A/N: I've decide to write a series of one-shots, that will evolve around our boys and the Seven Deadly Sins (you know Sam/Dean naked and doing stuff... the usual yamminess :P). It will constist of 7 chapters, un-related with each other. All in Dean's POV (hence the tittle), since I have other plans for my dear Sam. *evil grin*

See that you'll read carefully the ratings, warnings and details on every chapter, for they'll vary.

For chapter 1:

Story Details: Do you remember the scene where Sam confronts Dean about the later being shit-scared about going to hell, but all the while acting like everything is fine? If you don't, go to youtube and search for this - FB - Sam/Dean - Be my brother again ... greatest SPN scene ever! *sighs* Okay, now, this fic is what I wish had happened after that...

Rated: M

Warnings: slash, INCEST, suggestive themes, sexual encourter and bad language.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but a wicked imagination.

I: Luxuria [Lust]

Dean could feel it start at the base of his fucking neck, tingling the whole way down his spine. It made his vision blur, cause everything suddenly were all bright and blinding; it was painful to breathe and he choked on the effort to swallow.

Of all the things Dean has done in the past, this was gonna be the worst. He can't stop it, though. It kills him to admit that, but he's weak. Weak to Sam's face, with the twin dimples adorning it; Weak to Sam's body, with all the well-defined strong muscles.

And now, after dragging Sam successfully into this mess, this twisted, wicked, unholy thing... Dean can't let Sam go. He can't back off and let Sam be.

Not when Sam looks like he's enjoying it...

Sam's right there, beneath him, writhing and moaning as Dean's fingers, lips, tongue slide up and down his body, covering as much of Sam's skin as possible.

Sam is innocent, he doesn't know what he's been doing to Dean all this time; with his sad smiles and his lingering hugs and his "I wish you'd drop the show and be my brother again, Dean.", plus, Dean's already got a one-way ticket to hell.

It's all his fault, you see.

Sam, the poor thing, gets in trouble by accident; he does his best to avoid them, but trouble had always had a way of finding Sam.

Now, Dean? Dean gets in trouble by default; he's the type who will hunt trouble down, and force it to mess with him.

"Had it ever crossed your mind we'd end up like this?" Sam's rasped whisper, made Dean's blood boil inside his veins, senting an electric shock straight to his groin.

"Had it ever occured to you, that all you'd have to do was ask, and I would be here underneath you?" The son of a bitch was torturing him, so Dean growled against his chest.

"What do you want, Dean?" Sam asked, continuing with his 'Let's-see-how-long-it-will-take-for-Dean-to-cream-his-pants' plan. "You can do anything you want to me. I wouldn't resist." He purred. Sam fucking purred.

Dean snarled, as Sam's words forced him to sort of visualize himself licking his way inside Sam's pliable body -which was ridiculous; not to mention crazy and wrong. -And, Oh dear God in Heaven, so tempting.

So carnal they were, Dean's thoughts, so intense the need to have them fulfilled; so dangerous for Sam to provoke Dean to act on them.

"You want to take me, don't you; Own me, posses me, bind me to you. Don't you want that, Dean? You want me to stay with you forever, don't you?" All the while, Dean hasn't found the will to abscind his mouth from his brother's flesh, in order to articulate a proper answer. To some level, that's because Dean doesn't think he'd be able to speak right now; at least not coherently.

So, Dean moaned and nodded, and his heart, which had been beating it's way out of his chest, seemed to skid to a halt and drop into his stomach, as Dean prepared himself for the killing strike to his sanity, to his whole shakily-confident world; afraid of Sam's denial to let Dean have it. Let him have Sam.

Please, please, please.

"Do it, Dean. I want it, too. So badly, it hurts. And you don't wanna hurt me, do you, Dean?" To his great embarassment, Dean whimpered. Of course he doesn't want to hurt Sam. In fact, Dean wants to kill anything that hurts Sam.

Dean almost started to say so, but then, he realized what Sam said; so, instead, he lifted his body higher to kiss Sam's lips, even though he had been content to be allowed to abuse his brother's neck and chest so far, effectively silencing Sam, and starting on the greatest task he's ever been presented with.

Dean will steal away his brother's innocence tonight. Well, kinda; Sam's been with women, but he's a virgin when it comes to men, and that's all Dean can ask for...

It wasn't beatiful; or magnificent, or amazing, or pleasurable beyond belief, or whatever the hell novels and movies made the First Time with your One seem like.

It was painful. Especially for Sam; although it did kinda helped (a fucking lot) that Dean would go rigid above him and kiss him, with even the slightest sign of discomfort. And it was somewhat weird, to have fingers... well, in there, and the lube was fucking cold but then it warmed up and Dean was looking at Sam like he was the only man exsisting upon the Earth, so Sam thought it'd be okay.

Then, it got scary, horrifying really, because once Dean was... well, balls deep inside Sam, stretching him in ways he had never been stretched before, they stared at each other for a while, trying to get used to the sensations and... Humiliation made an appearance behind their eyes, as they remembered that they're brothers and that this was the way they were created (by the same people!) and they both sort of freaked out and started crying (Dean will insist that only Sam cried, he was cool -the lying bastard.) Then, naturally, they attempted to comfort each other and things got awkward, with a capital A, because they'd never had such an intimate hug before -if you catch the drift...; but, they managed to surpass that (because they're The Winchesters, damn it!).

And, after all that, Sam had a headache from sobbing, and Dean was feeling so guilty he thought he'd get sick, so they started to pull away... And that was clearly the most stupid thing to do, because they were still... uh... connected, which resulted to Dean moving inside Sam. Dean moved inside Sam! And everything that had happened up until that moment, joined logic and together they all flew straight out of the window.

And then Dean moved again, because Sam had looked so goddamn beautiful when he moaned the first time he did it (not to mention that Sam ordered him not to stop -which was hot -seeing Sam order, that is).

After a few gentle and long thrusts it got frustrating; to the point where Sam had to not only beg but threaten Dean, to move -the fuck- faster and harder, because Dean was under the impression he would break Sam, if he wasn't as gentle as humanly possible.

But, soon it was frenzied and clumsy and so goddamn wonderful and Dean couldn't imagine it getting any better and, from Sam's blissfully tortured expression, he'd had to agree. And Dean was slamming into Sam in a staccato pace, trying to find his way as deep as he could inside his brother, and Sam was right there with him, meeting his thrusts eagerly and producing adorably desperate whines from his luscious lips. And Dean's cock was twitching and throbbing, while surrounded possessively by Sam's insides. And they both needed the climax, but they hated that after it this would end.

"Dean, Dean, Dean, Dean." Sam continuously moaned into the older's neck like a mandra, like his name was the only word Sam cared to learn, and Dean scrabbled at Sam's hips, trying to find purchase on something, trying to keep grounded. But, with another tortured moan of his brother's name, Sam came against their abdomens and Dean was seeing stars, shuddering uncontrollably as he emptied everything he had to offer inside his baby brother.

And they collapsed, limp and sated, on the bed, trying to catch their breaths and never letting go (because they were unable to in the past and, now, how could they even think about doing so?).

Dean grimaced as he slipped out of Sam, feeling like he wasn't supposed to be out of Sam (if that made sense anywhere outside Dean's own head), so he curled around Sam's body all the same, trying to exsist as close to the younger man as possible without actual penetration.

It unnerved Dean a bit, to feel this desperate for Sam, but, damn everything to death, Sam wasn't allowed to have this with anyone else ever again, even if that meant Dean was building his own house down in Hell.

"I knew it." Sam exclaimed, still sounding breathless.

"What?" Dean mumbled lazily, unable to produce more than one word, and making up for it by nuzzling Sam's neck.

"I knew it would feel like this; that you'd feel perfect." Sam said plainly, like he had been fantasising about sex with his brother his entire life -which would have been disturbing, if Dean hadn't.

"You think I'm perfect?" Dean wasn't looking at him, and his throat felt dry, the words scratching at it painfully as they came out.

Sam smiled bemused and shook his head. "I think you're a nutter... but you're perfect for me." He specified. And Dean, by-passing the shame that was burning him, because he had allured his younger brother into terrible, incestous acts, could relate to that.

For all his excuses, his fears and this sentiment of inadequacy that tormented him for the most of his life, Dean realized there never really was a choice. Sam was the only one he could see, if only for a brief future (of all the times, dying had to be happening now!), and even when Sam was gone, Dean's soul knew he would only have to wait, and Sam would return back to him; by the side of his stubborn brother, riding shot gun in an old Chevy. That was Sam's rightful place.

Dean smiled.

A/N: So? Yeah, I know it seems irrelevant, but squint a little -won't cha?

For chapter 2 we'll have Gluttony, and I have no idea when it'll be up... *stares at floor, to hide pink chicks*

Thank you for reading!