Prompt fill for Winter Hiatus 13 "KinkoftheCastle"
Castle/Beckett/Ryan/Espo
Early S1: once it becomes clear Castle will be around for a while, they initiate him to the team by their usual ritual for new team members, each taking their turn fucking him.
Note, this is KINKY. It will include M/F, M/M, and other non-vanilla goodies that make some people feel squicky. I understand, and if it's not your thing, feel free to skip it. If it is, enjoy.
"So Castle," Beckett purrs as she leans in, "do you think you can handle it?"
The honest answer is No. No, he cannot handle the sight of Kate Beckett in nothing but a black leather corset, fishnet stockings and a thong so small it barely deserves the name. The thigh-high boots and riding crop aren't helping either. He swallows thickly, tries to regain some semblance of composure.
It's just like he dreamed it.
"Well, answer her!" Esposito yells as he twists Rick's arm just a little further behind his back as Ryan looks on in sympathy.
Well, OK, maybe not exactly as he had dreamed it.
Beckett hmms a little as he deliberates, her slender fingers caressing the crop in a manner that is most distracting.
"I think you broke him," Ryan observes.
Kate's luscious lips flow into a predatory smile and she runs the end of the crop along the side of his neck down to his collar bone. "Not yet..."
Rick shivers.
This is not how he had planned this evening to go.
It was supposed to be a guys night out to celebrate his first month of not getting himself shot, filled with drinking and pool and maybe a few dirty jokes thrown in. To his delight, they'd taken him to a cop bar, loud and dirty. Rick had been so busy trying to memorize details to use in his books that he wasn't watching his alcohol intake, downing quite a bit more than his compatriots. He did notice that the boys' questions got increasingly personal as the night wore on.
"So, how many chicks have you been with?" Esposito had asked between beers. He'd seemed disappointed in the answer.
Later, Ryan wanted to know about Rick's kinkiest encounter, a hot threesome with two of his most ardent fans. To be honest, it hadn't turned out all that well. Turns out that most women who will agree to a threesome with a celebrity really aren't all that stable. Ryan had simply nodded and changed the subject.
It had been downright odd.
He thought he had finally figured out the reason for their interrogation when they began talking about Beckett. He had figured that they would try the "big brother, what are your intentions" route. It hadn't gone exactly as he had expected.
"So, Castle," Ryan had asked, in all innocence, "you think you're man enough to fuck Beckett?"
Rick just barely avoided snorting beer through his nose.
"Excuse me!?" he yelped as soon as he could get breath behind it.
"Well, you've been here a month," Esposito continued smoothly, "I think she's getting impatient".
Rick had mumbled something about needing something stronger than beer and started towards the bar when Ryan put his hand on the writer's forearm. "Don't tell me that all that flirting was just talk, Castle. I've seen you two together."
"Yeah, bro," Esposito added, "You two have eye sex all the time."
Rick glanced from one friend to the other and sighed. "She turned me down, guys, ok? To be honest, I don't think she even likes me that much."
"Oh yeah?" says Ryan, a mischievous glint in his blue eyes, "then how come she's waiting in a hotel room for us at this very minute?"
Rick couldn't close his tab fast enough.
He hadn't expected the guys to follow him. He'd been even more surprised when Esposito arm-barred him and forced him to his knees. He'd been about to complain when he saw Beckett.
Oh, Fuuuck.
Her short hair is slicked back with some sort of gel and her eyes are dark and smokey. She regards him coldly as Ryan greets her with a kiss.
What is going on here?
"Any trouble getting him here?" she asks, her voice something Beckett-like and yet somehow not. It's not her work-a-day voice, the one that tells him to shut up and stay in the car and I swear Castle if you do not stop that right now I really am going to shoot you. He knows that voice. This voice is much sexier. And more dangerous.
"Nope," Espo pipes up from behind him, "but I don't know Beckett, he's greener than we thought he'd be. I'm not sure if he can handle it."
Ryan jumps in, "Oh, I don't know, could be he's just a little shy. He might need some ... encouragement." Ryan finishes his statement with a leer.
Oh shit, something about the way Ryan says 'encouragement' is even scarier than Beckett's sexy tone.
Beckett's focus returns to Rick and the writer's mouth goes completely dry.
"So Castle," Beckett purrs as she leans in, "do you think you can handle it?"
Eventually, he nods, not entirely sure where she's going with this. He knows exactly where he wants her to go with this, but the presence of the boys has him a bit confused.
"Here's the thing, Castle," Kate continues, turning away as if she hadn't been about to make him come in his pants, "You and I have been working together for a few months now."
Rick nods again. These are facts, facts are good. They make sense, unlike the majority of what has happened tonight. She continues, slinking around to stand on his other side, just like she does in the precinct.
Only much, much, closer.
Her dulcet tones tickle his ear. "You see, Castle, our homicide team has always been ... especially close-knit." She punctuates the statement with a salacious wink in Espo's direction. His writer's brain in overload, Rick gapes. Does she mean what he thinks she means? "We have a hard job, and sometimes we need a little ..." she pauses, her lips all but caressing the shell of his ear before whispering, "release."
Castle's jaw drops. After a few false starts, he manages to form words. "So, now that I'm part of your ... um ...team?"
All three of them sport matching grins that even he, as a writer, can only describe as 'predatory'.
"We're going to fuck your brains out."
