Summary: Dean can't resist danger, even when it comes to sex.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by WB and Eric Kripke et al. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Warnings: non-canon vamps
Author's Notes: Thanks to Soph for the beta. This is 11 out of 31 short fics, all involving masturbation in honour of the Merry Month of May. All fics were written with knowledge up to Hell House, no canon after that was used since that's as far as I've seen.
Word count: 1,012
Link: to other mmom fic
Danger was such a part of Dean's life that he had not been surprised when he found that sometimes he needed it in sex. If his father ever found out what he occasionally did John would kill him and if Sam found out he'd never speak to him again. Now Dean was not suicidal so he had chosen something that was dangerous, but almost guaranteed not to be fatal. He'd had to fight his way out once, but that had been more his choice of partner playing around than seriously wanting to kill him. When Dean felt the itch he went to find vampires.
Contrary to popular fiction vampires did not climb in through windows and kill virgins in their sleep, at least not unless they were mentally disturbed and it was time to call in the exterminators. Sex with vampires was dangerous because they would feed and if they were over enthusiastic you could end up in the ER needing a transfusion. So far Dean had avoided that, but he had been close.
This time he had left Sam sleeping in their motel room and headed to a bar where he knew he would find vamps. Vampires had some mental powers and could make people more susceptible to their will, but they couldn't wipe memories and hence willing donors were by far preferable to 'persuaded' victims. Dean knew how to indicate that he was interested and had sat himself in a booth at the back of the bar with his collar open and nothing more than a soda water in his glass. Vampires did not like the blood tainted even by alcohol and either you wanted a fight or you were looking to donate if you ordered water in a bar like this.
He had been propositioned twice before a male vamp had sat down next to him and he had known he had found his date for the night. Their conversation had consisted of nothing more than an exchange of veiled words that confirmed they both knew what was on offer; sex for blood, a simple exchange. Which had led them to their current position in an anonymous motel room with Dean naked on the bed and the vampire, whose name he didn't care to know, leaning over him.
"No where that will show," Dean said huskily as he felt his companion's eyes devouring him from head to foot.
"And just what makes you think you have any say in this?" the vampire asked, eyes glowing slightly and fangs already descended.
"This," Dean replied and revealed the small knife he'd had palmed since he'd stripped a few minutes before.
You couldn't kill a vampire with a knife unless you could cut their heart right out of their chest, but they still felt pain like anyone else. His companion laughed as Dean showed him the knife and Dean knew he had chosen correctly; this vampire was dangerous enough for him.
"It'll be interesting to see how long you can keep hold of that pretty blade," the vampire said and then climbed onto the bed.
Cool fingers brushed up the inside of Dean's thigh and urged his legs apart. It made him feel vulnerable and exposed to obey and his heart beat fast as he allowed himself to be manipulated. Adrenaline was already moving through his body and he had been hard even before he took his clothes off. The fact that his companion was still completely dressed added to the power dynamic in the room and Dean was loving every second.
"I'm going to taste you pretty boy," the vampire told him in a low whisper, "and then I'm going to fuck you until you're screaming."
Dean shuddered as his companion ran one sharp nail over the head and down the underside of his cock. Just a fraction more pressure and he knew he would have been bleeding, but this vampire knew exactly what he was doing. Injuring the donor, at least accidentally, was not on the cards and Dean let himself enjoy the sensation.
The first bite was always the most explosive and he'd been told by other vamps that he was one of the most responsive donors they'd ever had to the bite. Something about the surrender of it, mixed with the pain always sent messages straight to his cock as if it was the best masturbation technique in the world. His companion was smiling a wicked smile as the vampire bent over him and ran his tongue over one of Dean's nipples and he made an appreciative noise in the back of his throat.
The fingers dancing round his balls drew more sounds from him and the only thing that kept the knife in his hand was the self-preservation instinct that had been drilled into him since he could remember. A few more touches and Dean felt as if every nerve in his body was alive. The vampire laughed again, but this time a delighted sound.
"I can feel your energy," his companion said, eyes glowing fully now, "are you really human."
"All American," Dean managed to say, although the words almost failed him.
Another reason vampires liked willing donors rather than confounded victims was that many of them could feed off sexual energy as well. It did not sustain them like blood, but over the years Dean had figured out that it was like the difference between having cheap wine and champagne.
The vampire was excited now, Dean could tell from the way any semblance of humanity had been dropped and he surrendered as his companion twisted his right leg slightly and licked his inner thigh. Sex later might be fast and heated or slow and languid, but it was always the first bite that was the best. The moment fangs slid into his flesh Dean came and the vampire hummed in appreciation. As he felt his life blood being sucked out, Dean's heart beat at what felt like a thousand times a minute and he revelled in the sensations that ran through him. This was living.