Author's Note:
Aha! Threatening does work lol Also I will keep those to a minimum lol begging seems to work sometimes too so they'll be interchangeable XD
Even in the last five years of torment from the Freedom Fighters, six including the year that they first started out, Crystal Wings and the entire Angel Enslavement Industry fought hard against the wave of anti-angel binding that seemed to have swept over everyone. Granted with the combined effort of the Freedom Fighters, their aggressive stance and protesting, with the interest and knowledge that Dean and Castiel had instilled in the general public, Crystal Wings struggled. People didn't buy as much, not as many were interested in the products, some even asked for refunds on their equipment.
This meant more drastic measures needed to be taken, more people needed to be interested in the different fields that enslaved angels could be offered in. Of course, all of that meant that more research needed to be done, newer and better toys needed to be invented, better controlling devices and easier to use capturing mechanisms. All of this led back to the testing facilities, angels would have to be used to test devices, toys, environments, and other things like that. The market was theirs; they just needed to seize it again, back from the meddling twerps and their angels.
The fifth world tournament that Dean and Castiel would participate in was fast approaching. It'd been just over five years, almost six, since the two first met and trained together. Along the way they'd challenged every tournament they could, finding that the one on one wasn't as difficult as the two on two. If it were just angel vs. angel Castiel would win hands down, he and Dean had a perfect bond, the strongest one ever conceived. When the fight involved Dean facing off against the other human it was a little trickier, Dean's attention span had gotten so much better but there were times where their bond had failed miserably, almost like their first training sessions with Mrs. Milton alongside Chuck and Anna.
Castiel would scold Dean for not concentrating; he'd thought they were past this stage. Dean would counter with something along the lines of 'he'd never had to concentrate will running away from a giant before'.
The idea during the two on two fights was that both the human and angel would win their own matches, or whoever was left standing, be it the whole team or just one member of the team, their team would win. Castiel always found it to be a stupid thing, really. Mostly because if the humans could last long enough against one another and let the angels duke it out, whichever angel won would pretty much determine the match. In his opinion it wasn't much different than it usually was, aside from the fact that Dean needed to work on his focus again.
In the middle of their sixth year together, the discussions about the fifth world championship tournament flared up and it was sounding like it would be an all out battle royal. Though rumours tended to fly around a lot these days, it was also being said that the humans would be put in mortal danger, possibly caged for each match so the angel had to free them but fight at the same time. There were a lot of things being said, Dean didn't let himself get overly excited anymore, not like the first year and not like the second. He'd gotten to the point where he'd stress out to his wits end, trying to train for anything and everything. It just wasn't possible to be ready for it all.
"You feeling alright?" Castiel strolled across their living room, they'd moved in together a year or two back. Apparently winning tournaments not only got you some fame but you won a fair amount of money, too. Castiel's eyes lingered on Dean's, that cool piercing blue just drifting there. He elegantly glided across the room to where Dean sat on the sofa; a beautiful silk robe hung open from his shoulders and caressed his naked hips. Castiel had never been a fan of clothing and when at home preferred to stay as naked as possible. Dean only asked that he wear something that could be closed if company happened to arrive, since it often did.
"I'm good," Dean smiled up at the concern etched in Castiel's face; his angel always asked him that during the pre-tournament season. "Get over here, gorgeous," Dean took Castiel's wrist and tugged him over, nestling the nudist angel in his lap. "How are you feeling?"
Castiel laughed lightly and kissed Dean, a slow and passionate motion that sent shivers down Dean's spine. "I'm alright, though I wish…" He looked down at his left hand, the one that Dean had already long put an engagement ring on. "I wish they'd just let us."
"In our minds we already are, Cas. The rest is just a formality for everyone else." Dean kissed Castiel's jaw, trailing down the soft flesh of his neck and causing little bumps of excitement to sprout up.
Castiel moaned softly and wriggled to sit up. He slung one leg over Dean's lap and adjusted himself to straddle his fiancé, shuffling a little closer to make sure he wouldn't fall off backward. "But still," he whispered, leaning in close to Dean's face and resting their foreheads together, his eyes lingered on the sight of their noses touching before flicking up to stare into those beautiful hazel orbs. "I want everyone else to see it too, to see that you are mine just as much as I am yours."
Dean reached around and cupped Castiel's rear as a little better support for his angel. "We will yet, just give them time."
"We've given them 5 years already, how long do I have to wait?" Castiel whined gently, his lips brushing past Dean's with a sensual nature and an edge of his sexuality.
Dean smiled and nuzzled his cheek against Castiel's, "Be patient, it's not like we're any less together now than we would be. We'll show them all soon enough, when we legally get married we know we're winning, okay? Just gotta be patient."
Castiel growled in frustration with Dean's answer and lack of physical responsiveness, his hips ground forward in a sort of lazy roll; he licked his lips and continued the slow thrust forward, eyes never leaving Dean's. "How did you want to pass the time then?"
Dean looked up and down the slender, wanting body perched on top of him, perfection etched in every detail and lust nearly physical enough to drip from the skin. "I think you've already got that planned out." Dean smiled and looked back into Castiel's watchful gaze, his hand slipped between his angel's spread thighs and slowly stroked the aching, hardened flesh waiting there.
Castiel bit his bottom lip and closed his eyes with a stifled gasp, a moan rumbling in throat. "Fuck…" he groaned breathily and ground his hips forward again; a deep blush stained his cheeks as he grew warmer.
That slow, beautiful sway of Castiel's body was enough to hypnotize Dean, watching the subtle shift in his angel's muscles and the expressive features of Castiel's face was better than going to the movies sometimes. Castiel's mouth would fall open, his eyes would close to focus better on the feeling, and the smallest, most adorable little gasps and squeaks would escape him. Just gorgeous. What he didn't notice until that moment was Castiel's sneaky little magic trick, with just a wish the angel could remove Dean's clothes, discarded off to the side of the room. He didn't complain though, it was nice to feel those soft, tender thighs pressing against his skin. It was also a treat for his dick, which had been suffering; pinned down thanks to the jeans he'd been wearing.
Dean watched Castiel straighten up and gracefully slip the thin robe from his shoulders; he arched and leaned back as his hips continued their smooth thrusting pattern, letting out a long and appreciative moan. Castiel wet his fingers, sucked on them slowly, and deliberately glanced up at Dean with that seductive look speckled all over his striking blue eyes. Castiel's tongue flicked up and over his fingers until they were acceptably soaked with saliva, he removed them from between his lips with a pop and bent forward. One hand firmly planted on the back of the couch to support himself while the other proceeded to prod at his entrance, circling it slowly and carefully.
Castiel mewled softly as he pressed his finger inside, Dean gasped lightly as he watched. Castiel had never gone to the extent of prepping himself or touching himself for that matter, it was something that Dean liked to do so usually Castiel didn't bother. Dean realized now that not letting his angel explore his own body was a bit of a mistake, Castiel was losing himself in the touch of his own hand. His fingers curled into the edge of the sofa and he leaned forward against Dean's chest, moaning louder as he attempted to finger fuck himself though there was no way he could get enough out of it.
Dean smiled, knowing that Castiel had long put at least three fingers in for more. He took his hand off the painfully erect penis, a movement that Castiel groaned a frustrated complaint over. Dean reached around and adjusted himself appropriately before forcing Castiel's hand out, mostly ignoring the enraged snarl he'd earned for doing that too. "Shh," Dean hushed him and firmly grasped his hips. He paused to enjoy the eager twitches and thrusts that his angel couldn't help, the pathetic and needy moans only added to the view.
"I always make you beg," Dean mused aloud.
Castiel only pressed his cheek against Dean's in response, his mouth open and gasping into Dean's ear, his breath hot and heavy and sending shivers down Dean's back. "Please…" he whimpered.
"I will, but I want you to jerk yourself off during." Dean leaned back to look at the wrecked expression on his lover's face.
Castiel nodded quickly, "Yes, just-"
Dean forced Castiel's hips down and onto his cock, burying himself deep inside Castiel's hot and tense ass, his angel's muscles flexing and tightening around him. Castiel's legs trembled for a moment but he started bobbing himself up and down, slamming back onto the hard, thick length of Dean's dick, over and over again. He groaned gruffly, his voice causing another shiver of excitement along Dean's spine.
Castiel's hand fumbled until he found his cock, aching and in desperate need of attention. He'd jerked Dean off several times before but it was a little different to do it to himself, he was in control of how much pressure he put on himself, how much he wanted to tease and how fast he would stroke. Dean could get off on watching his angel masturbate; fucking Castiel up the ass while voyeur-ing didn't hurt anything, though. Dean grunted and held off, wanting to see how much Castiel could get out of himself before coming and possibly ruining it for finishing too soon. The cutest thing happened repeatedly, though. Every time Castiel was really close to getting to his limit and tumbling over the edge he'd lose focus on his hand and slow his pace, he'd whimper at himself and try again with the same result.
Dean didn't want to stop Castiel but it was too damn adorable to not help, as much as he wanted to watch his angel squirm. Dean thrust harder, slamming into Castiel's prostate with more force than the angel had been expecting, his body jerking almost as if he'd been electrocuted. A pleasured cry ripped from his throat, a wrecked sound that was cut short by another and another, his hand doing its best to keep up. Soon enough he blew his load, several strong bursts of come splattering between them and drenching their chests. Castiel arched backward as he shuddered and spasmed, screaming Dean's name among other things.
Dean managed one last thrust before he painted the pounded insides of Castiel with a few milky coats of white. He dropped back against the couch with a sigh, Castiel collapsing onto him, completely ruined.
"You're incredible," Dean hummed, his hand reaching up and running through the sweat-dampened mess on Castiel's head.
Castiel didn't respond, instead he just remained motionless pressed against his fiancé's chest, listening to the slowly steadying heartbeat. Dean smiled and slowly slipped himself free from Castiel's entrance, knowing full well there was a slow, hot mess leaking down the angel's thighs. He ignored it and curled Castiel up in his lap again, adjusting Castiel's legs to be splayed over the couch and supported his angel's upper body against himself, letting the poor thing sleep.
Dean turned the TV on, keeping it mostly on silent so as not to disturb Castiel's post-sex nap. He flipped to the Angel Watch channel where anything angelic was covered these days; he frowned at a commercial recently put up by Crystal Wings about a new product. He didn't bother paying attention to what it was, kissing Castiel softly until the program came back on. Speculation and rumours about the new tournament were obviously covered in the first few minutes though nothing new had been released yet so it was hard to cover it for very long. An image of Dean and Castiel from a month ago, when they had finished in a minor tournament, engulfed the screen for a moment. Dean smiled; looking at their dynamic on TV always seemed more epic than it did during the moment. He had to wonder who on earth had been taking those snapshots and how they always managed to get decent angles without one of them looking completely retarded. Probably Photoshop, or something.
He half listened, as their stunning victory was discussed, short clips of the most awesome moments were aired. Dean shook his head, watching the way Castiel's wings flexed at just the right angles to deflect oncoming projectiles, defending Dean with amazing agility. "I've been seriously lucky," he muttered quietly, stroking Castiel's head again. His angel saved his life more often than anyone else, in more ways than one. Without Castiel there with him Dean didn't know what he'd do, how anyone could ever give away their angel was a mystery to him, though the biggest mystery was how anyone could ever hurt their angel. Castiel was a sweetheart, a stubborn and reckless person, sure, but he had a heart of gold and would die for his loved ones. The fact that he went through so much between the societal loopholes and tournaments and asshole people proved it. Castiel put up with him, for God's sake, Dean wasn't sure how some of the time though he knew full well that Castiel was just as much in love as he was.
"In other news, Crystal Wings has been suffering a great deal due to the recent actions of the rebel group known as the Freedom Fighters. They've had to close down several facilities after a devastating blow to their bank accounts; the only hint that anyone had hacked into the system was left on purpose, a deliberate message displayed for the company and its counterparts. We've managed to snag a recording of the video left behind, we'll play it for you shortly."
Dean stared at the TV as the screen shifted to a 'stand-by' set up as the clip was set up. "You're kidding me?" He muttered, adjusting the volume a little to hear it as best he could.
The TV flickered for a moment but soon a silhouette appeared, a tall figure walking closer with a bright light shining behind him. From the sound of his footsteps Dean knew that there was some kind of sound scrambler on, of course there was. Why would someone who'd committed all of those destructive crimes and who had just stolen one of the biggest corporations money, show their face and clear voice in a recording? It was stupid.
"I'm sure you know what we've done by now, what we're capable of. Our numbers have only grown in the past six years and every day there's at least ten new faces eager to join our cause. We've taken down every head office you've set up, we've destroyed every testing facility you've ever made, and we're not done yet. Your funds have been revoked, a privilege you've lost. We're more than willing to destroy you as a whole and soon we'll hand a little gift over to the public on your behalf. Because, you see, you should have been scared a long time ago."
The video cut out, the tall and, Dean had to admit, pretty intimidating head speaker of the Freedom Fighters had gotten allowed a minor shift in the light to reveal a knowing and devious smirk. Dean shuddered and turn the TV down again, what on earth could those psychopaths be planning? What were they accomplishing by blowing up one mega company? There'd be more to take its place, or at least there would have been. Dean figured that he and Castiel had been shifting some important worldly opinions in the past few years.
"That was a little frightening," Castiel lifted his head, a gentle wave of his hand and draft over their bodies told Dean that Castiel had cleaned off the sexual mess, apparently not in the mood for a shower at that point.
"It was," Dean kissed Castiel's cheek, "But what can we do about it? They're kind of… crazy."
"Yes…" Castiel stared at the TV as the woman anchor seemed to ask the same questions Dean had been puzzling over. Something about that man, the leader of the Freedom Fighters, was familiar, "I kind of like him though."
"Seriously?" Dean stared with disbelief, "You're kidding, he's a murderer."
"From what I've heard they've actually evacuated every human from the buildings they've destroyed, if there were any inside at the time. There are several videos online from people who were inside when the Freedom Fighters arrived, apparently they'd been forced out and tied down until the rebels' plan had been carried out. Very interesting, you should watch some of them some time." Castiel reasoned calmly, "And he's attacking places that are killing my brothers, I like him."
Dean couldn't argue with Castiel, it was one he wouldn't win anyway. "I just don't like how they're going about it." He sighed.
Castiel nodded, "Yes, well he's doing it one way and we're trying another. We have nothing to do with one another so let's just see who's scenario plays out better." He nuzzled Dean's cheek decidedly and started to stretch. "Let's go for a walk," he nearly purred, pawing at Dean's face.
"You sure? People like to harass us out there." Dean smiled though he already knew that he'd go, how could he ever say no to Castiel?
"I don't mind, I just want to walk with you." Castiel smiled, a bright sort of twinkle in his eyes. "Please?"
"Of course, anything you want." Dean started to get up, "Where'd you put my clothes?"
Castiel giggled and hurried up the stairs only moments before Dean bounded after him, slapping at the naked rear end in his face.
Author's Note 2:
You guys are awesome, as always :D Thank you *bows* And some of your comments made me blush _ thank you
Figured I'd give you one of these chapters, I did promise hot sex scenes after all ;)
More Sam next chapter, keep your eyes peeled for chapter 4!
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