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Chapter 5: Vampire Games A Supernatural/Vampires: Los Muertos Cross-over by Laurel (Sailorhathor) Chapters: 5 of ? Rating: Adult17+ for graphic sexual situations, sometimes in a threesome, vampirism, and bad language. Dates: This chapter was written in February 2008. Word Count: 3,897 Silly Summary: Sam is turned into a vampire... with sexy results! Serious Summary: Dean bonds a bit more with Lenore. They discuss the fact that someone may be watching them. Could it be Gordon Walker? Timeline: Alternate Universe after the Supernatural episode "Bloodlust." Warnings: This chapter, graphic het sex, and vampirism/blood drinking. Pairings for this chapter: Lenore/Dean and Dean/OFC, plus brief OFC/OFC. Entire fic features a threesome relationship between Sam/Lenore/Dean. Contains spoilers for several episodes of Supernatural, especially the second season. Betas: Currently unbeta'ed Author's Notes: Told from Dean's POV. I promise, this is a cross-over with the Vampires movies, but those characters won't be showing up for a while. You'll have to sit through some more sexy vamp biting and graphic sex first. Awwwww... The title of this story comes from the lyrics of the Slayer song "Raining Blood." Word of advice. If you wake up with a half-naked woman in braids and black lipstick sitting on your crotch, allowing you to drink blood from her neck, practically having an orgasm from the experience, your first words shouldn't be, "Who the hell are you?" Ah, my little brother. Always in need of advice on how to score. Seriously, it was a bit like an orgy scene from a badly directed porn movie. Those vampire-loving goths, they do get quite the jolly from having real vampires drink from them. Tia and Jimmy were in the big chair near the table making out, one chick was in Sammy's lap, another guy and girl who had already given blood were fucking against the wall behind me, and two other chicks were on top of Lenore, dividing their time between giving her blood and kissing each other. I do love the college-age chicks and their girl-on-girl action. You'd think I'd be right in the middle of all the hot stuff, and it was nice to watch, but it was one of those Lolita situations. Not Amy Fisher. They were just a little too young for me. Yes, I have standards. Besides, someone had to referee the festivities. When my mental calculations said someone had given their limit of blood, it was my job to pry them off and get the bleeding to stop before sending them on their way. For the other guy and girl, whose names were Ethan and Miriam, that meant prying them apart long enough to stop the bleeding. The girls feeding Lenore had offered their wrists to her. They kept switching off who Lenore was drinking from, which made it a little harder for me to keep track, but I could handle it. If they were going to make the sacrifice and save Sammy and Lenore, I wasn't going to be petty and insist that they not have any fun doing it. Still, I insisted that the vamps stay tied down. The two girls, Jackie and Tonya, always had one wrist in Lenore's mouth and their own mouths on each other; despite the difference in our ages, watching the two topless chicks suck each other's tits and listening to them moan ever so softly was getting me turned on. I would have given anything to have Sammy and Lenore back to normal and feelin' frisky at that moment. That was when braids and black lipstick, Cam, got Sam to talk. After twenty-four hours, he was on the road to being my Sammy again. She laughed lightly at his question. "I'm Cammie. How are you?" I bent down next to the bed. "Cammie and Sammy, huh? Hey bro, how do you feel?" His eyes half-closed, Sam gave me one of his confused and irritated bitch faces. "Kinda weak. What the hell is going on, Dean?" "You and Lenore passed out from hunger. Tia and Jimmy's friends came to help us feed you until you're back on your feet. Remember them?" Hearing their names mentioned, Tia waved from under her boyfriend. "Oh." Sam looked ahead of him, realizing that the woman on his lap didn't have a shirt on. His eyes opened a little wider and he looked away, embarrassed. "Uh, hi, Cam. Cammie. Well, uh, thanks. Thank you." She just giggled. "You want some more?" He licked some blood droplets from his lips. "Yeah, I could still eat." Cam let him drink from her neck until I felt she'd given her limit. A couple minutes later, Lenore groaned and opened her eyes. I think she was more surprised than Sammy at what she found in her lap. I made Jackie and Tonya get off (off Lenore, anyway) and apply direct pressure to each other. Before Tonya got off the bed, she did something she'd been asking me if she could do since she stepped in the door - planted a passionate kiss on Lenore's mouth. It just did something for her, kissing a vampire. I could tell two things about Lenore from her reaction... one, she wasn't really into chicks, and two, she was used to doing things for other people that she didn't necessarily like to get by. Lenore cringed slightly before hiding it and giving that girl a hot-ass kiss back like a champion. A shockwave moved down my back, through my legs, and into my dick in reaction. It did make me wonder for a second if Lenore had fucked me for the same reasons, but I still would have had sex with her at that moment if she had been in any condition for it. She deserved to feel just as much pleasure as she gave others. It made me wonder what Sam and Lenore's lives would be like if I wasn't there. Doing whatever you had to do to make sure you always had enough blood to eat while constantly being hunted like an animal... it couldn't be an easy life. "It looks like a bordello in here," Lenore commented, her voice raspy. I shrugged. "Some people are into your kind." She tried to grin. "Yeah, I know. There were times I would have died without the vampire groupies." I couldn't smile. "This was one of them." Lenore's smile faltered, and she looked at me, understanding just how close she and Sam had come to wasting away. I sat on the edge of the bed, on Sammy's side. "You're going to be okay. They'll come back tomorrow, when their bodies have replaced the blood you drank." Sam nodded, that guilty look in his eyes. He didn't like taking this outside the family. "I think I want to sleep some more. Maybe later, I'll feel like getting up." "Okay," I said, and ruffled his hair, just to see him roll his eyes and get irritated with me. Everyone got up to leave. They seemed to want some privacy to finish what they'd started. I just kept saying thank you as they put their coats on so they could make the run from our room to theirs without freezing their tits off. I noticed that Cam wasn't heading out the door. She stood with her hands linked behind her back, swinging back and forth with a mischievous grin on her face. The doorknob jerked out of my hand as Miriam closed the door with a laugh. I turned to Cam. "Can I help you?" I asked playfully. She wiggled a finger at me in a "come 'ere" gesture. I came closer. Cam rubbed my bare chest with both hands. "Tia couldn't stop talking about what a great big brother you are. I see what she means. Look at all the times you've let them bite you..." She kissed one of the bite marks gently. "Anyone would do it for someone they love," I replied. Inwardly, I assessed her age at about twenty-one. Eh, I could deal with the age diff this time. All the action had made me pretty hard. "See? You don't even know how special you are." While I rolled my eyes in reaction to that, she stood on her tiptoes and kissed me on the mouth. "We think you deserve a treat for all you've done." And she kissed me again. I didn't resist her. Cam and I kept kissing as we fell on my bed, rolling around to see who would wind up on top as we removed the rest of each other's clothes. A few minutes later, there was just as much black lipstick on me as there was on her. Lying on my bed with Cam on top of me (I let her win), going at it, I thought I heard Lenore make a noise. I thought she'd fallen asleep, that deep sleep of sickness that she and Sammy had been in for most of the last day, but could she be awake, listening to us? For good measure, I grabbed Cam's hips and brought her up higher before slamming her back down to get her to moan louder. If Lenore had been faking any passion she had for me, I was going to find out. I couldn't let her screw me just because I was the guy hanging around with Sam. A guy's got his pride. Cam surprised me by being quite the screamer. No one would ever mistake who she was fucking with my name coming shrilly from her dark lips. Afterwards, I put my jeans back on and let her out with a parting grin. "You have the most beautiful smile," Cam said, touching my face as she left. That will haunt me until the day I die. When I walked past Sam and Lenore's bed, I heard Lenore say, "You have lipstick on your face." I stopped to look down at her. "Do I?" She nodded. Lenore still looked so weak. "And your neck... and your chest... and probably your dick." Oh yes, black smears everywhere. "I better wash it off." Was she jealous? A-ha, we have passion, ladies and germs. "Help me in there with you." "Are you sure?" I asked her. "I feel like a greasy piece of chicken," she replied, scrunching up her face in disgust. "I can make it." I untied her from the bed. A part of me wanted one more day of normal Sammy before allowing him to roam free again, so I left him tied up. Lenore was able to sit up and swing her legs over the side of the bed, but she immediately collapsed when she tried to stand. I picked her up and carried her into the bathroom. Her legs shook like a newborn foal when she tried to stand again. "You want to take a shower?" Lenore nodded. "Very much." "I'll help you get undressed." Staying in the bathroom while she showered, I washed off all the lipstick from various parts of my body and listened for any sounds that would mean Lenore had fallen. She was taking an awfully long time, so I pushed back the shower curtain. Lenore had managed to wash her hair, but she was sitting in the bathtub, half-soapy, having a hard time finishing the job. She was panting with the effort of standing up. "Dean... I can't... still weak." Lenore reached for me. Immediately shucking off my jeans and getting into the shower with her, I put her arm around my shoulders and hauled her to her feet. While she washed, I held her up; it was a much easier job for her then. I went ahead and gave myself a good wash too. Then I had Lenore lean on the towel rack while I wrapped her in a towel. I turned her to me and there she was, in my arms, looking at me with such gratitude and affection in her eyes, and it was then that I knew it wasn't an act. Lenore wasn't using me or Sammy just to have a place to go and blood to eat. She really cared for us. "You really do deserve the best. You know that, don't you?" Lenore asked me. "After the way you saved me and your brother..." Instead of giving her a verbal reply, I kissed her with every bit of passion that I felt for her. In a way, it made me feel guilty, because she should be only Sammy's, but I had no intention of stealing Lenore away. I just wanted to share her. He honestly didn't seem to mind. I felt her hand come up to caress the back of my neck. About ten seconds into the kiss, Lenore's fangs came out. She instantly broke the kiss. "Sorry." "I just have that effect on you, huh?" "Looks like." She concentrated very hard on making the fangs go back up into her gums. "Well, all clean," Lenore said with a little laugh. I looked into her eyes and kissed her again. At that moment, I just needed her so bad. "Maybe I should make sure," I said. She just looked up at me, her arms around my neck, as I laid her out on the floor. Lenore's towel fell open and I longingly looked over her glistening body, spreading her legs for a better look. She laid a hand across her forehead and made a small noise. I lowered my head inbetween her thighs, licking her pussy from one end to the other. Lenore shivered hard, uttering a brief, involuntary cry. "Yeah... you taste clean..." I told her. I went back in for another lick. "Mmm, so clean." Then I got my whole mouth involved, using my lips to suck on her clit and work over every bit of skin I could find, making her wet. Lenore began to breathe very hard in deep pants, running her hands through my hair. I could hear her feet sliding around on the floor on either side of my head. She moaned, "Oh God, Dean... Dean..." I sucked and licked her clit and ran my tongue all up and down her pussy until her thighs tensed and I could tell she was near orgasm. Then I rimmed her clit in a circle quicker and quicker. "Uh... Dean! Don't stop!" Lenore cried. Her thighs trembled. I didn't stop. In fact, I licked her until she came with a loud, shrill, shuddery breath, and then I made her cum again by sucking her clit this time, nipping and sucking and tasting every bit of her. Lenore's trembling little knob between my lips is a feeling I could experience for hours. Watching her tits heave and seeing her mouth open in a cry of passion for me is the greatest aphrodisiac I've experienced in a long time. She was saying my name over and over breathlessly and I couldn't hear anything else as I walked the floor with my hands, hooking my elbow into the crook of one of her knees and pushing it up towards her chin. Next thing I knew, I was sliding up inside her, all hard cock and searching mouth, feeling one of her nipples between my lips. Lenore moaned again. "Yes, Dean, yes! Take me! I need you!" It didn't last long, I was already so worked up. I had her bottom partially pulled up off the floor and I just banged into her, sliding in and out with her ankle on my shoulder. I came with my mouth on her breast, breathing out hard and fast, moaning her name. Lenore's arms fell to her sides. She was exhausted. All she could say was, "Dean..." I dried us off and got us both dressed in fresh pajamas. Then I carried her to the bed and laid her down next to Sammy. "You sleep," I told her. She cuddled up to Sam's side and closed her eyes. Then I collapsed into my bed and fell asleep before I could even get under the covers. While I was sleeping, I had a dream. Maybe it was a nightmare, I don't know. In it, Sam and Lenore had won the battle of wits, and I was tied to the bed, kept alive for vampire food. There were only snippets of what my life was like as their prisoner... each of them, drinking blood from my neck, my wrists, my thighs; leaning over me to kiss each other and share my blood from one mouth to another; Lenore ripping out Cammie's neck and feasting on her blood; a topless Lenore with her chest dripping in blood, licking her lips; Sammy licking that blood from her tits; Sam leaning down to bite into my thigh, his mouth then moving to my cock... I woke up then with a deep shudder and a moan. I expected to see them standing over me, showing their fangs, eyes glowing, but instead, Sam and Lenore were still asleep. It disturbed me how much that dream got me going. I had to go into the bathroom and beat off, so help me. And I fantasized about that warm, wet mouth around my cock. Something was happening to me. After I got something to eat, I put on some warm clothes and stood outside to watch the sun go down. Kind of like how a smoker steps outside to have a cig, I had started a habit of stepping outside to watch the sun set. I needed that time to collect my thoughts. The sky turns all sorts of gorgeous colors; watching it happen opens up my mind to all the trials and possibilities before us. The snow had stopped coming down. A good sign. That's when it hit me again. That feeling so strong that I didn't think someone was watching me, I knew someone was watching me. I scanned the parking lot. No one. No one that I could see. The door opened, and Lenore came outside, dressed for the weather. I immediately offered my arm. "Hey, should you be out of bed?" Lenore leaned on me; she was still shaky. "I'm alright. I came looking for you." "Just needed a little time to gather my thoughts." "That can't take long," she joked. I laughed. "Shut up, you." Lenore glanced around, as if looking for someone. I wondered if she felt it too. "So... how'd you ever convince those people to feed us, Dean?" Shrugging, I replied, "Treated it like a sex game. But I called the grocery store, and they said the butcher should have some animal blood in a couple days." "Hm." She paused, a troubled look on her face. "It kind of surprises me, how easily I went back to human blood. I thought I was above it." I rubbed her back, trying to soothe her, but avoiding the knife wound. "I kind of forced you into it." "I'd hardly call it forcing," she sighed. Another thoughtful pause. Then, "Dean, you have to be willing to kill me if I go too far. Alright? If I ever threaten the lives of those people, or you." "Don't worry about it, Lenore." I wouldn't tell her what she was like when she got really blood starved. If she knew, she might do something desperate. "How can I not worry about it? You know how far people will go for a good sexual high." Oh, did I ever... "Those people would give me too much blood without even knowing what they were doing, if it meant getting off. You have to promise me that if I try to kill anybody, you'll take me out," Lenore said angrily. "Okay, whatever, I promise I'll cut off your head if it will make you happy," I said back. "Geez." "Thank you." When taken out of context, that was a very strange conversation. "What's your record, anyway?" I asked. "My record?" "How long did you go without drinking from a human?" Not expecting that, she blinked and looked up at me sharply. "It's been years, Dean. Since before Eli." "Who was the last person you drank from?" I'm not sure why I was so curious. I guess I just wanted to know more about her. Lenore fell silent then, remembering. Her expression grew sad. "Before Eli, I had a human lover." "You did?" I asked in surprise. "Yes, for many years. Many long, wonderful years. Andrew. His name was Andrew." She spoke of him with love and fondness in her voice. "Vampires have human lovers?" Lenore gave my chest a good whack. "Don't sound so surprised." "I just didn't know that they did that," I confessed. "Vampires mate for life, Dean, with humans as well as other vampires. You should know; you didn't throw me out of bed, did you?" She had me there. "No, I guess I didn't." "Damn straight you didn't." We both laughed. "He let you feed from him?" "Yes, several times a week. It was part of our lovemaking." Lenore looked up at me. "Just like it is with you." Now it was my turn to get quiet. She went on talking about her past lover. "You may not know this, but a human who mates with one of us and allows that vampire to bite them starts to develop a few vampire-like senses. It's just a byproduct of the mystical side of being a vamp. Andrew's senses became very heightened, especially his sense of smell and his intuition. And his desire for me," Lenore finished with a chuckle. "He couldn't bear to be separated from me for very long." That lightbulb came on over my head. "Could that be happening to me? I've let you and Sammy bite me a bunch of times." She considered it. "I didn't think it could happen this fast, but... maybe. Why? Have you felt something?" The wind suddenly blew hard and cold across our faces, whistling mournfully. I kept my voice low. "I've been sensing that someone is watching us. The feeling is very strong. An ominous, spooky feeling of eyes watching my every move whenever I step outside." Lenore looked around again, being subtle about it, and sniffed the air. "That's because we are being watched." Although I swallowed hard, I tried not to show any outward reaction. "Any idea who it is?" "I'm not sure. Whoever it is, they smell familiar. Dean... it might be Gordon Walker." I couldn't help but show my annoyance at that possibility. "Goddamn Gordon... does he ever give up?" "I could be wrong, now... they just smell kind of like him. It may not do us much good to move on; he'll just follow us." Lenore wrapped her arms around me. "Dean, what if he brings other hunters here? They could..." Anger swelled up in my chest. "I won't let anyone hurt you or Sammy," I declared. "We should go inside," she said, fear coloring her voice. "We don't want to make an easy target. Vampire hunters can be so trigger happy, they'll sometimes shoot another human by accident." As I turned to go in, I considered what she'd said, and asked, "Is that what happened to Andrew?" Standing in the open doorway, Lenore shook her head. "No. He died of a heart attack when he was sixty-four." I just about visibly recoiled from her words. In a matter of seconds, I pictured an old man in a bathrobe, pathetically slurping his soup into his toothless mouth, with a young, vibrant Sam at his side, adjusting the plastic tubing on the old man's IV. "Thanks, bro," the old man said to Sammy. I hadn't thought about the future much. Now, it seemed a very different prospect. Chapter 6 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 Lacerated Sky Chp 5 (c) 2006+ Demented Stuff/The Pleasure of the People Supernatural is (c) 2005+ Kripke Enterprises, Wonderland, & Warner Brothers/The CW Television. Back to it's so WRONG Comment on this chapter on LiveJournal Comment on this chapter by e-mail |