#ANON HAS BESTOWED THE BEAUTIFUL GIFT OF PAINSLUT!SAM UPON ME AND I AM LIVING

[wincestismyguiltypleasure]

Sam always found them no matter what town they were in: that one teacher who ached to really teach these brats a lesson, the jock who'd put up with their dad's strap most of their life and wanted a chance to dish it out, the girls who were kinky or liked the power rush of being able to spank a boy instead of the other way around. He always found people willing to pay him for the favor of beating his ass. It helped. Kept him from seeking out the one person he really wanted it from: his brother.

It was easy at first.

Angry deep red scratches running down the curve of his back simply covered by a thick flannel shirt. Vibrant purple and blue bruises hidden safely beneath his baggy, tattered jeans. Sam always tried to be cautious. Making sure the result of the violence that he craved so desperately was easily kept away from prying eyes. But deep down inside, Sam knew he couldn't be careful forever. The flame of desire that always burned white-hot in the pit of his stomach was too unpredictable to be surrounded by so many combustible elements.

And that's precisely why Sam wasn't the least bit surprised when it all eventually blew up in his face.

"Who hurt you?" There was a tremor in Dean's voice when he finally spoke. Brought about by pure, uncontrollable rage. The low, terrifying sound crashing into Sam like a tidal wave, threatening to suffocate him under it's bone crushing weight.

"I'm fine, Dean. Seriously."

Sam tried his best to sound convincing but it was no use, he knew his brother could see right through him.

"Tell me his name, Sam," the older boy demanded, calloused fingers tilting Sam's chin up gently so he could get a better look at his little brother's swollen right eye. "Just tell me his name and I'll make sure he never lays a hand on you again. I swear-"

"Dean!" Sam shouted, cutting his brother off before he could finish his threat. "I asked him to do it."

The words fly out of Sam's mouth quick as lightning, the truth behind them twice as deadly. And it makes Dean flinch. Like the reality of what his brother had just said hit him square in the chest like a sucker punch.

"You what?"

Sam can hear his heartbeat pounding in his ears, blush slowly creeping up his neck as he shifted awkwardly from foot to foot. Bright red and unmistakable, like a neon sign that pointed straight to his obvious embarrassment.

"I asked him to hit me...I-uh like it rough sometimes," Sam confesses, finally working up the nerve to look his brother in the eyes.

"Oh."

Dean's arm drops to his side almost instantly, and for a brief horrifying moment Sam thinks his brother is going to walk right of the door and never look back.

"Dean, I'm sorry, alright? I know I'm a freak."

The younger boy closes his eyes and bows his head, bracing himself for the impact of Dean's next words. But the devastating blow never comes.

"How come you never told me, Sammy?"

Sam's bright eyes snap open when he feels the rough pad of his brother's thumb brush lightly over the dark purple bruise on his cheek. Applying just enough pressure that it makes Sam let out a sharp hiss, pain and pleasure swirling together and twisting down his spine like barbed wire and lace.

"I was afraid you'd say no." I was afraid I'd lose you.

"After all this time, baby boy, after everything we've been through, you still really think I'm capable of saying no to this pretty face?"

"Dean."

"Ask me."

Sam's knees feel like they're going to buckle when Dean gingerly cups the side of his face with a strong hand. The younger boy unable to he stop himself from nuzzling against his brother's palm like a touch starve kitten; practically purring as a result of all this new found attention.

"Hit me," he whispers breathlessly, the intensity of his need sending a sharp, molten hot streak of pain across his lower abdomen. God, he's never wanted something this bad in his entire life.

"Ask me nicely, sweetheart."

"Please, Dean. Hit me."

Sam almost loses it when his brother's palm connects with his already sore cheek. The loud, toe curling crack of skin against skin still echoing in his ears as he rocks back on his heels, a little dazed.

"Fuck."

Dean's lips are on his in a heartbeat, fingers tangled haphazardly in Sam's sweaty hair. Giving it a rough tug that makes his little brother moan into his mouth.

"Dean."

The delicious shot of pain sets Sam's nerve endings on fire, and there isn't the slightest hint of shame in his voice when he begs Dean to do it again.

"C'mon baby, tell me what you want."

Sam whimpers softly when Dean presses a gentle kiss to his tear stained cheek. Nails embedded deep in the older boy's chest as he claws to pull Dean closer. Desperate to be consumed by that achingly beautiful sensation he couldn't seem to get his fill of.

"I want you to hurt me, big brother. Please. Make me cry."

And Dean does. Over and over again until Sam's lip is busted and he comes so hard on his big brother's cock that he almost passes out.

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