Oh, yeah, everything is unbeta'd. All my mistakes are my own.

Disclaimer: Kripke owns all Supernatural characters. I'm only borrowing them.

Pairing: Dean/Castiel - very graphic. This is my first attempt at something like this because this muse wouldn't leave me alone. Please let me know what you think, constructively.

Warnings: Rated M for swearing, graphic sexual content with S and M undertones, implied forced sexual torture and other adult subject matter.

Chapter 2 – The Heat

Castiel dismissed Gabriel from his mind as soon as the archangel moved out of his field of vision. He ignored the snaps and was only vaguely aware of the noise that sounded after the second snap. His whole being fixated on the man before him, the man he had such a profound bond with.

Somewhere way deep down in the back of his mind, he knew something was very wrong with him but, for once, he didn't care. His Father apparently was back and he had been a very bad angel. He was certain that he would not live past this night so he determined that he was going to follow his best friend's previous advice and allow that same friend to make good on his previous promise.*

Castiel closed into Dean's personal space, all the while his eyes hungrily devoured the delectable feast placed before him. He had always felt drawn to Dean in so many ways, including ones that he didn't understand. His human's soul sang out to Castiel and brightened Castiel's day whenever it was around. Dean's eyes always shown with such raw emotion. They always made Castiel feel so much, and made him want to feel more, so much more. His whole personality was an addictive drug that Castiel knew no cure for so he willingly succumbed.

Castiel slowly caressed Dean's left cheek as he stared into the brilliant green, dazed eyes before him. He moved his whole body within a couple of inches of Dean's erotically displayed body. He lowered his head forward and whispered reverently, "Dean."

Dean leaned into the soft, comforting touch then begged with a desperate moan, "Cass . . . please . . . please. . ."

Castiel shushed him softly and gently touched his chapped lips to Dean's dry ones. Cass slowly ran his tongue along Dean's lips, wetting them while taking in their shape and texture. He moaned softly as Dean's mouth opened to him.

Dean automatically opened his mouth to Castiel's kiss and tried to drink Castiel in. He was a mass of sensation. He was past the phase of wanting. He had also passed the phase of needing. He was in physical pain from the desire coursing through his veins and the hours, or days, he'd been stuck here as demon's plaything. Nothing seemed to be enough for the burning inside of him.

All that he really knew was that Castiel was with him now and Castiel would help him, no matter how much of a dick he had been before when he was on his god trip. Deep down, he'd always relied on Castiel and trusted him to take care of him. After all, Castiel had saved him from Hell. That was like the ultimate sign of faith and, for Dean, Castiel was the ultimate embodiment of faith.

The fact that he was currently French kissing a dude never crossed his fevered mind. He knew that Castiel was in a dude's vessel but Cass was Cass. That's all there was to it. And, deep down, he needed this so, so much. He needed his angel. How his angel wanted to be there for him didn't matter to Dean, although Dean did suspect that he would have at least asked a few questions, if it wasn't for the frantic desire coursing through his blood.

Castiel moaned longingly as Dean's slick tongue thrust into his mouth and proceeded to map out every inch of Castiel's mouth. He quickly copied Dean's movements as they fought for dominance that had already been dictated based on Dean's position. Castiel growled low at the knowledge that he had 'The Dean Winchester' at his mercy. Dean's reply moan sounded so wanton and submissive that Castiel's carnal lust spiked higher.

He delved deeper into Dean's mouth, pushing Dean into submitting everything to him. He mapped out Dean's mouth with the same thoroughness that Dean had applied to his. They continued to kiss in an intense mesh of lips and tongues until Dean had to break away to avoid passing out from lack of oxygen.

Castiel allowed Dean only a centimeter of room to breathe while Castiel nipped and tugged on his lower lip, causing louder moans and whimpers to force their way out of Dean's being against his permission. Castiel kissed his way down Dean's cheek and on down to Dean's neck while Dean panted and twitched within his bonds. Castiel licked the spot behind Dean's ear that he knew always turned Dean on. So what if Castiel enjoyed watching his human enjoy himself in his spare time.

"Please . . . Cass . . .," Dean begged breathlessly. The burning heat of desire reduced his abundant pride to shreds. "Please. . . hurts. . ."

Castiel moved back up to Dean's lips and claimed them again for a long, deep kiss. He reluctantly pulled back then gently nipped and tugged on Dean's lower lip. He knew that he was causing Dean's lip to swell with blood, giving his charge a more pouty expression, but Dean tasted so very good to him.

In between the playful nips, Castiel wondered aloud vaguely, "What hurts?"

Dean groaned again and leaned forward to capture Castiel's lips again with another kiss. They kissed again and there was another brief battle for dominance before Castiel pulled back and demanded, "What hurts, Dean?"

"My . . .," Dean started in an almost whine then flushed bright red with embarrassment. He had thought he was past pride but apparently not yet. There was still a little in him somewhere.

"Your what?" Castiel asked with confusion.

Dean swallowed thickly and licked his lips nervously then looked down. Castiel followed his eyes while his hand smoothed the way down Dean's sweaty neck then his sleek chest and abs, over the leather strip that circled his waist. Castiel heard Dean moan softly but could tell that was from pleasure this time. As his hand moved past Dean's abs and on down to the slightly courser trickling of hair in his groin area, Dean's moan became more edged and sharper. Castiel glanced back up into Dean's eyes and saw that he had reached the right conclusion.

"Please," Dean whimpered brokenly. "Please . . . I . . . I need . . . to . . . have to. . ."

Castiel leaned over and captured Dean's lips with another deep kiss before he lowered himself to his knees before his charge. The padded bench that Dean knelt on kept Dean at the right height for this. He reached out and slowly wrapped his hand around Dean's very swollen, hard cock. From his millennia of human observation, he could honestly say that Dean's size was impressive, both in length and girth. He was obviously fully erect but Castiel didn't think that the purplish color was exactly right for this particular body part.

Dean's head fell forward while he gave out a shuddering whimper at the touch. He'd been touched a lot over the past few hours without relief and he was so not looking forward to another round of that. He stared down at Castiel's intense expression and felt an immense bolt of arousal shoot through him as HIS angel studied him with such concentration. His heavy, sore cock twitched involuntary, transmitting its excitement over the audience that it now had.

Dean barely smirked and rasped out with slow sluggishness, "You gonna kiss it and make it better?" Castiel glanced up at him with a look that suggested that he was thinking about it. Dean wondered why this whole scene wasn't weirding him out.

In fact, it was having the complete opposite effect which made him wonder how he really felt about this angel. He was pretty sure that he'd never thought of kissing Cass before, or, at least, not when he was sober. He sighed heavily and wished he had the energy to figure this out. Hell, he wished he had the energy to shake his head but instead advised hoarsely, "Just . . . just untie me . . . so I can . . . take it off."

Castiel turned his gaze back to the flushed cock in front of him and saw the ring at the base that seemed to bind it up and cut off blood flow. He leaned in closer to examine the ring and Dean groaned with unfulfilled desire as Castiel's warm breath wafted over his very sensitive skin. Dean whimpered hoarsely, "Please, Cass."

Castiel huffed out impatiently in a light breath, "In a moment, Dean."

Dean felt more warm air ghost over his increasingly sensitive, needy cock and couldn't help another shudder of desire that shook his whole body. Castiel moved his hand up onto Dean's cock to move it a better position in order to continue his examination. Dean moaned and whimpered at the sensation, unconsciously his hips thrust forward into Castiel's hand. As his head fell back at the pleasure the motion invoked, he missed Castiel's very obvious smirk.

Castiel quickly figured out the contraption around Dean's cock and balls. He gave Dean's needy cock a couple of gentle tugs before leaning in close to breathe on it again. It twitched and hit Castiel in the face, causing Dean to glance down quickly. He saw Castiel's face right next to his cock then saw Cass's small pink tongue dart out and lick the tip of his cock. His eyes dilated and wanted to roll back in his head but he couldn't, wouldn't, look away from this once in a lifetime experience.

Castiel lightly tested the flavor of Dean's precum that oozed out of his abused cock. He rolled his eyes up to check on Dean and found intense, disbelieving green eyes staring down at him with lust blown pupils. He gave into his urge and swallowed the head of the cock down, giving it slow, swiping licks on the way. He'd seen enough in porn and over the millennia to know the basics of this act, even if he'd never actually tried it before.

"Cass," Dean mewled wantonly and tried to thrust deeper into the wet, intense heat that surrounded him but once again, he was too tightly bound. Pleasure swelled up within him again and he prayed that Castiel would release him soon. He couldn't take another not orgasm. He had to come this time. He just had to.

Castiel rolled his eyes slightly at the pleasure Dean's taste, actions and sounds were giving him. He knew what he was doing and hoped that Dean would understand later because this was major taking advantage of. He knew Dean didn't swing this way and was way too tied up in his macho identity to do any of this willingly.

None of that mattered to him right now. He needed this from Dean and doubted that he would be able to explain when the time came later, mainly because he doubted that he would still be alive at that point. This was his one chance to do this so he wasn't going to fight what he wanted. In fact, he was taking full advantage of the situation. After all, what did he have to lose at this point? As far as he was concerned, he was already dead.

Castiel sucked on Dean's thick cock, memorizing its heaviness on his tongue and the bitter salty taste on his tongue, before he moved his head up then down, allowing his tongue to map out every crevice and vein that blossomed on the perfect appendage. He hollowed out his cheeks and moaned lightly at what was coming as he tripped the mechanism on the cock ring binding Dean's cock. He felt it release and gently massaged Dean's balls as well as the base of his cock where the ring had made its marks.

"Oh, fuck," Dean exclaimed in loud ecstasy when he felt Castiel's massage in the perfect spot as well as all the sensation returning to his overly sensitive, engorged dick. Castiel moaned again and the vibrations were enough to send him over the edge.

"Holy shit. Oh, God. Cass! Fuck," Dean cursed hoarsely and rambled alternately while a massive orgasm shot throughout his body. He felt his balls tighten painfully then the intense painful pleasure as cum shot down his angel's throat, and, oh, God, if just thinking of how right, and wrong, that sounded didn't just make him cum more, he didn't know what would.

He felt like he was going to orgasm for the next hour as aftershocks kept oozing out of him. He felt Castiel swallow slightly around him in the beginning, causing his eyes to roll back in his head. White and black dots spotted his vision and his head slowly lulled down since he didn't have the energy to hold it up anymore.

He vaguely half opened his eyes when he felt the wonderful, moist warmth leave his cock. He whimpered in disappointment as he saw Castiel slowly lean back on his heels. His angel's lips glistened with saliva and his own cum. His angel cheeks reddened and slightly puffed out from sucking him off. That knowledge combined with the satisfied look on his angel's face caused his cock twitched with another aftershock and it shot another small load of cum in Castiel's face.

"Oh, geez," Dean moaned helplessly while his body trembled out of control. He felt one of the reasons for the additional shocks behind him, inside him, and insisted impatiently, "Cass. Untie me." Castiel glanced up at him curiously when Dean got hit with another shock and groaned in frustration, "Cass. Please. They . . . behind . . . shit, just untie me, damn it."

Castiel arched an eyebrow and stood gracefully, not bothering to wipe the cum off of his face, which Dean couldn't help but notice. Castiel moved behind him and noticed the slight, intermittent buzzing sound he'd been too oblivious to pay attention to before. He knelt down again and slowly moved his hand down Dean's muscular back that was actually more relaxed than it normally was. Dean sighed in soft pleasure at the soothing touch.

The buzz went off again, causing Dean to whimper slightly again. Castiel's eyes followed in the direction of the noise. His hand gently caressed the perfectly rounded globes of Dean's muscular ass. He carefully placed both hands on his charge's perfect ass, one on each cheek, then gently pulled them apart to peruse more of Dean.

Castiel found the cause of Dean's discomfort in the butt plug vibrator that had been placed up inside Dean. He gently pulled it out and Dean sighed with relief that he didn't know was short lived. Castiel leaned forward to view the reddened, puckered ring of muscles. He lightly touched the ring out of curiosity, causing Dean to moan in confused pleasure, plus a little pain from soreness.

"Cass?" Dean questioned weakly with weary confusion. Who knew that it could feel so good? Dean certainly didn't until now. Of course, that part of Dean had been played with for hours as well. If Cass had just looked to his left he would have seen a whole kit of 'toys' that had been used to play with Dean.

Castiel felt the lubrication that had been on the vibrator and found that most of it had been worn away. He cleaned the area with a touch and eased some of the soreness at the same time then he was ready to finish what he had started.

He moved his right hand back up to Dean's upper back and pressed forward between Dean's shoulder blades. Amazingly enough, the contraption that Dean was attached to shifted then locked into place with Dean leaning forward on his knees but supported by the ties across his shoulders which was also what his hands had been chained too.. Dean would have been on all fours if it wasn't for the ties holding his arms in place.

Castiel smiled slightly as he parted Dean's cheeks again and stared at that reddened, abused ring of muscle again. He took some of the soreness away but not all of it. Not yet. He reached behind his back and gently massaged some oil from his wings. He knew that he needed lubrication for what he was about to do and this was the best type to use. He wasn't about to use anything on Dean that the demon thing did.

"Uh, Cass," Dean started hesitantly. "Um, what are you doing, man?" As a response, Dean felt the tentative touch of something wet and warm, almost heated, on his abused entrance. "Cass?" Dean tried again as he jerked then attempted to ignore the delicious sensations starting to course through him again. The warm moistness coated the outside of his abused entrance then dripped sensually down inside his body, causing his softened cock to harden again.

Then he felt a warm, moist muscle circle his entrance and sink inside his body. Immediately he realized what it was and shuddered with overwhelming desire. Cass's tongue continued to thrust inside him and he would have hit the roof from the shock of it but his bindings didn't allow for that.

"Oh, shit," Dean mewled with delicious ecstasy as blood once again raced through his body, setting his being on fire. He felt himself become rock hard again. "Oh, man, no way." He hadn't had reaction time like this in some time, like years, like since he was a teenager.

He felt something else wet and warm drip inside him as Cass's tongue continued to stab into him, loosening the muscles inside him. Pleasure filled him to the brim so he stopped asking questions. He tried to thrust back onto the tongue that teased him but he couldn't move much with his bonds. He whimpered and moaned desperately, "Fuck, Cass, untie me. I want . . . I want to touch you. I . . . I want you . . ."

Castiel slipped a finger into Dean as he continued to tongue him open. His finger slipped in easily so he slipped in another up to his second knuckle. He pressed them in further with his tongue opening the way. He flexed his fingers and scissored them to make sure Dean was open enough for what was about to happen.

"Oh, shit, damn," Dean mewled wantonly. "Castiel. Cass. Oh, man, please tell me you are using lube or something." He clenched his muscles slightly, trying to keep the fingers in him. He felt so empty when they left, especially with the butt plug and everything else that had been up in him during the last few hours.

A third finger slipped into him and the fingers flexed again, brushing against that already abused spot deep inside him. He was already mindless with the driving need to be fucked and that sent him over the edge. He didn't care anymore if how he sounded as he begged hoarsely, "Damn it. Enough, Cass. Just stop teasing me. Fuck me already. Please. Fuck. I want you in me. Now. I want to feel you. Deep. God, Cass. Please."

Castiel pulled back and verified with a deeper, hoarser voice, "Are you sure, Dean?"

"Shit. Yes. God, yes. Anything. Please. Cass," Dean panted, mindless with arousal. "Want you in me. Please, man. God. Need to be fucked so bad."

"As you wish, Dean," Castiel intoned emotionlessly and completely at odds with the winning smile on his face. He mentally willed away his clothes and used more of his wing oil to slick up his own swollen cock. He moaned low in his throat at the pleasure that coursed through him at the motion. Castiel pulled his slick fingers out of Dean who whimpered and trembled with need underneath him.

Castiel paused for a moment to admire the trembling man before him. His muscular back tensed with anticipation while his thighs and ass shook slightly with the unfulfilled desire to be claimed. His human shuddered like a mare in heat waiting to be mounted by a stallion. The analogy caused a smirk to form on Castiel's face.

Dean whimpered again and tried to force his hips backward, like an impatient little mare, or bitch. Castiel held Dean's sweet ass cheeks open and lined the head of his oil slick cock up with Dean's well prepared entrance. He stared hungrily at the reddened, puckered hole that had been worked so open and couldn't wait to fill it. He watched it clench unconsciously with the need to be filled and pressed forward into Dean's slick entrance.

Dean felt a definite larger than three finger cock at his sore entrance but he didn't care anymore. He moved his hips back as far as his bonds would allow, desperate to be filled, but only managed to get the very tip into him. He moaned in unison with Castiel while Castiel slowly pushed himself further into Dean's hot, tight hole. Castiel's hands gripped Dean's hips tight enough that they both knew that he would have bruises for days after this. Neither one of them would admit that they were turned on even more by that fact.

"Dean," Castiel breathed out. "So tight. So hot and tight. Oh, Father. Thought you were opened up but . . . you feel like a skin tight glove. Heavens."

"Shit," Dean groaned roughly then mewled unconsciously, very conflicted at the moment. Pleasure filled him at Cass's massively, thick cock entering him but he was sore and, geez, he never thought he'd ever catch but, God, did he wish Cass would just give him what he wanted, Cass's cock shoved all the way into him. "How big are you, man? You feel like a freakin' tree trunk." He rolled his head back, arching unconsciously, and panted lightly through the soreness. "At least, touch my cock or something."

Castiel smirked slightly and challenged breathlessly, "What? Can't take it? Bitch." Dean couldn't help the tremor that went through him at that rough, sexy voice calling him that name in that tone. God, that's exactly what he felt like. A needy, slutty bitch in heat. What the hell did they do to him? He clenched again unconsciously and moaned at the feel of his muscles grabbing Cass's cock. "Shit, Dean. So tight. Do that again."

Castiel thrusted forward abruptly and bottomed out then paused to let Dean adjust to his size and feel. He was sickly thankful that Dean had been opened up at least as well as he had been by the demon and its vibrator, even though he wanted to smite the creature for touching his hunter. He shook off the feeling as he waited for a signal from Dean, slowly caressing his human's back and ass while he waited.

He knew that he used enough of his wing oil that it should be taking hold within Dean's tight ass. It would be stimulating it while numbing some of the pain at the same time. It had a hormone in it that acted like an aphrodisiac to humans, or so he had heard. He slowly started to pull back out when Dean pushed back on to him.

"Holy crap," Dean exclaimed incredulously, feeling desire burning within him from right where Cass was. "What the hell?" Castiel smirked and pulled his hips back then thrust his hips all the way forward again. Dean keened wantonly, as pleasure shot through his body from that special spot inside him, and everything else within him. He begged desperately, "Again. Do that again. Just like that."

"As you wish," Castiel agreed cockily while he pulled back and pounded into Dean again, harder this time.

"Yes. Oh, God. Yes. Harder," Dean begged like a bitch in heat, losing himself in the deep seeded pleasure pulsing throughout his body as he felt Cass thrust balls deep inside him again. "More, Cass. Fuck. More. Fuck me hard."

"As you wish," Castiel taunted again but more smugly then pounded harder into Dean. If he used a bit of his grace to make it feel even harder and deeper, then who was to know? He groaned at the pleasure flowing through him and his vessel. Including his grace in this act made it immensely more pleasurable to him since he wasn't only feeling it through a filter now. Between his grace and vessel, he felt it twice as much and it still wasn't enough.

"Quit quoting 'Princess Bride', will you? I'd rather hear porn then chick-flicks right now," Dean groaned softly while he tried to hold on to his sanity. So much pleasure built up inside him that he felt himself losing control. He felt his balls and stomach tighten as Cass continued to quite literally pound his ass, and he loved every second of it. He started to feel a tingling sensation all around his skin like electricity in the air but he fought it. He didn't want this to end yet. Hell, he wanted it to continue forever. It felt so freakin' amazing.

"Bitch. My little bitch," Cass mumbled behind him as he pulled Dean back hard on to his cock. "Is that better, Dean? Calling you my little bitch because that's what you are right now."

Dean moaned wantonly, unconsciously tightening his channel every time Castiel called him that and completely unaware that he leaned over even more offering more of his ass up to Cass to pound, just like a good little bitch. He panted through his moans and mewls, wishing Cass would go deeper, harder. He wished he was free so he could climb on top of that massive cock and ride it, cowgirl style. He couldn't ever remember being this horny in his entire life.

Castiel leaned back slightly and watched Dean's tight hole grip his cock as he pulled back out. "That's it, bitch. Pull my cock back into that hot, tight hole. You should see how greedy your hole is for me, Dean. How it grips me and pulls me back in, like the greedy little slut you are. You are so beautiful, panting for air while you grind your ass on my cock like a starved bitch in heat. You can't get enough of my cock, can you?"

Dean mewled with desperation and need while Castiel talked, oh, so dirty to him. Who knew an angel of the Lord could have such a filthy mouth? And, damn, if that didn't just turn Dean on all the more so that he was thrusting back to Castiel as hard as he could within his bonds.

"Dean," Castiel moaned desperately, feeling the end coming way too soon. He slapped his hand over his mark on Dean's shoulder. He gripped Dean's shoulder tight then ordered harshly. "Come, Dean. Come for me. Now!"

"Oh, Fuck!" Dean exclaimed incredulously as white hot pleasure filled his entire world, vision and all. Immense ecstasy, the likes of which Dean had never known before, flowed through him, infiltrating in entire body. His best orgasm ever ripped from him with the mind numbing intensity of a class five tsunami. "Cass," he yelled in pleasure when his cock shot out all the cum it had left in it. Vaguely, he felt some hit his chin but he didn't care anymore.

Castiel felt Dean's muscles contract and pulse around him, forcefully milking all of the cum out of him that it could. He tried to hold on while he continued to thrust hard into the increasingly tight, hot, spasming body below him but he didn't have the experience to fight it. He growled with pure animal instinct then leaned over and bit Dean on shoulder where his neck met up with it, right under the black leather collar.

Dean's eyes rolled into the back of his head as Castiel bit down hard on his shoulder and he shot another wad of cum out in response to being so marked before falling limp, drained past the point of exhaustion. Only his bonds held him in the same position that he had been in. Otherwise, he was completely boneless. Even his eyes unwillingly closed in utter exhaustion.

Castiel continued to bite down hard while his vessel's body squirted cum into his charge's body, completely coating Dean's insides with the paint of his essence. Castiel's eye rolled back in his head at the pleasure coursing through his body. Now, Castiel had marked his charge three times over.

"You are thrice marked. By me. You are mine. Completely," Castiel intoned religiously, completing the long forgotten ritual then adding his own personal touch, thanks to the influence of the cocky, mouthy hunter that he was currently buried balls deep in. "My. Little. Bitch."

(*) = Let me know if you remember what promise Dean made Cass that he is referring to in this chapter? What episode was it?

Please read and review. Again this is my first time for this type of graphic fic so please be nice.