With a heavy sigh Sam rolled over onto his side to look at Dean's empty bed before shifting his eyes to the clock radio. Between one blink and another, the numbers changed signaling that it was 11:37 on a Friday night and here he was stuck in a hotel room while his brother was getting his rockets off.

As soon as they hit LA, Dean's mind seemed to be elsewhere and he was smiling a soft sweet smile unlike his usual critical smart ass one that got him ... correction got them both in trouble more than once. As Sam continued to watch Dean he realized the look that his brother was wearing, the same look he use to see in the mirror every morning when Jessie was alive.

His love'm and leave'm brother was head over heels in love.

They checked into a small motel near a small suburb of LA that was cheap but a lot nicer than some of the ones they stayed in their travels in trying to find their father. When Sam joined his brother at the sign-in desk he noted that the owner and Dean somehow knew each other but as soon as grandmotherly woman's eyes landed on him, her smile went from friendly to ice cold as he started daggers at Dean. Feeling the almost physical drop in temperature had Dean's head snapped up to look between the woman and Sam. Seeing where this was headed, Dean quickly introduced Sam as his brother. The cold eyes measured them both and for a moment making Sam thought that he would have to take out his driver license to prove it when she relaxed and gave them the key to their room.

Dean nodded his head to her and almost pushed Sam out of the office. They dumped their stuff in the room before heading off to grab a quick bite to eat at a local Denny's. Dean then dumped him off and told him he would be back tomorrow morning and not to wait up. So here he was all alone while Dean was out banging some girl he had a thing for.

He was so fucking tired of being alone.

He just wanted someone to hold him.

To touch him and let him know that he was alive.

He wanted to be touch by another's hand beside his own. It was almost a physical craving this need to be touched.

He just wished that he could find someone, anyone that could feel this emptiness inside of him.

Rising up on his elbows, Sam fluffed his pillow before flopping down on his back dejectedly to stare unseeingly up at the dark ceiling. Snorting, Sam deliberately closed his eyes and tried to will himself to sleep.

Across town in a local FBI hangout, Don Eppes, David Sinclair, Colby Granger and Megan Reeves were having dinner and a few drinks before heading home after a rough week. Don and Megan exchange indulgent smiles as David and Colby egging each other on to see who could get their waitress's number first when his attention was caught by a couple in a booth not far from them.

It wasn't that either the man or the woman were wanted for anything, it was the way they were looking at each other. As if that they were the only two people in the world and nothing else matters but the two of them. The man was ... maybe in his late forties she in her late thirties, early forties so they weren't a young couple in the flush of first love. As Don continued to watch he noticed two gold bands around each of the couple's ring finger, but now a days that does not guarantee that they were married to each other. The man leaned in to the woman and said something which resulted in the woman closing her eyes. The man reached into his pocket and withdrew a small black ring box, which he opened and placed it in front of her. He then leaned in causing her to open her eyes.

When she saw the ring her eyes started to glisten as she reached out with a shaky hand to pluck the ring from the box. Now that it was out of the box Don saw that the ring was like the ones they have been advertising as a 10 year anniversary ring. The man gently took the ring from his wife's fingers and placed it on her finger next to the wedding band. His wife looked down at the ring before grabbed her husband's face and rained kisses all over it before hugging him tightly.

The hole in Don's heart never seemed bigger as he watched the loving couple. It made him wished that he could find someone that he could touch and love, that would fill the huge emptiness inside him.

It might have been Sam's power reacting to his loneliness or it might have been a higher power that heard the cry of two lonely hearts and decided to reward two champions of light with their hearts desire.

It could be fate tired of interference between the powers of good and evil and decided to take matters into its own hands.

Or it could be simply be two lonely hearts reaching out to one another across distances that allowed what happen next.

Sam opened his eyes and realized that he was having one of those embarrassing dreams where you showed up in your underwear at school or naked in some public place. He was standing in the middle of a crowded bar dressed only in his boxers that he went to sleep in. With a groan Sam bowed his head and tried to will himself awake but it didn't work.

Realizing that he wasn't going anywhere he sighed and raised his head to look around. It was only then he notice that no one seems to be able to see him that it caused him to relax a bit. Then before he could move a woman walked right though him causing him to gasp as an icy chill swept through him. Not liking the feeling Sam scanned the bar and found a small area between two booths that he could stand without being walked through by the other patrons of the bar.

As he gained the safety of the spot, Sam's attention was caught by one of the men in the right hand booth. As he looked deep into the man's brown eyes Sam saw the same loneliness that haunted him. Without conscious thought Sam, moved closer to the man and reached out to gently caressed the man's face with his finger tips. He sighed as he felt the slight stubble scrapped along his fingers tips as the warmth of the man spread through his suddenly cold body.

As Sam watched, the stranger reached up and retraced the same path his own finger had just touched, while sharp eyes searched the area around him looking for the one that had touched him.

Don searched the area around him for the source of the cold ghost like touched but saw nothing and turned his attention back to his friends when Megan called his name.

Her voice held just a hint of worry as she said, "Don?"

Taking one more glanced around him Don absent mindedly reply, "Hmmm?"

"Everything alright?"

Turning his full attention back to Megan, Don told her, "Yes. I just thought I felt something, but it was just my imagination."

Megan frowned as she did a quick scan of the area before turning to her friend. "You're sure?"

"Yeah, it's been a tough week. I just need to get some sleep that's all."

Megan gave him a searching look before she gave a slight nodded. Don reached out and gave her a quick hug before reaching for his wallet. Pulling two $20 from his wallet, Don dropped the money onto the table. Standing Don put his jacket on as he told his friends and co-workers, "Well guys, I'm out of here. Have fun and I see you on Monday."

With a chorus of goodbyes from his friends Don exiting the bar and headed to his car parked just down the block, but as he walked down the desert street he felt as if someone was following closely behind him. Being in law enforcement had him being very cautious and he constantly looked around for any sign of someone watching him but there was nothing to see. Shrugging off the feeling as his imagination Don, press the unlock button on his car chain before opening his car door and sliding in behind the wheel. Automatically he slipped the key into the key lock but paused when a mixture of saddlewood, cinnamon and illusive masculine musk wrapped seductively around him causing him to close his eyes as he breathed the heady mixture in.

Common sense soon slam into place causing Don's eyes to snapped open, while his hand automatically went for his shoulder gun. He scaned the back seat for the intruder but found none. Maybe it was because of the long tough week, or maybe the sexual frustration that had been building during the evening made Don snapped angrily at the empty air, "I don't know who the hell you are but just leave me the fuck alone."

A wave of hurt and deep loneliness washed over him as both the scent and the unseen presence started to fade from the car. Not understanding why he was doing it, Don reached out blindingly to stop the presence from leaving as he begged, "Please ... don't go. I'm sorry ... it's ... Look I just had a week from hell." Don felt the invisible presence stopped withdrawing as he re-hosted his weapon. Let his head fall back against his head rest Don exhaustedly scrubbed his face with his hand as he muttered; "I must be really loosing it. I'm talking to thin air." But the presence didn't leave and Don reached to start the engine. Driving home he tried to convinced himself that the presence he felt in the passenger side of his car was all his tired imagination doing.

Twenty silent minutes later he pulled into his apartment and parked his car. Still trying to ignore the invisible presence Don got out of the car and headed to the residence elevator. The invisible presence kept paced with Don and as he stood waiting for the elevator he felt the warmth of a slim body against his back as strong arms slipped around him. Don bit his lip to prevent a groan from escaping his mouth as the presence snuggled up behind him.

Don knowing that the area around the elevator and the elevator itself was under surveillance by apartment security prevented him from responding but that didn't stop the presence from caressed his body as a warm lips laid soft kisses along his neck. When the elevator doors open, Don jerked away from the unseen figured before he lost control and moved to a the right hand corner as he muttered softly, "Behave."

A soft sultry chuckle was the only response but the invisible presence kept his hands to his himself.

As a teenager Sam realized that he liked boys more than girls and feared what his brother and father might do if they find out so he kept quiet. As he grew older he got tired of hiding and actual started to act out pushing both his father and brother away. During that first year at university Sam cautiously started to experimented and found out that he wasn't totally gay but more along the bi line. The second year he had a ten month relationship with another boy, by the name of David, but it ended during the summer break because the other boy didn't want his strict Baptist family from Knoxville to finding out he was gay. Then during that same summer break he met and fell in love with Jessica and that was it. That was until the demon killed her.

So here he was, having the most vivid dream with his imagination provided him with a man that was his perfect fantasy. Someone who was older than him, with a take charge personality but at the same time it was tempered by some that cared about others. It also helped matters that the man was built with a hard body that was thickening with age but still solid and hard. Dark wave hair that have Sam just itching to run his fingers through and dark brown eyes filled with the same aching loneliness that he had seen in his own eyes just before he went to bed.

When the lone woman of the group called his dream man's name he could help but smiled, for he always did like the name of Don. It was a stable, solid name that implied that man was also, something that he never really had growing up. As Sam looked around he could help but noticed that a number of the patrons of the bar had concealed weapons and they way they moved made Sam think that this was some policeman hangout. Turning his attention back to his dream man he noticed the same telling sign of a concealed gun and he smiled. Ever since he was a kid he a thing about cops and robbers and as he grew older it became a secret kink, and now his imagination was rewarding him for whatever reason.

When his dream man, Don, leaned in to give a quick hug to the woman Sam experience a flash of jealousy. He quickly dismissed it since this was an all a dream and there was real no reason for him to be jealous. When Don got up and started to leave the bar, Sam trailed closely behind him not wanting to lose the tread of the dream. As he trailed Don to his car he couldn't help but noticed that his dream man seemed to sense his presence which excited him.

Sam did experience a brief moment of indecision as he tried to figure out a way of getting into the car. He decided that since this was his dream then all he had to do was will himself into the car and one second he was outside of the vehicle the next he was seated inside just as Don slid in behind the wheel. Biting his lip Sam leaded in close to breath in the scent of the other man. A slight bitter smell of beer followed by the clean deep spicy masculine smell of the man went straight to his dick.

But Don reacted strongly against his presence he started to withdraw, only to stop when Don asked him to. He returned to his seat and tried to figure out what was going on. Could this be real and not a dream? That he was having some sort of out of body experience? When no answers were forthcoming it left Sam to study the other man in the silence of the drive.

When they arrived at what Sam assumed was Don's home, Sam had decided that this was indeed a dream and it was going far too slow for his taste. Determine to speed things up and get to the good part, which means him getting nailed to the mattress. Sam followed closely behind Don and not knowing if it would work he wrapped his arms around the other man snuggled tightly against his dream lover. Sam couldn't help but smiled as he felt the muffled groan vibrating through Don's back and allowed his hands to start to wander over the other man's body when the elevator made its untimely arrival.

Don yanked himself from his arms and headed to the nearest corner and told him to behave himself. He couldn't help but chuckled and followed Don into the elevator but stayed his distance. When the elevator's doors open he moved aside and followed Don down the corridor to his door. Then as Don slipped his key into the door, Sam wrapped his arms around his dream man's waist to continue what he started in the garage.

Sam couldn't really hear what his dream man said but as soon as they were in the apartment he found his back slam back against the closed door causing him to gasp before his mouth was taken in a hard demanding kiss. Before Sam could respond he found himself standing alone as Don moved away from him.

Don backed away from the invisible man that he somehow kissed and ran his hands through his hair thinking that he had finally lost it. When he felt the presence trying to come close to him he side stepped it as he muttered, "No you're not real. I'm either going insane or I'm still asleep on my couch." Again he felt the invisible presence reach out to him and again he back away holding his hands up as he pleaded, "Please don't touch me."

Don breathed a sigh of relief as the invisible presence backed off. Rub a tired hand across his face, Don decided that maybe a nice hot shower would put things to rights. Leaving the invisible presence in his living room, Don made his way to his bedroom and stripped down to his boxers leaving his clothes where they fallen before entering the bathroom. Opening the glass door he started the shower, letting the water warm up, as he placed a clean towel into the holder and stripped off his boxers. These too he left where they landed. Opening the glass door he stepped into the warm spray of the water let it washed over him. As the spray massage his tired muscle, Don placed his hands on the tile walls, allowing him to leaning into the warm flow of the water. Signing Don let the water flow down his back washing away all his worries and loneliness away.

As Don stood under the water he thought back on his life, on how he tried to deny his attraction to some of the boys on his baseball team and some of his fellow cadets in the academy wanting only to concentrate on a relationship with the various women in his life. Then he was assigned to fugitive retrieval and was partner with one Agent Billy Cooper. The months traveling around the United States, just the two of them for days on end, the lonely nights and days waiting for their suspects to turn up and before Don knew he was in a full fledge homosexual relationship with his partner. He was also shocked to discover that being in love with a man didn't change who he was.

Then when his mother got sick he returned home and over time lost track of Billy. That was until the furtive case brought them back together. At first he was excited to be with Billy again but then he realized that they had both changed and now wanted different things in life. With the death of his mother Don realized that life was too short and that Charlie and his dad were the only family he had left. That is when his priorities change and he wanted more time with his family, to start one of his own and that met a more 9 to 5 job. As the months went by he tried to find someone but every relationship he had with both women and men never seemed to end with him being alone.

Don signed as he straightened up and reached for the soap, and started to running the bar over his upper body when he felt the presence returned. Warm hands gently massage his back working out the strain muscles and causing him to groan in pleasure as the talented fingers moving down to his ass and finally to his calf muscles. Taking a deep breath Don slowly turned around thinking he would see only empty air but a slender kneeling male form was slowly solidifying before his eyes. Don reached out a hand to steady himself against the shower walls as he could only watched in disbelief as a beautiful young man started to nuzzle his face against his groin before turned turning his attention to his fast awaking cock.

Don's head fell back as he released a long deep groan as he felt a warmth surround his cock. Blindingly Don reached down to weave the fingers of his free hand though the longer hair before cupped the back of the other man's head. Holding the back of the younger man's head firmly, Don slowly moved his hips back and forth as the talented mouth continued to pleasure his hard length.

Opening his eyes Don looked down into a young man's face and the part of his mind that had not melted at the best blowjobs he had ever had, noted that the young man appeared to be in his mid to early twenties, and had a nice golden tan that covered most of the gloriously naked body indicating to him that the young man spent a lot of time outdoors. Brown eyes, tilted slightly at the corners making him look like an elf or an amine character, was lit by a burning sexual heat that ignited his blood with desire.

Taking a firm grip on the young man's hair, Don encourage him to stand and was surprise that the other man was maybe a inch or two taller than him but that didn't stop him from taking the luscious mouth in a hard kiss. Don groaned and deepened the kiss when he tasted the combination of himself and the young man searching out the smallest recess of the other man's mouth for intoxicating elixir. Pulling back Don stared into the flush face of the younger man before continued his assault on the luscious mouth. Gently Don maneuvered the younger man back against the shower wall before inserting his hand between their bodies so he could cupped the evidence of the younger man's desire for him.

The younger man groaned and wrapped one long leg over Don's hip while at the same time giving Don access to continue what he was doing. Hungrily hands exploring, clutched, and caressed as their hard lengths brushed against each other. Slowly Don worked his hand back until his index finger touched the puckered flesh of the younger man's hole wanting to see what the other man's reaction would be. Don knew that some of his male lovers didn't like to kiss thinking it was to gay others didn't like anal sex but he hope that since this young man enjoy kissing he might also enjoy anal play. Don wasn't disappointed as the younger man thrust against him and snarled as he hungrily devoured his mouth.

Pulling back Don looked slightly up at the younger man as he demanded, "Tell me your name." When the other man hesitated, Don gently scraped the puckered entrance with his finger nail causing the younger man to arch his back.

"Sam ... Sam Winchester," was the husky reply as the younger man try to give Don another long passionate kiss but was stopped by the strong hold on his hair that prevented him.

By this time Don didn't know and didn't really care how or why Sam was here. All that matter was that he was and that he was just as lonely and needy as he was. Don hoped he was reading the signs correctly as leaned him to whisper huskily into Sam's ear, "I don't think bad boys who break into men's homes deserve a kiss do you."

Don was ready to release Sam if this wasn't want the younger man wanted, but when the younger man shivered in delight as he whimper "no", Don couldn't help but smiled and step back from the warm body. In a firm voice Don told Sam. "Good boy. Now I want you to dry off and wait for me in the bedroom."

The younger man slipped out of the shower and Don couldn't prevent his hand from reaching out and lightly smacked one of Sam's pale firm ass cheeks, but was glad when it causing the younger man to gasp in delight.

Hurriedly Don finished his shower and dried off, wrapping the large towel around his waist as he stepped in to the bedroom. The clothes that he just dumped on the floor on the way to the show now laid neatly folded on his dresser. His regulation hand cuffs were loop around one of the slats in his headboard while Sam knelt almost submissively on the floor waiting for him.

A little uneasily Don, walking over to the younger man and gently reached down to caressed the dark, wet hair feeling the tension is the slender body as Sam looked up. Wanting to clarify matters before they got too far, Don told Sam. "I'm not a Dom and I am not looking for a Sub." Don paused as he felt the young man relax and knew that he did the right thing. Smiling down at the young man he continued to caress Sam's head. "I won't lie to you, I am a top and prefer it that way. Do you have a problem with that?"

A warm mischievous smile broke across Sam's face as a slender hand reached up to tug at Don's towel. In a seductive voice Sam reply, "If that means that I get nailed to the mattress then that is perfect fine by me."

Capturing the slender hand that was determined to rob him of his towel Don did his best to ignore too tempting pout. "I like a little light role playing and bondage but the majority of the time I like plain vanilla sex. Do you have any problems with that?"

Sam almost purred as he got to his knees and once again reached for the towel. "I'm not really into all that heavy stuff either but I like a little fun like you." Don thought that Sam looked almost innocent as he looked up through his thick lashes. Quick fingers toyed with Don's towel as he shyly admitted. "I do have a thing about playing cops and robbers."

When Don heard Sam's secret kink his hands automatically tighten on the younger man's hands for that was also his fantasy. Don paused as he tired to figure out what else to say when Sam told him, "Rabbit."

"Pardon?"

Sam looked pointedly over at the handcuffs before looking back up at Don, "My safe word is Rabbit."

"Ok." Don exchanged a soft smile with the young man who returned it but the sexual need and desire between them resurface.

Releasing Sam's hands, Don allowed the younger man to unhook the towel from around his waist. Reaching out he gently took a firm hold on the back of Sam's head as he directed the younger man towards his groin. Willing Sam nuzzled, licked before sucked on the tip of Don's hard cock. Don bit his lip as Sam's tongue alternating between teasing the sensitive underside of his cock before flicker into his slit. Then looking up through his thick lashes, at him, Sam slowly, so torturously slowly start to slide up and down his length until he was fully inserted in the younger man's throat. The exotic site had Don revived and when Sam started to purr, he could only groan. With Sam's hands on his hips directing him, Don slowly thrust in and out of that warm, wet mouth as he gently brushed back the younger man's hair and touch that so wonderful mouth that was stretched so tightly around his hard cock.

For a few minutes more Don allowed Sam to direct their encounter but the need for more had Don reluctantly stepped back from Sam and ordered him huskily, "Get on the bed and I want that ass of your up in the air." Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves, Don walked over to his nightstand ignoring the young man's scramble onto the bed as he opening the bottom drawer. Reaching in he withdrew a cock ring, lube and a condom before returning to bottom of the bed where Sam has assumed the position he had ordered only to paused at the wonderful sight that greeted him.

Sam had his chest flat against the mattress, his feet hanging over the edge while his beautifully pale ass was high in the air. He had also spread his legs just wide enough apart so that Don could play with his balls and hard, leaking cock if he wanted to.

Sam was a little tense as he felt Don moved up behind his naked body for it had been a couple of years since his last male lover and he knew that it would hurt because of it. But he quickly dismissed his fears by telling himself this was all a dream and he was no virgin.

When he heard a wrap being open, it made him question his wet dream theory. The idea of putting on a condom was a strange thing to do in a sex dream, but on the other hand with AIDS and advertisements preach precautions it could be that it reached his sub consciousness and incorporated it as proper behavior. Speculations were quickly forgotten when Sam felt one of Don's warm large hands smack him lightly on the ass not once but twice before caressing the tingling area. Sam didn't suppress the purr of pleasure at the treatment.

A warm body leaned over him as Don's husk voice demanded, "You're a bad boy aren't you Sammy?"

"Yes Mr. Policeman. I'm a real-l-l-l-y bad boy." Another smack on his other cheek caused Sam to whine as the spanks were just hard enough to make the skin on his ass tingle in pleasure but not hard enough to do any damage. After half-a-dozen swats on each cheek later his ass felt nice and warm, just sensitive enough that the air brushing against him kept him hard and leaking.

Sam shivered as one of Don's hands gently caressed one of his glowing ass cheeks causing him to hiss at the tenderness the touch brought. Don's voice almost purred as he whispered into Sam's ear, "You took your punishment very well, Sammy. And Good boys deserve to be rewarded don't they?"

Sam just nodded his head and shiver in anticipation of finally feel Don deep inside him. When he felt large gentle hands parted his cheeks, Sam closed his eyes and shifting slightly so that he would be able to keep his position as Don fucked him silly. But instead of a slick finger he felt a puff of air hit his hole startling him. Sam automatically jerked upright only to receive a stinging slap to his already sensitive ass making him cry out in surprise.

Don's firm voice scolded him, "Bad boy." A firm hand on his back encouraged Sam to resume his position as he was softly ordered, "Now be a good boy and don't move. I promise to make you feel really good if you behaved."

Sam shivered as he felt his tendered ass cheeks parted once again as another puff of air hit his sensitive opening. This time Sam just whimpered and clutched the bedding in his hand forcing himself to stay in the position that Don had ordered him but it was hard for this was a totally new experience for him.

Suddenly he felt something slick and wet touched pucker opening, teasingly circling it making him squirm in delight. At first Sam thought it was Don's finger, but quickly realized that since both of Don's hands were busy massaging the cheeks of his ass that wasn't a possibility. It took Sam a few seconds to realize what was driving him mad with need and that it was Don's tongue.

Sam panted as he felt Don's tongue swirled around his opening before making a quick stab easily breaching his opening, the routine was repeated again and again, making him whine like a bitch in heat. He tried to rock back but Don's strong hands prevented him from moving.

Suddenly the tongue was gone and instead first one and then two fingers were slowly entering his ass going up to the second knuckle. The fingers gently scissor back and forth avoiding his prostrate as they, preparing him for taking Don's cock. But the fingers didn't fill that empty spot deep inside that he need filled, so Sam started to beg as rocked back trying to get more of Don's fingers into him, "Please ... Sir I need you. Please ... oh god... please ... just fuck me. I'm ready sir. Please ... please just fuck me."

The fingers were withdrawn and a much larger blunt object demanded entrance into his body but didn't enter. Instead Don told him in a husky commanding voice, "If you think you're ready Sammy, then you do it. Put my ... large ... hard ... nightstick in that ... tight ... little hole of yours."

Trembling with need and desire, Sam reached back between his legs to grasp the hard length of Don's cock. Taking a firm grip, Sam first circle his opening with the large head causing both Don and himself to groan before shifting his grip and place the head at center of his puckered opening, slowly but firmly Sam pushed back. There was no flash of pain as the large head finally breached his opening, actually there was no pain at all and Sam knew that there should be with Don being slightly bigger and longer than his other lover. Taking it slowly Sam pushed back until he felt the hairs around the Don's cock caressed the sensitive skin of his ass and knew that he had taken it all.

Warm, strong arms wrapped around Sam's waist pulled him gently but firmly backwards against Don's chest, making Sam groan as the large object inside of him sunk to new depth. Don held him secure with one arm as the other reach down to the area right below his stomach and above his groin. Sam bit his lip as Don's index finger slow moved in and out of his bellybutton making want to move but was prevented by the restraining arm making him mewl in need.

The arm around his chest tighten, pulling him closer to the firm body behind him, as Don groan before buried his face against the side of Sam's neck. Sam dropped his head back onto the other man's shoulder, as his wish of being touched and loved was answer, and of their own accord his own hands reached to cover Don's.

For a few moments in time the two men remained unmoving, basking in this connection they have. But the needs of their bodies broke the spell as Sam shift causing to gasp in pleasure as Don's cock to brush against his prostrate. Soft, warm lips trailed up the side of his neck over his jaw to his ear a voice heavily laden with desire whispered, "What a good boy you are Sammy."

Sam shivered as he felt the hard length shifted within him again making him want Don to fuck him and fuck him hard. "P-p-p-p-l-l-l-e-e-a-s-e ... oh god ... please ... Mr. Policeman ..."

Don's hand shifted slightly and Sam mewl when he felt strong fingers tweak and pull on one of his nipples. A seductive chuckle caused Sam to shift under the torment.

"What do you want Sammy? Tell me what you want."

Panting hard Sam pleaded, "Please ... f-u-c-k me ... with that ... o-h-h-h-h god ... big ... nightstick of yours."

Sam felt himself firmly yanked back causing his hips to arch as Don whispered hoarsely against the side of his face, "Like this." And then the next thing Sam knew Don makes a sharp upwards jab brushing right against his prostrate making him mewl with want. Over and over Don hit the same spot until Sam saw stars making him cry out and babble nonsense.

Quivering Sam knew he was about to come hard but before he knew it Sam found himself on the flat on his back, and Don's hard cock gone from his hole. A large gentle hand expertly wrapped something around his hard cock causing him to look down to see that Don had expertly placed a cock ring on him. The need to come had Sam automatically reached for his cock but found his hands knocked away. "No Sammy. That is not yours present but mine."

In his need Sam ignored the commanding voice and again reached for his cock only to find that his wrist were taken in a firm grip as he was dragged up to the head of the bed. "Since a bad little boy won't leaving my present alone, I just have to restrain you till you learn to behave yourself." Then before Sam could registered what was happening he found himself handcuff to the bed with Don looking hungrily down on him.

Sam panic for a moment and struggled against the cuffs, only to realized that Don had only tighten them enough to give an appearance of being restrained but was in reality lose enough that he could slip his hands out if he wanted. The next thing Sam knew was one of Don's hands wrapping around his wrist holding it steady as he was about to unlock the cuff.

Not wanting that Sam told him, "No. Please Don. It's alright I was just a little startled that's all."

A large warm hand gently cupped Sam's cheek as Don looked at him with searching brown eyes. "You're sure?"

Sam smiled up at Don, impressed at how his imagination blended the commanding presence that he was use to with a gentleness that he never knew into a man that was beyond his every wish. "I'm fine."

Don leaned down and took Sam's mouth in a gentle kisses leaving him panting as his lover moved away. Warm lips trailed down the side of neck to his chest where a talented tongue circle his nipple making it peak. Then to top off the torment feeling strong teeth scrapped the nub making Sam arched into the wonderful talented mouth.

Don had long come to the conclusion that this encounter was a dream and he was in reality sound asleep on his couch for there was no way that someone like Sam was real or interested in someone like him. For one thing there was a good ten to fifteen years difference in their ages.

For another Sam was beautiful and Don knew that he was no slouch and both men and women find him desirable but he was not in Sam's league.

Sam was beautiful.

The type of beauty that would allow Sam to have his pick of beautiful men and women, as his lover, which in all likely hood would not include him.

Sam was everything Don looked for in a partner, responsive, playful and if he wasn't mistaken there was a brain behind that beautiful face.

There was only one conclusion Don could make and that Sam was just too perfect to be real.

As Don suckled on the hard nipple his other hand was slowly mapped Sam's naked body. When Don's hand reached Sam's sharp hip he slip back and down to cup a full cheek. Slowly he encouraging Sam to bend his leg allowing him to settling firmly between Sam's spread thighs. Continuing his assaulted on the tender nipple, Don slid his hand up and over the hard muscles of Sam's legs feeling the fine hairs tickling the palm of his hand. Slowly his hand moved up to cup Sam's other pec and gently squeezing it causing the younger man to whimper as he shifted under Don.

Liking the response Don shifted so he could latch onto Sam's other nipple while using his fingernail to keep the previous one hard and sensitive. One he judged that both nipples were sensitive Don moved downward kissing and tasting Sam's quivering stomach as his much larger frame caused the other man to continue to spread his thighs further and further apart. Needing to one again to feel Sam tight heat around him, Don sat back onto his heels and placed both of Sam's legs over his shoulders. He shifted forward caused Sam to roll slight backwards and exposing his puckering hole to his hungry eyes.

Taking a firm grip on his hard cock, Don slowly reinserted the head of into the tightest and hottest home it had ever known causing both Sam and him to groan at the sensation. Taking firm grip on Sam's muscular thighs, Don continued to spread them back and apart as he slowly sunk further and further into Sam's depths until finally he was flushed with the young man's ass cheeks.

Looking down at the beautiful body he had taken, Don thought that he had never seen a more breathtaking scene as the one before him. Sam's head had rolled back between his straining arms causing him to arch his back. The hard swollen nipples were moving to the pants and moans coming from Sam's open mouth as the young man squirm and twisted trying to get Don's cock to move. But because of the firm grip Don had on the other man's thighs all it did was causing Sam's internal muscles to squeeze and massaged his hard length.

Don released a deep groan as he felt Sam pulse around him and possessively caressed the taunt body before him wanting to mark this man as his. Don hands down trail down Sam's legs, spreading out to clamp onto the younger man's hips before moving toward Sam's stomach that quiver beneath Don's touch. Slowly he moved his hands up along Sam's ribcage feeling each of the younger man's ribs against his finger tips before the younger man's pecs. Only as he felt the taunt hard numbs against the palm of his hands, did Don release that he was neglecting one of Sam's most responsive areas and gently rolled and pinched each nipple.

Sam mewl and twisted beneath Don's attentions alternating between begging and demanding, "Please Don ... oh god please ... please Sir ... please ... o-o-o-o-h-h-h-h god ... fuck ... fuck me hard."

Sam heard Don chucked before lean forward, causing him to spread his thighs even farther apart to accommodate the other man's heavier build. He bite his lip as the position seem to make Don even longer and harder reaching areas that had been untouched by his previous lovers.

A hard possessive mouth took control of his forcing Sam to release his lip. Only to whimper and whine as Don's hips twisted before trusted upward to brush against his prostrate. Sam's cries of pleasure and need were devour by Don's mouth as the headboard kept tempo to pounding that the older man was giving his ass.

Needing to come had Sam retched his mouth from Don's to beg and plead with the older man, "P-l-e-a-s-e ... sir ... please ... let me come. P-p-p-p-l-l-l-l-l-e-e-e-a-a-s-s-e."

The only response Sam got was Don slowing his thrusts to the point that he was barely moving before his head was yanked backwards exposing his throat to the older man. Sam groan and bit his lip as he felt Don latched onto his neck, alternating between biting and sucking on same spot, marking him as his.

It surprised Sam at how much a turn on it was, considering that he didn't like when Jess and David had tried to do it. Sam arched upwards against Don's body baring his neck even more to encourage the other man's possessive attitude. He shivering in delight as he felt the thick hair on Don's chest rubbed his hairless one only to cry out as the hard cock deep with him thrust sharply upward against his prostrate.

Don pulled back to look down at him, and Sam shuddered at the burning hunger and desire directed solely at him. A strong hand cupped the side of his face forcing him to look up at Don as the other man told him, "You belong to me and only me Sam."

Before he even thought about it Sam told Don, "I'm yours."

His face was gently caressed by Don, and Sam instinctively turned towards the warm of the hand placing a single kiss on palm as a husk voice whispered into his ear. "My Sammy. My beautiful Sammy."

The hand directed him to turn his face towards Don's allowing the older man continued his assault onto his mouth. He felt the hand that cup his face slide down his neck, before sliding between their bodies to play in the short, curly hairs around his cock. Sam whined when Don withdrew from his mouth only to pant and make unintelligent sounds as Don continued the pounding pace he had set before. Then when Sam thought he could not take any more pleasure his cock was release from the cock ring as Don gave one more major thrust. Sam screamed his pleasure to the world as every never in his body went into overload causing him to pass out in the arms of his talented lover.

Don roar of possessiveness and pleasure echo through the bedroom as he felt Sam's muscles pulsate around him squeezing and massaging him into his own orgasm. Instinctively he trusted three more times into Sam relax body trying to plant his seed deep into the willing body beneath him. Marking and claiming the young man as his.

Exhausted Don collapsed onto Sam trying to gather his breath and wits when he realized that he might be crushing the younger man. Slowly he pulled out not wanting to cause any damage due to carelessness before tiredly getting unto his hands and knees. It was then Don noticed that Sam had passed out.

Quietly Don moved from between Sam still spread thighs to stand beside the bed, as he gently moving his lover into a more comfortable position. Next Don took off the spent condom before tied it off and dropping it into the wastebasket beside his bed. Picking up the cuff key on the bedside table, Don unlock the cuffs tenderly massaging the slight red marked wrists before placing Sam's arms at his side. Moving to the other side of the bed, Don flipping back the sheets, before lying down and pulled Sam into his arms. Arranging the covers over both of him, Don settled down more firmly against his pillow. Looking down at the dark head resting on his chest, Don softly pushed Sam's haired back before placing a single lingering kiss on his lover's forehead. A quiet murmur of contentment from Sam made Don smiled as he slowly close his eyes closed following Sam into sleep.

The next thing Sam knew he felt a slap on his butt and his brother telling him, "Time to get up Sammy."

Glaring at his brother Sam got out of bed and sleepy made his way into the bathroom, scratching his naked ass as he went. It had not registered on Sam's sleepy mind that he had went to bed with his boxers on but now was totally naked. Tiredly he made his way to the toilet, lifting the seat he stood there as he emptied his bladder. Flushing, Sam turned away and made his way sleepily to the sink to turning the faucets on to wash his hands. Letting the water run Sam looked up blearily into the mirror before started to splash water onto his face. When it finally registered was what he had seen in the mirror he came fully awake. Water dripped off his nose and chin unnoticed, since Sam's full attention was on the mark right where Don has placed a hickey in his dream. Closing his eyes Sam tried to convince himself that it was not a hickey but a plain old bruise. Cautiously Sam opened one eye as he took in the shape and color of the mark and couldn't deny what he was seeing.

A large, black and purple, hickey.

A hickey put on his neck by a dream lover.

Sam reached up and touch the mark hissing at the slight pain the touch brought, he turned his face in different directions looked at the hickey from all angles before sighing and hanged his head between his shoulders. There was no way for him to cover up the mark and when Dean saw it he would be subject to endless teasing.

His head snapped back up as he realized that somewhere in this world, his dream love was real.

What the hell happen last night?

It was the sound of his cell phone going off that woke Don from his sleep. Peering out of one eye, at his alarm clock he saw that it was around seven o'clock in the morning.

Correction, seven o'clock on a Saturday morning.

Signing Don reached out for the cell phone that he usually kept next to his bed only to find that the phone wasn't in its customary spot.

Blearily he turned to look around his room and dimly noticed that his clothes were not on the floor as they normal were but neatly folded on his dresser with his gun and cell phone on top of the pile. Staggering sleepily from his bed he made his way over to the ringing cell phone before flipping it open. "Eppes."

A too wide away and friendly voice replied, "Don. It's David, a bomb threat has been phoned in at CalTec. The director wants us to investigate."

Wide awake Don told his co-worker, "Ok I will be there in around a half hour." He hanged up as was about to turn away when he noticed a pair of boxer, that were not his, folded next to his clothes. Puzzled Don picked them up and held them across his hips noting that they were far too small to be his. As Don was about to put them back down everything came back to him full HDVT color and sound.

Unnoticed the material slipped from his hands to land on the floor, Don then whirled around to the bed and saw his handcuffs dangle between the slots right where they were place by Sam. Daze Don moved slowly over to the bed to look down into his wastebasket at the lone used condom lying at the bottom of the pail. Don sat down hard on the bed as he tried to work his mind around the fact that everything that happened last night had been real.

If that had been real then so had everything else that happened last night been real.

The invisible presence that followed him home from the bar.

The almost ghostly appearance of Sam in his shower.

What the hell happen last night?