You are my sin uncrowned poem

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Sam takes Dean back to the monastery.After the earthquake stopped, the monks who went out to hide came back with the students who had lingering fears, so that the normally quiet monastery was a little noisy at this time.

Dean was dragged by Sam into the room that was messed up by the earthquake, and seemed to regain his sanity slightly.But this bit of reason is still not enough to restrain him, and it is still not enough to make him ignore his inner collapse.The words of the famine knight and the smell from the black mist still seemed to linger around him. He was trapped in a huge cocoon and tried to escape, but in vain.

Sam closed the door behind him, wiped his face, and walked over to get some clean clothes from the box.He glanced at Dean worriedly, hesitated for a while, and went over to help Dean take off his already soaked clothes. Dean still seemed dazed, lost in a weird world of his own. Sam was worried about him, kept calling his name, talking to him.His fingers grazed Dean's skin, and desire steamed inside and spilled over his body, turning into sticky sweat.

Dean's body jerked violently, and he raised his eyes to look at Sam, fluttering his nose, as if searching for Sam's scent.He suddenly reached out and pushed Sam, then grabbed Sam's wet clothes, turned and tried to push him against the wall. Sam held him with his backhand, and the two of them tugged. Finally, Sam pressed his brother firmly against the wall, hissed his brother's name, resisted himself, and murmured "Don't make me tie you up".

"Sammy." Dean called Sam's name in response.He struggled unwillingly under Sam's palm, the smell on his body became stronger in an instant, and his breathing became heavier and heavier.Hands still clutching Sam's clothes tightly, all he wanted was to hold his beloved Alpha in front of him, bite him by the neck, bond with him, mark him, with a hungering urge.

He wanted Sam to be completely his, and he would grab Sam, fall with him, become pieces together, pile up and squeeze in desire, and become the filling of the abyss.

Dean's lustful eyes also made Sam hotter all of a sudden, the lust from the black mist hadn't subsided, it was still - always there, like a plant when he realized his feelings for Dean It grew in his heart, sucking his blood and breath every day, growing, growing, and flourishing.

Taking advantage of Sam's distraction, Dean reaches for his wrist and pulls his hand away, leaning back to kiss him, running his fingers through his wet hair and pinching the back of his head.

The kiss was more intense than the previous one, and Sam had never smelled so strong next to Dean, it was like Dean wanted to drown Sam in his own scent, make Sam smell like an Omega with his Alpha's smell.

Sam was lost in Dean's kiss, at this moment, he forgot his identity, and also forgot Dean's identity.It was as if they were no longer deacons and paladins, nor brothers, not two Alphas, but pure Sam and Dean, Sam wanted Dean, and Dean wanted Sam.

The palms pressed against Dean again.

"Darkness" descended in his mind, agitating a deeper desire, Sam broke away from Dean's hand, straightened it up, lifted it over Dean's head, and let it stick flat against the wall like an ornament .

The tattoo suddenly felt unbearable pain.

Dean felt suddenly unable to move his body.He struggled instinctively, his soft tongue nimbly moved Sam's mouth, and his teeth nibbled on Sam's lips, but other than that, his body and limbs seemed to be someone else's, Totally out of his control.

Sam's fingers are caressing Dean's wrist, which has been hurt so many times.Dean's body trembled visibly when his finger slid down the blood vessel and touched the blood mark.That might hurt a little, and Sam cups Dean's face in his hands and kisses him deeply, lovingly and brutally.

He should love Dean.

Sam pondered, "darkness" filling his mind like a fog.

He pulled the hand that was still holding the back of Dean's head, straightened it and pushed it across the top of Dean's head, keeping it firmly against the wall.He bit Dean's lip, let him go, and looked up at Dean's hands, which were so stiff and limp, which made him a little sad, so he stroked Dean's arm lightly again, only holding Dean's wrist.

Dean, who had regained some feeling in his arms, struggled again. He lowered his head to pant, then raised his head again to stare slightly fiercely at Sam.His eyes were full of desire and desire to conquer, and his chest kept rising and falling with the rhythm of his breathing.

The blood had been washed away by the rain, but the wound was still there. Sam runs his first-blade-burned hands over Dean's scarred body, starting at his cheeks, thumbs stroking lips, index fingers in circles around Adam's apple, palms sliding down chest against collarbone.

Touch brings pain, it brings pleasure, it brings deeper desire and longing.

Sam clasped Dean's waist, leaned down and kissed his sweaty neck, bit his shoulder and collarbone, and finally opened his mouth to bite his nipple in Dean's scent.

The Alpha, who couldn't move, let out a dissatisfied monotone while drinking in a low voice.The back of the neck was a burning pain, the unhappiness was as strong as the pleasure, when Sam sucked his nipples, his breathing stopped suddenly, and the numbness spread on the back of the tingling neck, like honey being poured into the fire.His genitals were erect, pushing against the soft cloth, and he breathed in the moist air, trying in vain to regain the control that should belong to him.

Sam sucks on Dean's nipple, licking it with the tip of his tongue and nibbling his teeth until it's engorged and hard. Dean's breathing also changed subtly, the sharp resistance gradually softened, those dissatisfied and threatening monotones became less and less, slowly disappeared, and finally turned into an undisguised comfortable moan.

Fingers stroking the skin on his waist, Sam pressed his hand between Dean's legs, fingers tracing the outline of a cock on the somewhat rough fabric.He doesn't have any experience with that, he hasn't owned an Omega, he hasn't had sex with anyone, Alpha's instincts only taught him to make himself strong enough to subdue any Alpha, just to touch another Alpha like this Instinct hadn't taught him, and he hadn't been told, that his cock made him so full he almost came - he didn't know if it was normal or not.

Sam let go of Dean's nipple for a moment, then licked his chest, collarbone, and slid the tip of his nose against Dean's skin, toward his neck.

At this moment, he could still smell the scent of Dean's soul.

bitter.

However, this time it seemed to be more bitter than he remembered, like a bottomless abyss, cold and sad.

Sam was stunned by the bitterness of despair in Dean's soul, he looked up at his brother, and it seemed that Dean was not Dean, nor anyone else, but a... Sam was surprised that he couldn't find a suitable description, he was Suddenly he hugged Dean tightly in his own sinful desire, pulling him tightly into his arms.

And Dean just murmured Sam's name like it was the only word he remembered at the moment.He can neither understand Sam's mood at this time, nor can he get out of this closed world, he can only follow his instinct and desire, waiting for Sam's kiss and touch.His chin rested on Sam's shoulder, and Sam's smell continued to stimulate and tease him, he opened his mouth to bite Sam's ear, and licked the tip of his tongue into Sam's ear hole.

"Sammy..."

It's the only spell Dean knows.

Sam pulled Dean roughly away, slamming his back against the wall again.

He ducked his head and bit Dean's neck.

It was as if he wanted to tear his throat, as if he wanted to tear his bitter soul.

Then use the fragments to reshape a brand new Dean.

TBC