Learn To Love

Sorry for the wait! This chapter repeated itself and that has been corrected thanks to NetMyne01 for pointing it out to me. That is what I get for posting late at night. Sorry for the confusion. :)

Chapter Two

Dean pulled off his brother and swallowed his brother's cum. Sam relaxed under him as Dean moved to get up.

"You okay Sammy?" Dean asked as he absentmindedly wiped his hand across his lips catching the moisture there.

Sam stared at him with a blissed out expression. "I'm good, the need's gone for now."

Dean nodded and moved to get up. He was now sporting a hard-on which was all kinds of wrong, right up there with giving his baby brother a blow job. Right now he needed to concentrate on taking care of Sam, the freak out over the consequences could come later.

Dean found himself in the bathroom and after taking some mouth wash to take his brother's taste from his mouth, he decided that as much as he would like to hide in the bathroom until his emotions were in check, he really needed to stay with Sam. As he left the safe haven of the bathroom, he found Sam sitting up in bed staring at him.

"Dean, are we okay?" Sam's face was full of concern.

"Yeah Sammy, considering the circumstances, we're good. So you feeling more in control?" Dean moved to sit down in a chair next to Sam's bed.

Sam sighed. "For the moment, it's weird how my head clears afterward. I would think that under the effects of the venom I would be in a constant haze."

Dean nodded. "Yeah well, I'll take what we can get."

Dean could see that Sam was processing something in his geek brain and from the kid's expression it wasn't good.

"What is it Sam?"

Sam looked down at the comforter he'd pulled back over him to cover himself. "I've never run across a victim's report where they had clarity. I think this must be the demon blood in me."

Dean swiped at his face in frustration. "Maybe it is, so at least you get some good from that stupid curse. Don't dwell on it Sam. We need to use your moments of clarity to figure out what to do next."

Sam looked up at Dean with a quizzical look. "I thought we were just going to wait things out until Ruby came up with a cure."

Dean had felt that the best course of action when this all went down but now that he had a moment to breathe, he had his doubts about trusting the demon. Ruby seemed to care for Sam but Dean still didn't trust her and while he and Sam didn't have the luxury to research what had happened, he realized Ruby wasn't their only source of help.

"I was thinking it might not hurt to call Bobby." Dean spoke the words hesitantly, he knew that Sam probably wouldn't take to the idea.

"Dean, we can't call Bobby. I... god he is like a father to us and I don't want him to know. We just need to hang tight and wait for Ruby. If this is too much, just lock me up and ….

Dean cut Sam off, tired of the kid's self sacrificing stand on this. "Just stop it Sam. Leaving you is not an option especially when leaving you could lead to another attack by the incubus or worse, your death from the venom. Not gonna happen."

Sam jutted his jaw out. "Fine but we handle this ourselves."

Dean shook his head. "No, we don't. With you so sick, I won't be able to research a cure so we can't handle this ourselves. And as for Ruby, well, Sam I just don't trust her, sorry. I'm going to call Bobby. A little embarrassment now will be worth it if he can save you."

Sam stood up quickly. Dean felt his face flush as he took in his brother's naked form in front of him. The kid's streamline body was now on display and Dean's dick twitch at the sight.

"Whoa Sam, where you going?" Dean stood up to catch his wobbly sibling.

"I don't want to call Bobby." Sam stood wobbly but his face was full of stubborn determination.

Dean grasped each of Sam's shoulders and helped sit his vertically challenged sibling back down on the bed.

"Sam, listen to me, we need to first get you dressed and then I want you to drink some water. One of the first lines of defense to an incubus or succubus attack is fluids- we can't have you getting dehydrated."

Sam glared at him. "You're just changing the subject. We are not calling Bobby."

Dean sighed in frustration. "Look Sam, can we take care of your needs first and then argue?"

Sam didn't reply and Dean took that as a positive sign. He quickly moved to grab Sam's duffel off the floor and dug in it until he found Sam a change of clothing. Sweatpants and a t-shirt seemed the most reasonable thing to dress an out of control horny brother in. Easy on and easy off.

Crap, my mind is in the gutter and I'm so going back to hell. Dean realized as he approached his brother that under normal circumstances, their disagreement would have lead to one of them punching the other or one of them storming out- but after their sexual encounter earlier, Dean had none of those urges. In fact all of his urges were coming from down below. It was hard to concentrate.

"Here, do you need help?" Dean asked as he handed his flustered sibling his clothes.

"I can do it." Sam huffed out.

Dean left Sam to it and made a trip outside to the vending machine where he quickly purchased a bottle of water. He returned to find Sam in the same spot he left him but he was at least dressed though part of Dean was disappointed with the addition of clothes.

"Sam, you need to drink this." Dean unscrewed the water bottle and handed it to a pouty Sam.

Sam took a long pull off the bottle and Dean was transfixed to the sight of his brother's long neck working as he drank the liquid. In fact he watched as Sam quickly downed the whole bottle and once Sam was done, Dean found he had a hard on.

Sam huffed and handed the bottle back to Dean. "Alright, I'm dressed and hydrated. Now, can we just call Ruby and see if she has some answers before we involve someone else in this?"

Dean tossed the empty bottle into the nearby trashcan and gently sat down in the chair near Sam's bed, willing his erection to go away.

"Sam, I get that this is embarrassing but I think that we need to talk to Bobby. I don't exactly trust Ruby like you do... and to be honest I know she has this hold on you and …."

"Dude, why can't you just trust me?" Sam growled out before Dean could finish.

"Because I know you sneak off with the bitch. I'm not stupid. I know you have your secret meetings where you get your rocks off and under normal circumstances I would be all for it Sam but she is a demon. I'm afraid she has you so twisted up you can't see straight. Just, let me call Bobby, that's all I'm asking." Dean didn't want to have his show down with Sam about Ruby happen while his little brother was so out of it but then he really just didn't want to have this conversation.

Sam rolled his eyes at him. "Fine, you call Bobby and tell him that we're having sex. See how that goes over."

Dean sighed. "Dude, it is the last thing I really want to do but we need to weigh all our options."

Sam nodded and swallowed hard. "Just do it quick because I can feel the urge coming back."

"Shit." Dean quickly pulled out his phone from his back pocket, hoping that Bobby was available.

-0-

Bobby had been just about to grab a beer and chill out with a crossword when his cell rang. A quick glance told him it was Dean.

"Dean everything go okay with the succubus hunt?"

A loud sigh was his answer. Dean's voice was tight has he spoke. "We wasted her but didn't count on her having a mate. I went out for drinks and it came to take out his frustrations on Sam."

"Crap, is the kid okay?" Bobby's voice wavered a bit in concern. Incubus could be nasty creatures and this just sounded bad.

"Well, I showed up and banished him before he could do the deed with Sam but unfortunately he was trying to make Sam his mate and -"

"Kid get a dose of his venom?" Bobby prayed the answer was no.

"Yeah he did. Ruby showed up and told me that the creature was pretty powerful- had been around awhile and then left to find a potion to cure Sam. Meanwhile...

Dean's voice trailed off and Bobby filled in the blanks real fast. It wasn't a pretty picture.

"Damn it, Dean, you can't let Ruby near him." Bobby rasped out.

" Why not?" Dean's voice was edged with anger.

"I don't know if she is misinformed or is pulling a fast one on you but there is no cure for the venom if it was used for binding. Do you remember Gage and Larry Johnston?"

"Yeah, they're cousins that hunt right?" Dean rumbled out.

"Yep, and Larry got himself in a similar situation so I did the research for them and once the victim is infected by the incubus for a binding then the person needs to be bound to someone or the venom will start attacking the victims body. You have forty eight hours to bind Sam to someone or he'll die."

"Son-of – a – bitch. So what did the Johnston's do?"

"Let's just say they're kissing cousins now." Bobby pulled his ear from the phone as Dean let the expletives fly.

"Dean, get a hold of yourself, you're not doing Sam any good with losing control." Bobby could hear Dean take a deep breath.

"What do we do?" Dean growled out.

"Well I have my notes somewhere, give me an hour and I can give you the Latin spell work to bind Sam to you. The good news is that once bound you can control this to a point. Sam can live a normal life after the binding with some glitches."

"Normal huh? Yeah whatever."

"Can you put the phone on speaker for Sam to hear?" Bobby knew that Sam had to be chomping at the bit to find out what was being said.

"Okay Bobby, Sam can hear you now." Dean huffed out.

"Alright so here is the deal, once a binding ritual is started with an incubus you have to finish it or the venom will kill you. A binding ritual is used for a variety of needs of an incubus. They do have harems or nests of their bound mates. I have a feeling that Sam was intended for that purpose. The venom and binding would have created a slave – master relationship where the incubus would control your mind and body. Another way that the binding is used is for him to pick a human mate that he goes to as he wants and might even have children with. In that case the incubus lets the human live a normal life outside him but controls all of their sexual desires there by guaranteeing that the mate only has sex with him. Are you boys with me so far?" Bobby paused and braced himself for the uncomfortable questions that this situation had bred.

Sam shaky voice was the first to be heard. "Are you sure that Ruby can't find a cure?"

Bobby swallowed hard at the emotions that threatened to derail him. He hated to hear Sam sounding so scared and even more he hated to be the bearer of bad news.

"Sam, the Johnston cousins faced this same problem and we scoured every source... I'm afraid binding you to another is the only way. Now, if you are bound to someone you trust you won't have to worry about the mind control and your sexual urges can be tamed down to normal ones for any couple. In fact the binding made both parties attracted to each other. They are elusive to each other now. In fact I wouldn't be surprised if being near the venom infected doesn't have that effect on a sexual partner."

Bobby could hear Sam sigh.

"There is nothing normal about this Bobby."

"Nope, I get that. Now, I'll let you boys mull things over while I find my notes. Just know that whatever you need... I'm here." Bobby shuddered at the thought of having Sam bound to him but if Dean couldn't do it then Bobby would make that sacrifice. It was one that scared him but he knew he'd do anything for the boys.

Dean's voice brought him out of those dark thoughts. "Call when you have something."

The phone went dead and Bobby wished there was some other way to help the boys without turning their lives upside down.

-0-

Sam felt his skin crawling. The need and desire were not far away. It was hard to think straight and then to have the binding crap dropped in his lap, it was all too much.

"Dean, I think that maybe we need to discuss options." Sam mumbled as he ran his right hand nervously through his hair.

Dean gave him a small smile. "If you're worried, no need to be, I'm here for you and none of this is going to scare me off. I know that Bobby offered but...

Sam's eyes went wide at Bobby's name. "No, not that option. I couldn't do that. I just thought Ruby might be a better option."

Dean's eyes went wide with anger. "What the hell Sam? I'm not letting a demon be in control of my brother."

Sam tried to keep things under control but his skin was crawling with need and words just came flying out. "She and I are already connected. This would just make it more so."

Dean moved forward and grabbed Sam, pulling him to his feet. "What do you mean Sam?"

Sam had had enough, of fighting of secrets. This would probably tear them apart completely but maybe it was for the best. "I've been drinking her blood, so that I can be strong enough to kill Lilith."

Sam braced himself for a punch but instead he felt his body being thrown down on the bed and Dean's lip's sealing over his. The kiss was brutal and it took Sam's breath away. Once they parted he felt Dean's hot breath on his left ear.

"You're mine, that bitch can't have you. You got that?"

Sam's body shuddered with anticipation. "Yours, got that." He rasped out.

Dean shoved him hard, unexpectedly, and Sam flew backward. When the backs of his thighs hit the mattress, he windmilled for a moment before dropping to the surface. Dean was on him before he could catch his breath.

Fingers wound themselves around strands of his hair, yanking his head up, baring his throat. Sam shivered with anticipation. "Hands over your head. Now."

Sam closed his eyes but he let his imagination work overtime as he listened to the noises in the room. There was a clink and a scrape of material competing with heavy breathing but Sam couldn't guess what was going on.

Something soft and worn was wrapped around his wrist. His eyes flew open, his neck craning backward; Dean's leather belt. Another shiver rippled through his frame as Dean secured him to the headboard again.

Dean rucked up Sam's t-shirt, exposing his chest. Sam let his eyes flutter closed as Dean trailed his index finger around first one nipple and then the other. He could feel warm breath on his skin.

It was too much.

"Dean, please, quit screwing around with me. I'm," Sam paused to gulp loudly, "losing my mind here."

A cell phone rang shrilly, Dean swearing. "It's Bobby. I gotta take it."

Sam shook his head from side to side. "Please, Dean. I need…you have to…gah."

A calloused finger caressed his cheek. "I'll be as quick as I can, Sam."

Sam tried to ignore the sound of his heart thundering in his ears and the way his chest seemed to constrict. Dean had said it wasn't real. He may feel like he was drowning but he wasn't. He just needed to concentrate on something else. Just until Dean made this better.

-0-

Dean would be lying if he didn't find Sam, stretched out and trussed to the headboard, appealing. The heavy lidded eyes…the swollen, pink lips…the flushed face…looking at Sam turned on like this was a damn turn-on. Bobby had said the venom would affect both partners. He didn't know if that was true or not but at the moment he didn't really care—he wanted Sam. He wanted to do bad things to him.

"Talk to me, Bobby. What have you got?" Dean's voice was too low and growly to his own ears but there was little he could do about it.

At least Bobby seemed to understand and cut him some slack. "You need to perform a handfasting ritual. Join hands with Sam while you're…ahem…you know…and declare your feelings."

"Declare my feelings? What the hell does that mean? You gotta give me more than that to go on." Dean raked a hand impatiently through his hair. He knew what a handfasting ceremony was but this was Sam's life at stake here.

Sam writhed on the bed, teeth sinking into his plump lowering lip while he stared at Dean, a moan making its way up his throat. God, Sam was so hot. Dean palmed his denim covered cock and pushed down; he was going to lose it in another minute or two if Sam kept looking at him like that.

Bobby cleared his throat. "Sort of like wedding vows. You need to declare your intentions. Then there's a phrase in Latin you need to say to finish this up. Gotta pen handy?"

Dean turned his back on Sam, striding over to the table. He found a pen and paper and sighed in aggravation as he struggled to take the cap off the pen. He finally used his teeth to bite the cap off, spitting it out haphazardly. "Go."

The words were deceptively simple. A rough translation was something like 'bind our bodies together and our souls are bound.' The verb tenses could be different—Dean never could be bothered with those—and it could be spirits instead of souls but it meant about the same thing.

Harsh breathing from the bed overrode everything else. "Thanks, Bobby. I'll call you later." Much later.

-0-

Sam couldn't breathe. It was as simple as that. The harder he tried to drag air into his lungs, the more light headed he became.

Then Dean was there. "Easy. I've got you."

The leather around his wrists was gone and Sam moaned his displeasure. He was too far gone to think right now but he'd liked being at Dean's mercy.

Dean tugged him upright, coaxing his arms over his head again. This time the thin cotton material was stripped from his body. He was having a hard time holding his head up, want and desire and need coursing through his body. Making him weak.

Once again Dean was there to take care of him. He levered him back down, supporting his neck. Dean always took care of him.

Fingernails scraped his hips as his sweatpants were worked down and then pulled off. His cock was heavy against his stomach. "D'n…"

Sam couldn't figure out how the drowning sensation had changed, he only knew it was pleasurable now. His head spun even though he lay flat but the dizziness made his heart zing in a desirable way.

Before he could get a handle on what was happening, there was more rustling of clothes.

He jumped when something slick touched the tip of his cock. His hips flexed, demanding more contact. More of the slippery substance coated his shaft. His hands reached down—he needed to be touched—but they were roughly knocked away. "More…God…please."

Dean ignored him. When the sensitive skin between his cock and hole was rubbed, Sam's hips mindlessly pumped into the air. Before he could register the fantastic sensation, a finger was plunging into him. It should have been scary or invasive but it wasn't. It felt so good.

Lips latched on to the sensitive skin where shoulder met neck and Sam arched into the pressure, a distraction to other fingers sinking into him. It didn't matter. Sam needed to be touched. Now.

Strong hands caught his own and pinned them next to his head. Fingers twined with his own.

Sam forced his eyes open and found Dean's flushed face inches from his own. "I have to know, Sammy, before we go any further…can you live with this? Live with us like this?"

Speech beyond him now, Sam lunged up and pressed his lips to Dean's. His tongue darted out, flicking into the warmth. Dean groaned before exerting pressure, pushing Sam's head back to the mattress.

-0-

Dean had never felt so alive. He was a confirmed heterosexual, there was no doubt in his mind, but this, whatever it was, was mind blowing.

He'd prepared Sam as best he could but his body was demanding relief and the way Sam was licking and biting and stroking into his mouth…the way his hips were rocking, pushing against Dean just so…he couldn't wait.

Dean interlaced his fingers with Sam's, pressing them tightly against the mattress. That was as gentle as he could manage.

What had Bobby said? He had to declare his intentions and then when he and Sam got it on, he had to recite the Latin phrase. Bind Sam to him. Forever.

Suddenly forever didn't seem like such a bad idea.

"Sam, I'm going to always protect you. Always take care of you. Always love you."

Dean had to let go of Sam's hands for a moment. He tipped Sam's legs up, pushing them outward and upward. It was a good thing Sam was so flexible. Grasping his leaking cock in one hand, Dean found Sam's hole and lined himself up. Sam's breath hitched…Dean's breath hitched…a push and a slide and Dean was inside.

He wanted to wait, he wanted to give Sam time to adjust, but he had no patience. His body said push and Dean listened. It felt too good to be called work but Dean was panting and sweating as he eased himself deeper.

Settling his weight on his forearms, Dean laced his fingers between Sam's again. Sam's mouth was open, his tongue tentatively darting out, eyes stuck between open and closed. Sam's pupils couldn't have gotten any larger, eating up almost all of the color in those gorgeous eyes. When Sam's lashes fluttered and he whimpered as Dean sank to the hilt, Dean lunged forward, sucking at Sam's lips.

Tongue thrusting in time with his cock, Dean moaned as Sam's body contracted and shivered around his own.

This was it.

Dean tore his lips away and gulping in a deep breath, he whispered the Latin. With one last thrust, his cock unloaded. Sam's legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in impossibly closer.

It might have been clichéd but Dean saw stars.

Heart pounding madly, Dean relaxed his weight fully on to Sam's lax body. One hand continued to clutch Sam's hand as the other slid into the silky hair, fingers petting and stroking.

Dean was home.

-0-

Ruby felt like the Queen of the World!

It had been a long time sense she had dealt with the sexual deviant creatures out there. Oh sure, she knew most of the lore but she was no expert. Imagine her delighted surprise when she found out that there wasn't a potion to cure incubus venom and once a binding had begun it had to be completed. She could now bind with Sam and he would be hers!

No more dealing with stupid Dean Winchester, he would no longer be needed. Sam would be totally hers and she could do with him as she pleased and she was pleased. Sex with Sam was awesome so no hardship there.

The other awesome bonus in all this- no more pleading her case to get Sam to drink her blood. If he was bound to her- he would do as he was told. This was all such a relief.

Ruby just had to get Dean to leave her alone with Sam for a few minutes and this would all be over. She was sure that Dean would be ready to get the hell out of Dodge and away from his new found incestuous relationship. Ruby would be only happy to oblige.

With a spring in her step she approached the boy's room and what she saw as she slowly opened the door took her breath away. Ruby was only able to get the door open a crack due to the protection that Dean had put up but it was all she needed to see what was going on.

Dean was on top of Sam and had his fingers laced with Sam's. Ruby cursed under her breath. Evidently, Dean had found out about the handfasting ritual needed to bind a cursed incubus victim.

Part of her wanted to call out to stop it but then she would give away her hand to Dean and there was no way with all the protection up – that she would be able to stop Dean from taking Sam. The question was whether or not Sam was willing.

By the obscene show she was getting, Ruby was betting that Sam was fully on board with the plan. There was really nothing she could do but enjoy the view and hope against hope that they performed it wrong so that she could step in and take control.

At least watching wasn't a hardship, both boys were firm and nice to look at and she knew from experience that Sam was about to put on a show that would put most porn stars to shame- and it looked like Dean wasn't going to be a slouch either.

Dean was on top and speaking, as Ruby strained to hear the words. "Sam, I'm going to always protect you. Always take care of you. Always love you."

Ruby smiled, while you had to declare your feelings to the vicitm you also had to follow it with a Latin phrase and it looked like Deano didn't have that phrase.

She watched with baited breath as Dean slide into Sam. The moan that came from the youger Winchester made Ruby wish she was in the bed instead of Dean. The sight in front of her was hot and she felt herself desiring to be a part of it.

This was the final moment, with Dean inside Sam he had to say the words or this ritual wouldn't work. If she would have thought it would work, Ruby would have crossed her fingers but instead she watched closely as Dean lifted his head away from Sam's and in that moment she heard words whispered in Latin and then it was over. The boys climaxed and Ruby slowly shut the door not wanting to witness anymore of Dean's conquest.

He had won Sam – plain and simple and now his little brother would be bound to do as Dean wanted.

That totally worked against everything Ruby had been working so hard for. She was so close and now... well now she wanted to walk in the room and annihilate Dean and take back her Sam.

Ruby knew she was being irrational and needed to take a step back. If she could calm down then maybe, she could come up with another plan- because there had to be another way. Sam was going to free her Dark Lord and if she had to kill Dean and use Sam against his will then that is what she would do.

Feeling a bit more in control she turned to leave the love birds to enjoy their happiness for now because soon she would tear them apart.

-0-

Sam woke up with his head on Dean's chest. God that was so wrong and so right all in the same breath. He vaguely remembered committing himself to Dean last night while suffering from the effects of the incubus attack. It was a bit of a blur but the fact that Dean had sworn to protect, care for and love him was very clearly ingrained in his head. Sam now belonged to Dean and that was a happy thought. The details could be worked out later.

Right now he was content to be in his brother's arms once again feeling like he belonged, like he was home.

End

A/N: We would like to apologize for the long wait. Both Heatherofthenight and myself, try and never post wips because you never know when real life with interfere and then you leave your readers in the lurch. We both broke that rule to post in time for a friends birthday, BlueEyedDemonLiz, and it bit us in the butt. We are sorry for the wait! Hope you like it birthday girl!