Days and Nights in the Forest.

Concluding Part.

Patroclus76.

Warning: I do not think this is explicit but it might offend. It is not my intention and should be read in the spirit of the story as a whole.

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The two young men sat staring at each other, their bodies taut and trembling. Both were deeply shocked by the kiss and for a moment unhooked from the world in which they had hitherto lived their separate, different lives. They panted for breath as if they had been chased and corned. No one spoke. The soft evening twilight darkened under the trees like a slow rising tide, running in as the sun dipped below the horizon, and softly obliterating the outlines of tree and leaf. Still neither moved, as if they had fallen under a deep and powerful enchantment and feared to break it. Sam had tasted the infinite chill of a long winter touched at last by the promise of spring, and in his lust had seen himself for the first time, radiant and ablaze, but also Edward: as if the disguise of the cold white body had been stripped away and the true, unendurable beauty of the Vampire revealed at last. For his part, Edward had tasted in Sam his own lost mortality, the echo of something he had once been, and in a moment of ecstasy had glimpsed the vast promise of life with Bella. If was as if Sam was Bella in disguise, wrought in muscle and fibre into a dazzling masculine beauty that mirrored his own and shook his death wish and his hopeless certainty. The sensation of kissing Sam was impossible to describe. And yet for both Sam and Edward, in that moment of astounding grace had come a premonition of parting, the pulsing quick silver of a world in which nothing lasted and all perished; even Edward sensed it, the end of all things.

`Sam.'

Edward's voice was a whisper. He raised his hand and with a long elegant finger he traced out the line of the boy's firm lips.

`Edward?'

Sam took Edward's hand and kissed it, kissing the cold wrist and the arm, peeling back the sleeve of his shirt to lick the forearm. Edward half stood, moving back, the sensation so sensuous as to be almost unendurable. He thought to himself simply `Sam is trying to arouse me beyond reason, he wants me to lose control and kill him.'

`You are a devil, Sam Winchester. You are tempting me with your own flesh, knowing I will be unable to resist, knowing I have watched you these past weeks -'

`I am not temping you at all -' Sam suddenly swung his head back up into Edward's and with his teeth bit Edward's lip affectionately and with cool precision. Caught off balance, the Vampire fell forward into the astounding heat of the young man, the staggering heady scent, and before he could protest or resist he tasted the hot iron tang of Sam's blood in his mouth.

`I'll kill you -' Edward pleaded. The world was suddenly luminous to him, the dark lines of the forest drawn in great florescent lines of neon. Sam saw the golden irises of Edward's eyes grow blue-black and bestial, but he continued to calmly licked the white face, and with a hand to Edward's neck, moved the Vampire's mouth away from his, down the carved, brown neck, past his throat, across the broad duned shoulder, then down across his breast; smearing a comet trail of blood from his chin to his nipple. Edward felt he was going to explode in wrath, a fury of teeth and nails and yet suddenly he sensed his hatred and lust evaporate, burned away, as if for a brief moment Sam had made him human again.

`You won't kill me.' whispered Sam and with his free hand he started to unbuckle his belt, to snap and open the buttons on his jeans, and to pull down his pant band from the solid wall of his lower stomach. They fell away with studied ease.

Edward felt a lust close to panic, something so delirious that for a moment he thought he might be sick or faint or scream.

`Sam - what are you doing? What do you want?' Edward lifted his face away from Sam's chest and then, unable to control himself, licked up into Sam's arm pit. Sam laughed gently, furtively, and raised his arm obligingly. Although he could not see in the dark, Edward already knew the exact expression on the man's face, the lines on the cheeks, the frown etched into the forehead and around the eyes. Edward felt the solid wedge of triceps on his lips and the warm salty fug of Sam's smell. He tasted like peat and smoke, bitter. Sam took Edward's hand and guided it down towards his groin.

`You know what I want. I want you to let me deep inside you. Will you?'

Edward nodded his head slowly in reluctant, joyous agreement. For the first time in his long life he felt cold, and unable to resist the astounding power of who Sam was, he started to unbutton his shirt, to tear if off, in sudden desperation, in fear that the moment would pass and never come again. When he had finished Sam was already naked, his hand sweeping Edward's thigh.

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Sam awoke as the darkness was lifting. In the soft greyness he heard the solitary, monastic beads of song from thrush and blackbird, and realised he was curled up over Edward's back, his arms joined around the Vampire's tight narrow waist and his mouth nestled into the base of Edward's deep red hair. They were naked but partly covered by Edward's coat and their shirts, that somehow someone had knotted together like the sail of a small boat. Sam's body was sore and cold. He lifted his head away and looked down to see his legs and stomach traced with papery white trails of dried semen. His nipples and neck were tender and his balls ached with a dull muscular throb. He wondered for a brief moment if Edward was in fact asleep but realised the impossibility of it and gently chewed his ear.

`You are awake, naturally?'

He heard Edward snort and saw in his minds eye the elegant, ironic smile that Edward wore when he was amused and touched at the same time.

`Of course. Although I have to confess that for a moment, sometime when you were murmuring to yourself about tort law, I felt I had actually drifted off and slept, but only for a second!'

`Really?' whispered Sam, smiling as well. He tightened his grip on Edward and snuggled down. Then despite himself Sam started to laugh.

`What?'

`Nothing. The idea of trying to warm myself against you is - well - sort of funny!'

Edward closed his eyes and pushed his buttocks back into Sam's groin and Sam laughed again, louder this time, and the sound of his joy vibrated into Edward through the corded brown arms that lay tight around him. Edward was exhausted still, his body bruised and cut. They had made love in the darkness, falling over things, laughing and shrieking, Sam's body everywhere, a rugged landscape demanding and yet careful, gentle, aggressive and then yielding. Had it been a dream? Was he dreaming now? Why did it have to end?

They lay together until the sun warmed the forest and the deep green light yellowed towards mid morning. They then arose and drank in the stream, made breathless by the deep cold water. They then washed in front of each other, unabashed and then dressed carefully as if they were both on official business. Afterwads they walked for a while, hand in hand until they came suddenly to a road that neither had expected to find. It was the first sign of human habitation they had come across for many weeks. Sam thought it ominous.

`You'll leave today, won't you?' he asked, looking at the road as if it was a trick or a mystery, left for him and for him alone, evidence of their parting.

`Yes. But you have changed what I am.' said Edward simply `And what I want to be.'

Sam looked at him and smiled his most enchanting smile, the one that Edward thought of for long years after when ever he was distressed or bewildered.

`Will I see you again?' asked Sam, looking at the Vampire now directly.

`I am not sure, Sam. I am not sure it would be a good idea. You bring me close to madness. Next time I might really kill you!'-

`Ok. I understand. And I don't want to die now, I want to find Dean and restore what is mine, or rather what can be restored.' Sam's sadness was the most beautiful thing Edward had ever seen. They parted just after noon, kissing each other primly but both in tears. Sam thought that Edward had been sent to him out of his own misery to take him back into the light, while Edward thought Sam was the nearest thing to God a Vampire could reasonably expect to find. For weeks afterwards, until Sam returned to the world of men, he would find the odd deer drained of blood left for him to eat as if for all is masculine assertion, Edward watched over him and not vice versa.

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They did meet once again, strange as it may seem. As Sam's long life came to its natural end, his old and withered body lay in a bed in an old house not far from Seattle. His wife and family, and their families also, had gathered quietly and contemplatively, talking and reading with the old man until one evening, sensing the end was near, Sam had asked them to leave him so that he could make his peace with God and prepare like the ancient Seraphs of old, to come into the divine presence. As he prayed he suddenly saw a young pale man sitting on the end of his bed by the open window, smiling a clever but affectionate smile. He recognised his friend immediately and they embraced deeply. They then spoke of their lives, of their successes, and how they had both lived to achieve their ambitions. Afterwards they were together in silence, Edward holding the old man's hand to his mouth and playfully blowing on his fingers.

`Edward, my body is broken. I am ashamed for you to see me like this, an old and ruined thing. When I saw you last I was young and my world was yet in it's making - thanks to you.'

Edward tutted.

`Your scent is the same, Sam. And would you believe that beyond this body I can still see the dark, young man swimming in a pool, the shocking raw beauty of you! You think that this is you?' he touched Sam's weathered, lined face. `This is a mask, Sam. When we met that day long ago I thought you were the most beautiful thing I ever saw and I think that now, Bella not withstanding!'

They both laughed and then Edward said gently. `Where is the soul, Sam, in what part of us does it reside, and wherein lies the beat of its heart and the promise?'

`I don't know.' whispered the old man. `Long have I looked for it.'

Edward laughed and said. `You do know. I didn't know until you told me - how can you have forgotten? Come on, take my hand, I'll take you to it.'

And Sam felt the cold long fingers lace through his and suddenly found himself rushing through the great vast greens of trees and mountains, one great kaleidoscope of days and nights in the forest, as if his life had never ended. Sam's great grand-daughter found him later, eyes wide and smiling, dead but with his face turned to the opened window. Earlier she had come up to his room because she had heard voices and laughter, and in her haste to climb to the top of the wild old house, she had paused for breath at the rill of a wide deep window and spied two boys running out, hand in hand, yawping into the trees.