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Nick Lucien sometimes hated his job. More often than not lately, it seemed. Once he had loved the high-profile job of an intersystem ship captain, traveling to the far reaches of the galaxy, but lately he had found himself thinking more and more of a house on the ground of his home planet, Enoch. Or perhaps a large apartment in the capital city of Pergamon.
Right now, he was stuck baby-sitting a member of the Enochian royal family. While some people might have been eager to rub shoulders with one of the younger sons of a king, it had Nick secretly yearning for the nearest asteroid field. But here he was, stumbling around a marketplace on some backwater planet, trailing after Prince Castiel, answering all of his wide-eyed questions.
And this was only the second stop on his royal guest’s grand tour. There was nearly half a year left before they would finally get home. The hollowness that had been lurking in his chest for months got worse.
They had nearly reached the end of this provincial bazaar. It was a hot day, and the smell of roasting meat was making him feel slightly ill. Nick was thinking longingly of his own stateroom on the MorningStar and of a tall glass of Ambrosia, when his charge suddenly stopped.
“What’s that?” Castiel was pointing to a large orange tent, set up just outside of the market grounds. Purple streamers drifted from the tops of the tent poles.
Nick kicked himself inwardly. Why couldn’t they have turned around ten steps ago? He cleared his throat. “It’s a Grimweld tent.”
Castiel turned and looked at him, the question clear in his eyes.
Nick sighed. “It’s a slave market. They are selling slaves.”
“What!?” The outrage was clear in the prince’s voice. “Slavery has been outlawed in this galaxy!”
“That is true, but the Grimwelds argued before the Council that it was an essential part of their culture to collect on outstanding blood debts. They were given a 400-year extension.”
Castiel huffed, and Nick hid a smile. Despite his annoyance at being a chaperone, it was a bit refreshing to meet nobility that were so personally affronted at the existence of injustice. His amusement fled, however, when Castiel began walking towards the tent.
“Your Grace, it would not be proper—“
“It is not proper! But since it is being done, I want to see it,” Castiel snapped. “The whole point of this trip is to increase my knowledge of the galaxy. I would consider this an essential part.” He stomped off.
Nick groaned aloud and forced himself to catch up.
***
The inside of the tent was exactly what Nick knew it would be like, a seedy mix of the ornate and the depraved. The tent was divided by into small rooms by large folding screens. There was a plush carpet under their feet, scantily clad women walked around dispensing intoxicating drinks, and on display were several barely covered humanoids, all available for sale. The faint scent of incense floated through the air, probably designed to mask the sweat and fear emanating from the enslaved.
Nick caught up with Castiel and tried again. “Your Grace, it would truly not be fitting for a man of your stature—“ He could just see the headlines back on Enoch if a member of the royal family were caught in a slave market. And all under his watch.
Castiel was beyond hearing. He stood frozen near the entrance, his eyes were comically wide. “My God…” he whispered.
Nick yanked up the hood on the cloak Castiel was wearing. “At least keep yourself covered,” he pleaded.
Castiel made no sign that he had heard him, just began to drift around the tent. Nick sighed and followed him. Castiel wandered from room to room, his expression one of abject horror. Nick could hardly blame him. In one room they found several naked and clearly drugged women being displayed for a female consumer. As they were bent over before her, the customer reclined in a chair, stating, “My son needs a new playmate. No, no brunettes, perhaps a blond?”
As they neared the end, Nick tried once again. “Your Grace, now that you have seen—“
Once again, he got no further. Upon entering the last room, Castiel gasped loudly and rushed to where a young man was displayed. “Captain,” he said breathlessly. “I know this man.”
“You mean he’s from Enoch?” Nick was stunned. Enochians should not have any blood debts with the Grimwelds. “The placard says he is from a planet called Earth. Not even in this galaxy.”
“Not from Enoch,” Castiel said, “but I have dreamed about him since I was a child. This man…he is my destiny.”
Nick just resisted burying his head in his hands. This just got worse and worse. The Royal Family and their mysticism…
“I cannot leave him here, Captain.” Castiel’s voice grew louder. “We must rescue him.”
Nick saw a court-martial in his future.
“Be quiet” he ordered, his tone one he would have never dared use before. But desperate times, and all that. “You cannot make a scene here. The Grimwelds would not have brought this man here had they not a legal right. And you cannot buy him—Ah!” he snapped when Castiel opened his mouth. “If you are determined to save this man, I will buy him and deliver him to you on the ship, but only if you go straight back there now. Don’t speak to anyone, don’t stop anywhere. Do you understand?”
Castiel nodded mutely. He turned and headed out of the tent. Nick followed until he saw Castiel disappear into the bright sunlight outside, then turned back. He mentally ran through his options. He could tell the prince that the man had already been purchased and was no longer for sale, or he could say there was some apparent disease – no, he dismissed these thoughts. Castiel would not be satisfied by them. He was going to have to bring this man back with him.
Buying slaves from the Grimwelds was not illegal in Enoch, but it was frowned upon. It would greatly hinder his career if it became known he procured a slave for a member of the royal family. But he doubted Castiel would say anything.
He walked back to the display Castiel had been transfixed by. According to the signage, it was a young male, tall, with brown hair and green eyes. This was hardly apparent, though. The man was suspended by his wrists, secured by a chain to one of the crossbeams. He was slumped, his knees bent. His eyes were only half open, his gaze was unfocused.
Nick stood in front of the display and waited for a Grimweld to approach him. He managed to keep his skin from crawling at the sight of their grayish skin and hollow, sunken eyes. He hated doing business with these flesh-traders. He consoled himself that Castiel would have paid their full asking price without question, while he knew how it could be negotiated.
“Ah, Sir,” the Grimweld purred. “What can I help you with, Captain?”
It didn’t surprise him that the Grimweld had read the insignia on his collar. “Well,” he said, making a show of looking around him, “can I trust this transaction can be kept discreet?”
“Of course, Captain,” the Grimweld said, all supplication. “We pride ourselves on that. Who has captured your interest?”
“This one there,” Nick nodded towards the man. Then, unable to resist himself, he added, “What did he do to capture your interest?”
“Ah, Captain, it was an old debt, I’m afraid. His grandfather, I believe. Such a shame the elder generations don’t consider their descendants.”
“Yes, a shame,” Nick bit off. “I can’t help but wonder if they were properly informed.”
“Captain, you wound me.” The continued use of his rank was beginning to annoy Nick. “Everyone is properly informed. I fear this young man’s grandfather just didn’t consider the consequences of his actions on this poor soul…or his brother’s.”
“His brother?” Nick raised his eyebrows. “You took two for a single blood debt?” That was unheard of.
“It was a very large debt, Captain,” the Grimweld replied primly. “Besides, they practically insisted on going together.” His yellow eyes lit up. “Perhaps you would like to look over the brother as well?”
“No, I…”
But it was too late. The Grimweld was barking orders in his own language. Nick sighed at yet another delay.
“Please, sit and wait. A glass of Ambrosia, perhaps?”
Nick was forced into a seat, a drink poured for him. He set it at his feet. He had no intention of allowing himself to be muddied for the bargaining process. “Look, I’d really just—“
His voice dried up as another man was half-dragged onto the stage in front of him, his steps unsteady and stumbling, as befits the heavily drugged. This man was tall, taller than the other one. Dark shaggy hair fell into his eyes. His muscular body was nearly naked, save for a pair of small black briefs. Nick felt his mouth go dry and his palms start to itch. The man was beyond gorgeous.
“Very nice as well, no?” a voice hissed in his ear. “Such a lovely pair. I can give you a sweet price for both.”
Nick’s heart jerked and began pounding hard. He wanted… No, he needed… And it had been such a long time since he had indulged himself. But could he? It was wrong. No, it was awful to have his hard earned credits pass into these disgusting hands.
But if he didn’t… This gorgeous young man would just be sold to someone else. Someone who might do unspeakable things to him. Perhaps if it was just for this trip, perhaps then…
He turned and saw the Grimwell looking at him appraisingly. He cleared his throat and prepared for negotiation. “How much for both, then?”
***
Sam Winchester came to life with a groan. His headed pounded. What had he done last night? Nothing to earn this headache, he was sure. He forced his eyes open and was even more confused. He was in a large room, on some kind of low couch. He sat up and the thin blanket that had been spread over him fell to the floor. Where were his clothes? He was shirtless and wearing some kind of loose pants. He looked around the room. Across from him was a large window with a view of—
He jolted to his feet. It was a view of some solar system. Two large planets (or a planet and a moon?) circling some distant sun. He staggered as he crossed the room.
This had to be some kind of hallucination, or one of Dean’s more masterful pranks, though he doubted that Dean would be quite this creative.
He turned and walked back to the couch. He sank down on it with his head in his hands . What had happened? He was at Stanford. No, he had been at Stanford, almost done with the hellacious first year of law school when Dean had shown up to tell him-- Sam shook away that memory. He and Dean had gone back to Kansas, to the cemetery. Decided to go get majorly drunk. Half-formed memories came rushing back to him, him and Dean in some dive bar, a sallow-skinned man who claimed to know a lot about them, suspicions that their drinks had been drugged, and then...He shook his head. No, that couldn’t have happened.
He remembered Dean telling him to run, to get out of there. And then that weird guy had done something to Dean, and Dean has collapsed. Sam had charged the guy, there was a bright light, and then…nothing.
Sam pressed his hands to his forehead and caught sight of his wrists. He remembered being held up by his hands, locked to the wall. Bruises circled both of them, from the weird cuff like things that had been locked onto them. No, that had to be a nightmare. It had to be.
Suddenly there was a hiss of air and one of the gray walls slid open. A tall, blond man walked in, wearing some kind of uniform that Sam was absolutely not comparing to Star Trek.
“Sam,” the man smiled. “Glad you’re awake.”
Sam stood, ready to defend himself. “Who are you?” he asked.
“Well, I think that’s a long story. And, I fear, mainly up to you.”
“Where’s my brother?”
“He’s close by, Sam—“
“Where am I?”
The man crossed the room, and Sam immediately clenched his fists.
The man didn’t seem afraid of him at all, but a troubled expression crossed his face at the sight of the bruises on Sam’s wrists. “You have not been treated well, but no one is going to hurt you here.”
“I want to see Dean.”
“Your brother is still recovering from your experiences.”
“I want to see him.”
“Not right yet.”
Sam walked over to the man until they were toe-to-toe, hoping to use the couple of inches he had on the other man to intimidate him. “I want to see my brother!”
The man seemed amused. “Sit down.”
When Sam didn’t move, the man reached and put a hand his shoulder. Sam tried to throw it off. There was a brief tussle, which Sam lost rather spectacularly. He stumbled backwards to the couch, stunned. The man was much stronger than him.
“Now, do you remember what happened?”
Sam hesitated, but the man seemed prepared to wait. “Dean and I were in a bar, and there was some crazy nutjob talking about blood debts, and slavery. I thought he was your garden variety psycho. I was going to call 911 but there was something wrong with my drink and then…” He pinched the bridge of his nose. The rest sounded too crazy to say out loud.
“Then,” the man said blandly, “you were taken to their ship.”
“No,” Sam said firmly. “That’s insane. I’m obviously having some sort of psychotic break. Yes, that makes so much more sense.”
The man’s lip twisted. “You think that’s much more likely.”
“Yes, of course. Law school, not sleeping enough, then the grief. Obviously getting roofied was the final trigger—“
The man laughed.
Sam glared at him.
“I apologize, Sam.”
Sam sighed. “So who are you, anyway?”
The man smiled. “Apparently I am a figment of your disturbed psyche.”
Sam stared at him and the man relented.
“My name is Nick Lucien, and I am the captain of this ship.”
“I’m on a ship?”
“Yes, my ship. The MorningStar. A first class cruiser out of Enoch, in the Theo System. We are currently on month two of an eight month deployment.
“So, how did we get here?”
“You and your brother were purchased from a Grimweld trader at our last port. The Grimwelds are a nasty race, but they have carved out a niche in this galaxy by selling slaves. They claimed to have a blood debt made by your grandfather, and collected you and your brother in payment.”
Sam stared at him. “And you bought me…So, I’m your slave?”
“Generally, I am not in favor of the practice of slavery. Enochians are supposed to be above all that. I have, however, been far too long without a lover. So I am inclined to offer you that role. It’s up to you.”
Sam choked. “As your lover?”
“Just for the remainder of this voyage. Six months. If you agree to be my submissive, obedient lover, at the end of this voyage, I will give you your freedom.”
“And if I don’t want to do that?”
“Well, I will give you other opportunities to work off your debt to me, of course. Perhaps as a worker in the galley or in the engine room. But Sam, I did pay quite a bit for you. It would take years for you to work it off any other way. And in that case, there would be no opportunities to visit your brother.”
“You own my brother, too?”
“No,” Nick said flatly. “Your brother was bought by a member of Enoch’s royal family. There is nothing I can do for him. But once you have your freedom, you could stay on Enoch and see him whenever you could.”
“You said Enochians looked down on slavery,” Sam said. “And now you say my brother was bought by a member of the royal family?”
Nick smiled. “Clever one, aren’t you? Your brother will be well taken care of. He will be taken to Enoch. I would wager his freedom will be granted there, and he will be given citizenship. Which brings us back to you and me.” Nick’s eyes swept over Sam’s chest appraisingly and Sam knew he was starting to blush. “If you agree to my proposal, you can go with him once we arrive. Otherwise, you would have to remain on the ship to work off your debt.”
“Um, can I have some time to think about it?”
“Of course.” Nick stood. “Let’s find you a shirt and some shoes. I’ll take you to see your brother.”
Sam jumped up immediately. “You’ll take me to Dean?”
The man walked into another room and returned with a white shirt and what looked like a pair of slippers. Sam quickly put them on.
Nick waved his hand across a sensor near the door. The door hissed opened and he walked through it, Sam quickly shuffling behind him.
They headed down a long hallway and Nick herded into him a small metal room. “This is a magnetic levitation transport unit.” He pushed a button and the doors slid closed.
Sam stared at the writing on the indicator screen. It seemed to be made up of long flowing slashes interspersed with vertical lines and boxes. “I can read that, but how?” he asked.
Nick smiled. “No doubt you were injected with a nanobot after you were taken. It would have re-carved your neural pathways so you can read, speak and write my language. Didn’t you realize we are speaking in Enochian? You can probably speak a few others as well.”
Sam tried to force words past the horror in his throat, but found he couldn’t. Something had been carving up his brain? What other things about him had been altered? Did he even know how to speak English anymore? The transport unit stopped and the doors opened, and Sam realized where they were.
“Medical Bay?” He read the words above the entrance. His voice rose. “Is Dean sick? Is he alright?”
“He will be.” Nick led the way through two more glass doors.
Sam didn’t hear anything else. He could see Dean on one of the hospital beds, his eyes closed and his skin pale. Several IVs had been hooked up to him and there was a tray over his torso emitting a strange blue light. Sam hurried to his side and frantically checked him over, but he couldn’t find any wounds or noticeable bruises.
“Oh, God, Dean…”
“He’s going to be fine, Sam.” Nick was at his shoulder.
“What happened to him?”
“He was beaten very badly, probably at the slave market.”
At this news, Sam collapsed into a chair placed at the bedside.
A man in a white coat joined them. “There was massive damage to the organs. Luckily the drugs they gave him slowed the internal bleeding. Still, it was a near thing—“
“But he’s going to be fine, now. Correct, Doctor?” Nick cut in.
“Yes, good as new. Better, actually. Don’t worry, son.” The doctor patted Sam’s shoulder. “We’re going to keep him asleep for now, to repair the damage and get the drugs out of his system. We’ll make sure everything is patched up.”
Sam couldn’t take his eyes off of his brother.
“And where is Prince Castiel?” Nick asked.
“I made him go back to his stateroom and get some sleep. Had to threaten him, but eventually he left. I expect him back shortly.”
Nick and the doctor chatted for a few minutes longer, and then Nick tapped Sam on the shoulder. “We should go.”
“I want to stay with him.”
“I am afraid that isn’t possible. But you can come back soon. I promise.”
Sam allowed himself to be pulled to feet and followed Nick out with a backward glance at his brother.
When they were back in Nick’s stateroom, Sam collapsed back on the low couch. Nick poured him a drink. “So, still think you’re having a…a psychotic break?”
Sam sighed. “I guess not.” He stared at the planets.
Nick sat next to him and followed his gaze. “It’s not a window, you know. Just a representation of our current location. Computer up,” he ordered and the screen went blank, then brought up some kind of menu. He crossed the room and pulled out a small tablet. A few finger strokes and a schematic appeared on the screen.
Sam barely glanced at it, then stared back into his glass.
“When can I see Dean again?”
“Tomorrow, if you agree to my offer. Otherwise, you’ll be put to work. It would be long hours, Sam. I doubt you will have much free time.”
Sam snorted, and downed the rest of the liquid in his glass.
Nick stood. “I have to check on a few things. I’ll be back in…“ he checked his wrist, “…an hour. I expect your answer then.”
And with a final appraising glance at Sam’s body, he turned and left the room.
Sam buried his head in his hands. A psychotic break would be better than this. Slavery? Being forced to submit to a strange man who claimed to have bought him? He glanced at the door, and thought about trying to break it down. But even if he could, where would he go? He was on the man’s ship, in a strange galaxy. And Dean, he couldn’t leave Dean behind. His throat closed at the thought of his brother lying in that hospital bed.
No, he had no choice at all.
***
“Captain on the bridge!”
Nick rolled his eyes as everyone snapped to attention. “At ease, ladies and gentlemen.” He turned to his rather over-eager junior officer. “Ensign Uriel, I have told you before you don’t have to announce that every time I come into the room.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Lt. Milton, are we on course?”
“Yes, sir.” Nick’s first officer smiled at him. “We are due to reach the asteroid field in 16 hours.”
“Excellent. Hold your current speed. Ladies and Gentlemen, I don’t need to remind any of you that crossing the Croatoan asteroid field may be the most challenging part of this deployment. I expect each and every one of you to be in top form for the next week and bring your utmost concentration. So everyone better get a good night sleep tonight, because we are not going to be getting much until we are through the field, understood?”
A chorus of “ayes” came from around the bridge.
“Good. Lieutenant, you have the bridge.”
Since he had nearly an hour before to kill before returning to his stateroom, Nick made his way back toward the engine room for an inspection, smiling quietly to himself at what was waiting for him in his stateroom. Sam may have thought he needed time to think things over, but Nick knew that he wouldn’t be kept from his brother’s bedside, so there was really only one logical choice for him to make.
The inspection took far too long for his liking, and he uncovered three violations which then had to be written up. He tapped his foot impatiently as he waited for the paperwork. His thoughts kept drifting back to his room and what was waiting for him there. He had to fight to keep a smile off his face as he sternly cautioned his turbine officers against future violations before he made his escape.
Sam was still sitting on the couch when he got back. He stood as Nick came into the room and Nick took a moment to appreciate how the thin pants clung to every bulge and curve. Smiling, he walked into his bedroom and pulled off his shirt, leaving his thin undershirt on. He walked back into the living area and found Sam still standing in the same spot. He leaned against the threshold, and then they both spoke at the same time.
“Do you have something to tell me, Sam?”
“So I guess an hour for you is about the same as an hour for me—“
Nick smiled as Sam stopped talking. He recognized a delaying tactic when he saw one. But he decided to humor Sam. No point in rushing him.
“What your brain translates as ‘hour’ is probably a rough equivalent of what we have here.”
“So you have hours, days, weeks, months, all that sort of thing?”
“Thereabouts, I am sure. How do you define those things?”
“Well, um, an hour is sixty minutes. A minute is sixty seconds. A second is like one…two…three. You know, like that. A day is twenty-four hours, a week is seven days, and a month is about thirty days.”
Nick thought for a moment. “I suppose it is roughly equivalent. Your system sounds very confusing though. For us, a minute is a hundred seconds. An hour is fifty minutes. A day is ten hours, a week ten days and a month is five weeks.”
Sam nodded earnestly.
“So, Sam, what do you have to tell me?”
Sam colored and cleared his throat. “Well, um, I decided…yeah, I guess that would be alright. Six months…as your…you know, whatever.”
“Lover, Sam. Willing lover.”
“Yes…lover.”
“Even though our months are longer than yours?”
Sam barked out a half laugh. “I don’t have much of a choice, do I?”
Nick smiled. “I suppose you don’t. But, Sam, this won’t be too terrible for you. I am a generous lover, and I’ll take good care of you.”
Sam swallowed. “I just want to be able to see my brother.”
“And you will. He’s getting the best care possible.” Nick got up and poured two glasses of Ambrosia. He handed one to Sam. “I trust you will let me know if this is too strong for you.”
“Shouldn’t be a problem.”
Nick raised his glass and tipped it towards him. “Only the finest for you.”
Sam downed the drink with one swallow.
“All done?”
“Um, yeah.”
“Okay, well, you don’t you get out of those clothes and let me look at you.”
Sam looked shocked. “What?!”
Nick took another slow sip of his drink, then gestured with his hand. “I want you to get out of those clothes and come stand in the middle of the room so I can look at you.” He paused. “All of you.”
Sam swallowed hard. His heart was beating so fast it threatened to jump out of his chest. He wanted to refuse. He wanted to tell this arrogant captain to go to hell. He wanted to run out of the room. But he couldn’t. He had to do this.
Nick leaned back in his chair, his eyebrows raised expectedly.
Sam forced himself to walk into the center of the room. The alcohol, or whatever it was, helped a bit as he propelled himself forward. He pulled off the shirt and tossed it back on the couch. One push of his shaky hands and the pants were in a puddle by his feet. He stepped out of them, completely naked now, and took a deep breath, forcing himself to stand stock still with his back to the other man.
For a long moment, there was nothing but silence. Then Sam heard the squeak of a chair. He felt more than heard Nick come to stand behind him and slowly begin to walk around him. Sam kept his eyes locked on the far corner of the room.
After what seemed like hours Nick stood in front of him, an implacable expression in his eyes. A hand reached and gently clutched the hair at the back of his head.
“On your knees,” Nick ordered softly.
Sam sank slowly to his knees. Nick reached down and undid the buttons on his trousers. “Let’s see what you make of this…”
Sam noted the tell-tale bulge in Nick’s pants before the other man’s cock sprang free of its restrictions and nearly slapped Sam on the cheek. Sam nodded slowly and forced himself to take a deep breath. He’d done this before, albeit with about six more drinks lubricating him, but he could do it again. He opened his mouth to take in the thick head. He could do this. He lapped his tongue around the head, and then tightened his lips as he slid down the thick shaft. Nick’s musky scent invaded his nostrils and the familiar salty taste burst onto his tongue. Nick moaned above him.
Sam’s tongue sought out the ridges and veins as he took Nick deeper, swallowed, and then took him as deep as he trusted himself without choking. He hollowed his cheeks, moving and sucking, then moving and releasing. Nick’s hand tightened in his hair and pulled him backwards. Sam released his cock and looked up.
Nick was looking down at him, pupils wide. “You’ve done this before.” It was not a question.
Sam cleared his throat. “I, I experimented in college.”
“Yeah?” The hand is his hair tightened again. “Ever been fucked?”
Sam felt himself blushing. “No.”
“Why not?”
“Uh, just never got that far, I guess.”
Nick’s lips quirked up. “Well, get back to it.” He punctuated his words another twist of his fingers.
Sam nodded and opened his mouth again. His tongue gave Nick’s cock a long lick, from base to crown. He ran his hands up Nick’s thighs, squeezed them and looked up again. Nick nodded in answer to his tacit question about using his hands.
Sam wrapped one hand around the base of Nick’s cock and his tongue flicked the slit, tasting the salty drops that emerged there. At Nick’s groan he wrapped his lips around him again and slid his mouth slowly down to meet his hand, bringing up his other hand to gently fondle Nick’s balls.
Nick’s hips jerked, pushing his cock further into Sam’s throat. Sam tried to relax, concentrated on keeping his throat open and letting Nick, his owner for the next six months at least, fuck his mouth. Sam closed his eyes. Sure, he had sucked off guys at parties at school, but he had always been in control of those situations. Now, he had no choice. This man could use him as he saw fit, and Sam couldn’t do anything about it. He tried to remind himself that he needed to do this so he could stay close to Dean. That if it hadn’t been this man, it would have been someone else, and at least this way he had the promise of freedom in six months. But it did little to calm the churning in his stomach.
Soon Nick’s hands were urging him upwards, and Sam allowed himself to be pulled off just in time to have Nick come hard against his neck, his semen dripping down past Sam’s clavicle onto his chest.
“Hell of a mouth on you, boy,” Nick panted. Then there was a hand under his chin, pulling him upwards, and he stumbled to his feet. He was pulled forward and his lips slammed into Nick’s, hard. Sam was taken aback. Somehow he hadn’t pictured kissing as part of this arrangement. Nick hadn’t struck him as someone who liked kissing. Clearly he did, though, as his tongue boldly stroked the inside of Sam’s mouth. Sam squeezed his eyes shut as Nick angled his chin and adjusted their mouths.
The kiss was long, slow and intimate. It struck Sam that he hadn’t kissed anyone like this since his last girlfriend in college. In a way, this felt like more of a violation that the blow job had, but he didn’t pull away. Several moments later, Nick pulled back and smiled at him. “Let’s have a shower, shall we?”
He herded Sam into the bathing chamber, stripping off the rest of his own clothes as they went. Nick closed himself and Sam in what appeared to be a small gray room, with walls that felt like composite stone. Sam stood there, not sure what to expect as Nick crowded into his space and kissed him again. Sam, so distracted by the protracted pushing of their tongues, leapt nearly a foot when suddenly warm water crashed on them from every direction.
Nick laughed and spun Sam around so his back was to Nick’s front. He wrapped his right arm Sam’s torso, resting his palm on his left shoulder, while his other hand drifted lower, to Sam’s cock.
While it took a bit longer than usual, well-practiced twists of Nick’s wrist soon had Sam hard and gasping. Nick ran his teeth along Sam’s ear and whispered, “Delicious, Sam. My God, you are delicious.” A moan broke from Sam’s throat. Nick’s left hand stroked his cock steadily, while his right moved up and down Sam’s body, pausing to grope the tops of his thigh, then moving upwards to pinch his nipples. Sam’s breaths hitched, and his head fell back so that it was resting on Nick’s shoulder.
“That’s it. Just let go. I am going to take care of you, Sam. Don’t doubt it.” The hand moved from his nipple upwards to wrap around his throat, a gentle squeeze before sliding down his body again. Nick sank his teeth into the tender flesh of Sam’s earlobe and Sam lost it, coming all over his stomach and chest.
Nick chuckled and gentled his strokes, pulling every bit of pleasure out of Sam’s body until he felt weak and boneless. He then propped Sam up with his back against the wall of the shower. Quickly lathering up his hands, he soaped up Sam’s chest and down his legs, then quickly repeating the action on himself. He captured Sam’s lips once again and pulled him close. His hands meandered down Sam’s backside. As they reached the rounded globes of his ass, he squeezed them gently, then his fingers dipped in between them.
“I have plans for your ass.” He punctuated his sentenced with a squeeze. “But not now. Not yet. I am going to be far too busy for the next week, and I want to take my time with you. But after that…“ Another squeeze and he moaned again into Sam’s ear.
After rinsing them both off, he forced Sam’s arms into a robe and led them both to his bed. Sam couldn’t keep his eyes open as his slumped down on to the soft sheets. Still, his mind was racing. It was too much to take in in a single day. He’d been kidnapped, dragged from his own planet and been sold in slavery. And Dean, Dean had nearly died. The thought of trying to escape flashed through his mind again. But he couldn’t leave Dean behind. And Dean needed the medical care that they were providing here. There was nothing he could do until Dean was better.
Sam rolled over and buried his face in the soft pillow. Even if he and Dean could escape from this ship, where could they go? They had no money, no skills that would be useful here. They didn’t even know where Earth was in relation to where they were now. A wave of despair washed over him, and he felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes. He was startled when he felt a hand on his back.
“Sleep, Sam.” The hand began slowly stroking down his back. Sam forced all the thoughts from his mind. He was asleep in minutes.
***
Nearly a week later, Nick sat in the captain’s chair on the bridge, his focus entirely on the screen in front of him. As the last asteroid when sailing past them off into the reaches of space, there was an audible exhale.
“Congratulations, ladies and gentlemen,” he said, “A textbook crossing.”
Applause sounded throughout the bridge area as all of the officers whooped it up. It had been a rather tense week, but the ship had emerged unscathed, and everyone was relieved.
He glanced at his first officer. “Take us into hyperspace, Lt. Milton.”
“Aye, Sir.”
Nick sank back in his chair. He had barely slept at all in the past week, returning to his stateroom only to shower and change his clothes. But now, four whole uninterrupted days stretched before him. Nick planned to spend all of them in bed.
He left the bridge, leaving instructions not to disturb him except for an emergency. Once outside his stateroom, he paused for a moment to savor the anticipation of what was to come. He had barely seen the younger man in the past week. Now, he was going to have Sam in his bed, where he would finally get to claim the man completely.
The door opened, and Nick walked in – to find the room empty.
Nick fought to contain his annoyance. He should have known. He turned and walked back to the transport, and headed towards the medical bay. As expected, he found Sam at his brother’s bedside. More surprisingly, sitting on the other side of the bed was Prince Castiel, and the two appeared to be in rapt conversation over the unconscious man’s body.
Nick’s annoyance flared. Sam would barely speak to him, except to answer a direct question, and he and Castiel were talking like old friends. He cleared his throat loudly as he stepped into the room. Both of their heads spun towards him. Nick leaned against the doorway and raised his eyebrows.
Sam flushed and looked down when he saw Nick, but Castiel looked annoyed at the interruption. “Captain, the doctor has informed us that when Dean awakes, his condition will be delicate and that we shouldn’t upset him. Sam and I were just discussing what he should be told.”
“So you’re not going to tell him he was sold into slavery in another galaxy?”
“Of course not. Sam thinks it would be best if we tell him he was in an accident and in the hospital. In a way, it is true.”
“Indeed, your Grace. I am afraid I need Sam to come with me now.”
Sam swallowed audibly, but he rose and began to walk out of the room.
Castiel’s expression darkened. He clearly disapproved of Nick’s bargain with Sam. “I’ll make sure you are notified if he wakes up, Sam.”
“Thank you, Castiel.” Sam followed Nick out of the room.
“Castiel?” Nick asked once they were in the transport unit. “The prince gave you leave to call him by his given name?”
“He insisted.” Sam replied.
“Hmph.”
Once back in his stateroom, Nick asked, “Have you eaten?”
Sam was sitting on the couch, staring into space. “Yes, they brought us a tray in the medical bay.”
Nick smiled. “Then why don’t we have another shower?”
Sam stumbled to his feet, and walked to the bathroom like he was headed towards his own execution. Nick carelessly pulled off his uniform while Sam undressed slowly, folding his simple T-shirt and track pants and placing them on the bathroom counter.
Once in the shower, with the water spraying them from all sides, Nick reached for Sam’s cock, stroking him to full hardness. Sam moaned as he leaned into the spray, baring his neck for Nick’s teeth. As Nick licked up the lean neck, his whispered into Sam’s ear, “Just one thing we have to do in here.”
Sam opened his eyes in confusion as Nick pulled away from him, to open a small compartment in the shower and pulled out a small wand, connected to the showers hydraulics. He showed it to Sam, flicking a small switch on it, and a gentle stream of warm water emerged from the end.
“We need to make sure you are all cleaned out. Now turn around and put your hands on the wall.” He punctuated this request with a hard bite to Sam’s shoulders.
Sam’s eyes widened, seemingly locked on the slender wand. Nick turned him with a gentle shove, and ordered, his voice firm, “Put your hands up on the wall.”
Sam obeyed. With his free hand, Nick gave a long slow stroke down Sam’s back, then spread his cheeks. His thumb swiped several times over Sam’s puckered entrance, before he growled, “Sam, relax, this won’t hurt, I promise.”
He saw Sam’s shoulders shudder before the other man forced himself to relax, stretching out his back in a pleasing bow. Nick brought the tip if of the wand to Sam’s entrance, and slowly pushed it inside just a little. He wrapped his other arm around Sam’s chest and flipped the small switch. Sam jerked, and rose on the balls of his feet as the warm water began to flow.
“That’s it, Sam…easy.” he whispered into Sam’s ear.
He kept the wand there for another minute before pulling it free and letting the water drain from Sam’s body.
Sam’s breath was coming in short pants. Nick brought the wand to Sam’s entrance again and pushed in, while his other hand slid lower to wrap around his cock. Sam cried out as Nick slowly stroked him, then pulled the wand away once again. The water was still rushing around them, dampening the noises they made.
“One more time, Sam… You take it so nice.” He pushed the wand into Sam once again, and quickened the pace of his strokes.
“Fuck, unh, that feels so…unh.” The words seemed like they were torn from Sam’s throat.
Nick pulled the wand away and flicked it off. He then propped Sam up against the wall of the shower and sank to his knees in front of him. He slowly began kissing Sam’s cock, up one side and then down the other, enjoying Sam’s breathy gasps before wrapping his lips around the crown, tasting the drops that leaked from the tip. He moaned, taking Sam deep and swallowing around him. Sam’s hips stuttered, and he tried with a hand to Nick’s shoulder to push him off. Nick wouldn’t allow this, though, and in another minute, Sam cried out and shot down his throat.
Nick continued suckling until Sam’s cock became too sensitive, and this time he allowed Sam to push him off. He got to his feet and claimed Sam’s mouth in a hard kiss. He wrapped Sam in a fluffy towel and propelled him towards the bed, before quickly drying himself.
Nick wrapped the towel around his waist and quickly detoured into the living room, where he poured a large glass of Ambrosia and brought in with him into the bedroom. Setting the glass on his nightstand, he climbed into bed and pulled Sam close. They lay together quietly for a long while, not speaking, sharing sips of Ambrosia from the small glass. Sam wasn’t meeting his eyes, but he wasn’t pulling away either. Nick smiled to himself, and claimed Sam’s mouth in a hungry kiss. They had plenty of time for Sam to get over his hesitance.
Once the glass was empty, Nick set it aside. He turned and whispered into his lover’s ear, “Turn over, Sam. Hands and knees.”
***
Sam tried not to freak out too much as he did what Nick asked. He’d known this moment was coming. As he settled on his hands and knees and felt Nick move behind him, he told himself that Nick wouldn’t deliberately hurt him, though some pain was probably inevitable this first time.
He felt Nick stroke his hands down his lower back to his thighs, and then back up to part his buttocks, and then for a long moment there was nothing, then…
“Oh, God,” the words rushed out of him as the first wet lick. He pitched forward and caught himself on his elbows. Nick held him open and ran his tongue over and over his entrance. Sam squirmed, unable to help himself, and Nick tightened his grip in response, spearing him open with his tongue.
“Fuck….Unhhh, Fuck.”
Nick pulled up. “Holy hell, Sam. You are delicious” Then he was licking again, seeming to light fire to all of Sam’s nerve endings. Sweat broke out over Sam’s entire body, and he couldn’t stop himself from pushing back onto Nick’s searching tongue.
Then Nick’s mouth pulled away and Sam felt a finger press into his throbbing opening. He moaned again, even louder this time. Then Nick’s tongue slid in next to his finger. Sam felt his eyes roll back in his head. His head hit the mattress as he rocked back on Nick’s finger, aware of how he must look, his ass in the air, rocking back and forth on another man’s finger, driven to near madness by his tongue.
Just when it was getting to be too much, Nick pulled back. Sam heard a fumbling at the bedside table, and Nick’s voice suddenly in his ear. “Such a sweet ass. Thinking about it has been driving me crazy all week.”
Then the finger was back, this time coated with a slippery liquid. It pushed in easily, and Sam groaned again. The contrast between the cold liquid and Nick’s warm finger made him shiver. Nick pulled his finger out and pumped it back in, a steady rhythm. Slowly, Sam began to relax. Nick’s hand rubbed up and down his lower back.
Then Nick pushed another finger in. Sam jumped. It burned, but Nick didn’t slow down the rhythm, just pumped them both in and out, and then with a flick of his wrist, he rubbed up against something deep inside Sam that made him see stars in front of his eyes. An inhuman sound broke from his throat and he arched his back.
Nick pulled his fingers out and Sam pushed back, chasing the sensation on that special spot inside him. Nick chuckled and pushed them back in. Every time he hit that spot inside Sam, it felt better and better, until Sam’s throat was starting to hurt from the groans that he couldn’t contain.
Nick pushed in a third finger and Sam cried out. It was too much. He couldn’t take it. He was about to beg Nick to stop when he felt a hot mouth open on his shoulder, then teeth pulling on his skin. It centered him. He took a few deep breaths and the burn in his ass lessened.
“You ready, baby?”
Sam couldn’t say the words, but he nodded.
“Okay, roll over.”
The words didn’t make sense, “Wha…what?”
Nick gave his hip a gentle shove. “On your back, Sam. I want to see your face when I fuck you.”
Sam whimpered. He wasn’t sure he could stand to do this with Nick’s eyes on his face. He didn’t want to be that vulnerable to this other man. But he allowed himself to be shoved onto his back. Nick grabbed a pillow. “Lift up.”
Sam raised his hips and Nick placed the pillow underneath him. He leaned down between Sam’s legs and placed a gentle kiss on his mouth. “Sam, I don’t want you to be worried. I’ll make it good for you.” Sam felt the heat rise in his face. Nick’s tone was warm, coaxing, like he was some trembling virgin on prom night
Sam steeled himself and pulled back. He very deliberately opened his legs. Nick smiled at him, then propped Sam’s left foot up on his shoulder. Sam tried to keep his breaths even, fought the urge to flinch. Nick guided his cock to Sam’s opening and pushed in, further and further, and oh, God, it hurt. It felt like he was being split in two.
“Oh, baby. God, Sam, so hot.”
Finally he felt Nick’s balls on the skin of his ass, Nick’s hands hard on his hips. Sam bit his lip, his hands fisting in the sheets. There was sweat dripping all over his body. How long could he stand this?
Nick slowly pulled back, and eased his way back in. A few more movements like that, and Sam felt something inside him relax. A shuddery exhale later, Nick pushed back inside and that feeling was back, the one he had felt when Nick’s fingers were inside him. Sam’s hips jerked, his toes curled, and a moan broke from his lips.
“Oh, fuck…”
“Yeah, baby…Feel so fucking good.” Nick’s hips sped up, pumping into Sam’s body.
Sam rocked against Nick, and Nick reached out and grabbed one of Sam’s hands, and pushed it to his cock. “Touch yourself, Sam. Let me see it.”
“Unghh.” Sam’s hand stroked his cock.
“So hot, Sam. So fucking perfect.”
They continued like that for countless moments, the pleasure building slowly between them. Their eyes met as they rocked back and forth. And then it was too much. Sam felt the pleasure rocket up from his toes all the way to the roots of his hair. It whited out his vision, and he felt his cock surge and surge as his come splattered out all over his stomach and chest.
When he could open his eyes again, Nick was still pumping into him, his eyes wild. As their eyes met, Nick stopped, stuttered, and then with a primal groan, came inside of Sam, sinking down, resting his forehead against Sam’s. There was no sound but their heaving breaths.
Sam was unable to contain his wince as Nick pulled out of him. Then Nick collapsed on top of him, rolling them both over the sheets with a chuckle
“Fuck, Sam,” he panted. “Holy fuck.”
Sam couldn’t move. He could only stare at the ceiling and try to get his breathing back under control. After a few moments, he felt Nick get up and heard his footsteps padding towards the bathroom. He came back a moment later, and with a damp cloth, slowly cleaned up the mess on Sam’s stomach. Sam squeezed his eyes shut. In a way, he thought, it would be easier if Nick was a complete ass to him. It would be easier to shut himself off to all of it without these small moments of tenderness. It would make it easier to convince himself he was just a convenient body to fuck.
Nick tossed the washcloth on the floor and flopped back down beside him. His breaths evened out, and a quick glance in his direction convinced Sam the other man was asleep.
He stared at the ceiling for a long time.
***
Nick’s comm link was beeping, pulling him out of the most restful sleep he’d had in weeks. Nick reached out and pulled the receiver to his ear.
“What?” he growled.
“Sorry to disturb you, sir,” replied a voice that didn’t sound nearly sorry enough, “But I was told to inform you the patient in the med bay has regained consciousness.
Nick sighed, “Okay.”
Dropping the receiver back onto the nightstand, he rolled over and shook his bedmate.
“Sam, you need to get dressed.”
Sam snapped to full consciousness immediately. “What is it?”
“Your brother is awake.”