You are my sin uncrowned poem

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The weather was still unsettlingly sunny.

There will be signs of demons coming, or thunderstorms, or large-scale livestock deaths-disasters always go hand in hand. On the eve of the previous sealing battles, the parish as a battlefield has been shrouded in dark clouds that cover the sun, and thunder is rolling A large number of crops withered without warning, and livestock also contracted sudden diseases and died in groups.

But these signs all came to Nosy Diocese.

Calm is even more tense.

All the knights were tense in their minds, not daring to slack off in the slightest. Dean and the knight commanders met almost every two or three hours. Every corner of the city was peaceful and lively. No one could have guessed that demons appeared here one after another a few days ago.

And Dean has other things to worry about.

If the bishop did not hear from the pope again, he decided to go to the dean's room tomorrow night to steal the key.Although there is no direct connection between the safety of the artifact and the recent demon infestation, he still has to complete his task.Besides confirming the safety of the magic weapon, even if there is a demon invasion later, the sealing array can still play a huge role.

The soldiers don't have much time to worry about other things, and Dean just thinks about Sam in the little breaks between shifts.Those strange eagerness also came without warning. Before that, for him, Sam was his younger brother, his only relative, and the person he wanted to protect and save with all his strength.But it never occurred to him that Sam could have the chance to be anything else.

And worst of all, Sam finally realized that he seemed to be becoming "something else" in Dean's mind.

It made Dean ashamed, wondering what Sam was thinking after seeing his eyes. Sam even saw it, along with his desperate cover-up, but walked away without a word.

Desire for more than what is needed, uncontrolled desire is greed.

The knight on horseback looked in the direction of the church, wondering if the priests would listen to his confession, which he probably had no intention of reforming.

The time for patrolling the city was extended, and even at night, several teams of knights patrolled every street in the city. It was late at night again when Dean got back to the monastery, and he hoped that today Sam didn't wait for him and went straight to bed.

But he guessed wrong again.

The room was still brightly lit by candles, and Sam was holding a book, but he didn't look like he was sleepy at all. Dean pushed the door open and stood in embarrassment at the door, cleared his throat, he walked into the room and closed the door, the sound of the door being plugged made him inexplicably nervous.

"It's not that you can..." Dean wanted to say a few words to Sam pretending nothing happened, and even if Sam ignored him, he could keep talking to himself.

But when Sam looked up at him, he suddenly stopped talking.

He still remembers that he should look at Sam with "brother" eyes in front of Sam, but now Sam doesn't look at him like a "brother".He had never noticed that Sam looked at him with eyes like this. Sam's eyes showed everything straightforwardly, whether it was love, longing, or desire, they were suddenly like the Alpha smell emanating from Sam. Same, drifting across the room, making the skin on the back of Dean's neck tingle with heat.

Dean was sure it wasn't an illusion.

The tingling pain crawled across the body from the back of the neck along the skin, the heart beat violently, and a worrying commotion was about to move in the body.

Dean sucked in air hard.

He also suddenly understood why Sam left without saying a word that morning.

There is no need for any language anymore, no need to be explicit.

Tacit understanding can cover up in front of others, and hypocritically cover up in front of each other.

Mistakes can only be fermented in silence, and words confer guilt on them.

"You're coming back later and later." Sam closed the book in his hand, got up and put it back on the shelf.

The voice broke the silence, and Dean straightened up and took a sharp breath as if waking up from a dream.He pulled the cloak down and draped it over the box, then took off the leather armor on his body, and Sam watched him from the side of the bookshelf.

Sam finally didn't have to let his eyes touch Dean's body with his hands when Dean turned his back.And Dean also felt Sam's caressing gaze, the leather armor was taken off one by one and put into the box, the fabric of the clothes pressed against the skin, his breathing gradually heated up, and he couldn't help turning his head to look at Sam.

Sam came over, bent down and blew out a candle.

It was darker in the room.

Then Sam blew out another one.

It was darker again.

Dean stretched out in the dim light, his eyes flickering to a lock of hair around Sam's neck.

The smell of the two of them drifted across the room, and Dean walked to the doorside of the bed, climbing into bed as Sam blew out the last candle. Sam followed, and they were still lying back to back on the same bed with a gap between their bodies.Breathing came and went, neither of them closed their eyes, and the searing sting lingered on the back of Dean's neck, while the swelling pain in his lower abdomen bothered Sam.

You can't talk, and you can't reach out.

So eyes will replace all words, all touches, pass through each other's bones, and kiss each other's soul.

Surprisingly, the night finally became easier.Those who are in pain temporarily let go of their pain, and those who are anxious also decide to give up their anxiety. Now they have all the rights except touching, at least they don’t need to cover up, and the other party will promise and forgive themselves.

Everything has not yet become a sin, which is perhaps the best outcome.

They are brothers and they are saints.

The next morning, they woke up hugging again—to be precise, Sam woke up first, and this time, Dean really wasn't awake yet. Dean was held in Sam's arms again, with his head resting on Sam's chin, his hands wrapped around Sam's waist naturally. Sam put one hand on Dean's back and the other on his hip, his breath brushing Dean's hair.

Dean's smell made Sam's heart palpitate slightly, he resisted the urge to press Dean on the bed to force him to bow his head in submission, but he couldn't resist stroking Dean's back quietly with his hands.His hands are still on Dean's hipbones, fingers sliding easily to his groin, against Dean's belly.

Desire quietly condensed on the fingertips, and the palms became hot. Sam lowered his head and kissed Dean's hair tip lightly, trying to calm the sour love in his chest, but this did not bring him comfort, so he could only be more Pulling Dean into his arms hard.The nights are easier because Sam allows Dean to act unconsciously in his sleep, and he can use it to hug his brother, all under the guise of sleep, deceiving himself.

They used to sleep together like this.

Children are innocent and innocent, but when they grow up, they become sinful.Liberated from their innocence, they long for another's body in order to possess another's soul—they are tainted with love, so they are greedy and selfish, so they are jealous and irritable.

Saints shouldn't be like that.

So mornings are harder than nights.

The right to touch is withdrawn, and everything will return to silence.

Dean woke up not long after Sam woke up.

He was held in Sam's arms again.

It hurt his pride as a brother a little bit, but soon his attention was drawn to the warmth of Sam's palms and body.Their bodies were almost pressed together, Sam's smell made Dean feel a little unpleasant, but this unpleasantness soon became an unspeakable attraction because of Sam himself.He moved his body slightly in the tight space between Sam's arms, and suddenly his lower stomach rubbed between Sam's legs, and both of them took a breath.

Sam's breath on top of Dean's head, Dean's breath on Sam's neck.

Sam suddenly clasped Dean's waist tightly, murmured Dean's name indistinctly, and turned over to press him over. Dean slapped him hard on the back, and quickly grabbed his shoulder to stop him.

Sam closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against Dean's.

Breathing heavily into Dean's face.

Dean kept his eyes open until their breathing gradually calmed down.

Don't talk, and don't make any superfluous movements.

Sam finally let go of Dean. Dean quickly jumped out of bed, walked towards the wall and said to Sam: "I'm not coming back tonight, go to bed early, don't wait for me." He opened the box, scratched his head, and turned around and said half-jokingly, "Also You don't have to go out and find me, little girl."

Both of them breathed a sigh of relief at the moment when their veiled eccentric love and desire were exposed, and this might be the end.However, after the first smooth night, they finally discovered that this was just the beginning of another cover-up. They wanted to pretend that everything was normal, to deceive others, each other, and themselves.

TBC