Hell Yeah
Demon Dean, the new king of hell, sat upon his throne thinking about his most recent captive. After the fall, after Metatron cast so many angels to earth, the demons had taken it upon themselves to collect and kill them all. This mission had been in place long before Dean came to power and, after he took over, he'd done nothing to stop it. However he knew that Castiel had been a main target for angels and demons alike, so he'd created a specific amendment. If and when the angel was captured he was to be brought directly to Dean.
"Hello my fine feathered friend," the Winchester greeted Castiel with a wicked grin the day he was presented before him.
"Dean" Castiel replied, in his usual monosyllabic manner. Two demons were standing guard on either side of the angel as he stood, handcuffed, in front of their king.
"This is a great day for me," Dean said continuing to smirk. "I've been waiting for them to find you. We're going to have so much fun together."
"I'm surprised you couldn't come get me yourself," the angel remarked angrily jerking his arm away from one of the demons.
"Oh I'll come for you…soon enough," Dean replied slowly in a low suggestive tone. However this statement got him a few sideways glances from his minions, so the King quickly ordered them to throw the angel in a cell. He carried on with the rest of his day as usual, sentencing Crowley supporters to death, and sending new spies out to keep tabs on Sam. But his mind continually drifted back to Castiel and all of the things he had in store for him, all of the deviant plans he'd created while awaiting his capture. When Dean had become a demon lots of feelings and emotions had been tossed aside, allowing for baser and more brutal desires to take over. This had transformed the ridiculous pining he'd felt for the angel as a human into something more intense, obsessive, and hungry. The purity of his feelings towards Castiel, the love and respect, had been mangled.
Castiel waited in his cell for Dean to arrive and torture him but, much to the angel's horror, something even worse happened. A pair of demons, sporting a pair of redheaded twins, came and took him to a BDSM chamber.
"Strip," the one on the left ordered him.
"Here?" Castiel said looking around in confusion.
"Strip," the one on the right reiterated adding, "Or if you don't boss says we get to disrobe you."
"I've got it" the angel responded putting out a hand defensively to ward off any advances, before beginning to remove his clothes. The twins crossed their arms in unison and watched him undress. Afterwards, they collected his clothing and exited the room without another word. Castiel stood there, naked, and continued to eye the various objects of his inevitable torture. He let out one heavy sigh after a few moments, suspecting that he should relish these last few seconds before the pain started, and stepped tentatively towards a rack of riding crops.
"Riding crop it is" Dean stated. He'd been leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed, watching the angel with amusement. Castiel was a little startled by the sound and quickly turned around.
"Or you could give me my clothes back and we could skip the torture. You don't have to do this," Castiel replied and Dean could hear the fleeting hope lodged in his words.
"How right you are. I don't have to do anything," the Winchester replied glibly as his eyes became lacquer pools of obsidian. "But there are so many wondrous things that I want to do…and I intend to do them to you." Dean was wearing a very form fitting black three piece suit, with a black button down shirt, and shiny black oxfords. His necktie was matte black with a subtle filigree pattern on it, in a slightly shinier black.
"Why are you wearing a suit?" Castiel asked trying to change the subject. "Are you attempting to dress the part?"
"Black on black. Like pleasure and a little pain," Dean replied before shooting the angel another wicked grin. "The sacred…and profane," he stated gesturing first to the angel and then back to himself.
"I, uh, don't understand," Castiel said tilting his head to the side as his eyebrows furrowed with confusion.
"Yeah, I know" Dean sighed and chuckled a little. He snapped his fingers and suddenly Castiel was in handcuffs again.
"Dean, wait-" the angel protested but the Winchester quickly held up a hand to silence him. He sauntered towards Castiel eyeing him up and down all the while.
"You know I wasn't exactly sure what to expect" Dean spoke softly with admiration, placing his hands lightly on Castiel's shoulders once he was near enough. "I mean…fantasies don't compare…"
Castiel stood there, speechless, as it dawned on him what Dean was intending to do. He and the elder Winchester had long shared something that, he knew, went beyond mere friendship. That didn't make this moment any less surprising. In fact he'd expected the exact opposite. He'd assumed that Dean's new demon nature would've cancelled out any kindred feelings. Instead, as Castiel was beginning to see, it had become more of a catalyst for the man to express a number of suppressed desires.
"Dean, this isn't you" Castiel said trying, and failing, to resist shuddering as the Winchester slowly trailed his fingers down the angel's biceps. When Dean reached Castiel's hands he gently lifted them to fasten the chain, on the handcuffs, over a hook hanging above his head.
"Yes," Dean whispered into Castiel's ear. "It really, really is." After that the angel remained silent for a time and focused on bracing himself. Dean walked to the other side of the room again, still in Castiel's line of sight. He removed his jacket and placed it neatly over the back of a red leather chair, and then proceeded to roll up his sleeves.
"You know, personally, I prefer this one…what do you think?" Dean asked grabbing a white leather riding crop from the rack. Castiel made no reply, though he couldn't help following the motion of Dean's palm as it slid up and down the handle. The Winchester mentally noted the angel's reaction with delight. Although when he saw Castiel's adam's apple bob, as he swallowed, Dean had to resist tossing the riding crop aside and fucking him right then and there. The Winchester bit down on his bottom lip, hard.
Castiel felt the very first hit from the riding crop land on his ass with a loud crack, and his whole body tensed as he absorbed the pain. It wasn't as bad as he'd expected. The second and third were also fairly tolerable. Although, as he received the fourth and fifth, the pain quickly became less stinging and more biting. He let out a small cry after the sixth strike and expected things to become far worse. However the beating abruptly ended, and the angel heard rather than saw the riding crop fall to the floor. Dean approached him directly afterwards and whispered into his ear once again. Having been standing behind the angel the Winchester addressed him from over his shoulder, and took great care not to bump against Castiel's now tenderized ass.
"See? Not so bad," the Winchester spoke and the angel shivered at the feeling of his hot breath against his neck. "Tell me you want this too" Dean said suddenly, closing his eyes as his lips brushed against the angel's ear. "Tell me how long you've been waiting for me to fuck you."
"I've been waiting…" Castiel replied hesitantly. "For Dean. You're not Dean."
"How am I not? Nothing is possessing me. I am me. In fact I'm more me than I've ever been," Dean said pulling away and walking around to face him. "What you were waiting for was never going to happen. That mask. That pathetic coward you fell for in every way imaginable. He's not here anymore!"
"You're wrong," Castiel disagreed. "I know you're still in there Dean."
"Well," Dean sighed and shrugged nonchalantly. "Guess I'll just have to do for now. You know…while you wait."
"I've got time," Castiel replied equally unyielding.
"What do you think Cas?" Dean whispered, and leaned in until their mouths were mere inches apart. "Should we find out if true love's kiss can break the spell?" The angel made no reply to this query, though his brow furrowed and his jaw clenched as he prepared himself for the inevitable. Dean released a small smile as he watched Castiel attempt to not enjoy the idea.
"Listen," the angel said softly. "Dean, wherever you are in there, I want you to know this isn't how I ever imagined we would…that we might…"
"What?" Dean asked and then immediately, very lightly so that they were JUST barely touching, brushed his lips across the angel's mouth. All of the air seemed to leave Castiel at that moment, his mind went completely blank, and his eyes fluttered shut. "That's what I thought" Dean said, though his voice was shaky, exposing the fact that he'd been similarly affected. Suddenly, much to the angel's surprise, the Winchester then gruffly took him by the hips. The celestial being could not restrain the involuntary moan that accompanied this action and, while Dean dug his fingertips into his flesh, Castiel's head fell backwards in ecstasy.
Dean drug his tongue up the angel's, now elongated, neck before stating "I am going to fuck you in every way imaginable."
"Ehem…uhh…your highness," a meek voice called from the doorway. Dean let out a heavy sigh and squeezed his eyes shut for a moment before slowly turning to see who'd disturbed them.
"What the hell do you want?!" he snapped at the demon.
"I, uh, I know you were not to be disturbed…I-I uh…sorry, your grace" the nervous creature rambled.
"If you don't spit it out RIGHT now I will fillet you so fucking fast," Dean threatened as his patience grew thin.
"Yes, I-uh, I mean um i-it's it's just there's a new report re-regarding your brother - I mean Sam Winchester- your majesty," the demon replied cowering under his King's disapproving glare.
"I am only going to say this once, so listen closely, until I exit this room NO ONE is to come in here at ANY point in time for ANY reason! I do not care about my brother's latest dentist appointment or milk run. I do not care if he even shows up IN HELL demanding my presence! I. Don't. Care. And now you have the extreme honor of standing outside that door and telling all the other little demons, creatures, or figures of influence that happen to trot by the exact same thing. Got it?" Dean said narrowing his eyes at the pathetic pawn.
"Y-yes, yes of course. Got it. I will keep watch with the twins, your excellence. I won't fail you!" the demon replied skittering his way back out the door as quickly as he could manage.
"Kids…am I right?" Dean said, smiling as he turned back towards Castiel once they were alone again. However the angel was doing his best to avoid eye contact. He still had a semi-hard on from their most recent activity, and had hoped it would disappear by the time Dean had finished scolding the intruder. Unfortunately the demon King was no fool. He strolled back over to Castiel and, making sure to get as close as possible without touching him, proceeded to slowly reach up and unhook his cuffs. Dean intentionally maintained eye contact while he did this and smirked as Castiel's face became flushed.
"To bed with you now" Dean said, leading the angel by his handcuffs over to a king sized bed. The purpose of the barred silver metal headboard was clear and Castiel knew, the moment he saw it, what Dean intended to do. The demon King whipped the angel around and shoved him backwards onto the mattress. After this Dean quickly crawled on top of Castiel and straddled his hips. Without a word he took the angel's hands in his own and, once again, gently lifted them above his head. Then, with a snap of his fingers, the chain of Castiel's handcuffs were linked around two of the bars in the headboard. A slow sly smile crept across Dean's face then. He began to grind his hips slowly against Castiel's, and ran his tongue suggestively over his top lip as he stared down at the angel.
"Mmm…right where I want you," he mumbled as he felt Castiel's erection pressing against his own through his slacks. Dean shook his head though and abruptly hopped off the bed. "If we're going to finally get this show on the road you'll need a bit of prepping."
Castiel watched anxiously and was shocked when he saw what Dean returned with. In his left hand he held a bottle of clear lubricant and in the right he had a purple dildo.
"Wanna know the best part about this little gizmo?" Dean said shaking the sex toy in Castiel's direction. He paused for a moment, and bit his bottom lip again as he grinned, suppressing a burst of laughter at the sight of Castiel's bright blue eyes growing large with alarm.
"No Dean…I…" Castiel said, though his words quickly tapered off. His mind was drawing a blank on what he was even about to protest.
"It vibrates" Dean elaborated eagerly, not willing to wait for the angel to finish his thought.
"Uhhh…." came Castiel's only reply.
"Don't worry big bird I'll start with these" Dean added, setting down the lube and wiggling his fingers. The Winchester seated himself next to the angel, and set the purple dildo next to the bottle of lube on the opposite side of the bed, against Castiel's torso. Dean remained bent over the angel's abs, after he'd freed his hands of pleasure toys, and took a moment to lean in and press a kiss against the celestial being's skin. Castiel watched him and found it that much harder not to enjoy the feeling of Dean's lips caressing his skin. This act of tenderness did not last long though. He minutely pulled away, only to lean in again and flick his tongue over one of Castiel's nipples. The angel managed to remain silent, though he had to clench his jaw again.
"I could just take a bite out of you…mmm….but where?" Dean said, thinking aloud as his eyes raked over Castiel's body. "Oh!" he said as a devious thought crossed his mind "I know." At this juncture the demon King snapped his fingers, and the chain between Castiel's handcuffs lengthened.
"That should do the trick" Dean whispered, continuing to talk aloud to himself. Castiel watched, apprehensively, as Dean's eyes became hooded and a look of pure lechery washed over his face. Without forewarning he grabbed Castiel and forcibly flipped him onto his stomach. Then he gruffly took the angel by his hips and pulled him into a position very similar to downward facing dog. Castiel let out a startled gasp at this action which caused Dean to chuckle lightly. However his dark mood returned just as quickly at the sight of the angel: face down and ass up. He couldn't resist landing one hard slap on Castiel's ass, and smiled as he heard the proceeding sharp exhale.
"They'll have change the saying to 'hell fucking holy' after I'm done with you," Dean remarked and ran his hands from the back of Castiel's knees up to his ass. The angel let out a low moan, and shifted a little against this softer touch, causing Dean to breathe deeply as he witnessed this reaction with great pleasure. Although the mere feeling of Castiel's perfectly warm soft skin, under his palms, was far better than anything Dean had ever experienced before. He crouched down then and lavished the back of the angel's left thigh, with expert attention from his mouth. Dean licked and sucked at the spot while holding Castiel's legs apart, firmly gripping the base of his knees in each hand. The poor angel was hissing breaths through his teeth at this point, trying desperately not to beg for more. Then Dean sunk his teeth into the very spot he'd been teasing, and Castiel's hands shot forward to grip the bars in the headboard. His knuckles turned white as he clamped his mouth shut, and buried his face in the mattress, to muffle the moans gurgling up inside his throat. His cock was aching and began dripping with precum as pleasure radiated from the spot directly to his groin.
"Please don't do that" Dean pleaded, his voice strained with need, after he let go. "I'd love to hear you whimpering. Begging me. Panting my name. Screaming it…I bet it's fucking angelic." Castiel slowly turned his head, as far as he could, to peek up at Dean but said nothing as he was still gasping for air.
"Hell in a handbasket," the Winchester muttered staring back at the angel's face. The idea of his cock sliding into that lush heart-shaped mouth briefly flashed into Dean's brain, and he felt himself grow harder. "Later," he mumbled to himself, "Definitely giving that a whirl. But for now…" The new demon King stowed that notion away for the moment and grabbed the bottle of lube. It had rolled under Castiel, along with the purple dildo, so Dean took this opportunity to reach between the angel's parted legs to retrieve the item. His arm brushed against Castiel's cock which effectively elicited a slight jolt from the heavenly host, accompanied by a small gasp of shock.
"Better," Dean said. "But not quite what I was hoping for. Ah well…we'll get there. We've got plenty of time." He then took the lube and squirted a liberal amount into his palm and, from there, lathered it onto both the angel's ass and his fingers.
"Dean, wait this isn't-" Castiel finally spoke, but his words were cut short when he felt the first of Dean's fingers enter him. His whole body tensed in reaction. It caused him a small amount of pain at first, akin to a slight burning sensation, which slowly began to dissipate the longer Dean pushed in and out. Then, just as Castiel had become accustom to the feeling, Dean slipped in another finger. This was a huge difference already and Castiel began to dread the idea of Dean implementing the dildo. He felt stretched and it was only slightly pleasant because of the motion. An odd idea entered Castiel's mind that it would feel a great deal better if Dean would only go deeper, but he didn't voice this opinion because it made absolutely no sense to him. Also, he was already feeling guilty for enjoying it so much when he knew that this wasn't Dean's true self.
"Don't worry," Dean said interrupting Castiel's musings as he reached for the dildo. "I'll go slowly." But the angel was worried. He winced when Dean removed his fingers, and debated within himself about whether or not it'd do any good to protest.
"Dean I don't think this is a good idea. I'm not ready for something so…large" Castiel remarked, and his voice was filled with panic.
"Really?" Dean replied and Cas could hear the amusement in his tone. Suddenly the angel heard a soft buzzing sound. Then, without any further preamble, Dean pressed the tip of the vibrating toy against Castiel's entrance.
"Ahhha!" the celestial being let out one wanton cry as he tightened his grip on the headboard again. Dean watched, mesmerized, as Castiel's shoulder blades and back muscles constricted and twitched as he writhed. The demon King was very pleased with this reaction and pulled the toy away, to lubricate it, before actually inserting a few inches into the angel's ass. Castiel's knuckles quickly began to turn white again as Dean eased it in a little more each time. Luckily the feeling of being stretched too far and too full was only as bad as when Dean had inserted two fingers. Plus the pain from this new object subsided a lot quicker. After about thirty seconds Castiel's grip began to loosen. The vibration was intense but good, especially when Dean pushed the dildo in far enough to reach the angel's sweet spot. A lengthy utterance of profanities were whimpered by the heavenly host, when first Dean brushed over it, followed by a stream of broken breaths.
"Mmm, I love it when you talk dirty" Dean said in a raspy voice. Watching Castiel react to the dildo was one thing, but hearing him was like music to the Winchester's ears. At that moment he decided not to wait any longer. He was going to bury his cock inside Castiel, and revel in the cries of pleasure his own flesh induced.
After making this definitive decision Dean abruptly withdrew the sex toy from the angel's ass, turned it off, and tossed it aside.
Castiel released one small shaky "uugh" at the action and, again, resisted the urge to beg for more. Without warning Dean gave the angel another swift slap on the ass before flipping him back over.
"Hope you're ready for me," Dean remarked with a grin as he began to loosen his tie. He stripped in front of Castiel on purpose, so he could watch the angel memorize every inch of his body as it was revealed. The Winchester took great pleasure in witnessing Castiel struggle with the lust blossoming in his eyes. Though that wasn't the only place it had bloomed. More blatant was the full-on erection that had been induced by Dean's bite, which elated the demon King to no end. When the Winchester was fully naked he crawled on top of Castiel and, once they were face to face, he addressed the angel in silky voice.
"How does it feel?" he purred gently rubbing their cocks together. Castiel made no reply but he was already panting. Dean stared at him, his expression filled with desire, as he continued this torment. Castiel's body grew tense as he tried, anguished, not to give into the demon's debauchery. Every part of him wanted to let go and respond, to grind back and beg, to taste and touch. But the thought that this might not actually be what Dean wanted, that maybe his response to the pleasure could be viewed as betrayal, held the angel back. Although Castiel wasn't sure he would be able to resist much longer. The look the demon was giving him, not to mention the utter bliss of skin to skin contact, was pushing him steadily towards his breaking point.
Dean watched the angel's expression scrupulously. Being so close together was nearly overwhelming. Castiel smelled like a warm bar of soap, a little salty now that he was sweating, mixed with a little something else that was wholly unique to just him. The Winchester leaned down and nuzzled his face into the crook of the angel's neck and bit him again. This time he was not so quick to release. The sound of Castiel's groan vibrated in his throat, allowing Dean the pleasure of feeling it against his tongue. The demon King inhaled the angel's scent deeply before letting go, and trailed kisses up to his jaw.
"I'm going to be inside you Cas. I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to make you come so hard, and then I'm gonna fuck you again" Dean whispered into the benevolent being's ear. Much to the Winchester's surprise the angel actually replied, but it was what he said that shocked the demon King the most.
"Kiss me, please" Castiel requested and his voice was so soft it was almost a whisper.
"Where?" Dean replied lifting his head to look into the angel's eyes.
"My mouth…you never actually did…before," Castiel elaborated looking anywhere except at Dean.
"Is this you finally admitting that I'm right?" Dean asked confused. "Admitting that I'm me."
"No, I've just always wanted to…kiss you. I'm so sorry Dean but if I'm to undergo this torment I'd just like to have this one thing. The rest aside I would kiss you. You. If ever…" Castiel said but was unable to finish his thought. A heavy dose of regret and sadness overcame him in that moment, and he squeezed his eyes shut as he released a heavy sigh. The demon King had stopped all motion as he looked down at the angel. He considered this request and weighed his options before proceeding.
"A kiss," Dean said after a minute. "You'll be begging me for more than that before we're done. I'll make sure of it." After this statement the Winchester leaned forward and pressed his lips against Castiel's. It started chaste and, in truth, the demon had planned to leave it as such but the feel of the angel's plush mouth was too good to resist. Dean slid his tongue out, parting Castiel's lips, and was rewarded with a moan. Slowly, sweetly, he felt the celestial being's tentative response. The feel of Dean's stubble scraping against his own, as their mouths and tongues desperately crashed together, caused Castiel to forget himself for a moment. His hands gripped the chains of the handcuffs for support as he shifted himself a little to wrap his legs around Dean's waist. The Winchester moaned against Castiel's open mouth, and dug his fingers into the angel's hair as they continued to kiss. The heady desire that washed over Dean then, as he tasted Cas and felt his embrace, was almost enough to send him over the edge. The angel was finally responding, revealing a modicum of his own desire, and it was hotter than anything else the demon could've imagined. He never wanted it to end. In fact a new idea had entered Dean's addled brain then. The idea of Castiel fucking HIM over a counter. The demon King had no idea of how he'd convince the angel to perform such an act, but he was dead-set now on making it happen…eventually. For now he was content to settle for pounding into him with everything he had. Dean suddenly pulled away from Castiel to reposition himself. However Cas, now realizing how far things had gone, let his legs fall to either side of the Winchester.
"No ya don't," Dean grumbled catching one of the angel's thighs in his hand and placing it back up around his waist. "This one too," he mumbled trailing his other hand over Castiel's hip and down his other leg before lifting it back up. "I need you to stay as you were, trust me, it'll work better. I would've had you do it anyway." The angel obeyed but only because he knew what was going to happen next. Also he knew that, if he didn't, Dean would just flip him over again and he preferred the idea of being face to face. The demon King grabbed the bottle of lube again and put more on Castiel's ass and, this time, on his cock.
"Dean," Castiel cried out when he first felt the demon insert the tip. It was the same slight burning sensation and it continued for the first twenty seconds, as the angel became accustom to the feeling. Dean withdrew and pushed further in a little more each time, though it was difficult because Castiel was so tense.
"Fuck…you're so…tight again already…shit," Dean groaned between gasps for air. After a while the pain subsided and Castiel began to feel the same bursts of pleasure, once the Winchester was able to move with ease. Dean had found the angel's sweet spot once more and began to push towards it rhythmically, at the same angle, every time. Castiel couldn't resist the moans that escaped his lips after that. He let his head drop backwards and his mouth fell open wide as Dean shoved into him over and over again. He continued holding the chains on the cuffs and squeezed his legs around the demon's waist for support. Dean, on the other hand, had taken ahold of the bedsheet in one hand and Castiel's arm in the other. He gripped each firmly to create the leverage he needed to continuously pound into the angel's ass. His face fell in the range of Castiel's neck and collarbone, thus each received a number of bite marks. All this time Dean had yet to touch the angel's throbbing cock, and Castiel was beginning to feel unbearably strained.
"Dean…I…" Castiel whimpered but caught himself before he'd finished. He clenched his jaw and hissed breaths through his teeth.
"Mmmyes" Dean mumbled flicking his eyes up and down the angel's body. "You're ready…aren't you? Is it…torture?" he gasped between deep breaths. Dean slowed his pace then causing Castiel to involuntarily look down, but the angel instantly regretted it. The sight of Dean's abs and hips undulating, sensuously, against him caused the angel to moan. It was painfully alluring.
Coming to a complete halt Dean looked at Castiel and, still out of breath, said "Whether you think I'm me completely…or not…you could at least admit the truth to yourself."
"What?" Castiel asked, his voice strained with need.
"That you want me. That you want more. That, right now, you'd like nothin' better than for me to suck your cock until you come in my mouth," Dean replied licking his lips for emphasis.
"So what," Castiel bit back angrily.
"I'd be more…than happy…to oblige," Dean remarked starting to undulate once more, unable to resist grinding his cock inside the angel any longer. "Just say it. Beg."
"No" Castiel answered obstinately but the Winchester could tell that he was in pain. He'd noted that Castiel's cock was already dripping with precum.
"Alright," Dean stated beginning to move faster. "Don't beg then." He pounded into Castiel again but this time it was harder and more purposeful. The angel could tell that Dean was finishing himself, with no intention of allowing Castiel the same kindness. After a few moments the Winchester stilled, his entire body tensing, as he came and he let out one low grunt. Once he'd finished he quickly pulled out of Castiel and climbed off of him. The angel could do nothing but lay there, aching, as he was still hard and handcuffed to the bed.
"Time for a shower," Dean said standing over the angel and glancing over his body again. He snapped his fingers and Castiel's handcuffs were no longer linked to the headboard. Gently the Winchester assisted the celestial being off the bed and onto his feet. Unfortunately the angel was weaker now and almost toppled over when he tried to walk.
"Whoa there" Dean mumbled as he reached out to steady him. He allowed Castiel's chest to lean against his own without thinking, and abruptly heard a small cry. The angel's erection had become painful and when he'd leaned against the demon it'd bumped his hip. The Winchester made no remarks regarding this, only repositioned himself so that he could continue to assist without causing injury.
Once they were in the shower Dean washed himself first, very quickly, and then took his time with the angel. He shampooed and conditioned Castiel's hair for starters, in truth, just trying to give him some time to relax. He then proceeded to pour some body wash onto a sponge, creating a lather, and slowly brushed it over the angel's body. Castiel was a little startled by such tenderness coming from demon Dean but he kept in mind that, only fifteen minutes earlier, he'd denied him an orgasm. Which, at that point, had waned enough to not be painful.
"I don't know why we're doing this," Dean remarked gesturing towards the showerhead. "There are so many other things that I plan to do to you. Guess I was having a hard time seeing you in pain."
"That's good" Castiel replied looking up at him. "That's your humanity Dean. You should fight to hold on to that."
"Nah," the Winchester said dismissively. "You're just being so stubborn. I knew I needed to change tact. I am going to suck you and fuck you dry and, whether you admit it or not, you'll love every minute."
"I don't understand," Castiel responded as the glimmer of hope subsided. "You're not going to make me beg?"
"No," Dean answered him with a smile. "Changed my mind. See, when I saw you fighting me so hard. So, so hard…I realized what was happening inside that head of yours." At this point the demon King stepped closer to the angel, backing him up against the shower wall, and leaned in to whisper into his ear.
"You're trying to be noble. Trying to resist having a good time, because you still think that good Dean is in here. That he's watching. You're trying not to get caught cheating, or betraying him, or whatever it is your bird brain came up with" the Winchester elaborated and rolled his eyes. "But that's the thing. That's what I've been telling you all along. I. Am. Me. Minus a few emotions. Add a few others. Me."
"This may be you…for now, but sooner or later Sam will find a cure. When that day comes I will await your decision, as I always have, regarding what our relationship will be. In the meantime I won't use this version of you to my advantage. I refuse," Castiel replied calmly.
"Except for that kiss," Dean responded pulling away a little to look at the angel. "You definitely didn't have any qualms about that."
"To be perfectly honest Dean, if it is honesty that you seek, you're right. I have no qualms with anything we've done so far and if, once you're cured, you still wish to…continue…I would be more than willing" Castiel confessed. This rendered the demon speechless for a few minutes and he stood there, one palm on either side of the angel against the tile, just staring at him. The demon King had fully expected more protests and denials.
"Why wait," Dean said at last and shot Castiel one wicked grin before lowering himself to the floor. He took the angel's cock in his hand and slowly slid his tongue over the tip. The sight of such an act was provoking, but the feeling was enough to make the angel rock hard all over again. Castiel exhaled sharply and buried his handcuffed hands into Dean's dirty blond hair. Castiel became mesmerized by the look of Dean's intense green eyes staring up at him. The angel was aware now that the demon was gauging his reaction, watching selfishly for the pleasure he knew this would induce. Dean drew Castiel's cock deeper into his mouth, squeezing the throbbing member between his lips, careful not to use too much teeth. He watched gleefully as the benevolent being's large cerulean eyes, and heart-shaped mouth, opened wide in apparent shock. As Dean picked up the pace, a cacophony resonated from the angel's lips and he basked in the sound. The Winchester kept one hand on the angel's cock and followed it up and down with his mouth. Meanwhile his other hand reached around and started teasing his ass again. Getting his hand wet with the shower water Dean slipped his index finger back inside the angel.
Castiel released one loud "Ahh" and briefly tightened his grip on Dean's hair in response to this action. But soon his eyes became hooded and he bit down on his lush lower lip, as the feeling of immense pleasure washed over him. Seeing the angel's reaction was better than the demon had expected. Dean sucked harder on Castiel's cock then and, taking hold of the angel's hip, pulled it in all the way. At the same time he withdrew his finger from the angel's ass, and maneuvered to grip the angel's other hip. The Winchester dug his fingers into Castiel's flesh, all the while picking up his pace, pushing and pulling the gracious being's cock in and out of his mouth faster and faster. All the pleasure this caused began to build inside the angel's body and he knew that he'd come soon. His breathing grew ragged and garbled the wanton moans that were tumbling out of his mouth.
"Dean…I…I'm gonna…" Castiel croaked between gasps but it was too late. He came. Hard. His body convulsed as the come poured out of him and into Dean's mouth. However this didn't faze the Winchester for a minute. The angel watched his eyes turn the same lacquer black before he shut them and swallowed every drop. Then, after he'd pulled his mouth slowly off Castiel's cock, he smirked up at him impishly before licking his lips.
"Yummy," Dean remarked in a low husky tone that sent a small shiver down the angel's spine.
After the demon King had dried them both off and led Castiel back into the playroom he turned and asked, "Are you ready for more?"
To which the angel replied, without thought, "Hell yeah." Demon Dean flashed him a triumphant smile, because this response told him that he very much had the angel exactly where he wanted him.