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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Sam/Caleb, Sam/Dean, mentions_of_Dean/Caleb_&_Sam/Dean/Caleb
  Character:
      Dean_Winchester, Sam_Winchester, Caleb_(Supernatural)
  Additional Tags:
      Rough_Sex, Dubious_Consent
  Series:
      Part 2 of Triad
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-08-11 Words: 2649
****** Lovers ******
by VyperDD
Summary
     Sam remembers.
2nd May, 1996
Alliance, Nebraska
When Sam wakes up again, he's stiff and sore and dripping with sweat. It feels
like he's covered in a thin layer of semi-dried glue from his face to his
knees. There's more of the stuff in his hair, plastering his long bangs to his
forehead. He opens his eyes to darkness, feels the layers of damp material
covering them and everything comes flooding back:
-- Caleb waking him just after midnight with a soft kiss on his cheek and a
hand slipping inside his pj's.
-- Caleb kissing him passionately as his fingers wrap firmly around his limp
cock.
-- Caleb pulling him gently from the warmth of Dean's bed and the sanctuary of
Dean's arms with a whispered command. "Quiet, baby. Don't want to wake big
brother."
-- Caleb slowly stripping him naked while Dean sleeps within reach of Sam's
fingertips.
-- Caleb placing cool, black silk over his eyes, wrapping it around his head a
couple of times before tying the knot securely, taking care not to catch any
strands of his hair.
-- Caleb taking his hand and leading him down the long hallway to the bathroom
at the rear of the house.
-- Caleb positioning him in front of the toilet, lightly holding his semi-erect
penis in one large hand and pointing it over the bowl. Sam freaked out the
first time Caleb did this a couple of months ago but it happens so frequently
now that Sam doesn't give it a second thought. "Piss now, baby 'cause we got a
long night ahead of us." Sam obeys then Caleb shakes away the last couple of
drops before carefully wiping him dry. Presses up close against his back, wraps
his arms around his waist and chest and kisses his cheek and throat and
collarbone, making Sam shiver and moan. "Baby looks so pretty."
-- Caleb leading him out of the bathroom and back down the hallway to the front
door.
-- Outside, the breeze is cool on his back and face and legs, the grass under
his feet damp with dew.
-- A familiar creak and Caleb pushing his shoulder gently, guiding him down
with another command whispered in his ear, "In you go and watch your head.
That's it."
-- Caleb stretching him open with his fingers whilst Dean watches.
-- Dean holding his hand as Caleb's cock penetrates him for the very first
time.
-- Dean rubbing his back as Caleb shoves his cock in and out, so hard and deep
Sam is certain he is going to be split in two with every brutal thrust.
-- Passing out and waking up straddling his brother, his trembling legs spread
painfully wide either side of Dean's thighs, his aching hole stretched open
even further.
-- Caleb's hands gliding up and down his thighs as Dean manoeuvres him into
position.
-- Caleb's hands cradling his hips as Dean lowers him down and back towards his
stiff cock.
-- Dean's lube-slippery cockhead breaching his torn and bleeding anus.
-- Gentle pressure on his shoulders forcing Dean's cock past the tight ring of
muscle and deeper into his rectum, inch by painful inch.
-- Caleb and Dean making out with Sam sandwiched between them, impaled on his
brother's cock, their hands roaming all over his body, followed by their mouths
and tongues and lips.
-- Caleb helping an exhausted Sam move up and down, almost off Dean's cock then
on, up, off, down, on, over and over and over, slow at first, then faster and
faster til he's sobbing and coming and Dean's yelling and coming and Caleb's
shouting and coming.
-- Being moved and turned and positioned this way and that as each of them take
their turn fucking him and blowing him and kissing him and touching him all
over, inside and out.
"Morning, lover." Caleb's deep voice wrenches Sam back to the present. He
caresses Sam's backside and thighs and calves with long, slow sweeps of his
hands and fingers that sends a shiver of pure pleasure down Sam's spine and
shoots a lightening bolt straight to his cock. It twitches once, twice and then
a third time when Caleb slips one hand between his legs and rubs his thumb
firmly across the super-sensitive head.
Sam groans out loud. "Oh god!"
"Too soon, sweetheart?"
"Fuck yeah. No. Don't know."
"Or you wanting more of us already?"
"No. Yeah, some time next year maybe" He gives up trying to decide what he
wants and how much more abuse his body can take. It's so much easier to just
surrender control and let them have at him. "Do what ya want. You will
anyways."
Caleb laughs. "Yes I will."
Sam is surprised he still knows his own name. His nerves are frazzled, his mind
feels like so much slush and his body is both numb and tingling at the same
time. He's lying on his belly, his head resting in Dean's lap. Dean's cock is
nestled against his cheek, the flared head just touching his lower lip. It bobs
up and down when Sam speaks and Sam can taste the bitter-salty mixture of both
his brother and his lover on his tongue. He thinks Dean may have pushed his
cock inside Sam's mouth at some point, possibly when Caleb was fucking him for
the second - or was it the third? - time but he can't remember. Everything is
so mixed up and out of focus.
Lover. He says it to himself silently a couple of times, knows he'll never get
used to saying or hearing that word in respect to himself. But that's what he
has now. It's what he is now, as well. Not just someone's boyfriend. He's Caleb
Barrowman's teenage lover. Thirteen years old and his first lover is a man
twice his age. How completely fucked up is that?? He's never had a girlfriend,
never even kissed a girl and he's just been fucked too many times to count by
his male lover.
"Wha's time?" Sam asks, trying to distract himself from everything that's
happened since he was taken from his brother's bed and everything that is still
happening now. He fails miserably. All he can feel is Caleb's hands and cock
and balls and leg and foot, all he can smell is Caleb's strong musky scent, all
he can hear is Caleb listing all the things he's going to do to him and all the
toys he's going to use over the coming hours and days, all he can taste is come
and whiskey.
"Just after sun-up, sleepy-head. Here." A bottle is pressed to his lips, tilted
up for a few seconds then taken away. Both Caleb and Dean had encouraged him to
drink throughout the night but only a few sips at a time, never enough to slake
his thirst but more than enough to leave him feeling light-headed then and
slightly queazy now. A drop dribbles down his chin and Caleb licks it away then
kisses him.
Caleb, his lover, is lying over him, almost on top of his back, one leg thrown
over both of Sam's, his foot hooked around Sam's ankle, forcing Sam's top leg
to bend at the knee. Sam knows this position gives Caleb easier access to his
ass. Caleb demonstrates that he knows that Sam knows this by rubbing two
fingers down his crack, along his perineum to his balls and back again. His
caress is both gentle and possessive, reminding Sam that there is no part of
his body that Caleb doesn't consider his to touch and stroke and explore. Sam
should feel trapped and smothered and violated but he doesn't, not at all. He
feels safe and secure and loved.
On each pass, Caleb's thumb circles closer and closer to his hole and Sam
flinches. "'leb?"
"Steady, lover. Not gonna hurt you. Just wanna touch your pretty hole some
more." The pressure grows steadlily as his tender, inflamed sphincter is
stretched open and penetrated once more, keeps growing til Sam can't hold his
distress in any longer. His cry is rewarded with a kiss and a caress, Caleb
running his hands through his hair, calming and soothing him. "Easy, baby. Just
relax for me." Sam obeys and Caleb pushes his thumb all the way in. "Just
breathe. Good boy, that's it. That feel good, baby?"
It doesn't but Sam says, "Yeah." anyway. A tear escapes the bottom of Sam's
blindfold and rolls down his cheek. More follow in its wake. Dean wipes them
away, just like he's been doing for as long as Sam can remember. "Feels really
good." Maybe if he says it enough, it'll come true. Besides, the intrusion
isn't all that painful, just really uncomfortable, like a bad case of
constipation minus the stomach cramps.
He lays still as he can, trying his best to get used to the strange sensation
of fullness in his back passage and knowing he probably never will. That having
something in his ass will never be on his list of favourite things. Caleb is
rubbing circles over his lower back, doing his best to ease the tension of
Sam's body even as he turns and twists and shifts his thumb inside Sam.
"Caleb?"
"Yeah, sweetheart?"
"Can I ask something?"
"Of course, you can ask me anything you like. Just don't ask me to stop wanting
to put my hands all over you 'cause that I can't do."
"What does my... does it look like? Down there? Where you're touching me, I
mean."
"Oh, your anus?" Caleb replies with a level of expectation that Sam can't
ignore.
"Yeah, my anus." Saying it out loud makes it so much more personal, more
intimate and more real. His lover's thumb is buried in his anus. He bares down
a little, feels Caleb pushing back against him, forcing his thumb even deeper
than Sam thought was possible.
"Well, it looks red and puffy, kinda swollen. My thumb is stretching it open a
little and I can see the tiny tears from our first fuck. There was still a spot
or two of blood when I pushed just now in but considering it was your first
time, it's looking okay. How's it feel? Honestly."
"Pretty sore, I guess, especially when you move your thumb in and out."
"Like this?"
"Ouch! Yeah, like that."
Caleb laughs again and Sam can't help but smile. "Gonna have my hands full with
you, aren't I, Sammy?"
"Yep! Can I see it?"
"Not yet."
"Why not?"
"Patience, child. You'll be watching me fucking you so much over the next week,
that you'll be sick of the sight and begging me to blindfold you again."
"But I wanna see it now."
"I know and that's precisely why I'm not going to let you. You have to learn
that I call the shots in this relationship, baby. Your sweet, young body is
mine to do with as I please. And it pleases me very much to have you at my
mercy and under my complete control."
 
Caleb suddenly hooks his thumb inside Sam's passage, presses against something
that nearly makes Sam come again, rubs it soft, then hard, then soft again. He
finally withdraws his thumb so that it rests on the rim of Sam's abused hole, a
promise of more torment to come. A long, long minute later and Sam feels it
against his mouth. He parts his lips without hesitation, accepts the offering
of come and lube and blood and licks it clean.
"So beautiful, sweetheart. You look so beautiful. Can't believe you're mine."
There's more kissing, slow and unhurried. Hears Dean ask, "Can I?" as he feels
Dean's fingers trailing down his spine. He knows exactly where they are headed
and braces for yet another penetration and more discomfort. Two fingers push
in, scissor open an inch and slide out again and it burns and stings.
Sam is tired beyond belief, emotionally and physically drained. He somehow
manages to twist his head to the side. He finds his lover's mouth, lips parted
in anticipation, by scent and touch and kisses him, putting all his fear and
love and hope and trust into the gesture. Opens himself up wholly and
completely, giving his lover every last scrap of his mind, body and soul. Lets
Caleb ravish him with his mouth and lips and tongue and teeth, offers himself
up to whatever Caleb wants to do to him.
Caleb pulls away first, his smokey breath hot and heavy against Sam's skin as
he nuzzles at his throat, pushing Sam's head back and to the side so he can to
nibble and bite and suck to his heart's content. The first hickey hurts a
little, two - on the nape of his neck - and three - directly over the opposite
pulse-point, each hurt a hell of a lot more but Sam doesn't protest or resist
Caleb's rough handling. Each fresh spark of pleasure-pain brings Sam alive a
little more in a way that he doesn't think he'll ever understand or fully
accept. What Caleb is doing to him is without doubt the most frightening
experience of Sam's life. But he wouldn't stop Caleb now, even if he could
somehow overpower the older, larger man and escape. He wants this and deep,
deep down he knows he needs it just as much as he needs air and water to
survive.
"Holy Jesus, watching the two of you together is so fuckin' hot. Think I either
need a cold shower or another go in you, bro." There's an unmistakable tone of
awe and lust and envy in his voice that does amazingly sensual things to Sam's
insides. "Love you, Sammy. Love you so fuckin' much for letting me see you like
this, freshly fucked open and just waiting for one or both of us to take you
again."
Sam doesn't have a clue how to respond verbally to that so he just moves his
head forward a little, takes Dean into his mouth and shows him just how much he
loves his big brother. Caleb helps him to his knees and holds his hands behind
his back so Sam is at Dean's mercy. Lets Dean shove his cock as far into his
mouth and down his throat as he wants. Sam gags and coughs but doesn't pull
back, only panics a little as Dean begins to spasm, chokes a lot when Dean
shoots spurt after spurt of thick, warm semen, filling his mouth and clogging
his throat.
"Well, I don't know about you, dude but it's getting a little toasty in here.
How about we move this party inside?"
"Sounds like a plan," Caleb replies. He raises himself up off Sam's back and
Sam already misses the contact and warmth of his lover's body. Sam is jostled
as Dean and Caleb quickly dress and then he's being sat up and guided towards
the Impala's door.
"Okay, baby. I got ya." Caleb slips one arm under Sam's legs, the other around
his waist only to be stopped when Dean puts a hand on Sam's upper arm.
"Slow down, dude. He ain't yours yet. Give him here." Sam is lifted off the
back seat and cradled in Dean's arms. The amulet digs into his shoulder as Dean
holds him close to his chest.
Caleb is by his side, his hand constantly brushing Sam's thigh as Dean carries
him inside the house. "Okay, let's do this," Caleb says. "Wanna take my boy to
bed."
"One. Two." Sam feels Dean's right arm move up and down as he counts. He holds
his breath as he waits for his fate to decided by a silly childhood game of
paper, rock, scissors. "Three."
He's never hated being blindfolded more than right now. He really wants to know
who is going to have exclusive rights to fuck him whenever and wherever til his
dad returns from his current hunt, his brother or his lover.
"Shit."
"Yes!"
"Best out of three, dude?"
THE END
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