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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Character:
      Sam_Winchester, Dean_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Established_Relationship, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Pre-Canon,
      Kinks
  Collections:
      Sinful_Desire
  Stats:
      Published: 2007-07-28 Words: 1560
****** Confessing Sins ******
by Fratello Del Cuore [archived by sinfuldesire_archivist]
Summary
     The boys are left to their own devices at Pastor Jim's. And what else
     to do to pass the time at a church than to confess your sins? And get
     salvation. Severe misuse of a priest collar and ruler.
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Author's notes: Not really all that kinky, Sam's sixteen, so, underaged. I so
wanted to use rosary beads as well, but thought it would be overkill, I'll just
have to save that for a later fic ;).
Thanks so much for reading!
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Dean clicked his tongue, tapping a rhythm on the pew behind him. Sam was
reading through the pamphlets that were left on the seats for the churchgoers,
dork.
 
He couldn't believe dad had left him behind, he was twenty for Christs' sake!
Sammy sure as hell didn't need a freakin' babysitter, dude was bigger than him,
and Pastor Jim had a whole arsenal at arms reach.
 
But no, apparently, a malevolent poltergeist was too much for him. He stayed
anyways, good little soldier.
 
The Pastor had left them to do their own things, except there wasn't much to do
in a church where you couldn't be loud, mess things up, or commit sin.
 
But then, Dean was never one for rules.
 
Reaching to the side, he lightly ran his hand down his brothers arm, feeling
the muscles bunch beneath his calloused skin. Sam frowned, eyes narrowing on
the paper in his grasp, stubborn bastard, wouldn't give in easily.
 
Dean was okay with that.
 
Making sure not to make a picture that would give away what he was doing, he
slid to the right, pressing close against the warm body beside him. Flattening
his hand, he slid it behind Sam's back, maneuvering it into his shirt. When it
was concealed, he moved it to the front, fingertips diving into Sam's jeans.
 
Sam jerked abruptly, moving his fingers closer to the heat that was quickly
rising, being badly covered by flimsy paper protesting God's word.
 
"Dean. What are you doing?"
 
Hissed breath, lowly said in a shaking voice.
 
Dean smirked.
 
"What d'you think, Sammy? Just passing the time."
 
He saw his brothers eyes shut tightly, trying to gain control just as his index
finger skimmed hot skin, causing him to almost fold into himself, trying to get
more pressure yet hide himself from it.
 
"Not here, Dean!" Whispered command, pretty hard to do, Sam deserved an award.
 
"You're right."
 
Sam had a moment to look confused before Dean was dragging him by the elbow to
the cellar Jim had given them the key to, it was where he kept his weapons, and
supplies.
 
When the scarred wood was shut behind him, he turned the key, locking the door.
Sam looked pissed, all indignant anger at being manhandled, badly covering the
growing lust.
 
"What the fuck, dude. We can't do this-"
 
All other words were caught and muffled in Dean's mouth, the lips open in
speech allowing him to dive his tongue in without barrier. And no matter how
much will power Sam had, he was still a sixteen year old with a hard on for his
brother, and Dean had never seen him refuse him anything when he was in the
hazy state.
 
Hands came up to clench his biceps as hips tilted forward and Dean felt Sam
raise one of those mile long legs to wrap around his waist, pulling Dean's body
flush against him.
 
He lost himself to the feeling for what must have been five minutes when he
felt Sam's thrusts become erratic. He had a plan, and Sam would only come when
he wanted him to.
 
Pulling away and ignoring Sam's whimpers, he turned to rifle through all the
extra stuff the Pastor kept in case something got ruined as it so often did in
that other line of work, hunting instincts still stayed no matter what
profession.
 
He threw a growling, "Get naked." Over his shoulder.
 
The eager rustling of cloth told him his order was being followed and damn it
if that didn't send even more blood rushing south.
 
"Ha!"
 
Holding the white priest collar in his hand, he took the few steps need to get
in front of Sam, reaching down to tie the white fabric tightly around the base
of Sam's cock.
 
Sam gave a muffled yelp, accompanied by an incredulous glance as Dean leaned up
to kiss him lightly, turning him around so that his hands were resting on the
desk covered with papers.
 
"Now, now, don't move those, wouldn't want to get Jim mad, would you?"
 
Sam gave an desperate groan, obviously giving up trying to be angry.
 
"You don't get to come unless I let you, understand?"
 
Seeing a desperate nod, Dean leaned across from him to grab the ruler that was
resting on a page of diagrams, flexing the numbered wood as he ran it gently
across the tender flesh.
 
"We gotta get you back in the grace of God, Sammy, give you salvation for your
sins, so little brother, confess."
 
Sam mumbled something that sounded vaguely like bastard and Dean smirked,
bringing down the ruler with a sharp smack.
 
Sam gasped, swaying forward as his arms trembled.
 
"I don't think that's what I asked for, again." He heard Sam swallow with
difficulty, throat closing with the embarrassment and desire.
 
"I- I stole candy bar wh-en I was five."
 
Dean smiled, moving the ruler that had been light stroking the stretch of skin
behind his balls to give another smack, reddening the plump flesh.
 
"Shame on you, bro, greed's a bad business, what else."
 
Around the panting, "I hate hunting, do- don't appreciate it."
 
A louder crack and a sharp cry as Sam bucked forward.
 
"Wrath, and sloth, tisk, tisk, you've been a bad boy Sammy."
 
Sam took a moment to think, knowing the game. "I got dr-drunk when I was
thirteen."
 
"Gluttony."
 
Sam was undulating his hips, pelvis rocking forward as he struggled to get
friction on his straining arousal, denied the relief of coming by the pure
white strip of cloth. Seemed Sammy like to get spanked.
 
"I want to be normal."
 
"Envy." A sharp tone, even harder smack.
 
Voice shaken with shame and desire, "Whe-nah, ohgod, when we're in one of th-
ose redneck town's, I-I sometim-ah's think I'm above the-em."
 
"Pride." Leaning forward, Dean nipped his ear, breathing in the heady scent Sam
emitted. "One more." Sam swallowed again, hips now thrust back, grinding into
his hard cock.
 
"I want my brothers dick up my ass every goddamn second of the day."
 
Dean clenched his eyes shut, trying desperately to regain control as he dropped
the ruler and let his hand come down, feeling the heated flesh rubbing eagerly
against his own.
 
"Lust, fuck. Sammy."
 
Spinning him around, he locked his brother in a fierce kiss, tongue battling
Sam's as he fumbled desperately for something to use.
 
His hand came around a bottle and he pulled back, bending Sam back over the
desk, lower this time as he kicked his legs apart. Looking down at his hand, he
snorted as he saw what he held, holy water. Wouldn't make much difference.
 
Opening the flask, he dipped his fingers into the slick water, bringing them at
once to the heated entrance.
 
Sam opened up quickly for him, aroused state making him push back into the
normally painful intrusion.
 
Dean added a second finger, hearing his brother's wince he let them rest in
that tight heat, barely controlling his trembling. When Sam pushed back, he
scissored them, moving to three to stretch him.
 
Sam's desperate voice nearly pushed him over the edge.
 
"Now, Dean, pleasefucknow."
 
Nodding even though Sam wouldn't be able to see him, he poured the rest of the
bottle over his dick, getting it as wet as he could as he rested the tip at his
brothers flushed entrance, slowly pushing in.
 
With a barely muffled shout, Sam thrust back, taking him to the base.
 
Both were reduced to incomprehensible murmuring and groans taken in by each
others mouth. Erratic thrusting and rocking took over their senses as the desk
made rough noises as wooden legs slid over stone.
 
Sam pulled away, tears nearly falling down his face with the need and the pain
and the want.
 
"Dean, please, please, need to come, Dean." The pleading tone added to the rush
of pleasure at remembering the forgotten order that was followed.
 
Leaning back to capture the wide mouth in a slick kiss he reached down, tugging
away the offending material and giving the painful arousal fast strokes.
 
Sam wildly bucked, screaming into Dean's mouth as the long denied relief took
him over.
 
Feeling that tight channel clenching around his cock was Dean's undoing, with
one last deep thrust, he came scalding hot inside of his brother.
 
The quiet room was disturbed only by the heavy pants and a slight whimper as
Dean pulled his spent member gently out of Sam.
 
Looking around, he found a frock and brought it up to clean both off, lovingly
wiping down Sam's cock and thighs were his seed had spilled down.
 
Buttoning up his jeans, he helped the limp body that Sam had been reduced to
into his clothes, looking around carefully to make sure nothing looked askew.
 
"Come on, Sammy."
 
His brother nodded gratefully and leaned heavily against Dean as he opened the
door, guiding them to the long mahogany benches.
 
Sam dropped at once, head resting against his chest as Dean stroked his hair,
brothers falling into a light slumber.
 
Twenty minutes later, Dean woke to hear Pastor Jim's questioning tones.
 
"Boys, have you seen my frock?"
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