Title: Angel in the Marble
Author: castiel-thepizzaman
Pairing: Current Balthazar/Castiel, eventual Dean/Castiel
Rating: NC-17 or M overall, this chapter is PG-13.
Warnings: What is it called... soft core porn?

A/N: So sorry about posting twice. I'm a slight idjit.

If you don't like Calthazar at all please skip to the bottom and read below the page break. Just know they're happy with each other. Their relationship is safe and routine. Thaaaanks =]

N'aww happy couple... but we all know that in order for there to be Destiel... this ship needs to crash... and burn... and explode. I might be just a little too excited for that. So I decided to try the best of both worlds... hence why the 'sex' scenes are pretty bad... I'm not used to holding back when I type them out. I'm really not happy with the way this chapter came out... so I apologize.

If you've read any of my other stories, then you're prepared for tho next comment... if not, then here it is. I use proper anatomical terms. (most of the time). I apologize if that makes anyone uncomfortable. If so... blame nursing school.

Suggestions are always awesome. Please, enjoy!

Chapter Two

With a soft moan Castiel's body hit the white carpet after rolling off Balthazar. They were both panting, a light sheen of sweat covering their naked bodies as they laid next to each other, letting the after effects of their orgasms wash over them. Castiel's hand flopped to his toned stomach, drawing circles with his fingers before his hand slipped off his hipbone and buried itself in the carpet. Turning his head, he looked at his partner, seeing that Balthazar's eyes were closed, his knees resting to the side as he breathed in and out slowly. Right now, Castiel's partner seemed to glow, coming down from his high, his once achingly erect penis was becoming soft, trails of his ejaculation on his chest. Castiel wouldn't deny that rocking slowly into his partner, burrying himself in him, and increasing the pace, hitting Balthazar's prostate with each thrust, had to be one of the best feeling in the world. It was physical, and it showed their signs of affection, of their dark haired man glanced around, actually seeing the living room from a new perspective, one he hadn't seen in a long time.

"You vacuumed." Castiel said, his hands burying themselves in the clean carpet.

A soft snort came from Balthazar as he opened his eyes, heavy lidded above the light blue. "You suck at pillow talk." His accent seemed heavier as if the post orgasmic bliss had lowered it a few notes.

Propping himself up on an elbow, Castiel chuckled, he had never been the most romantic person. Even after Balthazar had coached him through the sexual part of a relationship he still struggled with showing affection and his romantic side. "We didn't even make it to the bed."

"We didn't even make it until after dinner." Balthazar sat up, resting his back against the couch as he ran his hand through the semen on his chest. "Lovely."

Castiel grimaced at the mess on Balthazar's hand. "Sorry. How about you go clean up and I make dinner?"

As much as he needed Balthazar the second he had gotten home from work, in hindsight it may have not been the best idea. The rest of his work day hadn't been too terrible, but Dean had gotten rather angry that his package from California hadn't arrived yet and decided blaming Castiel would make everything better. Although for the rest of the afternoon, Dean spent it in his office with Lisa and he feared he would never get the noise of Dean's moan out of his head. It was permanently scarred there. And then there had been a slightly rounder man with balding white hair, who Castiel later found out was Zachariah, had come in and demanded to see the senator. When Castiel had shown Zachariah into the office, he and Dean promptly got into a yelling match about Hayden's ethics.

Balthazar made a noncommittal sound at Castiel's offer and leaned forward, kissing the dark haired man lightly on the lips. "Was it really that bad of a day at work?"

A small sigh passed through Castiel's lips as his blue eyes turned to look at the leg of the television stand. "No, not bad, I've just been out of the political world for so long that I have a lot of catching up to do. Also, this is my first job in six months."

"It's okay to admit you want me, Cas." Balthazar replied before he reached out with his clean hand and stroked the side of his partner's face gently, the stubble on Castiel's face pricking and itching at the contact. "When are you going to shave that off?" It was a common argument, one they had for fun. In the two years they had been dating, Castiel had only even fully shaven a total of four times. He found that he hated the itchy sensation that came when beard hair was growing in. Plus, with a permanent five o'clock shadow he looked more mature and older than he really was. Something that is needed and desired in his current employment. "I'm just kidding, Cassie." Balthazar whispered, his lips inches from Castiel's ear, sending shivers down his spine at the tone of his partner's voice.

Balthazar had fully practiced the art of seduction using it on many people before he had met Castiel. They both didn't have the best past when it dealt with relationships but they were able to put that behind them and move on. Although, occasionally Balthazar would use some of the techniques he had picked up on Castiel when he wanted something or enjoyed seeing his partner riled up.

Closing the distance between them, Castiel pressed his lips up against Balthazar's, straddling his lap and pushing him against the couch. Balthazar gasped and Castiel took a hold of the opening of his mouth and slid his tongue in, feeling his partner's tongue meet his, pressing against him. Grabbing his partner's hips, Balthazar rocked Castiel against him gently, smiling as the pressure against their groins elicited a small gasp from Castiel, both of their penis's twitching with sudden arrousal. For some reason, when it came to sex, they both could be ready for another round in minutes. Castiel jerked back up against him, his body's desire for friction controlling his action. Balthazar pulled away, seeing the lust already forming in Castiel's eyes, his lips red and his breaths coming as short, quick pants. One hand of Castiel's grabbed the back of Balthazar's neck, pulling him back into the kiss as the other hand dug into the blond's shoulder, leaving half moon indents with his fingernails before they trailed down and began to lazily trace over one of his partner's nipple. In pleasure, Balthazar moaned, his hand trailing from Castiel's prominent hipbone to his penis, letting his fingers ghost over the velvet skin, his thumb swiping over the urethra. Castiel shivered, adjusting himself so Balthazar had a better angle and he could wrap his legs around his partner's waist.

Once Castiel had adjusted himself, Balthazar began to grind against him, taking his erection and Castiel's in his hand together. The hot contact of flesh on flesh caused Balthazar's back to arch over the side of the couch, but Castiel followed, tilting his head and deepening their kiss, sliding his tongue against Balthazar's in familiarity. Balthazar other hand grabbed Castiel's ass, using his strength as he dug his fingers in to the muscle and thus upwards, moving them both in his hand, rubbing. With a gasp, Castiel's lips parted from Balthazar, his head dropping onto his partner's chest, feeling arousal and ecstasy course through his veins. The pleasure at this degree so close to an orgasm was astounding, each of his nerves seemed to be on fire, pleasure coursing through him, making him forget everything except for Balthazar and the acts they were doing together. Thrusting back into Balthazar's hand, his face contorted with delight, loving the way his partner made him feel. They had been together for long enough that they each knew what the other one liked. Balthazar caught the soft skin on Castiel's neck with his teeth and bit lightly, sucking just hard enough to leave a light bruise. Then his lips ghosted up Castiel's skin, kissing a sensitive spot behind his earlobe.

The hand left Castiel's buttocks, stroking up the man's side and playing with his nipple before his index finger caught the underside of Castiel's chin, lifting his lips back up to Balthazar's. He missed the warmth of Castiel's breath on his chest and the way Castiel flicked his tough to tease Balthazar's nipple. They kissed slowly, still moving together, the friction almost burning with the amount of pleasure it was bringing both men. As Balthazar rocked his hips again, hearing another small moan from the dark haired man, he smirked into the kiss. Castiel felt the change against his lips and opened his eyes, trying to pull away but was unable to due to the hand that Balthazar had strategically placed on the back of his neck. The blond haired man's tongue moved into Castiel's mouth and flicked up, running along the the roof of the other man's mouth.

Castiel's body writhed at the contact, the movement from Balthazar's tongue creating a ticking feeling that spread through his body. Balthazar finally let him go and Castiel tumbled backwards off his lap. "Bal, that's not funny!"

Judging from his partner's face, Balthazar thought that what he had done was very funny. "Fine, fine. I'm sorry. I'm going to go take a shower now. You're going to have to clean the carpet."

"Why?" Castiel asked, pushing himself up to his feet, feeling aged from the first orgasm and the extra pleasure session they had, and picking up the scattered clothes around the floor. A body pressed against his back as Balthazar pressed a light kiss to his shoulder.

"Because I cleaned it this morning." Then the pressure was gone as a naked Balthazar headed down the hallway to the bedroom, getting ready for his shower.

The shower turned on and Castiel had a fleeting thought of joining him, but after what they had done earlier, Castiel knew Balthazar wanted some time alone just to actually clean himself up and let the hot water run over his sore muscles. So he folded their clothes, and went to their bedroom, placing them in the hamper in the room and throwing on a pair of baggy sweatpants. Turning, Castiel left the bedroom and went to the kitchen, opening the fridge and peering into it. He cooked more often since he had been home, unemployed, for the past six months, but Balthazar had always been a better cook since his mother and him spent time together in the kitchen in England. Grabbing out the steak, Castiel opened the package and put them in a pan he had placed on the stove, turning it on and hearing the first pieces of meat began to sizzle. Having nothing better to put as a side, he grabbed potatoes and wrapped them in aluminum foil before he threw them in the oven. Then he made a quick salad, cutting up lettuce and adding celery, carrots, pepper, and small tomatoes.

While everything was cooking, he set the small kitchen table. They rarely had visitors since Balthazar's family had remained in England while he came here to pursue his fashion designs and Castiel's family lived in Illinois and rarely visited. Though he was sure it was due to his sexual orientation that the distance. While he waited for everything to finish cooking he idly cleaned the kitchen, running a cloth along the marble counters and placing all the dirty plates and utensils in the dishwasher.

Just as the shower shut off, the steak was done so Castiel pulled out a plate and began to move the steak from the pan to the plate. He placed that on the table and was pulling the potatoes out of the oven with his bare hands when Balthazar walked in, rubbing his hair with the towel. He stopped when he saw the hot objects in Castiel's hand. "Fuck, Cas, couldn't you put on mitts or something?" The other man just smiled as he juggled the hot items, placing them on their plates before he went and got the salad. After making sure everything was in order, he grabbed the condiments, placing them on the table between them.

It was a usual dinner between them, Balthazar complained about the calories in the meal he had cooked but when Castiel raised a threatening fork at him he became quiet. Even though Balthazar was in the fashion industry he wasn't one to forgo a good meal with excellent food. He rather liked much of the food other people in his position starved themselves of. Although, tomatoes were one thing he wouldn't stand, throwing the round, red food at Castiel's head and chuckling when each one of them were avoided, even when Castiel wasn't looking at Balthazar.

They talked about their days, Castiel went into some detail about Dean, but knew a lot of his work was confidential so Balthazar picked up the slack by telling him what he had done on his day off. It was very rare that Balthazar took a day off, but since the stress of his work was becoming overwhelming, he decided a day to lounge around, eating candy bars, and watching crappy daytime television was in order. He planned on heading to work tomorrow so he also added what he was planning to do. Castiel brought up the dancer on the Metro, talking about how the people reacted to his impromptu pole dance his friend dared him to do. This was something Castiel loved about their relationship. Sitting down for dinner and talking about anything. It was comfortable, safe and it was a routine.

By the time dinner ended, they both worked on cleaning up the table and kitchen, making sure everything would be set for when they left the next morning. Afterwards, they sat down on the couch, Castiel reading and cuddled up to Balthazar while he aimlessly flicked through the channels on the television until he could find a program that interested him. Castiel knew he should be looking up information on his boss so he would be a better employee for him, but currently, he didn't want to be let down by the man's views and politics. Knowing he would have to do it eventually, Castiel decided that tomorrow he would work on figuring out the man behind the mask. Who Dean Winchester really was.

Balthazar was dozing on the couch by the time Castiel decided it was time for them to retire for bed. He rousted his lover and headed to the bathroom to brush his teeth. By the time he had finished getting ready for bed, Balthazar came in, looking more awake than he had on the couch so Castiel left him in the bathroom and crawled into bed. He slept on the left side, closer to the bathroom while his partner slept closer to the door. When Balthazar left the bathroom he went over to the hamper where Castiel had placed their discarded clothes from earlier.

Pulling out his shirt he grimaced at it. "I wear these to work, you know." He gestured to the v-neck which had been stretched out due to Castiel's wandering hands.

"It's no lower than any of your other ones." Castiel replied, turning off the lamp next to his bed, leaving the one on Balthazar's side on.

Chuckling, Balthazar threw the shirt back in the hamper in hopes that a wash would shrink it back to normal size. "Yes, but it shows more skin, making it appropriate."

"As if you're an appropriate guy, Bal." Castiel replied, settling down in the bed and pulling the covers up and over his body.

Balthazar climbed in next to him, pulling off his shirt and tossing it on the floor in the process. "Yeah, well, revealing too much skin will make the girls go wild."

Looking up at his partner, Castiel shook his head. "I am so worried and scared for you."

With a playful growl, Balthazar rolled Castiel over and pinned him to the mattress, he looked down at his partner with a lust and love filled grin that reflected in his eyes. It caused a shiver to go down Castiel spine when he realized that it was arousing him, causing him to want Balthazar in control, pleasuring Castiel much like he had pleasured Balthazar earlier. Balthazar's hand slid in-between Castiel's legs, gently rolling his balls around in the palm of his hand, the warm contact causing Castiel to thrust his hips up. Removing his hands, the blond slid in between Castiel's legs, his warm body pressing down on him, their skin touching and sweat forming from their increased heart beat and temperature. Castiel spead his legs for his partner, already feeling Balthazar's engorged penis rub against him, eliciting a moan of pleasure from both men. Tangling his hands in the blond locks, Castiel brought his partner in for a passionate kiss, nibbling on Balthazar's lower lip before he released him. Moaning at the loss of contact, Balthazar began to attack Castiel's neck, using his teeth as he nibbled the skin into his mouth and began to lightly suck until he produced a dark hickey on the side of his partner's neck. He kissed it, hoping that would smooth the aching pain. It was something he did every once in a while, his desire to claim Castiel caused him to mark his partner. Usually, Castiel had a fit the next day at the blemishes, but he wasn't complaining, his half closed eyes and lust filled pupils gave no indication of disapproval.

Rolling his hips up, Castiel felt his penis begin to harden, once again creating friction that both of the men desired. Strong hand's palmed Castiel's ass, lifting his back end up slightly and a thrill of excitement went through them. Castiel felt Bathazar's strong hands digging into the muscle of his buttocks, separating them slightly before he pushed them up, thrusting against Castiel with added pressure, their sensitive organs rubbing together, the heads colliding together and moving along the shaft. A low, wreaked moan came out from Castiel's shiny, pink lips and they both knew how much each other wanted this. It took everything Castiel had not to force his partner along. Balthazar was in control and when he was, he made sure that they both had their fill and were achingly hard from a long foreplay.

Sweat was beading on each other's skin and they hadn't even gotten all their clothes off yet. Reaching up, Balthazar pushed some hair away from Castiel's sweaty brow, allowing the back of his fingers to caress the side of Castiel's face, the intimacy enjoyable in the position they were in. Almost always they had sex face to face, preferring to be able to look in each others eyes than feel as if they were fornicating with a complete stranger. His hand moved down, running along Castiel's collarbone and around each nipple, as if he was trying to remember ever small detail on his lover's body. Tracing the light muscles that had formed under the skin of Castiel's abdomen, resting on the prominent hipbones before sliding down. Finally, the fingers reached down to his waist, running along the top of Castiel's low slung sweatpants before Balthazar dipped two fingers under the waistband moving along the smooth skin below.

The teasing was getting unbearable for the dark haired man, wanting to feel closer to his partner, wanting to feel everything. But he loved its as well, loved the way Balthazar paid special attention to his body, to his pleasure, the way the love shone in his partner's eyes. So instead of hurrying him along, Castiel threaded his hand into Balthazar's hair and pulled him down for another kiss. Trying to pour all his emotions into one small action, knowing he couldn't possibly get the enormity of it, but hoping that Balthazar would understand. Castiel closed his eyes, letting his hands wander around his partner's bare back, feeling the cold hair hitting the hot skin.

Castiel's hands slid down from Balthazar's shoulders to his waist, pulling him against his body. Balthazar nipped at Castiel's lisper lip, sucking it into his mouth before he left it go with a soft pop, kissing the stubbled jaw of Castiel who hissed as Balthazar began kissing down his chest. "See why... I-I'm so scared?" A small moan left his lips as Balthazar lightly nibbled on his nipple. Grinning up at Castiel, Balthazar pressed his palm down on Castiel's erection, watching as the man arched his back in pleasure.

"My turn." Balthazar growled out.

And all Castiel could do was gasp in agreement as Balthazar pulled down his sweatpants.


Hours later, when the dead of night was upon them, light streaming into their quaint apartments and the soft noises of cars passing on the road below, did a loud vibrating awaken the slumbering men. Castiel scrambled up, reaching for his cellphone, the harsh light of the screen illuminating the ceiling. Once he cleared his sleep fogged mind, Castiel glanced at the number and saw that it was blocked. An exasperated sigh left his lips as he unlocked his phone and ignored the call. He had no patience for prank phone calls at this time of the night.

As he watched the screen of his phone go black, Castiel placed the phone back on his bedside table and burrowed back under the covers to his original position. Balthazar's chest warmed his back and he pulled the other man's arm around his waist. Still mostly asleep, Balthazar's finger's trailed along Castiel's penis, wrapping his hand around the half flaccid organ, slightly erect with morning wood, and moved his hand from the base to the head a few time, twisting his wrist at the head in a way that drove Castiel mad with pleasure, bringing him to full erectness. Then the warm hand dropped off, cupping around Castiel's waist and pulling him closer to the man behind him.

"You tease." Castiel groaned, his eyelids fluttering shut with impending sleep. Balthazar just chuckled, placing a light kiss to his partner's shoulder before he fully fell back to sleep. Seconds later, Castiel jumped when he heard the loud vibrations of his phone against the wooden table top. Once again, pushing himself up and reaching for the phone. He grabbed it successfully on the first time, annoyance welling behind his sleepy eyes. He didn't bother to check who was calling, instead he answered it. "Hello?" His sleep laden voice cracked, his voice dropping a few octaves due to the rude awakening.

"Cas... Castiel, right?" The voice slurred, his drunken tone making it barely impossible for Castiel to make out the words. The voice may have been rough with alcohol, but he recognized it the second it began speaking.

"Dean." His sleep laden brain hadn't gotten any more that that, just focusing on the fact that his good sleep was being disrupted by his ignorant, annoying, and inconvenient boss.

"The one and only." There was an obvious smirk in the other man's voice, along with a hiccup and a soft swear as a loud noise of wood scraping along the floor created static through the phone. "Oh. Are you sleeping?"

Aggravated, Castiel snapped back into the phone, "I was." Balthazar moaned at the noise, rolling away from Castiel until his back was facing his partner, showing his obvious displeasure at the conversation going on just inches away. "Is there something you need, Dean. Something impertinent? Life threatening?"

A soft chuckle came through the phone and Castiel wished Dean was standing right there so he could strangle his boss with his own bare hands. He should have never taken this job. He hadn't even worked for the senator a full twenty-four hours and he already wanted to commit murder. "Yeah, Sammy's being a bitch and not letting me drive back from Bellus, so I was wondering if you would."

Another voice came through the phone, this one lower and he seemed to be more sober than the other one. "Jerk, it's Sam. You're in no condition to drive."

The phone seemed to have moved away from Dean's mouth because his reply seemed muffled and farther away. "Whatever, Samantha, you can't drive either."

"De-Senator," Castiel growled, interrupting the two brothers, he flopped back down on the bed, glancing at the alarm clock and saw that it was two in the morning. "There is probably someone more appropriate to ask for this task at this time of night. I can find a number to a local taxi service." A soft groan from Balthazar interrupted his train of thought as his partner placed his pillow over his head to block out the excess noise. "I'm sorry, Dean, I have to go, it's late."

The voice seemed closer and Castiel had to wonder if Dean had even listened to his excise. "Since I figured you worked for me now as my secretary you wouldn't mind this adventure. So, Bellus, okay? Be here in twenty minutes." The line went dead and Castiel found himself staring at his phone, replaying the conversation in his mind, trying to see how he had been forced into this.

Crawling out of bed, Castiel glanced around the room at the discarded clothes that left him and Balthazar naked in bed. Deciding it wouldn't be proper to go a fancy restaurant in Washington D.C. in his pajamas, he pulled on a pair of boxers and jeans, throwing on one of Balthazar's band t-shirts and a hoodie before he slid his feet into his running shoes. It wasn't often that he was out of a suit, but the past few months of unemployment had shown him how comfortable it was to lounge around the apartment in street clothes rather than his usual clothing.

As Castiel pocketed his cellphone and wallet he leaned over to the sleeping form of his boyfriend, peeling the pillow off his head and giving a soft kiss to Balthazar's cheek. "I'm taking the car, I should be back soon." A soft mumble escaped Balthazar's lips and Castiel leaned forward, "what?" He asked with a small smile on his lips.

"Where are you going?" He asked, turning his head a little so he wasn't speaking into the mattress, his eyes slitted opened, light blue sleepily peering out from under heavy lids.

Castiel chuckled, kissing Balthazar's cheek again, "I'm going to go pick up a dick."

The pillow was grabbed from Castiel's hand and placed back underneath the blond's head, his eyes slipping closed before he mumbled, "why, you have a extraordinary one already."

He ran his hands through his partner's hair once before he left the room, closing the bedroom door behind him quietly. He left a note on the kitchen table, stating where he was going and why. That was incase Balthazar woke up in a few minutes and forgot the conversation that had passed between them. He flipped the car keys up in his hand, exiting their apartment and locking the door behind him.