An Unholy Union

Weeks passed. Long weeks in Dean's eyes. It was as Spike said. Dean's body ached and longed. Though giving credit to Dean, he found he didn't actually jack off in front of his brother, but the shower, that was another case. It had been especially bad for the first couple of days after he’d left Spike, when his body still ached.

Snow was starting to fall and the weather had gotten drastically cooler. Dean and Sam had already been across the country and back and found themselves in a town just north of where Dean had been hooking up with the vampire. They had just finished up a case, killied a Weindego and now it was time to unwind.

"Dude, are these things getting wiser to us or are we just ..." Sam shook his head, dropping onto his bed.

Dean wasn't listening as he was changing his shirt and pulling on a jacket. "I think we’re just tired. We need a break." Dean finally answered as he grabbed his keys.

"Where you going?" Sam asked in sitting up.

"Out." Dean answered as he checked his wallet then looked to Sam. "What?" He asked as his brother gave him a look. "I'm going out to get us some food." Which was a lie. "But you know," he was heading for the door.

"Let me guess, you aren't back get my own." Sam rolled his eyes. "Will you just ... call me, okay, if you aren't coming back." Sam tossed Dean his cell phone. Seeing he was gonna leave it.

Dean caught it and rolled his eyes, "Fine." He was out the door and soon the Impala was barreling the 100 miles distance to get to the only person who could dull the ache that had been inside dean for a while.

As Dean pulled up to the club, his stomach started to tingle with excitement and he cursed himself for acting like a girl. After scanning the place, he moved over to the bar, "Beer," he waved to the bartender, "And a question."

The blue haired demon bar tender moved over and wiped a wet bottle with a towel, before setting it in front of the hunter. “Turning into quite the regular, aren’t you?” He was inquisitive by nature and dammit, if you drank at the bar, you should expect some chit chat. “What can I do you for... or if it’s doing you’re wanting, I’m off in oh... four hours.”


Dean gave the bartender a look, demons were not at all on his list of things to 'do' except to kill. "Looking for someone." Dean threw some money on the counter, "Vampire. White spiked up hair, likes to wear leather and has those ‘come fuck me’ eyes.'”

The demon palmed the money. “Louis fits that bill quite well and has a thing for blood dolls,” he pointed at a tall vampire with long, silvery hair, standing near the band and enjoying a drink. “Just tell him how good he looks, that one likes to be flattered,” he rolled his eyes and started to move away.


Dean gave the demon a look, an annoyed one, "I said spiky hair. Short like mine," but the Demon was walking away. Dean snorted in frustration and wandered around, looking for Spike.

The music thrummed around the hunter. Bodies came together in dance and in long, hard gropes. Men in jeans... in leather. One of them felt himself get pulled back from his dance partner, and turned to find Dean staring him in the face. “What the fuck? Hey... you want in on this?” he ran his hand through his short hair thinking about the possibility of a three way with a human sandwiched between himself and the other Grolich demon.

Dean swore, irritated by the flashing lights and the growing need in him to find the vampire. He thought he’d found him, but no. Instead it was some other guy with dark mascara around his eyes. Glaring, Dean shoved him away. "No, thought you were someone else. Should have known better, he has better taste."

He walked away, searching, seeking and more annoyed by the minute. He swore, the next person he mistook for Spike was gonna get punched from pure frustration. While searching, he snagged a few more drinks. What was in them, he didn't care. All he wanted was the burn clear down his chest.

People standing on the stairs or higher levels watched as a sea of dancer parted. Some guy was starting to make a nuisance of himself, pushing and shoving people around. Death threats were freely shouted alongside swear words and suggestions as to who or what he could go fuck. It was as if he was deaf to their words, walking with single mindedness on a mission no one could fathom.

A seven foot giant bouncer moved in front of the hunter. “Calm your shit. You know the rules... fuck or be fucked, but start a fight and you’re out.” He didn’t have to stand close to the hunter to smell the liquor off him.

It wasn't till Dean ran into the lumbering giant that he backed up and looked up. Dean's green eyes shined with a glassy drunk film in the lights that flashed. He raised an eyebrow then gave a laugh. "Rules. You bastards break the rules every chance you get. Fuck you."

“Not in here, asshole... or I’d be tearing you a new one right now,” the hulking demon growled.

“I got him, he’s cool. Come on, I’ll give you cock like you’ve never had.” It wasn’t for nothing that people called him Extra, the way he was hung. Any human who demanded he wear a condom was out of luck, they just didn’t make them that large. Extra had been lusting after this sweet little human hunter for a long time. This was his chance. Wrapping his arm around the hunter’s back, he leaned in and forced his tongue down his throat.

Dean placed his hand on him and pushed him away then drew back throwing a punch then a kick. He was a fighter and he knew how to fight against those where were bigger than him. "Not in your life time, fuckwad." He charged after him, throwing his body at Extra, sending him crashing into tables and dancers.

There was a reason fighting wasn’t allowed. Considering the patrons... the place was like a tinder box ready to go up in flames. Someone got hit... someone got shoved too hard, and then the punches would start flying.

Extra came back and hit the hunter back with everything he had., not even the hulking bouncer could cow him in the heat of a fight. The bouncer dove into it, but it was too late... others got involved. Bones cracked. Curses rent the air. People shouted and fucked to the sounds of fighting… to some the pheromones that were released by high emotions were like aphrodisiacs.

The demon hunter was outnumbered, though he gave as good as he got. Many a grunt was due to the inopportune landing of his boot in a mouth or against a chest or head.

Dean was paying for his actions but at least he was feeling alive. He was tossed around like a rag doll at times, getting cuts on his back. Bruises were gonna show on his chest and arms. It wasn't till he stumbled back and fell over that a swarm of the patrons grabbed him.

Dean thrashed and cursed, shouted at the top of his lungs for them to put him down. They ignored his shouts and Dean was soon flying out the door.

"Stay out and don't come back."

* * *

One night later, Spike lounged outside a motel room until he saw Sam walk out and head for a liquor store across the street. He’d probably be back in five, maybe ten minutes, the vampire reckoned.

The motel door was slightly ajar. Considering it an ‘invitation,’ Spike slipped inside. The room was sparse. Two beds, a nightstand and a telly. And a scent that would draw the vampire out anywhere... his scent.

That and the thought that Dean might already be naked made the vampire go hard as he walked toward the sound of the shower. He pushed the bathroom door open, then locked it behind him without turning around. He was there, behind that moving curtain. Spike could smell his need. Any moment now, he’d start touching himself, if he hadn’t yet.

Unceremoniously opening the curtain, Spike leered at Dean, his heated gaze traveling up and down his water slicked fit body. “Heard you were looking for me. Know how to cause a stir, don’t you,” he drawled.

Dean jerked his head around only to see the man he had been looking for not too long ago. Green eyes blinked through water striking his skin, and then Dean lashed out and punched Spike. "Fuck off," Dean jerked the curtain closed.

Spike wiped the blood off the corner of his mouth, and licked it. So the hunter was worse off than he’d thought.

Grasping the curtain again, he pulled it all the way to the side and stepped inside fully clothed, into Dean’s space... in his face, with hardly any room for either of them to move. “You can hit me. If that’s what you need.” His blue gaze never wavered from Dean’s greens.

Dean narrowed his eyes, wiping the water from them as he glared at the vampire. "You better get out of here, my brother will be back soon." It was taking everything in Dean to restrain himself. But it wasn't from punching Spike again. It was that damn longing he had. The one that had been burning inside him like a fire that threatened to take him over. The one that caused him to get into the fight.

Suddenly, Dean grabbed, fingers curling into leather, and he jerked the vampire forward so their lips could meet in a searing demanding kiss. His tongue invaded and tasted the blood, but also tasted more. Spike was becoming like a drug that Dean needed just to keep rational and functioning. It shouldn't be like this. Dean was a hunter. Trained to kill the supernatural and yet all he could think of was getting fucked whenever Spike was around him.

Their teeth clinked... had to hurt, but Dean didn't give any sign of it. All Spike knew was that Dean was practically mauling him, kissing him with the same pent up aggression he'd let loose in kicking arse at the club. Spike was on the receiving end of a tongue fucking, so hot, so desperate, so bloody aggressive, it was a good thing he was a vampire and could take it. Sliding his hand behind Dean's head, he kissed him back, leaning into his naked body... groaning when he felt Dean's leg stick, and slide, and stick again as it moved against the surface of Spike's now wet leather pants.

The friction was what Dean needed. It made Dean shiver and if he concentrated hard enough he could probably get off. But that wasn't what Dean wanted at the moment. As he continued to kiss Spike, his hands pressed between their bodies and he was undoing the belt and fasteningss of those leather pants. Once he got them open, Dean pulled back, breaking the kiss and dragging air into his burning lungs. He grabbed at the leather coat, pushing it off Spike's body and tossing it out of the shower. It mad a loud wet noise as it thumped to the floor.

The floor was a sopping mess, but neither man seemed to notice. This was the first time Spike had seen Dean in a fully lit place with no strobe lights, no music to break into his concentration, and he was drinking in every inch of that powerful oh-so-fuckable body. Then it sank in... some thing new... something just for Spike. Right there, slightly over his heart, Dean had been inked. When his heated gaze finally traveled back up, he saw violence and impatience in Dean’s eyes, and started to tug off the tee shirt sticking to his body.

Dean wished he had his knife ... he would have cut the blasted annoying material off. Once Spike pulled it over his head, Dean snatched it and like the coat, tossed it out. He heard a banging on the door while he shoved Spike back into the tile wall a loud thump.


"Dean? You okay?" Came Sam's voice laced with concern.


"Yes!" Dean shouted while shoving and peeling Spikes leather pants down.


Spike bit down on the curse at the tip of his tongue. One look at the way Dean’s chest was heaving, and the single-minded way he was stripping him, he knew that not even the presence of his brother was going to stop him from getting what he needed. He tried to bend and help with the pants, which were more difficult to get off, but once again, he was pushed away and Dean worked them off and threw them out.

When he came back up, Spike ignored the warning flashing in his greens and stepped forward, putting one hand over Dean’s sun encircled star tattoo, and another firmly around his waist, and bringing their mouths together for another furious kiss.

Dean grabbed at Spike's hand, pulling it away from his tattoo and pinning it against the tile as he used his body to trap the vampire against the tile. He ground his hips against Spike’s, rubbing their cocks together. There was no way that this time Spike was gonna take charge. Dean was too revved up. Too needy for that to happen. The aggression and aggravation that built that night he went looking for Spike was still heavy on Dean. There were also thoughts, ones he cared not to admit, but jealous thoughts that Spike had been off with someone else.

Spike tried to push him back, but saw that Dean meant business. That he needed this. Easing up, he leaned his head back and allowed Dean to fuck him ... to tell him where his hand could and could not go, to show him how this game would be played.

Their initial struggle for control had made some noise, and Sam was banging on the door again. But each slide of Dean’s body against his detonated Spike’s senses, and he couldn’t give a damn what Dean’s brother thought.

Dean paused long enough to yell, "Go away!" That silenced the banging and he went back to working his mouth over Spike's neck, knowing how he liked it. The flats of his teeth scored a bit, leaving red marks.

He moved lower, biting, sucking, caressing, gripping. He was on his knees and didn't hesitate to capture Spike's cock between his full lips and suck its crown, letting his tongue lash over him. His hand curled around Spike’s length, now stroking in time with his mouth. He was gonna give Spike something to remember as well. Gonna make him miss his mouth then his cock inside him.

“Sodding hell!” Blinding heat had Spike jerking and knocking the plumbing with his hand. The strong spray of water turned scorching hot. He cursed again, fiddled with it until he shut the bloody water off. And all the while, Dean never stopped his relentless sucking.

Spike’s cock pulsed and ached until he couldn’t help but grip Dean’s head to assure he wouldn’t move away, as he started to fuck his mouth. “Take me... all of me,” he demanded, riding his mouth... fuck... fuck he needed to come.


Dean allowed it for a moment, long moments before both hands pushed Spke’s hips back once again and he was deep throating the vampire on his own, swallowing hard at the back of his throat till he pulled off fully. Dean surged back up, knowing he hadn’t allowed the vampire to come and it was aggravating him to no end.

He turned Spike around, legs parting Spike's while a hand was at the back of his neck to hold him in place. He leaned in, "You are gonna be mine," came the growl as he grasped his own cock to push it between wet butt cheeks to find Spike’s opening. There was gonna be pain on both sides but soon it would be sweet.

He hadn’t been buggered in at least... right, he’d never been buggered. With Dean’s slick, hard body sliding against him... with his thick arousal pressing at his entrance, the vampire’s mind grew cloudy under a storm of emotions. Need. Desire. Desperation. And bloody, fucking, sodding hell... love.

He put an arm against the tile, to cushion his face, and used his free hand to reach behind him. His fingers dug into Dean’s ass, encouraging him. “Come on... do it, then. Or will you be needing a manual?”

Dean responded by squeezing Spike's neck, not out of anger but out of over-heated arousal. His cock was pushing, straining, burning before his crown breached Spike. He kept pushing till his hips were flat against round ass cheeks and he was pressing Spike against the tile.

Dean shuddered from the sheer heat, tightness and relief of finally being inside. He sighed against the vampire's ear, "Gowd, so fucking tight and good." Dean started to move, a hand placing a bruising grip upon Spike's hip as he worked at thrusting in and out of Spike, driving inside with the need and desire he had been carrying around for too long. "Mine now," Dean huffed out.

“Who is arguing?” Spike asked, as his forehead banged into his forearm again. Sonova... he needed more room, he... his teeth rattled as Dean slammed inside him again, and again. “Right there... right there,” he strained to turn his head and emphasize his point, knowing Dean didn’t have the experience. “Fuck me... and don’t stop. Need it,” he said, letting Dean see inside his very soul.

Dean was lost in the pleasures he was experiencing. Lost in how Spike was reacting. When asked for ‘right there’, he gave it to him. When told not to stop, he groaned his reply, "Don't intend to. Need to fuck." Dean bucked his hips harder, faster, the sounds from them both filling the room. He rubbed his face into the back of Spike's hair, and reached around to grasp and pump Spike’s cock. He could tell Spike was close.


Just as Spike had done to him many times, Dean lowered his head to Spike's mouth, attempting to kiss him between grunts and breaths. "C'mon, let me feel you squeeze me."


Flooded by scorching heat, Spike twisted around as best he could, one arm raised and behind Dean’s head, supporting it as he hungrily kissed him back. The sensation of fucking and getting fucked was too much... too intense for him to try to regain control of the game. Letting go completely, he squeezed his muscles around Dean’s cock and bucked back and forth... fucking his hand, fucking his cock... fucking his mouth... throbbing... aching....burning up. “Fuck... Dean... De—“

The hunter had put his hand over Spike’s mouth, still kissing him each time his hand slid away, but it did its job... muffling Spike’s shouts as he came and came.

Dean's cock felt like it was in a vice, squeezed hard as Spike released. But it wasn't so tight that Dean couldn't keep driving into him till he felt his own release spark, burn and explode in a fire that had him spilling into Spike's ass. He used Spike's mouth to drown out his own grunts and groans, his cries as he came.

When the white heat finally subsided, Dean turned the rough kisses into something softer. His sticky wet hand slid up Spike's chest to caress and hold them close. "There ... that is what I needed." Dean kissed him again before attempting to extract himself from the vampire.

Spike spun around but pulled him back, moving his mouth over Dean’s and teasing another long kiss out of him, before pressing his mouth against the pulse banging against the side of his throat. Temptation. He fought it and pulled back, running his knuckles down the side of Dean’s face. “I know. It’s why I came, yeah?”

One of them turned the water back on, but neither one moved.

Dean leaned into the caress, vulnerable and unable to hide the need to be loved and cared for. He’d lacked it nearly all his life but given so much of it to those he cared about. As the water spilled over them, Dean ran his hands over Spike, caressing, basking, but knew Sam was out there, waiting, wondering.

After a few moments and a few last kisses, Dean shut the water off and pushed back the shower curtain. Clothing was everywhere, water seeped under the door. Dean grabbed a towel and tossed it to Spike, "Here." He grabbed his own and dried somewhat but then tied it about his waist.

Spike held the towel, but didn’t quite use it. “He’s wearing a hole in the carpet,” he whispered. “You’d best calm him. Do you want my number, or something?” Just like that, he saw Dean’s expression change. Close up... slam shut.

He gave a forced shrug and picked up his sopping wet tee shirt, wringing it out on the floor. “Would be one way for me know you’re going to the club. Save them some damage,” he offered as an explanation.

Dean was about to answer when he heard Sam yelling, "Dean?! You okay in there? Answer me?" That hint of panic and worry in Sam’s voice cut through Dean like no one else or nothing else could. Dean just looked at Spike before throwing open the door and coming out.

"Don't get your panties in a wad," Dean answered calmly though his skin was still flushed.

"What the hell?!" He went to push past his older brother when Dean stepped in front of him.

"What are you worried about? I didn't break any of the fixtures," Dean looked a bit annoyed at Sam as he usually did.

Sam pushed past his brother and looked in, seeing water on the floor, the shower curtain pulled back and towels all over. He looked back at his brother. "Just what were you doing in there? Fighting with your ..." Sam paused then held up his hand, "Maybe I don't want to know."

"Order dinner yet?" Dean asked, glancing into the empty bathroom before looking for a change of clothes.

(A/N 1 - we have a snaggable Dean icon prezzie, if you want it, get it from http://virtualpersonal.livejournal.com/134601.html#cutid1)

(A/N 2 - Is anyone reading over here? If not, I will just direct to LJ for future chapters. Let us know!)