a no holds barred battle that scorched him from his mouth to his cock, as he bucked hard against Dean’s entrance, rubbing himself into a frenzy of need and desire. His cock throbbed and ached, teased and was teased. “Go on then.. do it. Call my name,” he said thickly, starting to push his crown inside.

Dean rocked and moved with Spike’s bucking, feeling the heat building and their desires coming to a head much like a storm. Everything between them, every touch. Every caress. Every kill seemed intensified. Dean gritted his teeth, there was no sense in giving in to the vampire just yet so instead, he answered just before the vampire breached him, "You have to ... earn it." And then he gasped, feeling his breathing seize up as pain and pleasure over took his body.

The next sixty seconds took forever as Spike moved his hips in circular motions so slow, they might be imperceptible to anyone looking up from below. His torturous shallow strokes were accompanied by dirty words he whispered in Dean’s ear, the sort that would slip past his mouth during and all-out fuck. By now, the hunter had to be wanting to smash him into the wall... and it fucking thrilled the vampire.

Dean growled, felt his fingers tighten into wood. It was more torture. It was more of control. It was the calm before the storm. His head fell back, onto Spike's shoulder and curses were half whispered out through clenched teeth. All directed at Spike but then he would turn his head and try to kiss the vampire. "Damnit, fuck me."

“Right. Thought you’d never ask.” Though he was at the end of his control, Spike managed to dip his head and slide the tip of is tongue across Dean’s mouth, in one last triumphant tease before his urges took over. He pushed himself further inside, this time burying himself up to his balls, tipping his head back at the intensity of pleasure rippling through his system. “Fuck... you’re so fucking tight.”

That was it... he started to fuck his hunter... riding him mercilessly, thrusting so hard... so deep, Dean’s body would remember this for days to come, even if he mentally tried to forget or deny... The thought that Dean would even try to deny this inexplicably enraged the vampire, causing him to fuck harder... claim his boy harder, scraping his teeth against Dean’s throat and torturing himself in the process.

Dean let out grunts, near cries and more curses as he was fucked. Scratches were left on his body, his cock was aching from Spike tugging it and his arms shook as he braced himself to try and keep from falling out the window. He was caught in the eye of the raging storm and it was a storm his body was gonna feel for days, remember for weeks.

Dean let out a gurgle, his body shaking as a burning sensation traveled up from the base of his spine to his brain. He was close to being finished. He knew he couldn't hold back and keep from releasing. Suddenly, he let out a loud cry laced with Spike's name.

The instant Dean made good on his promise to call his name, Spike climaxed deep inside him, gripping his hips and riding every last fiery wave of his release. “Good... so good,” he praised, sliding one hand up Dean’s abs to his chest and tweaking his flat nipple just to feel the hunter collide against him one last time in shock.

Dean trembled. The wake of his release and Spike's raced through his body. His breathing was still hard and Dean swore his knees were gonna give in if it wasn't for the fact that Spike was holding him. Finally, Dean moved one hand, reaching it behind him to touch firm muscles with just finger tips. Dean couldn't help but give a little weak laugh, "Yeah, been told that." Though Spike, well he was fucking amazing. Dean never knew sex with a man could be like this and he, of all people, would enjoy it. God, he has fallen so far. And he was gonna go even further.

“And you call me cocky,” Spike asked, amused, though his voice was a bit shakier than normal. “Careful, might wake up the demon and I’ll need another go at it,” he warned as Dean’s touch sent little jolts of excitement to him, though he was spent.

“Hold on,” Spike warned and pulled back slightly to take care of cleaning them up, though the scent of sex still clung to them like a second skin. Zipping up, he carefully bent, and pulled up Dean’s jeans as well, since the hunter couldn’t do it for himself.

“Come on Cinderella, clock’s striking twelve,” he said, with a smug smile. It was a good thing the hunter couldn’t see the wicked mischief in his eyes. “Let go of the bars.” It was a velvety whisper against Dean’s ear, a soft command that Spike knew Dean would follow. The instant Dean obeyed, the vampire swept him in his arms, princess style, and jumped off the ledge.

Everything was a blur and Spike's voice, his whispers sounded as if they came from a distance. Dean just flowed with what Spike was doing, even the word of Cinderella slipped past Dean's defenses. But when he was scooped up and found himself dropping, Dean's eyes went wide, his heart raced and gave a short shout.

Spike nailed the landing about two stories below, and slowly released Dean. This time, there was no hiding what was in his eyes. Or Dean’s for that matter. No, the vampire couldn’t say the hunter was amused. Not in the least bit.

Upon landing and finding the ground back under his feet, Dean drew back and punched Spike. "Bastard." The words was hissed out. Dean then surged in and kissed him.

“Bet you say that to all the boys,” Spike muttered against Dean’s lips, allowing himself to get manhandled. Now that they were back firmly on the ground, the hunter deserved to take control... get back a bit of what he’d lost up on the ledge. He was shoved and kissed and pushed all the way to the stairs, and even dragged roughly down to ground level. Right...end of the road.

Pulling away his swollen mouth, Spike stared at him. “I’ll be seeing you again?” He knew he would. He knew it as surely as he knew what would happen if he walked out into the sun.

Dean looked up to the ledge, his own lips still burning from the kissing. He was leaving clothing behind but he had his jeans and the keys to the car where in his pocket as well as his wallet. Dean looked back to Spike. "Maybe, when I'm in town." Dean winked at him before turning and walking away.


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