Of Monsters and Uniforms

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters/items/locations. It all belongs to the gods at Media Vision. I am making no money off of this.

Author: ZombieDuke

Author notes: 14 pages! w00t!!! I are so happy XD I wrote it all at 12:30 to 3 am then 1-4 pm! Without a beta! Go me x_X;
Author notes 2: Changed a number of words, mostly grammar crap.
Author notes 3: DAMN YOU ITALIC CODE!

Warnings: NC-17, Cross-dressing, swearing, M/M, blood and violence.

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!!SPOILERS!!

Don’t even THINK of reading this unless you have completed the Hresvelgr side quest in Mithysmere! Or haven’t been able to get the Black Pass!

!!END OF SPOILERS!!

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Of Monsters and Uniforms
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“What the hell is this!?”

The red-eyed women behind the desk raised an eyebrow as she looked at the garment laid on the counter before returning to gaze at the boy.

“Why, that’s a uniform.”

“It’s a GIRLS uniform!” Dean yelled, picking it up and shaking it at her, his face flushing red.

“You’re quite the smart lad, aren’t you?” She said, an amused glint entering her red eyes.

“I CAN’T WEAR A GIRLS UNIFORM!” Dean screamed. His face now totally red, eyes frantic as his arms waved around him like a drunken octopus.

Faster then he could see, the red-eyed girl grabbed him about his collar and dragged him in close enough so they were mere-inches from one another. He swallowed nervously.

“Listen, human,” she spat, “we don’t have any more ‘boys uniforms’ so unless you want to battle naked, then I suggest you shut up. And don’t come back.” She finished, eyes turning a darker shade of red then Dean had ever seen.

Dean slowly nodded and she let go of her death-like grip on his collar. She smoothed out her dress before completely ignoring him as another golem hunter nervously stepped around him. He grabbed the uniforms and, as if in a daze, walked up the stairs of the golem hunter guild and headed towards the front entrance of Laila Belle. As soon as he stepped outside of the city, he was swarmed by the group except for Greg who watched the happenings, silent, as usual.

“What colour did you get for my uniform?”

“Is the skirt long enough?”

“Is there enough space for Doom Bringer?”

“Are you alright Dean?”

Dean opened his mouth, then shut it, opened it again and looked at the group before smiling, if not a little weakly, at them. “Yeah, just got into a bit of a fight with the red-eyed receptionists is all.” He admitted, rubbing his nose.

Chuck smiled and gently punched Dean in the shoulder. “Don’t worry about that old bat! She always has it in for the young ones!”

The group shared a chuckle and Greg lifted one ripped end of his hat and eyed Dean. He squared his shoulders back and looked at the path to Mithysmere. “We should probably get a move on before it gets any later.”

Dean nodded and started along the path, the group following beside and behind him.

Rebecca sided up against Dean, a light blush on her cheeks as she looked at him. “Gosh Dean, I wonder what kind of uniform you got.”

Dean blushed, his ears turning an interesting shade of pink. “Um, yeah, about that…”

Carol looked up at the pair and smiled brightly. “Yeah! Pastel said she was really hoping that you and Rebecca and Greg would fight together!”

“Why me?” Greg asked, looking down at the girl beside him.

“Well-”

“We’re here!” Chuck announced as he bounded up the path to the small town.

“C’mon Carol! Let’s not waste any time!” Rebecca yelled as she followed Chuck, Avril right behind her.

“Oooh! Don’t forget me!” Carol yelled as she ran after the others.

There was silence as Dean and Greg stood before the entrance of the town. Greg glanced over at Dean and found him staring at a small rock on the ground, his ears almost glowing.

“Dean? You alright?” Greg asked, his eyes racking over the slime frame.

“…Can you have Chuck take my place?” Dean asked, his face turning the same colour as his ears.

Greg pushed his hat up and frowned, taking in the fidgety youth. It wasn’t like Dean to ask for another member of the team to take his place.

“Pastel was looking forward to you fighting that monster,” Greg said, resting his other hand on his hip.

“I know!” Dean said, turning to face Greg, the red flush now crawling down his neck. “It’s just that, the uniforms! I mean-”

His eyes widened as Greg grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him hard, lips demanding entrance against his lips and Dean gasped as Greg stole into his mouth, teasing and toying with his tongue. Dean moaned and kissed back for all he was worth, feeling himself slowly melting in the man’s arms. Greg pulled back and kissed those now bruised lips before meeting blue eyes filled with a different kind of flame.

“I know you’re gonna look so fucking hot in that uniform,” Greg purred, kissing away the whimper that crawled from Dean’s throat and pulling away, his yellow eyes suddenly burning. “I can’t wait to see you fight in it.” he said before entering the small town.

Dean swallowed, and swallowed again. He hung his head as he walked slowly up the path. He could already see where this was gonna lead him.

He was so doomed.

~~

When he finally made it into the little town, he waved at the badge maker and continued towards the small group of children that surrounded the house that Pastel lived in. He stopped short as Greg came out first and felt himself his mouth go dry. Sure he knew what the uniform was, but to see it on Greg… to see the man wearing the cut-off baseball cap, the open shirt, the way those bandages around his waist seemed to hug the muscles there…

“He sure is hot, ain’t he?” A small girl beside him said as she stared at Greg dreamily.

Dean nodded, then shook his head, and looked down as Greg approached him in his white uniform.

“You need to get changed too, Dean.” Greg said, nodding towards Pastel’s house.

A moment later Rebecca hopped out of the house wearing a sky blue blazer, quickly followed by Carol wearing a green uniform, Avril wearing a business woman’s black suite and Chuck wearing a black uniform that really brought out the colour of his hair.

As soon as he saw them, Dean felt his heart plummet and looked at the group before an idea sprang to mind. “Hey Rebecca, can I talk to you for a moment?” He asked as he walked past Greg and towards a small hut, away from the crowd of children.

Rebecca nodded and followed him, a slight blush on her cheeks. ‘I wonder if he’ll comment on my uniform…’ she thought in a slight daze.

“Yeah, what is it?” She asked, tugging on her short skirt.

“I need to you stay here.”

Rebecca blinked. “What?”

“I need you to stay here just in case that monster gets past us.” Dean said, internally praying that Rebecca would do as he asked, just for once. For added emphasis, he rested both of his hands on her shoulders. “Please? For me?”

Rebecca blushed bright red and looked away, nodding weakly. “Y-Yeah. I-I’ll keep an eye on the kid’s in case you guys can’t take out that monster…”

Dean grinned and hugged her tightly. “’Becca, you are the greatest friend a guy could ever have!”

Rebecca sighed and felt her heart sink at those comments. She really needed to have a talk with him once everything was over…

Dean pulled away and, hand in hand with Rebecca, walked towards the team. “Okay, Chuck? Can you take Rebecca’s place?”

Chuck looked up from talking to one of the kids and nodded slowly. “Sure. Is there a problem?”

Dean shook his head, already feeling some of the stress leave him. Just what to do about his uniform now… “No, no problem. I just want to leave a team here in case that thing gets past us.” He said.

Avril nodded knowingly. “That is a good idea Dean. I’ll stay here with Rebecca and—”

“Can I stay as well?” Carol asked, flinching at the sudden looks she got. It wasn’t the fact that she didn’t want to fight; it was just that that part of Mithysmere really unnerved her. All those creepy areas and monsters…

“Sure,” Dean said and felt another weight fall off his shoulders. If only he had gotten the right uniform…

“You should get changed, Dean.” Chuck said, nodding towards the Pastel’s house.

Dean swallowed as a sudden image of walking out of that house wearing a school uniform that had a skirt that was far too short, the shirt far too tight, and thigh-high stockings. He shook his head to clear the image.

“Uh, I’ll, uh, wait until we get close to area where the monster is before I change… just in case my uniform gets shredded.” He said and ignored the look Greg gave him.

“Alright,” Avril said and looked at the group. “Be careful, understand?”

The males of the group nodded and started walking towards the entrance of the monster ridden area of the old town.

As they walked, they soon approached the area where the Hresvelgr was supposed to be, Dean halted and looked around nervously. “Why, uh, why don’t you guys go on ahead and I’ll meet you in a few moments?” He asked as he pulled out the bag that held the uniform.

Greg and Chuck shared a knowing look.

“Sure,” Chuck said and walked a little further, going around a small bend in the rock to wait.

Greg frowned and tilted his hat up, eyeing Dean. “Are you sure you’re alright?” He asked, noting Dean’s fugitive motions.

“Y-yeah, I’ll be there in a few moments.” Dean said, refusing to meet Greg’s eyes.

Greg nodded and followed Chuck, going to stand beside the blonde-haired youth.

They both waited in silence as the listened to Dean change and turned to look as they heard Dean walk around the rock bend.

Chuck froze, his eyes going wide and mouth falling open as he stared at the other youth. While Chuck was busy imitating a dead chicken, Greg stared at Dean pretty much the same manner, except when the shock left, he felt arousal slam through his body and pulled his hat down, covering his face while a smirk slowly crawled across his lips. ‘So that was what Dean was so upset about…’ Greg thought as images of ripping off that top and pushing that skirt up, then fucking the youth instantly came to mind. ‘Wait… are those stockings…?’ he thought, eyeing the white lace covering Dean’s legs.

“D-Don’t laugh!” Dean said, turning a brighter shade of red. “This was the only uniform they had left! I didn’t choose it!”

Chuck blinked, finally and it dawned on him. “So-so that’s why you didn’t want Rebecca to fight with us.”

“Y-yeah, pretty much.” Dean said and looked away then blinked as he stared right into the eyes of the Hresvelgr monsters. Even they looked a bit shell shocked at his dress. Except for the one that started to walk towards him, purring as it approached him.

“Get down!” Greg yelled as he fired his ARM and thus the battle began.

~~

Avril and Carol were busy watching Rebecca do her shooting routine when they heard the first gun shot echo in the air quickly followed by many more.

Avril looked towards the opening and frowned. “I hope they’re alright.” She whispered before turning back to Rebecca’s performance and noticed that none of the children were even paying attention to the battle deep within the old-city. ‘Dean, you really are smart…'

~~

“Let me go!” Dean yelled as the monster latched onto his leg. He snarled and slammed the butt of his gun into the monsters skull, shuddering as he heard and felt it gave away, the monster falling flat to his feet. ‘Great, monster blood all over me…’ he thought and stepped away, turning to the last monster just as Greg and Chuck managed to slice through it with their joint attack.

Chuck stumbled back, panting as he used Doom Bringer to keep him steady. Greg was busily panting as well, but for a different reason. He turned to look at Dean and growled low in this throat. Dean was staring at where the monster had once been, his skirt now shredded beyond belief and his stockings tainted with oozing green blood. His once white shirt was ripped across his chest and belly, revealing a tender pink nipple on top of a pale heaving chest. Greg walked past Chuck’s surprised face and grabbed Dean’s arm.

“What are you—?”

“On your knee’s here, or in someplace more private,” Greg hissed, as he started dragging the blue haired youth with him.

Dean’s eyes widened and he shut up, allowing Greg to drag him, barely sparing a glance at the confused Chuck.

Chuck watched them leave and blinked slowly. ‘What the hell was that?’ he thought scratching the back of his head and froze as he heard the howl of a monster not that far away. “Guys? GUYS! Wait for me!” He yelled and ran to catch up with the pair.

~~

When they got back to the small town, Greg quickly dragged Dean inside of the old saloon. Not even sparing a glance at the small crowd that surrounded Avril as she created a perfect ice crystal before their young gazes.

Carol, on the other hand, glanced over and blinked as she watched Greg drag Dean inside the old building. ‘Was Dean just wearing a girl’s uniform?’ she thought, puzzled as she turned back to Avril’s performance. Not even noticing that Chuck had snuck into the saloon right after Greg and Dean.

Chuck ducked behind one of the corners of the hallway as he listened to Greg either kick down the doors or slam them open. He swallowed, feeling sweat trickle down the side of his face as he heard the pair talking before one of the doors was slammed shut. He waited for a few moments before stealthily sneaking up to the door and falling to his knees, peeking through the tiny keyhole. What he saw made him freeze.

~~

“Wearing that fucking uniform,” Greg hissed, harshly kissing the youth, nipping the youth’s bottom lip. “Even the monsters wanted to fuck you!”

Dean moaned, wrapping his arms around Greg’s neck, pressing against the taller man as he felt gloved hands manhandle him, sliding underneath his skirt to grab and squeeze his ass. He tried to pull his mouth away, tried to breath and gasped as Greg pressed against him hard, felt that firm erection digging into his belly and couldn’t help but whimper at the sensation.

“You like that?” Greg growled, and pulled his mouth away. He moved his hands from Dean’s ass to his shoulders, and gently but firmly pushed down.

Dean looked up, flushed, but nodded weakly as he allowed himself to fall to his knees, feeling himself shake as he glanced up at the older man. He wasn’t very good at what Greg wanted, but he said he liked it, regardless of his inexperience.

With shaking fingers, Dean unbuttoned and unzipped Greg’s pants. He gave a shaky, nervous laugh as he looked up, eyes suddenly desperate and scared. What he got was a kind smile and hands gently sliding through his hair. Swallowing, Dean looked back down and pulled out Greg’s cock, his mouth suddenly salivating at the unique musky smell that belonged to Greg and Greg alone. He leaned forward and tentatively licked the mushroom shaped crown, moaning as he felt his own erection start to throb. He gently lapped at it before sliding more of it into his mouth, one hand going down to stroke his own cock while his other hand grasped a little tighter Greg’s, slowly fisting the parts of it he couldn’t fit in his mouth.

Greg panted, watching his blue-haired boy swallow his cock and fist his own. His hands left Dean’s hair for a moment, making the youth look up at him worriedly, before pulling off his gloves and returning them to run through the incredibly soft blue hair.

“Fuck,” He hissed, eyes narrowing. He could already feel himself coming close to climax, could feel his blood turning to molten lava. He grabbed Dean’s head and started to slowly rock his hips, pumping into those stretched cherry pink lips.

~~

Chuck moaned softly at the sight before slamming a hand over his mouth. He waited with baited breath, his pulse suddenly pounding like mad. When he realised that he was safe, he couldn’t help but press his face a little closer to the door, swallowing as he heard Dean’s whimpers and Greg’s moans.

~~

“That’s my boy,” Greg hissed, eyes closing as Dean whimpered. He knew he was close, ever so close and that was why he suddenly pulled out of the youth’s mouth, biting his inner cheek hard until he tasted blood. He looked down at the kneeling youth and helped him stand, grinning as he watched Dean stroke his own prick until he grabbed the smaller hand and kissed the boy slowly. He led Dean's hand instead to his shirt and vest, to help him finish undressing while he was busy pulling off the boy's ripped shirt and ripping off those ruined stockings.

Dean murmured softly as he pushed Greg’s shirt open, he leaned forward and kissed that darkly tanned chest, nuzzling against it until Greg pulled off his own tattered shirt until only he stood wearing just the skirt.

Dean blushed and looked away, still nervous about, well, everything and sighed softly as Greg leaned down and kissed his lips before moving down to kiss his neck. He allowed the man to gently push him backwards until his knees hit the edge of the bed and yelped as he fell on his back. He scrambled further up the bed until Greg grabbed hold of his hips and kissed him again, this time fucking his mouth with his tongue.

Dean gave a weak moan as Greg pulled away then gasped as the golem crusher kissed down his chest, nursing on one of his small pink coloured nipples, before rolling it between his teeth and lashing at it with his tongue. Dean squirmed, whining as the sensation started to hurt and pushed on the man’s shoulder, only resulting in Greg pulling on the tender morsel as he was pushed.

Greg looked up at the youth and smiled wickedly. Letting go of the nipple, he slid down further and pushed up the skirt, pulled off what remaind of his underwear before leaning down to give Dean’s hard cock a long, sweet, lick. He purred as he heard the shout Dean gave and spread the boy’s legs further apart, giving himself plenty of room to suck the youth as he pleased.

~~

Rebecca looked at the entrance to the old town worriedly. It had been some time since the boys had left and things had quieted down. She was starting to get slightly paranoid. “Where are they?” She whispered.

“Greg and Dean are back,” Carol said as she appeared right beside Rebecca, humming gently. “They got back while Avril was making snow crystals.”

Rebecca looked down at the younger girl. “Are you sure?”

Carol nodded and pointed to the saloon. “They went in there, I think Chuck might have too, but I’m not sure.”

“Then let’s go check!” Rebecca said and headed for the saloon, a feeling of dread in her chest. ‘What could have happened that made them go in there?’

~~

“Ahh, ahh,” Dean panted, his hands shaking in Greg’s hair as the man licked and suckled his cock. He shook, his hips trying desperately to buck into Greg’s hot mouth, but Greg was having none of that. He had both hands holding on Dean’s hips tight enough to leave bruises tomorrow, even with a Mega Berry, and he kept the blue haired teen still. He opened up his eyes and glanced up at the shaking youth and at seeing the flushed face… He stopped, stopped the sucking, and waited until he had Dean’s attention. He waited until those unfocused eyes met eyes before taking him whole and swallowing around Dean’s cock.

Dean shrieked, well, at least part of a shriek got out before he slammed his hands over his mouth, his eyes rolling back as he felt his climax start to climb through his body, could feel his balls tightening, was arching his back, was—

He almost screamed, did scream as Greg suddenly pulled off of him and hold his hips in place, those golden eyes far to smug as he squirmed and trashed under those powerful hands. “Nononononono!” Dean gasped, looking down and watching as small and steady stream of pre-cum dribbled from the slit of his angrily swollen cock. He groaned at the sight and tried to rock his hips but whimpered as Greg held him firmly.

Dean looked up, his hair mused, and mouth open and swollen as Greg leaned down to leisurely lap at his lips. Dean moaned and tried to buck up to the body above him and only whimpered as Greg held him tighter.

Greg pulled away from the kiss and tilted his head to the side, breathing hard against the sweet shell-shaped ear. “You wanna get fucked?”

Dean froze and locked his gaze with Greg’s, locked gazes with those wild yellow eyes and nodded weakly. He begun trying to turn over underneath the bigger man and reached down to claw at those still gloved hands so he could turn over.

Greg chuckled, and kissed Dean’s sweaty forehead, amused at the youth’s antics.

“Nah, not that way Dean.”

Dean blinked slowly, his mind and body still screaming for orgasm.

“But before that…” Greg said as he slithered down, giving a bruised nipple a quick kiss and a flicker onto Dean’s flat belly before turning the youth onto his stomach.

Dean moaned at the instant contact with the bed and, in a small part in of his mind, couldn’t help but wonder what Greg was doing. They weren’t going to do it this—

He froze, mouth opening and couldn’t hold back the squeal as he felt Greg licking him there. “G-Greg!” He gasped and shut his eyes, trying to crawl away even as his hips bucked backwards onto the wicked muscle that was forcing its way into his tight ass.

He let out a chocked moan as his legs spread under Greg’s careful ministrations. He felt it, he felt that heat in his balls, felt that rising tide in his belly and pressed his face against Greg’s shirt/pillow, inhaling the mans unique smell as he felt a spit covered finger slowly slide into him followed by another.

He gave a low whimper as Greg pulled away, and roughly turned him back onto his back. He felt himself shudder with the first taste of climax as Greg looked down at him.

“Don’t come. Not yet.” Greg growled as he lifted Dean’s legs onto his shoulder and looked down at the shaking youth. Dean didn’t realize how he looked, did he? Body covered with sweat, panting for all he was worth, blue eyes feverish, and swollen lips, cock sucking lips. The thought made him groan and he spat onto his hand, coating himself with his own saliva. After what was about to happen, he knew the boy would need to rest tomorrow.

Greg slowly pushed into the boy and grunted as Dean clamped down hard around the head of his cock. He gritted his teeth and slowly pushed forward. Dean was still far too new to being fucked to go quickly, but by god he wanted to pound the boy into the ground!

~~

“So they came in here?” Rebecca asked as she walked into the old saloon, Carol right beside her.

“I’m pretty sure. I saw Greg dragging what looked like Dean up those stairs.” Carol said as she pointed at the stairs in question.

Rebecca frowned and looked down at Carol. “What do you mean ‘looked like Dean’? She asked, quickly becoming confused.

“Well,” Carol said, “It looked like Dean, except he was wearing a—”

“AHH!”

Both Carol and Rebecca looked at each other before rushing to the stairs.

~~

Sweat covered both their bodies as Greg continued to thrust into Dean’s tight body, he grunted as Dean continuously clenched around his prick and one quick glance at the blue-haired youth confirmed the boy was too far gone to even know what he was doing.

Greg could feel his heart pounding in his head, chest and cock. He panted against Dean’s shoulder as his own body shook. “Are you alright?”

Dean nodded his head and arched his back as far as he could, feeling the orgasm rip through his system as he gasped for air, his hands frantically pumping his own cock, his mind spinning even as Greg continued to pound into him at full force.

“Shit!” Greg hissed and squeezed his eyes shut, biting the shoulder beneath him and earning another loud wail as he felt his balls tighten before he pumped Dean full of his cum.

Dean whimpered and laid flat on the bed, shaking as felt Greg’s cum mark his insides, felt the burning seed claim him and pressed his head against Greg’s, making a mental note to cover his newest, and latest, bite marks.

~~

Chuck pulled his head away from the keyhole, his hands shaking, his entire body shaking as he panted, his eyes wide at what he had witnessed. He knew something had been going on, but this! He hadn’t expected this!

He heard pounding on the stairs and quickly looked around before grabbing Doom Bringer and standing, albeit a little stiffly, and ran to meet whomever was about to interrupt the lover’s paradise.

~~

Rebecca and Carol nearly ran into Chuck as they met up in the main hallway.

“Chuck! What are you doing here?” Rebecca asked, trying to see past Chucks figure and frowned at him. “Are you alright?” She asked, noticing his shaking figure.

“Y-yeah! Was just looking through some old rooms and tripped is all!” He laughed, holding Doom Bringer closer to himself. Rephrase: Close to his mid-section so neither girl would notice his tenting pants.

“Oh, I hope you’re alright…” Rebecca said, frowning.

“Yup! Just fine!” Chuck said, trying to herd the girls away from the hallway.

“Have you seen Dean?” Carol asked, feeling a tad bit suspicious. Something was going on around here…

Chuck froze and looked at both girls with wide eyes. Had he seen Dean? Oh yeah, he’d seen Dean! He’d seen Dean suck Greg’s cock then be serviced and fucked while wearing a damn school girl uniform!

He opened his mouth to say something, to say anything when Greg popped up behind them, naked from the waist up, hair damp and a toothbrush in hand.

“Somethin’ goin’ on here?” Greg asked while eyeing the small group before turning his gaze on Chuck’s suddenly shaking figure.

“We were looking for Dean, is he here Greg?” Rebecca asked, rubbing her forehead tiredly. The trouble that boy got into…

Greg nodded slowly. “Yeah, he’s in one of the back rooms getting changed.”

Carol frowned. “But I thought I saw Dean wearing a girl’s uniform.”

Chuck chocked and ran past the girls, heading straight down another hallway before running into a bedroom and slamming the door shut.

The girls started in awe at Chuck’s fast speed and Greg made a mental reminder to talk to the boy at a later date, but for now…

“Dean got his pants shredded by one of the Hresvelgr creatures. So I grabbed him after battle and dragged him into one of the rooms so that he wouldn’t scare any of the kids.” Greg said with a shrug. “Maybe that’s what ya saw?” he asked.

Carol paused and then nodded. “That does make a lot of sense.”

Rebecca blinked and looked away from Greg’s chest, her cheeks blazing red. “So why are you half-way naked and wet?”

Cool as ice: “I got covered in monster blood. What’cha want me to do? It’d scare the kids more so then the monsters or Dean’s shredded pants.”

Rebecca nodded. Okay, that made a lot of sense but… “I’m gonna go see Dean!” She said and bolted past Greg before he could stop her.

~~

“Dean! Are you okay?” She asked as she slammed open the door and wrinkled her nose in disgust at the stench of the room. What the hell happened in here anyhow? “Dean?” The room was so dark, she could barely see.

“’Becca?” Dean asked as he slowly turned over on the bed, clenching his teeth to not moan as he felt his body already protest from the unwanted movement.

Rebecca stopped and suddenly rushed to Dean’s side, sitting beside him on the bed. “Dean! Are you alright? Greg said you got your pants ripped apart by one of the monsters!”

Dean nodded slowly and his eyes drooped closed. “Yeah, jus’ tired is all…” he whispered and felt himself slowly drift to sleep.

Rebecca felt her heart clinch. He looked so sweet there, sleeping like that…

“Rebecca?”

She turned to look at the door and blinked as she saw Greg standing there. “What are you doing here?” She asked before finally taking in the clothes strewn all over the room. It was their clothes…

“This room has the only working bath so we agreed to share it.” Greg said as he walked into the bathroom and nodded to her before closing the door. “You should let him get some sleep; the monster took a lot out of him.”

Rebecca nodded, her eyes going wide with realization. “Yeah,” She turned to Dean and smiled at him again before tucking the covers over him and held back the gasp at the bite marks on his shoulder. ‘It must have been a really vicious monster,’ she thought as she quietly left the room and shut the door behind her. “Poor Dean,” she whispered as she walked down the hallway.

~~

Greg sighed as he slipped back inside the hot bath, his muscles aching but in a good way. He turned and watched the door slowly open, chuckling as Dean stumbled into the small room. He offered his hand to the youth and helped him climb into the tub with him, making sure Dean’s back was to him. He wrapped his arms around the boy’s waist and smiled into the silky soft blue hair.

“You… are an evil man.” Dean mumbled as he tilted his head back to rest it on Greg’s shoulder, neck bare and offered.

Greg chuckled and kissed the offered neck, running his hands along Dean’s chest, gently rubbing the boy’s sensitive nipples. “Well, they asked.”

Dean softly moaned and closed his eyes, reaching up to weakly pull at the hands. “N’more… tired…”

Greg chuckled and stopped, instead moving his hands down to gently rub Dean’s tummy, smiling at the soft mewl he got in response.

“Whatever you want. It’s yours.”

~~
End.
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