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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Dean_Winchester/Sam_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Dark, Captured, Dubious_Consent, First_Time, Voyeurism
  Collections:
      Dirty+Bad+Wrong+Hot_Supernatural
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-01-19 Words: 608
****** The Only Way ******
by lostinmymindforever
Summary
     Sam and Dean are captured by demons and forced to entertain them.
From the outside the building looks normal, innocent even, but once the doors
are opened it is obvious that looks can be deceiving. The living room is dark,
candle light and a soft fire the only sources of light. There are no tables or
chairs, only large sofas lining the walls and a mattress in the center. There
are men seated on the sofas, all of them in various states of dress, some fully
clothed, others naked. All eyes in the room are on the pair on the mattress,
watching the two individuals with longing in their eyes.
The smaller of the two is on his back, hands cuffed over his head, a chain
leading from the cuffs to the leg of one of the sofas. His legs are spread
wide, ankles cuffed like his hands. He is blindfolded, eyes covered so no one
can see his tears. The larger, and older of the pair, is whispering to him,
offering apologies, telling him that everything will be alright as soon as this
is over. He is kissing down the younger one’s chest, trying not to touch the
bruises and cuts which cover the boy’s skin.
He’s still apologizing when he kneels between the younger one’s thighs, lining
his cock up with the boy’s entrance, entering him swiftly. The crowd lets out
an appreciative moan as the watch the older of the two begin to fuck his young
companion, his thrusts quick and brutal, and there are tears in his eyes. He
hates this, hates having to do this, but there is no choice, it’s the only way
to end this.
The crowd starts shouting out orders, telling the older of the two what they
want him to do, applauding him when he complies. The men on the couch start
pairing off, fucking each other as they watch the two on the bed, moans and
groans filling the room. The older one on the bed feels metal at his hand, and
notices the key to his companion’s cuffs. He looks over and sees one of their
audience nod and quickly undoes the cuffs, pulling the boy to his feet.
They run out of the building, naked, battered, breathing hard. They run until
the younger one can’t any more, too exhausted from what just happened. The
older one picks him up and runs some more, trying to get as far away from the
men, the demons, who had captured them and made them preform.
They find an abandoned building and slip inside, the older one looking around,
trying to find something, anything to cover them with. He’s surprised when he
finds not only clothing that will fit both of them, but blankets, food and
water, and a cellphone. It’s too perfect, their escape, the abandoned house,
the supplies, but neither one questions it. A single call is made, a call for
help, a call to their father to come rescue them, before the pass out wrapped
around each other, both of them sobbing.
They don’t talk about what happened, not to their father, not to anyone but
each other. They don’t talk about what they did, and yet as time passes they
find themselves falling into bed with each other again and again, because they
choose to, not because it’s forced. When they are older, when they realize just
how fucked up things are between them they try to stay away from each other,
and they do for years, but as soon as they are together again it starts all
over, the need, the way they cling together, the way they only find peace and
joy in each other’s bodies.
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