An Unholy Union

Dean was comfortable or perhaps he was just worn out. He slept more soundly after each tumble. This time when he reached out for Spike, he found air. This made the Hunter's eyes shoot open and he turned looking at the empty space. Was it all a dream? Though his body wasn't telling him so. He sat up. No sounds in the bathroom. So where the hell did he go? "Fuckin' ..."

Spike pushed the door of the motel room open and could not have been more pleased at the sight of Dean with his swollen lips, wide eyes, and a thoroughly fucked look. “Had a good day, did you lu—Dean?”

Dean's greens shot to Spike and relief washed over him. He dropped back on the bed, trying to look casual as he leaned on one elbow while running a hand through his messed up hair, "Yeah, you?" He looked at the bags, "I hope there is coffee in one of those."

“Plenty of coffee, and food. I mean the real stuff, not pizza, yeah?” his gaze went pointedly to the overflowing trash can, before he walked over and set a strong cup of coffee down on the night stand, and a boxed up lasagna dinner. “What the bloody fuck is a manwich? They asked if I wanted one.” He paused. “Told them I’d already had one.”

Dean grabbed the coffee and started drinking. At least it covered up the smirk that wanted to play on his face at Spike's comment. "Ground beef with sauce on a bun. Don't get one." He grabbed the lasagna and started eating, when he noticed the other bag and motioned to it with his fork, mouth still full, "What's in there?"

“Presents. Don’t get too excited, used your money,” he admitted, tossing Dean’s wallet next to the coffee, then digging into the bag.

"Not my money," Dean corrected, knowing he had to have used one of the fake credit cards. He took another bite then nearly choked as he saw the pink shirt that appeared from the bag. "PINK? That is so not for me. No way. N'ah"

Spike gave him a look. “It’ll make you look less dangerous. Might make you feel less dangerous and remind you not to do anything stupid, though I’m not counting on it.” Placing it on the bed, he imagined Dean in it, then turned again to look at him. “I want to see you in it. Might be a good time practice doing what you’re told.”

Dean quirked an eyebrow at the vampire. "You really want me to wear that." He looked at the shirt. "This is just to get even, isn't it." He grabbed it. Guy had taste in material though. He looked at Spike then with a breath, pulled it on. "I feel like a dork."

In two strides, Spike was leaning over him and kissing him. Hard. “Don’t look like one. Believe me.” Pulling away before they were drawn into another round of sex, he took out the second present. It was a leather collar, with ‘Spike’s’ written in Silver on the front. “Turn around.”

Dean felt his breath leave him. That damn kiss was just not long enough but it was a good thing Spike pulled away. Dean could already feel his body react. He looked down at the shirt, was studying it when he lifted his eyes up under his lashes to see the collar. He quirked an eyebrow again as he read the writing. "Spike's?" He looked at him.

“Did you expect me to pick up something that said ‘Bill’s?’” He twirled his index finger in the air, gesturing again, for the hunter to turn and allow him to put it around his neck.

"Is this really ..." He saw the look on Spike's face and turned. He wasn't removing his talisman though. He hadn’t taken it off since that Christmas many years ago when their dad hadn’t come home and Sam had given him the present from Bobby meant for their dad. Dean had done his best to give Sam a good Christmas but, it was also a time where his little brother learned the truth and Dean had to start teaching him, explaining to him, filling him in and honestly, it hurt Dean deeply to do that. Sam's innocence was gone the moment Dean put that talisman on.

Spike quickly tied it on. “Don’t look so glum, pet. It makes you look… manly. I’d show you, but we’d best get going once you’re done.”

As Dean finished eating, Spike secured the colt inside his trench coat and was very aware of Dean’s eyes following him around. “Anyone told you that you need to learn to share? It’s yours, yeah? But you can’t get it inside,” he reminded him, pocketing the bullets Dean had made.

"Just, don't let that fall in the wrong hands. It's the only weapon I have against those demons." He pulled his ripped jeans on and was ready. He started heading for the door. "Manly, in a pink shirt and collar. I'm a walking irony."

* * *

The wrought iron gates to Dark Haven were located in the cavernous old aqueduct. Miles before reaching them, the tunnels were filled with vampires and those guarding the entrance. Spike couldn’t believe that Dean had been so foolish as to try…. not once, but several times… to slip inside. It was a wonder he’d survived at all.

They’d parked as close as they could in one of the wide tunnels, and then had no trouble getting in together. Vampires stepped aside, and allowed them entrance. Spike didn’t know whether to be annoyed or fill up with pride at the number of eyes that followed Dean. For all the hunter’s complaints about the pink shirt, if he wasn’t blind, he’d see how much worse it could have been. Most of the human companions were clad in very little actual clothes. When a male escort, on a leash, and wearing metal studded g-strings walked by, Spike gave Dean a look demanding a bit of gratitude.

The area past the gates looked liked a continuation of the acuaducts. There were tunnels leading to or connecting various large chambers. The tunnels were lined with rooms, while the large chambers held group activities. Once, these activities had held more allure for Spike.

Dean walked slightly behind Spike who was dressed in his leathers. Both men hadn't bothered to shower after that last round because Spike had informed him it was best they smelled like sex. To Dean, they reeked of it. He was sticky from cum on his body. And the damn collar was itching a bit. However one thing Dean did know, as much as he hated it, he did look good in that pink shirt. If he needed proof, it was the way people were watching him… he just knew he was being sexually objectified.

As the pair moved through halls, some Vampires roamed or loitered, while others moved with purpose. There were many humans, chained, tagged, dressed for sex or bondage fun. Some looked unhappy, but as far as Dean could see, many looked pleased and willing, stroking or following their 'masters.'

They entered one of the large chambers. It was littered with pillows, veils, tables, drinks and writhing bodies. Like the club where he’d met Spike, there was public kissing and fucking, though the ratio of women were far greater.

At the far end of the room, a woman sitting and watching the sexual frenzy raised her head and looked at Spike.

Spike’s eyes glittered. He stopped until Dean caught up, put his arm possessively around his waist and whispered in his ear. “She hates me, that one, but knows everyone. Let’s see if we can get anything out of her.”

As he dragged his human toward the dark haired vampire. Spike was keenly aware of how Dean was checking out her large breasts, barely covered by her mesh top. “Eyes up,” he gritted out.

Dean was only 'human' after all and how could he not notice that body. Lots of lovely curves, all the way down and back up again. She was a delicious bit. Sadly, a vampire. "Yeah, yeah, not that it will make a difference." How could one not look at those breasts. Those lips as well. Damn fine woman. Spike seemed to know the pretty people.

His fingers dug into Dean’s side for an instant, but then he loosened his grip and stopped in front of the woman. “Still finding it too entertain here to leave, I see, Vicky. Looking bloody fine, though.”

Veronika tipped her head and smiled at Spike, "And you know how I hate to be called that." She moved up closer to Spike, "Well, I must say I do find better playmates here, than the ones you have been around lately. Though," she leaned and looked at Dean.

“No one ever accused you of having good taste.” Releasing his boy, Spike looked him over. “He’s a bit rough about the edges, but he tries. And where is your harem?” The last time he’d seen her was years ago. Back then, she had a stable of men and women at her beck and call. “Haven’t gone and done a foolish thing like giving up sex, have you?”

She gave a laugh and moved away, "No, they’re around," She waved her hand, "C'mon, come to my rooms and get comfortable. Then tell me what you want. I know you too well, William. You don't come here with a pet unless you’re bored or want something. And a lovely pet he is. What is his name?"

“Dean-o,” Spike casually said, following the brunet to the rooms she kept at the Haven. “Had fun breaking him in. Anyway, you’re right about one thing… I want something.” Several tall men stood right outside her rooms, and gave them the once over before they moved aside and allowed them to walk inside with her.

With its comfortable sofas, plush fur rugs and strategically placed mirrors to reflect the humans, the place was made for sex. Spike knew that even the dungeon room she kept below stairs had black velvet lining the walls and floors. That was not to say that she didn’t have some serious fun in there, but it wasn’t the sort Spike had ever been interested in.

Spike sat down, very aware that Dean was now standing behind him. “I’m looking for a human. Hear he was brought to Dark Haven. This time if you’ve got answers for me, I’ve got the blunt to pay for them.” She never ventured to the outside world, but it was still money that made the world go round. Her purchases at the human slave market had to be financed somehow.

"You, looking for a human? Is he as good looking as this one?" Veronika tipped her head.

Dean wanted to say it was his brother but he gritted his teeth and looked down at the ground, his hands tightly clasped behind his back.

"Why, William?" Veronika asked, motioning for drinks.

“Let’s just say he took something from me, and disappeared before he finished paying for it.” When her gaze rested on him, he knew she wouldn’t let it go at that. “I like to watch him. I like to force him to fuck Dean,” he closed his eyes as if he were imagining it. He could smell the anger roiling off Dean… could hear the human’s heart pounding. “Dean doesn’t like it as much,” he added, smirking as he opened his eyes and accepted the drink.

Veronika seemed to bathe in Dean's anger. She gave a little sound as she opened her eyes, her chest heaving as well. "You do have some delicious fun, William. So tell me about this human. There are lots here." She crossed her legs, showing them off.

Spike took the whiskey laced blood that was offered and knocked some of it back. “Tall. Six feet, five or six inches or so. Name’s Sam Winchester,” he met her gaze. “There are plenty who should know him, even if you don’t recognize the name. Demon hunter. Or he was.” Giving a malicious smile, Spike added, “Now he’s a plaything and fucks on command. Think you can flush him out?”

"Winchester, name sounds familiar," she took a drink of the blood in her glass. "But I would like to know, what you intend to offer me in trade?"

“Told you,” he patted his pocket. “How much are you asking? I’ll pay enough to buy you a new playmate, or two. Don’t be greedy, mind. There are other places I could go to,” he reminded her. It was true, and he planned to, but she had the largest network of associates since she never left the place.

"Then maybe you should try pimping your money there. I have no need for it, William. I have enough playmates." She uncrossed her legs then leaned forward, "But I'll take him for a night,” she looked Dean over.

Things had changed. She didn’t need blunt anymore, bloody great. “Stop playing games, Veronika. What do you want? Someone’s head on a plate? A charm or an artifact from the outside? Name it and I’ll get it, but let’s not waste any time here.”

She leaned back, noting how annoyed he got. She smiled, "Him," she motioned with her chin to Dean.

Spike grew dangerously quiet. “What do you want him for?” He didn’t turn, didn’t look at Dean once. “Thought you said you had better playmates on the inside.”

"I said I had plenty of playmates. Not better. Besides, I want to see what you find so fascinating in him to make you get that greedy little 'that is my toy' look on your face." She smirked as she got up and walked around Dean, running her hand over his body.

“Do I, now?” Spike still didn’t turn. He did, however hear his boy’s pulse kick up and it made him want to smash a few heads together. “How quickly can I expect an answer on Sam?”

"Give me a day or two?" she answered. She leaned in and took a deep breath of Dean who was looking down at her with his head slightly tilted. She ran her hand over Dean's chest then started taking his shirt off.

"Whoa, honey, you take off my shirt, you have to be the same way too." Dean smirked knowing that would irk Spike.

She gave a chuckle, then leaned down to Spike to whisper in his ear, "Oh I can see why you like him. You want your information. You want that other boy, then you will do this. And if you get pouty, you have to watch as well. You know I'm the best here at getting you what you need, William."

Options. There weren’t many good ones. Maybe if he’d come around here more often… maybe if he hadn’t lost contact with his old mates. The glass shattered in Spike’s hand, its red contents leaked through his fingers as he shook his hand out, then whipped it around to grip Veronika’s chin. “One hour, Vicky. One hour, and you keep him out of the dungeon. Don’t want him marked.”

Her lips twisted into a lopsided scarlet smile. "One hour then. No dungeon. You'll find your other boy and I hope you let me watch as they do fuck." She pulled away and grabbed Dean's hand. "C'mon, pet."

Dean looked at Spike, giving him that look that asked if there was any other way. However the vampire wasn't looking at him and she was much too strong as she pulled Dean. Dean drew in a breath and as he done so many times before, knew what he had to do. For Sam. For other reasons. With one more look toward Spike, he turned back to the female vampire.

She stopped at the entrance to her bedroom, grabbed Dean's shirt and tore it off him, wiping her chin and tossing the shirt back to Spike. "And do clean up the mess."

“Not your bloody servant. You’ve got fifty eight minutes left.” Bloody, bugger, bumfuck… His eyes burned as Veronika pulled Dean inside her room and shut the door. Another full minute passed, and then Spike was on his feet, lighting up.

He tried not to listen. Tried not to recognize the sound of Dean’s belt buckle being undone. His zipper. He looked up and took a long drag on his smoke, and then started to pace. It was going to be the longest bloody hour of his life.

He wasn’t wrong. Dean’s breathing started to get erratic. Was he going down on the bitch? Was she going down on him. The sounds she was making now… He ran a hand over his forehead and eyes, trying not to imagine Dean’s hands on the vampire’s breasts… but they were there, he just knew it.

He paced some more. Fuck. Dean was swearing now. She could make him swear like that…. Groan like that. Was she holding him in place, like Dean liked? Did she know he liked to be forced to give up control? Did she realize if she gave it back to him right before he released, he would shout louder… shoot farther.

He tossed the cigarette butt to the ground and pulled out another, this time playing with it rather than lighting up. Come on….

It was like the sound of hoofs thundering down a road. Dean’s heart was banging out of control. Was he on top? Was he under her? Did he need her… need it as badly as he had last night? Spike ran an uncharacteristically shaky hand through his hair again and braced.

There it was, both of them releasing. She was fucking calling Dean’s name. If Dean… if he said her name…. Fuck… He was slowly going out of his mind here.

Then it was Dean’s hoarse cry. Pleasure laced with fear. Spike was through her door in time to see her sink her teeth into the side of Dean’s throat. In two strides, he was at the side of the bed, grasping her hair and yanking her off. “Bitch!”

She hit the wall, somewhere behind him. Spike’s gaze was laser focused on the bite, but he knew he couldn’t show any sympathy. Pulling at the silken sheets, he tossed it at Dean, same way she had tossed Dean’s shirt at him. “Wipe it. Then wait for me inside. Put your shirt back on, “ he snarled.

Dean was breathing heavily, mostly out of fear … of being bitten and of Spike’s harsh expression. He was stuck in a den, outnumbered, and feeling a bit helpless. He didn’t like that feeling, or the fact his life depended on this Vampire who possibly hated him even if they had incredible sex the night before. He took the sheet, grabbed his pants to pull them on and was out the door, tempted to just leave to find Sam.

Veronika was up and at Spike. She grabbed him and whipped him around to slam him against the wall he had thrown her into. "You are pathetic," she breathed up close to him. "You actually care for your toy?"

She was naked, and in his face, and Spike didn’t give a fuck. He backhanded her, and followed when she fell back onto the bed. When she scrambled up, Spike moved in, game-faced, angry, vicious. Wrapping both hands around her delicate throat, he shook her. “You took something from me. You owe me,” he snarled, pushing her up against the headboard. “I want answers, Vicky. I want them tomorrow. Or it’s William the Bloody you’ll be seeing next time. Tomorrow.”

She licked the blood from the corner of her lips, just staring at him "You will have your answers, William. But just know this," She leaned in closer, pressing her luck with him, "You care too much for your toy. It will be your downfall."

“When I’m through with my toy, I will kill him myself. Until then, I don’t share very well.” If he didn’t need her, she’d be laying in a pool of her own blood. “You got what you wanted.” He wasn’t a fool, he understood now what she’d been after wasn’t Dean at all, but to get to him… to William the Bloody. “Now get me what I need.” Gently, he let her go, and shifted back.

Dean was dressed, and rubbing his sore neck. He glanced at the door. Sam was out there. Somewhere. He started for it when he heard the other door open and stopped, looking back. Not even the Spike’s angry expression was robbing him of his determination.

Spike strode inside. “Put this back on, and don’t take it off again. Not for anything, or I will deal with you myself.” Shoving the collar back into Dean’s hand, he walked out into the hall tunnels.

Dean looked at the collar, "I didn't take it off, she did. She wanted to see how many marks you were covering." He mumbled as he followed Spike out and fastened the collar.

Spike stopped, and turned, locking gazes with Dean. “Next time anyone… I mean anyone tries to take it off, you tell them William killed the last vampire who did that.” He could smell Veronica on Dean, and was still struggling with the fact her teeth marks were on his throat.

Dean locked eyes with him. Spike was angry. Very angry. Dean didn't know if he should be pleased or fearful. "Sure. Will tell them that." He followed Spike, "Where to now."

“Getting a room. You’re taking a shower, you stink of her. Then we’re going to a few bars, see what some people I know have to say. If they’re still there.” The dark tunnels were pulsing with life and unlife, and there were eyes everywhere. People assessing who belonged to whom, who would be invited to what event. Who was worth fighting over. Spike’s granite features warned everyone off Dean.

Dean felt his hands itch. He felt like he was wasting time. Sam needed to be found. But where was he? This asking questions. Talking to connections, it was one thing when Sam was with him, but another when he was looking for his brother.

He waited as Spike had a word with someone and money was exchanged, and then the man pointed them to their room. Once he was inside, Dean pulled off the shirt and tossed it aside. It was ruined by blood stains that marked his chest as well. He pulled the collar off but gently set it aside along with his own talisman. Eyes on Spike, he paused at the door, wanting to say something but what? What should he say? He sighed and stepped wordlessly into the bathroom.

For a long time, Spike listened to the water running. He wanted to be in the shower with Dean. He wanted to wipe her off him. Focus. Get the brother out. Be finished with this. He said it to himself like a mantra, pacing as he waited for Dean to come out.

Dean scrubbed up, washing her touch and smells off him. He swore as the water hit his throat, his wound burned. Finally, he climbed out, dried off and walked out with a towel about his waist. Dean knew better than to pause to take a moment to gaze at Spike. He grabbed the collar and started to put it on. At least it would cover the bite. His talisman was next. Finally, Dean looked at Spike, "Wouldn't happen to have another shirt I can wear?" He asked as he grabbed his jeans so he could pull them on with his underwear.

Crossing the room, Spike picked up a folded black vest held together by silver buckles. “Put this on.” Still annoyed, his gaze clashed with Dean’s.

Dean pulled up the zipper of his jeans that were ripped at the knees. He’d had a lot to think about while in the shower. Mostly, he was a bit taken aback at how Spike was acting. Sure they had incredible sex the night before but things between them were still a bit chilled. So the vampire's attitude was, honestly a bit strange.

Wordlessly, he took the vest. As he was fastening the buckles, he studied Spike’s tense stance. The vampire was brooding.

The silence stretched between them, the tension ratcheting up.

Suddenly, Dean stepped over to Spike, cupping his hand behind the vampire's head and pulling him close. He tipped his head, kissing him as used his body to back Spike up to the wall. Dean's mouth devoured, sucked and fucked at Spike's mouth. He was showing what he wanted, really wanted, needed and desired. Dean bared himself to the vampire, letting him feel what his body wanted… how hard his cock got when they kissed. "I only get this way for you."

It wasn’t what he’d wanted. Wasn’t what he’d expected. But it was what he’d needed. Fire and ice. Gentle and rough. Fast and slow. Angry. Heated. Dean. Mouth to mouth, and up hard against him. “Not a bloody idiot,” Spike argued, yet kissing him back, groping, dragging the hunter as close as he could.

"And neither am I. You’ve spoiled me for women," Dean rocked his hips against Spike, running his hands over him, groping at whatever bits of the vampire’s body he could while he dragged his mouth down Spike's neck.

“Right. I’m magical, that way.” Fuck, why couldn’t he just push Dean away, why couldn’t he make him shut that lying mouth? “Got ears mate," he bit his lower lip as Dean dragged his erection up his body, sending Spike up in flames. Push… but he was pulling. Say no… but his mouth was insisting on ‘yes’ as it skimmed over Dean’s jaw, his throat.

"Gotta take one for the team," Dean answered as he sank his teeth against Spike's throat and bit, sucked then pulled to attempt to leave a mark. He brought his mouth back over to Spike's mouth.

This was all wrong, he was the one supposed to be in control. Spike turned them around, slamming Dean’s back into the wall. His throat burned where Dean had almost broken his skin. It was a good burn. “That what it was?” Stupid question, really. Any red blooded bloke who saw Veronika couldn’t help but be interested. He cupped Dean’s cock, rubbed it until he saw Dean’s eyes cloud. “Did she hold you down? Fuck you like I do?” Each question sent a shard of glass into the vampire’s gut.

"You were holding me down. You were the one who was fucking me. It might have been her but I was thinking of you. Damnit, I didn't like it. Her fucking me, but you sent me in there," Dean's hands were trying to push but not as forcefully as they might have been if he were really trying to get away, and his hips were surging. He soundlessly swore because his spine was melting from the contact.


Spike’s cock filled and surged. He held Dean still and kept jacking him until he couldn’t stand it and had to lean in, to thrust his cock against the hunter hard. “I know I did.” Fucking hell, he’d had to, and logically he knew Dean hadn’t done anything wrong… didn’t really belong to him. “I… couldn’t stand it. Didn’t want to see you… hear you with anyone.” And then the tide of words were stemmed as he crushed his mouth over Dean’s and they fucked, and fucked, riding each other as if they hadn’t had sex in months.

Dean held Spike tight to him, rocking his hips. The friction through their pants was burning. A pleasant burn. But he wanted contact and struggled to pull open Spike's pants and reached inside. "How can you break through my defenses. Only one." He pulled and jerked Spike’s cock. "Just you."

“Right.” He wanted to believe. But at the moment, he wanted even more to come… to make Dean come. To burn all remaining images of Veronika out of his mind and his boy’s mind. Returning the favor, he freed Dean’s cock and leaned his forehead against the hunter’s as he closed his eyes and moved his closed fist up and down. There was silence, broken only by the sounds of panting and the occasional groan as each of the men was lost to everything but need.

Dean thumped his head back against the wall. He groaned wishing and not wishing that Spike would believe his words. He kept rocking then gasped, his breath hitching. His lips were near Spike's ear, "Spike," he breathed, shaking, "I lo..." He was cut off as he released, swearing how good it was. Perhaps it was a good thing. The way things were between them, it might have been the wrong time to say that and maybe he shouldn’t say it at all.

As Dean’s fingers slipped off his shaft, Spike leaned in and fucked the hunter’s hip, pulling away slightly as he came hard, shooting his load against the wall. Turning his head slightly, he kissed Dean again. After a few moments, he broke the kiss.

“We’d best wash up and go. Out there…” he nodded toward the door. “If I’m jealous, don’t mind me. You’re not in danger from me, yeah?”

Dean defenses were shattered. His breath was still ragged as he shifted his gaze to Spike. "Clean up. Out there," Dean's mind was trying to function, leaving him to only repeat words. Slowly it started to kick back in. He nodded. "I don't know, you are kind of cute when you’re jealous." Dean smirked. "I trust you." He leaned in and kissed him before going back to the bathroom to clean up.

Spike was quiet as he followed, but he was relaxed. And a bit amused. Damn the hunter, he could change his moods so easily.

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