Chapter 2 – Exploring

Crowley was standing in front of the mirror, admiring his new face. He could hear Castiel screaming at him in his mind, but he just smirked. "Now, now, love. Can't have you escaping," he said aloud, marveling at his new voice. It had been a while since he'd had a body not predisposed to the Cockney accent. He'd have to adjust his vocabulary if he wanted to pass as Castiel, but for now, no one was watching who didn't already know who he was. He glanced around at the remaining Enochian on the walls. "Seeing as how we're going on a bit of a field trip, seems we're gonna have to make these symbols portable to keep you in place."

He had left most of the tattered and bloody clothes by the table that his new meat suit had been attached to for so many days. He looked back at the mirror, wearing only a torn pair of dress pants. He let his mind drift for a moment as he admired his new body. It seemed this angel had pretty good taste in vessels. He let his fingers run across the skin of his chest and feel their way down his abs, enthralled by the smooth motion of the muscles just under the surface. Oh, he would have fun with this body.

"Right," he said, snapping his hands to his sides suddenly as he remembered what he was doing. "Binding sigils." He walked back to his tool trolly and found a small penknife. Perfect.

Back in front of the mirror, penknife in hand, he began work. On the right hip, just above the waistband of the pants, he carefully copied the remaining symbols from the walls, carving them into his stolen flesh. That should hold the angel back. He would be conscious and aware of everything that was happening to his vessel, he would be able to see and hear and feel everything that happened to him, he would be screaming internally about it, and he would be powerless to regain control. The ultimate bondage.

Now.

The angel was restrained. There was no getting out. All he could do was complain. He had this new toy to play with for as long as he wanted, so long as the hunter and his moose didn't catch up with him. So why not have a bit of fun, first? And hey, if he could get a head start on horrifying the angel, all the better.

Crowley snapped his borrowed fingers and was suddenly in his bedroom. He sat down on the bed, and he could feel Castiel trying to work out what he was doing. Poor naïve sod.

He lay on his back and looked at the mirror hung on the ceiling. What a work of art this body was. No wonder he'd gotten attached. Time to live out a fantasy or two, and see if he couldn't make his angel squirm.

His hands started roaming again. Fuck, this body was gorgeous. He made a mental note to claim Jimmy Novak for Hell if he ever found the man's soul. No way he was letting this get away. This skin was so smooth, the muscles so perfect...not annoyingly overgrown, like that lumberjack of a hunter. Just defined and shapely and not bulging. Speaking of bulging, though, he definitely felt a warmth growing down below as his hands made their way down there.

Now he could feel the angel protesting. The little caged bird had finally figured out where this was headed. "Oh, come on Castiel," the demon muttered. "You can't tell me you've never tried this."

How dare you take my vessel like this, Crowley, Castiel growled in his head.

"Oh, say that again," the demon replied cheekily. "I do love it when you get all controlling." He unbuttoned the dress pants and pulled them down along with the briefs underneath. He took a moment to be impressed with the size of what he found there. He found himself jokingly wondering if Jimmy had ever made a deal with someone for that. He always loved possessing bodies he found this attractive. All he had to do to get hard was look in a mirror. "Now, let's teach you a lesson or two about how to have fun, shall we?"

He took hold of himself and began to stroke, slowly and tantalizingly, making sure the angel was feeling every little tingle as well. "How do you like that, darling?" asked Crowley.

Castiel was quiet, lost between shame and confusion.

"I thought so." Crowley smirked and began to quicken his pace. Fuck, this body...he could tell how long it had been since it had done anything like this, and he was so turned on already...this wouldn't take long. He let a light moan slip out through his parted lips. It wasn't just the look of this body, it was the feel. It felt so...innocent. So pure. So deliciously corruptible. Sure, Jimmy wasn't a virgin, but having an angel inside you for so long tended to change some things. He gave an involuntary shiver at the thought of the angel now inside of him. He was getting close, now.

Did you just think of me? Castiel's voice asked in his ear, sounding equal parts horrified and embarrassed.

Oops. Didn't mean for him to see that. Oh, well. In for a penny, in for a pound. Let's make the angel really squirm.

"Yes, Castiel," Crowley said with a growl, looking into his reflection's eyes and seeing the trapped creature looking back at him in horror. "Castiel..." he moaned. He could feel how uncomfortable he was making his prisoner, and that got him even more excited. He was so close, now.

"Cas...Castiel...CASTIEL!" he roared as he came, the angel's name coming surprisingly easily to his lips. Every muscle in his body was tensed up in ecstasy. He hadn't come this hard by his own hand in centuries. Damn, that angel...well, that was exactly what he hoped to do.

Castiel was trapped in his own mind. What was Crowley going to do to him? He had a strong connection into the demon's mind, now, but the specifics of his plans were kept guarded. He knew what the eventual goal would be, though, and he knew he would only last so long against Crowley's depraved imagination. He just hoped he could hold out long enough for Dean to find him and then find a way to warn him before Crowley did something...untoward.

Dean...Castiel tried not to think about Dean too much. He had grown so fond of the man, and he wanted so badly to fix things with him. He had even thought of offering himself to the hunter in a physical way, as a sort of penance, but he didn't think the hunter would accept it. Too bad, really, as it would also serve as a way to fulfill the sorts of desires he had never known before meeting his human friends, the sorts of desires Crowley was now playing with.

He just hoped he'd figure a way out before it was too late.