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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Original_Work
  Additional Tags:
      Father/Son_Incest, Daddy_Kink, Angst, Abuse, Emotional/Psychological
      Abuse, Child_Abuse, the_child_in_question_is_16, Loss_of_Virginity, when
      tenderness_is_creepy, Light_Sadism
  Series:
      Part 4 of Father's_Love
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-06-10 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 2783
****** Let me in ******
by OnyxxStone
Summary
     His son reaches a breaking point, and Richard pushes him through it.
     For all the right reasons, of course.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
Richard and his son’s relationship heated considerably as the weather cooled
into November.  Though they had sampled every sort of pleasure save actual
fucking, he had avoided letting Landon touch him for the longest time, despite
knowing Landon wanted to.  But the boy had recently caught him after a
particularly trying day at the office, and simply dropped to his knees and took
him then and there, leaning against the kitchen cupboard.
He sucked him hard, looking up with his big, pleading eyes, and swallowed his
cum like it was nectar.
As if Richard could turn down such devotion.
Still, he didn’t like giving up control. Every climax felt like his body’s
betraying him, because he didn’t want Landon to see how much he wanted this,
and needed this. 
It wasn’t supposed to be about him.
Sometimes he preferred his fantasies, because Richard understood what went on
inside his head.  He didn’t understand this.
Musing over it all, Richard pulled into the garage after another long,
difficult day at the office.  He was the head of IT at a mid-sized law firm,
and some idiot intern had downloaded a virus that had corrupted half the
internal servers. He’d spent the past two days rebooting, debugging, and
educating his technophobe colleagues about phishing scams. He sighed again, and
rubbed the ever-constant ache in his neck.  
When he got inside, he was going to take off his tie, pour himself a glass of
wine, and perhaps entertain Landon’s mouth wrapped around his cock.
Instead he found Landon asleep on a stool at the kitchen counter.  His head lay
on an outstretched arm, and a bowl of food lay forgotten in front of him.   He
looked…exhausted. Richard’s face softened.
He warmed the bowl up in the microwave – it looked like one of Marta’s yellow
rice dishes – and set it on the dining table. Then he wrapped his arms around
Landon’s waist and kissed his neck. 
“…Dad,” said Landon, waking up slowly. “Hey.”  Richard watched him gingerly
push himself off the stool and roll his right shoulder. 
“Are you alright?”
Landon shook his head.  “Had weights practice this morning, and strained a
muscle in my back.”
Of all the questions that burst into his head, he asked, “Were you okay to
drive home?”
Landon shrugged, with his left shoulder, and turned to go upstairs.  It took no
strength at all to turn him back to the dining room where food was waiting, to
sit down and pull Landon across his lap.  Landon simply melded to him, and
rested his head on Richard’s shoulder with a sigh. “Daddy,” he said, content.
Richard kissed his brow, and let his bad day and previous uncertainties fade. 
“I’m here, son.”  Landon needed him tonight, and he would always take care of
his boy.
He fed Landon a forkful of rice, and the boy blushed so hard he could feel the
heat against his neck.   
“You’re alright, Landon,” said Richard, kissing his warm skin.  “Open up.”
Landon made a feeble noise of protest but still obeyed. He ate a few bites of
vegetables and rice before he hid his face in Richard’s shoulder.  “No more,”
he said.
Richard rubbed a hand up and down the center of his back.  He had barely made a
dent in his dinner.  “Landon you have to eat.”
But Landon shook his head, stubborn, like a child. “It makes me nauseous,
please don’t make me...” 
It was stress, Richard realized – instead of restlessness or breakouts, stress
made Landon lose his appetite. He wondered how long Landon had been running on
fumes.  A day? More?
“Tell me what’s wrong, boy.”
Landon shivered, and curled himself tighter in Richard’s lap.  “I – ”
He struggled for words a few times, and Richard snuck in a piece a chicken with
a muted Umph! He winced as he swallowed it. “I’m…I’m done.” 
“What do you mean, you’re done?”
“I can’t do this anymore.  I can’t keep up.  I’m not smart enough, and…” his
voice wavered, “… I’m so tired.”
“You’re not smart enough?  Are you serious, kid?  You’re in accelerated math
for god’s sake.” 
But Landon shook his head.  “I swear I’m failing this unit of chem.  And I got
a C on my last English paper…”  He went on about feeling invisible on the
soccer team, perceived slights from classmates and teachers, and nothing
Richard could say meant anything to him.  Landon wiped away a few tears and his
voice grew unsteady.  “…Everything, literally everything is a competition
there. And I’m working so damn hard to just barely stay afloat.”
“The semester’s almost over,” Richard said softly, but apparently that was the
wrong thing to say; Landon began crying in earnest.
Richard and Marta had spoken at length before their older son, Cody, entered
the same prep school.  Was it really worth signing over their paychecks so
their kids could attend some fancy private school?  He had to admit, seeing
Landon crumble in his arms, this was the first time since then that he’d ever
questioned it.  
“Do you know how much work I have to do before finals?” He hiccoughed, and his
eyes widened in fear.  “And then it starts all over again.”  He looked at his
hands, which were shaking, and then simply broke down.
“Jesus, kid.”  Richard wrapped his arms around Landon, rocking him as Landon
trembled in his embrace. “Daddy’s here,” he said. “You’re alright.”
“...I can’t even lift my backpack!”
Landon clutched his father hard as though trying to ground himself.  He was
shivering, crying silently, and looked to Richard as sad and beautiful as a
little broken bird.
He kissed Landon’s cheek, edging closer to his mouth before covering it with
his own.  He stifled Landon’s cries, making him relax in order to return the
kiss. He moved down to Landon’s jaw and throat, feeling the Adam’s apple skip
beneath his lips.   Landon moaned softly and cradled Richard’s head with his
good hand.
Richard reached for Landon’s lap, letting his fingers firmly cup the crotch of
his jeans.  But Landon jolted and shifted his legs, squeezing his eyes shut.
“D-Don’t.   I don’t want to now, please.  Daddy. Just…hold me.”
So he would.  
For now.  
Richard smiled, and hushed him, and kissed his lovely, tearstained face.
“Oh!” Landon gasped as his father slipped an arm under his knees and stood up,
carrying him from the room.  He wrapped an arm around Richard’s shoulders,
blushing furiously again.  
“I’m taking you to bed, Landon.”
“But I should…my schoolwork…”
“…will be there in the morning. I’ve got you, boy. I’ll give you what you
need.”
“Yes, daddy,” he whispered, sweetly trusting his father to carry him away, and
completely unaware of just how far he would go. 
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
He returned to Landon’s room with supplies: an ice pack, a small towel, an ace
bandage, a bottle of lotion, and another of lubricant. He’d told Landon to
undress in the meantime, but only his pants were off as he stared dejectedly at
his t-shirt.
“It hurts that bad?” 
Landon nodded.  His father came forward and helped him take off his shirt, one
arm at a time.
“These too,” said Richard, slipping off his boxer briefs.  The boy bit his lip
but followed Richard’s hands to lie down on the mattress. 
Just under his right shoulder blade was a small purplish bruise, the skin
around it warm to the touch.  He wrapped the ice pack in the thin towel and
laid it against the strained muscle; Landon sighed and shivered simultaneously,
and then Richard began his massage. He worked around the ice pack, pressing his
thumbs into the stiff muscles, squeezing his shoulders, walking them down his
spine. He heard sniffles.
“Landon?”
“It’s just…it feels really nice, that’s all.”
Richard hummed.  “Good boy,” he said, smiling to himself.  It was important
that his son relax for what lay ahead.
He rubbed more lotion between his palms and returned to Landon’s back, pressing
along his arms and sides and neck. The boy grew calmer and softer at each turn.
After ten minutes or so he removed the cold pack and eased Landon into a
sitting position.
He groaned, tear streaks smudging his face. “I’m so tired,” he said, before he
swayed and fell a few inches into Richard. “I haven’t slept a full night
since…” Landon’s voice trailed off.  “…I’m just so tired.”
“I know you are.”  Richard wrapped his chest in the ace bandage, bringing a few
loops over his right shoulder.  He doubted it would make much difference, but a
little compression could only help.    He kissed Landon’s neck as he guided his
son down, and rolled him to his front.
Excitement was building in his gut as Richard pet the boy’s hair and traced
fingertips over his skin. 
“You’re such a good boy, Landon.” He put lube on his fingers. “Such a good
boy.” 
And then they were in.  Landon twisted, a pitiful moan escaping him, but
Richard laid a heavy hand on his hip and pressed his two fingers in deeper. He
turned them over, slowly, and dragged them out, and watched Landon tense as he
shoved them back in.
“Shh, Landon,” he said.  “You need to relax.” 
Landon buried his face into the sheets as he tried to obey.  The heat squeezing
his fingers made his vision blur momentarily.  He couldn’t wait any longer. 
Landon sighed in relief as his father removed his hands, and he could only
wonder at the innocence.
Richard unbuttoned his shirt and removed his pants with easy efficiency.  He
pumped his cock a few times with lubricant, and positioned himself between
Landon’s legs. It was then the realization hit:
“Oh, god, Dad, no.” The boy tried to pull himself out of harm’s way.  “Please,
don’t.” 
Richard pressed forward, breaking the barrier into his body, supple and
relenting even as he cried in objection. He shifted, squirming and floundering.
   
“…no…please…!”
Every inch gained was a measure of heaven. He eased himself to halfway, pulled
out a little, and then drove all the way in.
Into Landon. This was something precious, here. The sensation surrounding him
was so intense, he felt his heart would burst with it, and he only craved more.
His hips moved of their own accord, and sounds faded to the back of
consciousness.  There was only breath, and heat, and the beautiful lines of
Landon’s back. Richard rocked with more force, grasping his hips and pummeling
into him; but still, each stroke only made him want more. So he gave into it,
letting the pleasure leak into him like a teasing drop of water rolling down
his spine. He rolled his neck with a sigh approaching serenity.
How much he had wanted this.  He could taste his elusive relief.
It was then he heard his own voice, murmuring his son’s name over and over. 
And Landon’s, sobbing.  He cursed, slowed to a stop, and pulled out.  Landon’s
whole body flinched in response.
It took true fortitude to roll Landon to his back and soothe his cries.  The
boy was limp as a ragdoll.  It would be so easy to put him on the floor and
fuck him until he had bruises on his face and knees. He could put Landon over
the bathroom counter and make him watch himself be helplessly fucked.
“Hush,” he said, the tension returning to his neck. “You’re alright, boy. This
is all for you.”
Landon, it seemed, had lost the ability to speak. He watched Richard wrap one
his legs around his waist, and place the other calf on his shoulder. “Please…”
he managed to say, before his voice gave way to more stuttering cries.  He
groaned miserably when Richard applied more lube. He pressed his palms against
the flat of Richard’s belly and failed to keep him out.   
“…Let me in, Landon,” he said, as if the boy really had a choice.
He had his forearm braced against Richard’s chest, but it was the weaker one,
and offered little resistance as Richard took his wrist, kissed the fingers,
and pressed his hand to the mattress. Landon cried out as his father came down
with the next thrust, covering him completely.
Don’t daddy, please, he thought he heard. But all that meant to Richard was
more, and yes, and never, ever stop.  
But he made himself move slowly, gently. He was seeking pleasure out now, not
demanding it. 
“Come on, boy.”  Richard propped himself on his hands one on either side of
Landon’s head, who gripped his wrists immediately. “Breathe with me. That’s it,
in and out. Good boy, just like that.”
Landon responded to his voice despite everything else, and began to breathe
with some normalcy.  Richard flexed his hips, making small circular thrusts
deep within.   Landon’s cries quieted. Richard came down and ended each exhale
with a kiss. 
“You’re so beautiful, Landon,” he said, kissing away the tears, savoring the
salt on his tongue.  “Such a beautiful boy.”  
Landon cried into his father’s arms, clutching Richard, trying to take comfort
in the man who was hurting him. “Daddy,” he moaned, his voice rough and worn.
Richard made his thrust’s arc wider, and Landon bucked against him and then
shrieked in pain. 
“Don’t hurt yourself, boy,” he murmured, catching new tears.  “Don’t resist
me.”
Landon shuddered under him, forcing himself to remain still for the sake of his
back.  He took it well, and buried a soft scream into the flesh of his
shoulder. 
Richard almost came.
“Landon,” he said, his voice morphed into a growl. “Take it.”  He put more
force into each thrust, drawing a low whine from Landon’s chest.
Richard reached under him and hiked Landon’s legs up higher.  When he drove his
hips down, Landon let out a soft oh. He did it again and the boy’s cheeks
flushed. 
“Nnng,” he said, or some other such noise that made Richard come apart a little
inside.
“You like that, boy?”
“I – I – ah –”
He urged Landon to look at him, so Richard could see the pleasure cloud over
his eyes.  Landon’s trembling hands cupped his face, and their foreheads
touched.
They traveled lower to his neck, quivering around his shoulders and biceps.
“Yes, Landon,” he growled, nipping at his son’s slack mouth. He pressed a leg
closer, prompting the boy to press Richard onwards with the heel of his foot.
“God, yes.”
Landon kissed him, open mouthed and more air than anything else.  He moaned
when Richard picked up the pace, hitting whatever angle made Landon’s eyes
flutter closed. 
“Daddy...”
“Come with me, boy.  Do it.  Come on.”
His hips snapped forwards, and the feather light touch of Landon’s hand on his
thigh guided him in.  His other hand was curled in Richard’s hair, and their
faces brushed with every movement.  Richard held his eyes, and swallowed the
sounds of pleasure he made.
“Good boy, Landon,” he whispered. He slipped an arm carefully around Landon’s
shoulders, drawing him closer still.  The heat was something else… it was as
though they were wrapped up in more than their bodies.  He had never seen his
son more clearly.
“Come for daddy.”
And splendidly, Landon came.  His face was caught between a smile and a scream,
and his limbs trembled intensely; Landon’s climax was as bright and deep as his
eyes, which never once left Richard’s.  And it was the sight of Landon laid
bare and raw in ecstasy that set off his own release.  And he came, spilling
himself in the one place he’d only dreamed of.
Afterwards, they slowly disengaged themselves and eased into the bedding.
Richard propped himself up on an elbow, stroking the hair from Landon’s
forehead.  “How do you feel?”
The boy’s eyes were wet and full of wonder. “Alive,” he said. “It was too much.
And then…” Richard spiraled a finger in the cum on Landon’s belly, and licked
it.  Landon bumped their lips together, gently. “…then it wasn’t.” Richard made
a low sound of approval in his throat.
Landon rolled half on top of him, smiling and looking nothing like the broken
boy who’d curled in his arms downstairs.
“You can handle anything, Landon,” he said, pulling him close.
He slept there, cramped in Landon’s twin bed – but, he rationalized, that was
how it was supposed to be. Richard’s alarm went off at five in the morning and
Landon woke easily, greeting him with kisses before slipping out of bed and
turning on his computer.  Richard ambled downstairs and brought up his mammoth
backpack.
Seeing him there, Landon smiled openly. He took out his homework, and asked
Richard if they could have pancakes for breakfast. 
“Anything for you,” he’d said, because it was true.
Chapter End Notes
     Disclaimer: Landon is just a kid whose sexuality is being exploited
     by his father, a semi-shameless sadist with a lot of problems. In
     real life, this story would be a tragedy.
     Having an emotional/physical breakdown like this was an unofficial
     rite of passage at my high school. Too bad Landon came home to
     Richard the perv, because he may have pulled himself through it.
     But where’s the fun in that. >:)
     Next up: Richard’s eldest son comes home for the holidays...how will
     he find out what his dad is up to?? :D
End Notes
     Is it just me, or is Richard’s smile the most terrifying thing?
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am didn't wake up again until 2 pm. There was knocking at his door, and he
woke up only when his brother barged into his room. 
"Rise and shine, Sammy!" Dean shouted. Sam groaned as he rolled over to face
the door, squinting his eyes in the light that flooded in from the doorway.
"We've got Christmas shopping and shit to do today!"
Sam lifted his head. "Christmas isn't for three more days," he muttered. "I can
sleep in."
"It's two o'clock, Sam," Dean said, crossing the room to open the blinds of
Sam's window. Sam groaned as he felt Dean pick him up off the bed and
practically throw him on the floor. "Up and at'em, Sammy boy. You haven't eaten
anything today, and Benny's already made breakfast for the both of us." 
Sam groaned again at the sound of Benny's name, his stomach tightening as he
thought back to their encounter in the kitchen.
"I don't need breakfast," Sam said. 
"Well you need to eat something," Dean said, pushing at Sam's body to roll him
out of his blanket cocoon. "I have to go to work early today, and I won't be
home until late. Chances of you being able to eat anything other than the
limited meals Benny knows how to make are shrinking by the minute."
"Fine, fine, I'm up," Sam said, pushing himself up from the ground. The blanket
was still draped over his shoulders as he followed his brother out of his room
and into the kitchen. Benny stood at the stove, cooking up something that
smelled like an omelet. Sam tried avoiding eye contact with Benny as he sat at
the breakfast table in the kitchen, his blanket still around his shoulders.
"Mornin' Sam," Benny said over his shoulder.
"M-Morning Benny," Sam muttered.
No one spoke for a while, not even Dean, as he sat across from Sam and waited
for Benny to finish cooking.
"Brrr, it's certainly gotten cold in here," Dean said, looking up at Benny with
a smile. "You two okay?"
"Never better," Benny said, turning around with a skillet in hand. "I just woke
up a bit early this morning and happened to run into Sam on the way to the
bathroom. It was a bit of an...awkward encounter."
Liar, Sam thought as Benny sat beside him. He set the skillet on the table,
stirring the omelet inside, and his arm brushed against Sam's. The simple
movement had Sam holding back a pained whimper, a slow rush of slick beginning
to flow. 
"I thought I heard you waking up this morning," Dean said, reaching to place
some of the omelet on his plate. 
"I'm afraid he caught me walking around in my underwear," Benny said, smiling
as Dean dug into his breakfast. 
Stop lying, Sam thought, gritting his teeth. He clenched his hand beneath the
table, hoping it would stop the flow of slick from his hole. 
"Bet that was quite a scare, huh Sammy?" Dean asked. 
Sam stood up, knocking the table slightly. He ignored the pain in his leg as he
tapped his fingers on the Formica table top. 
"I'm still tired," Sam announced. "I'm going back to bed."
"But you've been asleep practically since yesterday," Dean protested. "You must
be starving."
"No, I'm not hungry," Sam muttered, dropping his head. "I'll...I'll eat later."
"Sam--" Benny began. 
"I'm just tired, okay?" Sam snapped, cutting his eyes towards Benny and
narrowing them. "Why can't you just stop treating me like I'm a fucking kid and
let me take care of myself?" Sam turned and nearly ran back into his room,
slamming the door behind him. He thought he felt tears brimming at the corners
of his eyes, but Sam fell to the ground and curled up on the floor, falling
asleep almost immediately before he could actually tell. 
===============================================================================
"Sam?"
Sam shifted, only half awake as he heard someone say his name. 
"Sam, are you awake?"
"Mmfgh."
"I'll take that as a yes," the voice said. Sam's let his eyes flutter open and
he found he was back on his bed, covered with his blanket. He turned towards
the door of his room and nearly screamed at the sight of Benny. 
"What do you want?" Sam spat. 
"Well you're certainly just as pissed as when you were three hours ago," Benny
drawled, pushing open Sam's door to lean against the doorframe. "You've been
asleep ever since you yelled at Dean and I then stormed off like a kid having a
tantrum."
"I'm not a kid," Sam hissed. "And I wasn't having a tantrum."
"No, you were just beginning your heat," Benny said, raising an eyebrow.
Sam felt the blood drain from his face as he sat up, throwing off his blanket.
"What?"
"Don't sound so surprised," Benny said. "I'm an Alpha--I could smell you
leaking slick from the day you got here."
"M-My heat doesn't start for...another week," Sam said. "I know it doesn't."
"Not according to how red your face is," Benny said, smirking as Sam felt his
face heat up. Benny pushed off of the doorframe and took a step into Sam's
room. He shut the door behind him and began walking closer to Sam's bed. 
"And I know what you'll need once it gets worse."
"No," Sam said. "Benny, you can't do that. You-You're Dean's mate."
Benny sighed as he sat down on the bed beside Sam. "I thought I told you,
Sam...only technically mates. I've never given Dean a claiming bite while we
were knotted together."
"That doesn't mean you can...That you can just..." Sam had a hard time saying
the words. 
Benny tilted his head to one side. "It doesn't mean I can just knot you during
your heat?" Benny asked, dropping his voice down to a rough growl. "When you'll
be begging for a knot to stop the burning in your body? To fuck you until my
knot can catch in that pretty ass of yours?"
"Where's Dean?" Sam asked, scooting back on his bed until he ran into the
headboard. 
"He had to leave for work, remember?" Benny said, moving closer to Sam. "Won't
be home 'till midnight at the  earliest."
Sam's breathing grew shallower as the Alpha moved closer to him. Sam wanted to
ignore the slick continuously leaking from him, just like he wanted to ignore
the sudden flush that began rising over his body as Benny came closer. 
"You can try ignoring it," Benny breathed when he was right in Sam's face. He
still reeked of Dean, making Sam's nose wrinkle up, but underneath Sam could
scent his arousal. "But it won't be long until you're pleading for my cock to
be inside you."
"This is--"
"Wrong?" Benny asked, leaning forward enough for his and Sam's breath to mix.
"Dean'll understand."
Sam yelped as Benny's hand closed around the back of his neck, pulling him
forward to press their lips together. Sam groaned as the Alpha applied pressure
to the back of his neck, relaxing him as Benny pushed Sam back on the bed.
Sam's arms came up to grip the front of Benny's shirt when he felt the Alpha's
hard erection press against his. 
"You promise Dean won't be angry?" Sam asked, managing to pull back from his
kiss with Benny. Benny's laugh, halfway between a chuckle and a growl, sent
shivers down Sam's back. 
"If I know Dean," Benny said, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to Sam's jaw, "I
know that he'll be happier that you're not suffering through your heat alone
than he'll be upset that I'm the one knotting you."
Sam wanted to argue with Benny about how he still didn't want to ruin his
brother's relationship, how he couldn't be the one who stole the one bit of
happiness in Dean's life from him, how he still felt just wrong about what they
were doing. But Benny had moved from the side of his jaw to begin lightly
nibbling on Sam's neck, teasing him with the prospect of biting him. 
"Do you trust me?" Benny asked against Sam's neck. 
Sam moaned, moving his arms to circle around Benny's neck and moving his head
to press his lips to the Alpha's. Dean's scent was there--a faint smell of home
cooked apple pie mixed with his shampoo--and Sam growled weakly, frustrated
that Benny smelled like another Omega. He wrapped his legs around Benny,
lifting up so their erections pressed against one another, and Sam reveled in
the groan it dragged from the Alpha. 
"Please, Alpha..." Sam whined, shivering as Benny's head moved down to his neck
and the hand around the back of his neck squeezed harder. His touch was cool,
giving Sam the needed relief from the sudden burning sensation raging through
his body.  "Please, I need...I need--"
"I've got you," Benny whispered against the shell of his ear. "Don't worry,
I've got you, Sam."
There was no time for tenderness. As Benny began kissing and licking his way
down Sam's body, the Omega only craved the Alpha's cooling touch more. He
writhed against the bed, his legs struggling to close around Benny's waist as
the Alpha stripped off his shirt and pants. Sam tugged weakly on Benny's shirt,
pulling him up so he could press their lips together and pull on Benny's shirt.
He slipped it over the Alpha's head and went to work undoing Benny's belt. He
freed the belt and struggled to push down the Alpha's jeans. 
"Benny--"
"It's alright," Benny muttered, pushing up from Sam and shucking down his
pants.
Sam almost immediately grabbed Benny's cock, jerking it to bring up the Alpha's
knot. When it had begun to fill out in his hand and Benny began moaning in his
ear, Sam grabbed the back of Benny's neck with his free hand. He pulled the
Alpha's face down to his and managed to gasp out a quiet, "Come on and knot me,
Alpha."
Sam was practically pouring slick by the time Benny finally lining himself up
and pushing himself in. He pushed in all the way to the hilt and the two of
them gasped in unison. Sam panted, releasing Benny's neck to clutch at his
shoulders with both hands. 
"Ah...tight..." Benny moaned, breathing shakily. 
"Fuck me, Alpha," Sam growled, meeting the Alpha's eyes and using his feet to
press Benny deeper into him. Before Sam knew could tell was happening, Benny
bore down and began thrusting erratically. Same moaned as Benny cock dragged
inside of him, each thrust cooling him down slowly. Whenever Sam felt like he
was going to scream from the pleasure, he pulled Benny up and kissed him hard
to keep him silent. While Sam kissed Benny, he suddenly jumped and arched up
into Benny's body. 
"Fuck!" 
"Found your prostate, mon cher," Benny whispered, laughing against Sam's lips. 
Sam whimpered as Benny angled up the Omega's hips and began thrusting harder
and faster. Screams of pleasure poured out of Sam, too fast for him to time so
he would be able to kiss Benny. His mewls and moans were being forced out of
him with every thrust from Benny.
"Shit...Benny..I'm..." Sam gasped. "Benny, I'm gonna--"
"Cum for me, Omega," Benny whispered. "Cum for me right now."
Sam obeyed, arching into Benny again as he came between their stomachs. It
wasn't the hardest he'd ever come in his life, but he went limp almost
immediately nonetheless. Benny continued pounding into him, stuttering as he
came closer to the edge as well. Sam looked up at Benny, blinking as he
released his tight grip on the Alpha's shoulders. He placed his hands on
Benny's face and dragged his fingers down to his chest. 
"Knot me...please..." Sam whispered, the backs of his eyes tingling as they
shifted to a bright gold.
Benny yelled, slamming up into Sam as his knot grew and caught inside of the
Omega, tying them together. The Alpha fell forward, practically crushing Sam
with his weight, and breathed in Sam's scent as the burn finally vanished from
his body. 
"Feel better?" Benny asked.
"Definitely," Sam muttered, his words slurred as he fell back to sleep. 
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The cycle continued until about 11 pm: Sam would beg Benny to knot him, they
would have sex, then fall asleep tied together until the next wave of Sam's
heat hit him. Finally, with little less than an hour until Dean was supposed to
get home, the two of them rolled out of bed. Benny went to shower first,
passing by an obviously embarrassed Sam with full confidence and full
nakedness, while Sam stripped his bedsheets that were nearly soaked through in
slick, come, and sweat. He threw them to the bottom of his hamper, then buried
them under his own clothes, hoping they'd mask the overpowering scent of the
two of them. Next, he waited impatiently for Benny to finish showering, pacing
outside the door with his towel. 
"You look stressed," Benny said as he walked out of the bathroom, scaring Sam.
"Sorry I scared you."
"It-It's fine," Sam said, clutching his towel to his chest. He hadn't bothered
putting on any of his clothes, knowing they'd only be covered with the scent of
Benny almost immediately. "I just need to shower."
Benny stepped aside and gestured to the steaming bathroom. "All yours."
Sam shut the door and leaned against it, breathing in the moist air of the
bathroom. It smelled of Dean's shampoo and bath soap everywhere, and Sam was
glad. He thought he might hurl if he smelled Benny ever again so closely. Sam
crossed to the bathroom small window above the toilet and opened it a little to
let out some of the steam, then climbed into the shower. It was quick, only
about five minutes, but he spent the majority of the time furiously scrubbing
at his neck and between his legs, cleaning away the Alpha's spit and cum. He
couldn't leave so much of Benny's scent on him. As his hands passed over his
stomach, he felt his heart flutter. 
Oh god, I hope not.
Sam jumped out of the shower and wrapped his towel around his waist. Just as he
was leaving the bathroom, he heard the lock on the front door turning. Sam
looked up to see Dean shutting the door, turned towards Sam.
"Oh hey, y-you're home early," Sam said, cursing his slight stutter. "I thought
you said you'd be home by midnight."
"Business was slow today, so my boss let me take off early," Dean said, his
eyebrows drawn together. His nose twitched, and Sam felt his fingertips lose
feeling. "Seems as though your day was quite interesting, Sammy."
Of course he can tell, Sam thought. Nevertheless, Sam rushed forward and
gripped Dean's arms. 
"Oh God, please, Dean, don't blame Benny," Sam pleaded. "Don't leave him, or
anything like that. I-It was all me...I-I went into heat, a-and I practically
begged him to...to--"
"Jesus, calm down, Sam," Dean said. "I'm not angry."
Sam's face twisted up in confusion as he please his brother's arms. He took a
step back and whispered, "Huh?"
"Do I need to repeat it slower? Listen to me: I'm. Not. Angry," Dean said,
enunciating each word. He shrugged off his jacket and walked past Sam to hang
it on the coat hanger. "So you went into heat. Big deal. I should have sensed
something was up when you spent all your time since you got here sleeping all
day. And besides...I know what that's like, having to deal with a heat on your
own. Nothing else like."
"Y-You're sure you're not upset?" Sam stuttered. 
"Hell no," Dean said, turning to face his brother. There was still a frown on
his face. "Though I do have to ask, where is Benny?"
"I-In your room," Sam said. 
"And has he had the decency to make you anything to eat?"
Sam furrowed his eyebrows at Dean's question. "Um...no."
"Fucking bastard," Dean muttered, turning on his heel and storming through the
kitchen. He turned right, and Sam heard the door slam open. Next thing Sam
knew, Benny was being dragged into kitchen practically by his ear by Dean. The
Omega released his Alpha and hit at his chest. 
"What the hell was--?" Benny began shouting.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Dean asked. "You fucking knot my brother,
and you don't have the decency to at least make him something to eat
afterwards?" Dean hit him again.
"I was going to," Benny said. "Sorry if I'm not a huge fan of cooking while
naked."
"There's nothing there that the both of us haven't seen before, you prude,"
Dean said, turning around and going to the stove. Sam remained where he stood,
dripping water on the ground and watching the scene go on before him in wonder.
He couldn't believe how calm Dean was acting about the whole "My-brother-slept-
with-my-mate" situation, and he feared an oncoming shitstorm.
"You guys are both...calm about this?" Sam asked. "Dean isn't gonna try
strangling you, Benny?"
"Dean's understanding when it comes to Omegas and their heats," Benny said,
coming up behind Dean to lightly pinch his ass. "Same thing applies in regards
to family, I guess."
Dean hit away Benny's hand as he turned on the stove. "Doesn't mean I'm still
letting you fuck me while is in Sam heat," Dean said over his shoulder. "And
for the love of shit, use a fucking condom. I can smell Benny all overyou, Sam.
You smell like a slut...no offense."
"None...taken," Sam murmured.
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