warnings: non-con/dub-con, wink!kink.
AN: a prompt fill for the following from the LJ spnkinkmeme:
AU where Dean is exploring some uncharted island/forest/jungle/whatever. The natives see him and think that they've finally found the perfect mate for their god Castiel - the winged man with inhuman strength who lives hidden away somewhere in the trees - and just in time for their monthly offering. They take Dean away to their village despite the fight he puts up.
Castiel is pleased, and carries Dean off to claim him properly. He tries to be as gentle as possible, considering that his pretty mate keeps trying to squirm away and generally refuses to hold still or relax. Once Castiel has fully satisfied himself, he falls asleep with his arms and wings wrapped contentedly around his new mate.
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His humans were showing unusual enthusiasm in their chanting.
Their sweet voices and the rhythm of their music rang across the island and vibrated across his grace, calling to him even as they praised him. But Castiel, enjoying the strength their devotion lent him, did not hurry to the temple. Instead he flew leisurely as their prayers and hymns buoyed him along, tending to the needs of his flock from high above.
In the terraced fields on the east, he swooped and pressed some of his power into the crops, ridding them of the blight threatening to take root. In the thick jungle south of the fields he dissuaded a jaguar from making a meal of the small human child playing and pointed it instead towards a plump peccary snuffling in the undergrowth nearby.
From high above the crescent of the southern shore, he spotted two of his humans - a newly mated couple whose union he had blessed at the previous full moon - lying entwined, naked and sated, pressing kisses to one another's skin as they sunned themselves on the white sand. They should have been with the rest of his people at the temple, but Castiel found their youth and beauty pleasing and he was a kind god, not a jealous one, so instead of cursing them he offered a blessing. It took only the slightest twist of his grace to ensure the female had conceived. Neither of them noticed off course, humans were remarkably oblivious, but Castiel knew both would offer their thanks in the form of extra prayer and song when they did eventually realize.
Content that nothing pressing required his attention, Castiel swooped up to the north and headed for the temple set at the foot of his mountain. His humans were still chanting excitedly, and Castiel grew curious. The last time they had called to him so animatedly - several generations of their kind earlier - they had prepared a gift for him. They had traded with the humans under Gabriel's care on the island across the reef for the bright gold they favored above the silver they chipped from their own cliffs. At that time there had been a talented artist amidst their number and she had laboriously cast the gleaming metal into a tall statue of Castiel. It still stood at the center of his temple, outstretched wings inlaid with jet and eyes of sapphire, polished to a high gleam by the priests that tended the altars.
It was therefore with some excitement and curiosity that Castiel slipped into human perception and let his people observe his arrival. He flared his wings proudly, the sable curve of them stretching against the blazing reds and yellows of sunset, and gracefully landed before them. The white sand of the courtyard had been carefully smoothed and sweet wood burned in the braziers set into the carved stone of the temple walls. As one his people went down on their knees, exalting his name in devotion, as was Castiel's right.
His flicked his eyes over them briefly, pleased at seeing them so brightly dressed and healthy. His tribe was a happy and beautiful one and a source of pride for Castiel. In comparison Gabriel's were prone to gluttony and laziness, Lucifer's to violence, Raphael's to feuds and vendettas and Michael's humans, whilst a prosperous people, always seemed wane and exhausted from how he hard he worked them. Castiel's humans often prayed to him giving thanks that they were blessed to be born under his care than any other gods. His father had named pride a sin, but Castiel felt no shame in enjoying watching his humans flourish.
He waited as the current head priest, a woman richly dressed in the red robe and golden headdress that she and her predecessors had been wearing more or less unchanged for several centuries, called out a blessing in his name and directed his attention to the altar of offering at the rear of the temple.
The altar itself was bare save decorative flowers, but the carved stone sacrifice pillar had been oiled with sacred holy oil and prepared with woven strands of fresh flowers. There was excited murmuring from the humans. Castiel waited curiously. Unlike his brother Lucifer, he did not accept sacrifice beyond that of gifts of meat to feed his priests. He wondered idly if his humans had captured an exotic beast to make offering of. A rare black jaguar perhaps, or one of the strange creatures from the mainland they sometimes traded for.
The priest banged her staff and the crowd parted with a hush as the sacrifice was lead forward.
Castiel stared in disbelief.
It was a human. A human in golden chains.
His people were offering him one of their own?!
For a moment Castiel was livid - they were already his. All of them. They were born his and they died his. They had been his since the war in heaven when he and his brothers were cast out by their father. He had taken the island and its people under his care and in return for their devotion, he had protected them for millennia from countless dangers. Typhoon, plague, raiders, drought and earthquake. Without Castiel's protection the people of the island would have been wiped out a dozen times over.
Besides, he had never asked for or accepted such a sacrifice. They were disobeying and insulting him to presume.
He glared indignantly, wings snapping out behind him in his anger. Perhaps there had been more trade with Lucifer's humans of late and his people had been infected with his brother's bloodlust. There was no other explanation for their behavior.
Finally, Castiel actually looked at the human being chained to the pillar. It was a young male, just on the cusp of manhood, tall and strong, his golden skin anointed with holy oil.
Castiel forgot his anger as he frowned in confusion. It was not one of his humans. Or one belonging to any of his brothers. The glowing light of the boy's soul did not bear the mark of any god.
A wild human. A godless barbarian.
Castiel had not seen one in centuries, not since he had the winds drive away the great wooden ships of the wild humans from across the sea, and this one was not at all as he recalled those violent desperate souls. His soul burned, bright and golden like he'd swallowed the sun. Castiel stared, enraptured. He had never seen its like. His fingers curled at his sides, unconsciously longing to sink into the boy's chest and feel the heat and pulse of that vibrant soul against his grace.
The priest stamped her staff again and the boy was dragged to the pillar. His head lolled, his movements lax and weak, but he struggled, tried in vain to fight his captors. Bruises marred his flesh and Castiel could see that he had been physically subdued before being drugged. The golden shackles clinked as his arms were fixed high above his head and another length of chain was wrapped around his waist.
"Oh great one!" the head priest called. "In glory of your name we offer you this one from beyond the sea!"
One of the lesser priests stepped forward on cue and tipped an urn of fresh seawater over the boy's head, signifying the purity of the offering as the crowd sang out Castiel's name excitedly.
The boy's head snapped up, chest heaving as he panted and twisted, the shock of cold water drawing him from his stupor, and Castiel was struck dumb.
He had a face lovelier than any human Castiel had seen over his eons of existence, lovelier than any of Castiel's brothers for that matter. That a mere mortal should have such beauty was in itself something of a blasphemy. Green eyes settled upon him, wide in shock and fear. It was an expression Castiel recognized, the look of a human faced with the divine for the first time. What wasn't familiar was the way the boy continued struggling, chains rattling against stone.
Castiel felt his wings flare in display, felt his grace swell to crackle across his skin, the thud of his heart as anticipation welled up giddy inside him in preparation to fight or - he looked again at the beautiful green-eyed thing twisting in his bonds before him – mate.
The head priest stepped forward and fell to her knees at Castiel's feet, head bowed beneath her golden headdress. "Oh great one, is he worthy?" she asked anxiously. "His light is too bright, I knew he must belong to the gods."
Castiel regarded the human woman intently. Occasionally the priests that served him possessed the ability to observe souls, but he had not realized the trait had manifested in this generation. He was suddenly glad it had. If not, his humans most likely would have dealt with this golden youth the way they did any interloper. They were not a violent people, but outsiders were not welcome.
There was a low snap and Castiel turned from the priest to regard the boy again. He was glaring towards them and even though he appeared not to have moved, Castiel could see that he had managed to bend one of the links in the golden chain looped through his shackles. A line of blood tracked from under the golden cuff on his right wrist and down the smooth skin of his out-stretched arm. Castiel followed the bead with greedy intent. Its progression was halted by a thick jeweled band wrapped around the man's bicep.
Belatedly, Castiel took in the manner his offering had been clothed, or rather unclothed. Heat filled his cheeks as he realized the boy had been prepared like a human for a mating ceremony. The jewelry of gold and polished stones was richer than the usual human fashion, and the oil he'd been anointed with was rich holy oil instead of the fragrant fruit oils the humans favored, but the markings inked across his pelvis and below his collarbones were mating ones, proclaiming him to be Castiel's.
The thought of taking the green-eyed human to his roost and mating with him should have been obscene – sin and abomination – but instead Castiel felt his wings twitch and a warm thrum start up in his blood as long forgotten instincts arose within him.
His wings snapped and shifted behind him in display as he crossed to stand before the golden boy. Those eyes were even more captivating up close, shades of soft green and hazel reflecting fear and awe, but also overwhelming defiance and anger. The human glared at Castiel like he was his equal, like Castiel and his humans would do well to fear him. The innocent arrogance of it was charming.
Castiel touched him, stroked along the lightly stubbled line of his jaw and took delight in the way his eyes flashed and he flinched away clenching his teeth. His bright soul rippled beneath his skin in agitation. When Castiel's fingers smoothed curiously over the human's full lips, the boy let out an angry little huffing noise, pulling at his chains as he leaned as far from the touch as he could. Castiel was struck with an intense desire to see what other noises he could wring from him.
"We accept your offering." he told the priest without breaking from the boy's gaze, speaking for the first time since landing. Around him his humans fell into reverent silence, not even breathing. "This one is ours."
Castiel summoned his blade and drew it across his palm before tucking it away beyond human perception again. He dipped two fingers into the puddle of red blood and white-blue grace that welled in his palm and anointed the green-eyed boy's head, marking him as his. The boy twisted and flinched, staring at the glow of Castiel's grace in wide-eyed terror. He choked and thrashed when Castiel pressed two bloody fingers against his mouth, clenching his jaw shut and thinning his lips, but the shock of a God's grace and life's blood, the power of it, was too much for a human to resist. He softened almost instantly, slumping in his chains and obediently licking at Castiel's fingers and swallowing it down.
With the hum of his blood and grace spreading through the boy's body, it was easy for Castiel to gather his strength and call his power back to him as he wrapped his bloody palm around the human's arm. His grace coursed between them, his blood the conduit, burning Castiel's claim into the boy's flesh and forging a thread of connection between human soul and immortal grace.
The boy moaned brokenly at the sensation, shivering, a fine sheen of sweat mixing with the oil on his skin, and Castiel felt a dark curl of possessive arousal low in his belly. Even before his father had cast him and his brothers from heaven, when he'd had his pick of lesser gods and goddesses to mate with, he'd never desired anyone in this manner.
He knew nothing of the boy strung up before him, nothing save he was lovely and his soul radiant, and yet had every intention of claiming him as his own. Of keeping him.
The boy said something in his barbaric human tongue and the low drawl of his voice was perfection. Unable to resist, Castiel sent a tendril of his grace out along the new connection between them and watched as the boy's back arched and he flailed, reaching for Castiel with the hand he'd freed, forgetting his to maintain the pretense of the broken chain. Castiel let the boy grip at his shoulder and then pushed from within with that tendril of grace, letting heat fill his human's veins.
His eyes widened impossibly and a glorious noise of shocked rapture escaped that lush mouth. A delicious smell moistened the air between them and Castiel glanced down to see the splashes of white against the tanned skin of the human's stomach. His green-eyed boy was shaking and gasping. He appeared entirely overwhelmed, his shock, confusion, fear and warm arousal seeping through the connection Castiel had just forged.
Around them the humans were chanting and cheering, ecstatic to have provided their god with a pleasing mate.
Turning back towards them, Castiel spread his wings wide and made a gesture of blessing with one hand, sending a tiny wave of his grace over the assembled crowd to demonstrate his pleasure and received thunderous cheers in response.
Wrapping an arm around his new mate, Castiel used his grace to remove the chains and shackles. Without their support the boy slumped bonelessly into him, and Castiel found the warmth of his body pressed against his oddly satisfying. His feathers twitched in anticipation and he spread his wings, ensuring his grip on his human was secure, and then leaped into the air amidst cheers and yelling from the crowd below.
He let them track his progress for a few moments, then slipped from their perception as he flew towards his roost with his prize. His human looked down once, let out a sharp disbelieving whine of fear, and then passed out. Castiel shifted his grip, pulling his new mate into the cradle of his arms fondly. Awakening him would be simple, but it was probably for the best that the poor thing rested a moment. When they reached his nest, Castiel would mate with him. Repeatedly. Until the claim he'd staked was sated and fulfilled and the beautiful green-eyed boy his for eternity.
Already his skin was flush with Castiel's god's blood and grace, changing him. By morning he would be Castiel's mate and companion in all ways.