Chapter Seven

Warnings: Language and gore with a side dish of violence followed by a dessert of smut. You have been warned.

'thoughts'

Dean stared at the large facility that loomed up out of the shadows as he followed Lex’s Porsche down the gravel road to the site that was located near the Kent farm. He’d had a brief thought about visiting Clark as they’d passed the farm, but the matter at hand had quickly shoved that to the wayside. They needed to take care of the sites before they ran out of time. It wouldn’t take long to do the dam site, but the two factories were another story all together. That and they had to find the two people who’d summoned the spirits in the first place.

Parking as he sighed, Dean got out of his car and watched as Sam and Lex got out of Lex’s car. He knew his brother was definitely not happy about using Lex as bait, but they would just have to be on the ball. If it was a demon, they could trick it into walking into a devil’s trap or, if worse came to worse, they could use the Colt. But Dean wanted to avoid that second option at all costs. Every time Sam used the damn thing, it felt like he was losing his brother to that part of him that may or may not be entirely human.

Shaking his head on his thoughts, he went back to the trunk and popped it open before propping the secret compartment up. He didn’t move as he looked over the weapons, charms, and other essentials they had there as Sam came over to stand by him. They both grabbed a sawed off shotgun and rock salt rounds, holy water bottles, a rosary, and then tucked their preferred guns into the backs of their jeans. Sam hefted up a sawed off and handed it to Lex before grabbing the bag that had their dad’s journal and the blessed chalk that they’d use to make the Devil’s trap.

Lex looked at the sawed off in bemusement before Dean explained. “Rock salt dispels spirits. That gun’s got rock salt rounds. If we can’t get to you, use it,” he stated gruffly as he checked to make sure his gun wouldn’t jam as he pumped it.

“Got it,” Lex answered and copied him confidently. “Shall we?”

“Let’s get this over with,” Sam replied grimly before slamming the trunk shut and heading for the facility, which looked to have just a skeleton crew. That was good. The plan was to have Lex get the people out while Sam and Dean set up the traps and that would hopefully grab at least one of the demon’s attentions as well as the spirits. Once they had the demon trapped, they would then exorcise him or her and hopefully the spirits connected to them as well. If all went well, they’d be done in a couple of hours.

Of course, things never went perfectly. That’s why there were always contingency plans.

They headed for the gate that barred them from the main building and a guard stepped out and shone a flashlight on them. “I’m sorry, but I must ask you to leave the premises. You are on government property,” the guard called out as they stopped just a couple of feet from them.

“It’s ok...they’re with me. They’re helping with the investigation of the recent accidents,” Lex stated as he stood in front of Dean and Sam. Dean glanced at Sam, who smirked before they refocused on the guard.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Luthor. But my orders are that no unauthorized citizens are allowed,” the guard answered firmly and stayed where he was. “I must ask you to leave.”

“Screw this,” Dean growled under his breath and, before Lex or Sam could react, Dean was in front of the guard with a fist flying. The guard fell, tried to get up, and was knocked unconscious by another blow from Dean. Dean straightened as he glared around them. “Let’s move it. We don’t have time for this bullshit,” he barked out before walking swiftly past the gate and towards the main building.

Lex glanced at Sam as they followed Dean. “He always this impatient?” he asked quietly and Sam snorted as he grinned wryly.

“Yea, but it usually comes in handy. Sometimes we need to just move fast so we don’t get taken out before taking out our quarry,” Sam murmured back and Lex grinned and chuckled before falling silent as they strode into the large structure. They looked around quickly before Lex took the lead again and directed them to the main laboratory area that had been the center of the accident. They ducked under the police tape and went into the room, ignoring the reddish black stains of blood that were on various sections of the concrete.

“Man, these are some seriously pissed off spirits,” Dean muttered as he examined one exceptionally large stain that covered a large area of one of the walls before going to where Sam was standing and examining what remained of the summoning circle. “What do you think, Sam?”

“Definitely a summoning. I think that, with these couple of symbols, the spirits are bound to the two that summoned them and with blood at that. If we get rid of them, then the exorcism will take care of the spirits. But they’re going to be pretty violent as well as powerful,” Sam explained as he examined the symbols that were still visible.

“So watch your backs. Let’s get started. Sam, you take care of the trap. Lex, make sure no one we don't want gets in here. I’m going to start setting up the exorcism,” Dean instructed as he pulled out their dad’s journal and several bunches of herbs before grabbing the canister of rock salt.

“Lex...be careful,” Sam whispered to Lex before they parted and Lex smiled at him before heading for the main doorway. They worked carefully, yet quickly as they set up their traps. But they were only halfway through when all hell broke loose.

A large gust of wind suddenly blew up around them as the air started to glow a sickly green. Lex turned quickly when he heard Sam’s shout and saw him ducking from a large machine that was flying at him. The machine crashed into the wall in a shower of sparks and flying shrapnel as the wind picked up around them. Suddenly, Lex was shoved into the room with a cry and he rolled back to his feet before looking around warily. He dropped down as a couple of broken pipes shot at him only to become embedded in the wall. "What the hell is going on?!" he shouted in alarm and grunted as he rolled again to avoid a broken metal beam from the ceiling.

"We got their attention!" Dean yelled back over the maelstrom that was bombarding them with dust and debris inside the room. "Sam! Hurry it up!" he ordered as he finished drawing the last symbol he needed. He cried out as he was knocked to the side before being pinned against the wall.

"Dean!" Sam bellowed and had to duck again as a piece of wired tubing went whipping at him. He scrambled back to the circle and quickly finished it as he heard Lex cry out. He glanced over and saw Lex in the same position as Dean as he slid up the wall while struggling against the pale green hand of one of the spirits.

"Come on out of hiding, you sick son of a bitch!" Dean roared as he finally got his gun up and shot the spirit holding him. He dropped to the floor and gasped for air as Sam did the same for Lex's captor, which sent Lex falling to the floor with a strangled gasp. Pushing himself up, Dean looked around as he glared through the debris. "You chicken shit! Get your demon ass out here or I'm getting you out with my boot!"

"My, my...such words from the great Dean Winchester. Course, I'd heard you had the manners of a caveman, but you know how stories go," a voice drawled as the young man from the video came out of the shadows near Sam and Lex. He sneered at Dean as he raised a hand and several greenish spirits whirled around it, their light reflecting in his black eyes. "So you came to play here before heading for the pit, huh? How...touching. I think I'll just send you down there early!" he shouted and laughed as the spirits shot towards Dean in a twining mass of shrieking vapor.

"Not today, you stupid cock sucking son of a bitch!!" Dean snarled as he shot the spirit closest to him before diving out of the way and shooting the other three. He looked over as he heard a shout and saw that Sam and Lex had managed to shove the demon into the devil's trap somehow and the enraged demon could only stand helplessly in the circle as Sam brought out their father's journal.

"You think that you can control them with me in here?! This body’s power is to control energy, especially life energy! You can’t stop me controlling them!!” the demon shouted as he raised his hands.

“Maybe not! But we can send you back to Hell and take care of them later!” Sam yelled back as he turned to the right page. “You can’t control them in there forever!” he added with a smirk before he started chanting.

“My blood binds me to them! I can still control them! I'll kill all of you meat sacks!!" the demon screeched before cackling and raising his arms up. The room started rumbling as the spirits began to coalesce and Sam stopped reading as they realized that they were in real trouble.

"Sam! Hurry it up!!" Dean shouted as he got up and shot at a couple of the ghosts before he was shoved into a wall by two of the enraged spirits. Lex suddenly cried out as he was lifted and tossed into a bunch of machines and slid down to the floor unconscious as blood dripped from a cut on his head.

Sam glared in rage at the demon possessed man and began chanting over the cacophony. He had to keep dodging and ducking from various objects thrown at him, but he continued his chanting over the rising screams. The man writhed in the circle as the chant progressed until, just at the end, he screamed and bent almost in half as the demon left him and went back to hell. The man fell to the ground barely alive and Dean dropped to the ground as well in relief, but it didn't last as, freed, the spirits went on a rampage. Some of them attacked the man, tearing into his flesh as he screamed weakly before his screams became wet gurgles as he died. The rest of the spirits began throwing stuff at the Winchesters as they tried to get the last exorcism finished.

Dean was thrown into another wall and smacked his head on the stone before falling dazedly to the ground. He heard Sam's cry of panic as a large piece of equipment went hurtling towards him, but he couldn't move out of the way. Just as he was about to say his last prayer, he saw a form suddenly appear and shove the machine to the side just enough so that it went crashing into the wall near Dean instead of on Dean. Dean stared dully up at the figure as he began to black out and recognized the dark hair and pale blue eyes. 'Clark...but...how...' he thought as he passed out to the distant sound of Sam finishing the chant and the shrieks of the spirits as they were exorcised.

He woke up hours later and grunted in pain as his throbbing head told him what it thought of his sudden return to consciousness. He ignored it as usual and opened his eyes blearily. He recognized the surroundings as being a hospital room and found that he was hooked up to an IV. He let his head roll groggily to the side and a glass was put to his lips. With a groan of thanks, he drank the cool liquid down greedily before it was taken away and he licked his lips to get the errant drops still there. He blinked his eyes open and grunted when he saw Sam sitting next to him, smiling in relief. His brother had a couple of stitches over his eyebrow and his arm was in a sling, but he looked none the worse for wear. “Hey,” Dean managed through his cotton mouth and Sam grinned.

“Hey yourself. Ya know, if you’d slept any longer, the beauty might have actually kicked in for your beauty sleep,” Sam teased him and Dean moved a hand up just enough to flick him off as he rolled his head away. “You’re in the Smallville hospital. The security guards had come with all the noise and had called for an ambulance. That was yesterday,” he explained at Dean’s inquisitive glance.

“Hnn...where’s Lex?” Dean asked as he picked at the IV on his hand. He probably had had a minor concussion as well as some lacerations. Pretty commonplace for them, so nothing to really worry about.

“He’s down the hall. He had some major bruising on his ribs and a moderate concussion. But he’ll prolly be able to leave in another day or so,” Sam answered and Dean noted smugly the relief that was visible on his brother’s face.

“So, think I can get out of here? I need to check on something before we do that other site,” Dean remarked as he sat up and winced just a bit as his head throbbed in time to his pulse. He took a deep breath as spots floated in his vision briefly, but he just focused on the last image he’d seen before passing out: Clark shoving the half ton piece of machinery that had had Dean’s name written all over it. “Hey, was there anyone else there?” he asked before looking over at Sam.

Frowning lightly, Sam shook his head slowly as he thought on that night. “Not that I saw. Just us three and then the guards...oh and of course Derek’s dead body,” he responded and Dean cocked an eyebrow. “Derek Hought...he was the possessed man. The demon spoke true. Lex’s database of the remaining meteorite infected state that Derek was able to control energy and especially life energy,” he explained and Dean grunted.

“I need to get out. Did you get my paperwork taken care of?” Dean asked as he shifted in his bed before scooting over so he could sit up completely.

“Dude, you need to rest!” Sam protested as he put a hand on Dean’s shoulder, stopping him.

“Nah, I need to look into something. It’s important, Sam,” Dean stated quietly before looking over his shoulder at his brother.

Scowling in worry, Sam sighed and let his hand drop. “Fine...yea I filled out the paperwork. At least let the doc look you over?” he replied and Dean sighed before nodding in agreement. Smirking in triumph, Sam went to the door and located a nurse to call Dean’s doctor in before going back to his impatient brother. “It won’t take long. What do you need to look into anyways?” he asked as he sat down in the chair again.

“Eh, something that came to my attention last night. Might be connected. Shouldn’t take me long,” Dean answered evasively as he shrugged and looked out the window. He glanced over his shoulder as the door opened again and the doctor came in. “Hey doc...I’m fixing to get out of this joint,” he called out cheerfully and smirked when Sam rolled his eyes.

“Well your brother took care of your paperwork, so we’ll just have a final exam and I don’t see why you couldn’t go,” the doctor remarked with a chuckle as he came over and checked Dean for signs of his concussion. “Looks like you got a hard head. Just be careful when washing your hair. We had to put in a couple of stitches to the back of your head. How’re your ribs?” he asked as he stepped back.

“Fine and dandy. Can I go now?” Dean responded impatiently and grunted when Sam hit him in the shoulder. “Fine, fine...they ache a bit. Did I bruise them?” he inquired as he reached for the clothes that were folded on the other chair near his bedside.

“Slightly. You’re very lucky. You’re all very lucky that the trapped rabid dog that you had encountered in the laboratory hadn’t done more damage,” the doctor commented and Dean smiled sweetly. Cocking an eyebrow, the doctor didn’t look impressed, but he didn’t comment on it anymore. “You’re free to go, Mr. Grange. I’ll have a nurse bring a prescription for some pain meds for you,” he concluded.

“No need, doc. I’m pretty immune to pain meds. I’ll just suck it up like any good man,” Dean bluffed with a charming grin and got a snort of amusement from the doctor before the man left. As soon as the door shut, Dean looked at his brother. “Rabid dog? Dude, you come up with the weirdest excuses,” he stated and Sam grinned.

“Well, seeing as we had one dead body and a whole bunch of stuff thrown around, I figured we needed something that would, in some freaky way, cause it,” Sam retorted and grinned again as Dean snickered while pulling on his t-shirt carefully. “You sure you don’t want me to come?” he asked cautiously.

“Dude, hang with Lex. Besides...you need to make sure no more rabid dogs come after his sorry ass,” Dean responded with a chuckle as he stood and pulled on his boxers and pants. “I’m going to the house to clean up and then do my checking. Don’t wait up for me,” he stated after pushing into his sneakers and grabbed his keys from Sam.

“Ok. Dean...be careful,” Sam said softly and Dean smirked at him.

“Aren’t I always?” Dean returned sassily and chuckled as Sam swatted at him as they left his room. Sam went the opposite way towards what Dean assumed was Lex’s room and he let his smile slip off of his face as he turned and headed for the exit. He knew what he’d seen shouldn’t have been possible, but it was starting to make a bit of sense. If Clark was one of them, then his presence at the accident sites wasn’t a coincidence. And the evasiveness would go right with it. But Clark had saved him...so what was his deal? Was he just...stirring up trouble to play hero? Wouldn’t be the first time...

Grunting as he found his car, Dean sighed and ran a hand through his hair, then grimaced at the grime there. He really hated it when it’d been a couple of days since showering. He got into his car and drove back to Lex’s mansion and snuck into his room to clean up and change his clothes. He put his Glock in the back of his pants against his lower back and a couple of daggers in his boots before grabbing his keys again and heading out the door. He went straight to the Kent farm and swallowed hard as he arrived. Parking next to the smaller barn, he got out and headed straight for the large barn where he’d found Clark the first time. It was time for some answers.

He went inside and looked around, creeping through silently as he searched for signs of Clark. He looked up and saw the loft and heard a soft sigh and knew he’d found the other man. Stepping carefully on the potentially squeaky stairs, he pulled out his gun and held it ready as he came up. He stopped as he saw Clark standing in front of the large opening and found himself admiring the tall broad frame. He could tell that Clark was worried...the guy wore his feelings on his sleeve, that much was certain. Time to figure out just what had him so worried.

“You know it’s funny. One minute you think you’re going to die from some out of control machinery flying at ya, and the next it’s crashing into the wall next to you,” he stated quietly and smirked as Clark stiffened before turning slowly. He raised his gun up and locked onto the other man as he glared at Clark. “But the even funnier part is the fact that there was someone *pushing* the damn thing away so it wouldn’t hit.”

“Dean...” Clark stopped and crossed his arms over his chest defensively. “I-I don’t know what you’re talk-”

“Cut the bullshit! I know what I saw!” Dean snapped angrily as he stepped closer towards Clark. “What the hell are you? You were able to knock aside that half ton piece of machinery like it was nothing!”

Hunching in on himself just a bit, Clark looked away. “You wouldn’t understand,” he said after a bit and Dean couldn’t help the snort.

“Dude, don’t give me that shit! I hunt demons and ghosts for a living! I’ve seen things that your own worst nightmares couldn’t come up with! Now...what...are...you?” Dean snarled out as he pumped his gun and reaffirmed his aim.

Watching Dean with an unreadable gaze, Clark remained silent for a few minutes, but then finally answered. “I’m...not from this world.”

Staring in disbelief at the taller man, Dean scowled before firing twice at Clark, aiming for the guy’s shoulder and leg. “Now get serious! What are you?” he shouted angrily and felt his heart hammering in his chest. He couldn’t have been wrong about Clark. He thought that the guy was good, but now he was saying he wasn’t even human??

But, instead of holding his wounds, Clark was standing straight with no sign of injury on him at all. Dean felt his face pale and fired another couple of rounds, this time for the head and the heart. Clark was still standing, watching him sadly as he felt his panic begin to rise. What the hell was he?! Bending down swiftly, Dean yanked out his dagger, but before he could throw it, he was knocked back and pinned by Clark as dust and some loose papers flew around them before floating down to the ground. He snarled and quickly bent his legs and twisted, flipping Clark over onto his back and then pinning him with his body, using his legs to pin Clark's legs down and his own bodyweight on Clark's arms. Clark looked up at him in surprise and Dean was a bit astonished himself to see admiration in Clark’s eyes. But he didn’t let it get to him as he tightened his hold, which didn’t seem to be affecting Clark all that much. “If you’re not from this world, where are you from? Hell? Venus?” he demanded breathlessly as he brought his dagger up and put it to Clark’s neck.

“Actually...I’m from a planet called Krypton. I was sent here when my planet was destroyed and I’ve been living here since I was about five years old,” Clark explained quietly and calmly as he remained relaxed in Dean’s hold. His eyes searched Dean’s intently, showing his sincerity and, despite himself, Dean found himself believing the other man.

“Are you responsible for or involved directly with these recent attacks?” Dean demanded as he tightened his grip.

Clark’s eyes saddened and he sighed. “Not...directly. The meteors are pieces of my home planet that had drifted with my spacecraft after the explosion. Because of the sun here, it’s very radioactive and it’s...it’s my only weakness. I guess you could say I am responsible for creating the meteor infected,” he answered softly and looked so sad and ashamed that Dean felt like just holding him.

But he immediately pushed that aside since, hello, the guy was not human, though he had yet to determine whether Clark was a threat. Suddenly, Clark moved swiftly as he broke Dean’s hold before throwing him 'lightly' to the side, but not hard enough to hurt him. Rolling up into a crouch, Dean’s narrowed gaze watched Clark before he darted forward, slashing his dagger and hitting Clark’s arm. He grunted when there was a sound like a soft clang and he noticed that his blade had broken. “Aw man...” he muttered before tackling Clark again. He heard Clark chuckle and was confused, but didn't think on it much as they wrestled across the floor, trying to get the upper hand. Dean had the distinct feeling that Clark was holding back and that pissed him off even more and made him redouble his efforts.

But his best moves couldn't beat Clark's unbelievable strength and speed and Dean found himself pinned face down with Clark pressing him into the wooden floor as they panted for air. Dean struggled a bit under Clark's weight and grunted, but then stopped as he let his head fall to the wood. "All right...you win..." he growled out while panting for air and Clark chuckled lowly. He closed his eyes at the warmth that suffused him as Clark's chuckle rumbled through his body and made the throbbing between his legs even more pronounced. The thing he noticed though was that when he shifted again, he felt that Clark was just as hard as him and it made him realize that maybe things had indeed happened for a reason. Slowly, he rolled his hips and rubbed his ass against Clark's groin, causing a moan to be forced out from his throat as Clark pressed closer to him.

"Dean..." The whispered word was filled with longing and question as it was breathed against his neck when Clark rubbed his face against Dean’s hair and neck.

"Yea..." Dean's answer was just as full of desire and he turned his head a bit to brush his lips over Clark's as they trailed over his neck and jaw. Their kiss was slow and tender, a mere meeting of lips before it pressed into something more as warm dry mouths met in mutual need. A soft sigh left Clark when they parted briefly and he shifted so Dean could turn over under him before their mouths touched again and molded together in rising passion. Soon, their lips parted and their tongues met in a duel that had them rocking against each other hungrily. Dean ran his fingers through Clark's hair and tugged lightly, causing a groan to float out from Clark in response and he grinned into their kiss. "Mmm like it rough?" he growled out as he kneaded his fingers into Clark's scalp and then down into the other man's neck. His own head tilted back as Clark scraped his teeth along the sensitive skin and he groaned before running his hands down Clark's back to his ass. He squeezed the tight ass and pulled in as he ground up into Clark, which made Clark buck wildly as he gasped and buried his face into Dean's neck.

Suddenly, Clark sat back and pulled Dean with him, then stood up with Dean straddling his waist. Laughing softly, Dean twined his legs around Clark's waist as his arms wrapped around Clark's shoulders. They started kissing hungrily again as Clark walked them over to the couch and lay out with Dean under him. They started removing each other's shirts, growling a bit here and there in frustration when they got tangled up before the shirts followed by their pants and underwear were thrown all around their nesting spot. Once they were naked, Clark began licking and biting down Dean's chest as his large hands caressed slowly over the scarred skin. He would smile every time Dean cursed or purred whenever he hit a spot that obviously felt pleasurable to the other man. He found a spot just next to Dean's neck that got a full body shudder, so he worried it with his teeth and suckled on it until Dean begged hoarsely for him to stop as he wrapped his arms around Clark's shoulders and clung to him. Chuckling again, Clark moved his mouth and tongue down, taking time to play with the hardened nipples until Dean was writhing under him before he shifted lower.

He swirled his tongue in the indented navel, then leaned up to gaze down at Dean. He slowly cupped one of Dean's knees and pushed it up until it was draped over the back of the couch, opening Dean to his eyes. His other hand guided Dean's leg off of the couch on the other side and he sighed at the sight before him. Dean's face was flushed and his lips glistened with moisture. His eyes were blown wide with desire and his chest heaved from all that they had done so far. Reaching up, Clark ran his fingers through the short hair and smiled when Dean leaned into his touch as his eyes fluttered shut in pleasure. Dean was so tactile it was incredible and it was all Clark could do to control himself so he wouldn't hurt Dean. "I've...never been with a man," he whispered hoarsely and grinned shyly when Dean's eyes opened to focus on him.

"Coulda fooled me..." Dean muttered and shifted as Clark's hand trailed along his neck and down his chest until it was palming his heavy cock. "Gah..." he gasped out as he thrust up into the light touch, needing more friction and more of Clark's hand and just...more! "Please Clark..." he whispered pleadingly as his own hand moved down to cradle Clark's against his cock.

"God you are so beautiful..." Clark groaned out as he watched Dean use their hands to get himself off. He leaned in and kissed Dean hungrily as the older man thrust into their hands rapidly before suddenly stiffening and crying out into Clark's mouth as wet heat splashed between their chests and fingers. Shifting back again, Clark brought his hand up to his mouth and licked it clean, enjoying the new taste immensely. He then tilted down and licked Dean's chest and hand clean before tentatively licking Dean's still twitching cock. Dean groaned above him and shifted before relaxing. "You taste good," Clark murmured as he rested his cheek against Dean's stomach.

"Yea, but I feel even better," Dean retorted with a lazy grin. Clark cocked an eyebrow at him in question, but then suddenly understood as Dean spread his legs while running a hand down to spread his butt cheeks to reveal the puckered entrance. "Put your cock in me now, farm boy," Dean growled out and Clark gaped at him as a shiver of lust ran up his spine.

"But...it'll hurt..." Clark trailed off as he flushed in both embarrassment and arousal as Dean smirked at him.

"Don't tell me that you're so virgin that you don't have lotion up here," Dean teased him and laughed as Clark flushed an even darker shade of red. "Go get it, farm boy! I'm not staying like this all day!" he ordered with a chuckle. He blinked as there was a rush of air and Clark waved the bottle of lotion at him with a wide grin. "Damn that's fucking hot...you just better the fuck not come too fast before getting in me," Dean whispered huskily before taking the bottle. He poured some lotion onto his fingers then, after catching Clark's eye, pushed two fingers into his body. He moaned and arched as he pushed down onto his fingers before adding a third with more lotion.

"Oh fuck..." Clark murmured as he stared wide eyed at the sight. Dean had propped his legs up on the coffee table and the back of the couch to spread himself as wide as possible while he fucked himself on his fingers for Clark's viewing pleasure. The hole was stretched tightly around the four fingers and Clark wasn't sure he could fit in there, but his mind was made up for him when Dean removed his fingers and, after coating them with lotion, wrapped them around Clark's throbbing cock. "Oooh..." Clark moaned as he thrust into the teasing hold while his head fell back in pleasure.

"You're so big...m'gonna enjoy having you split me open..." Dean purred and Clark blushed bright red at the talk. Dean pulled him forward by the arms and smiled at Clark. "Get in me, boy...think you can manage?" he murmured as he leaned up to nuzzle Clark's cheek.

"Yea...but..." Clark trailed off as he looked dazedly into Dean's gaze.

"You won't hurt me. I'm not some girl...I can take you," Dean whispered huskily as he placed a hand on Clark's shoulder and urged him in. With a nervous smile and a nod, Clark shifted in and positioned his cock at the slick entrance before pushing in slowly. Dean's head rolled back as his eyes fluttered closed in pleasure. "Yea...that's it...god you feel good...come on..." he muttered thickly and groaned as he was filled. When Clark was all the way inside of Dean, he stopped and tried to control himself as he shook from the pleasure. Dean caressed his back and arms soothingly as he whispered encouragement before Clark finally felt that he had enough control again.

He drew out of Dean slowly then thrust in just as slowly, pulling a groan from them both at the friction and sheer perfection. He'd never known that having sex with a man was this incredible. It beat out women any day! His thrusts began to pick up steadily to Dean's cheering on and begging for more as the other man thrashed under him and met him thrust for thrust. He was soon blanketing Dean with his body as he pounded into Dean, losing control as Dean clung to him and shouted hoarsely for more.

Suddenly, Dean cried out and twisted as he climaxed hard under him, covering their stomachs and chests with his seed and clenching tightly around Clark's cock. Clark groaned deeply as he thrust once more before filling Dean up with his release and he trembled and bucked with the pleasure that washed over him repeatedly. Finally, he collapsed on top of Dean with a moan and wrapped his arms around Dean as he nuzzled close. He sighed quietly as Dean's fingers ran through his hair comfortingly while they both came down from their high before falling asleep in the afternoon sunlight that streamed into the room. The morning might bring complications, but for the moment, they were content together.

TBC

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