"What are their rules, Dean?" He moved to finally sit across the table from the other, glaring down. God, this was so messed up. His cheeks felt warm and he knew he had to be flushing at the explanation and he ducked his head. "Oh, great. Perfect."

People would just assume he let his own brother fuck him and feed on him. Well, they'd be right about the feeding- on occasion, anyway. "So, what... because you're with me, that guy has to be a big enough dick to try and bite me just for that unless you... you claim me?" He rubbed a hand over his face.

They didn't need to deal with that on top of everything else. "Anyway, what's that thing you have to do tomorrow?"