(4) September

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No matter how many days passed or how much attention Dean was paying, he just still couldn't wrap his head around his owner. Dean was as confused about him in a lot of ways as on the first day. It was pretty obvious almost from the start that Dean was not the kind of slave he wanted. Okay, so he could do all the work he was supposed to do just fine, but Gabriel did not know that when he bought him, so why buy him in the first place? Sure, he was cheap, but from everything Dean gathered so far, that was not something Gabriel had to worry about. He should not think about things like this, but the questions were still nagging his mind. Gabriel was a good master though so Dean would not start questioning him of course, so he kept his mouth shut.

It was past dinner and as per usual Gabriel asked for a bottle from his wine. Only Dean didn't find him in the living room. He blinked around once then headed towards the bedroom. Sure enough, the archangel was lounging on the bed with a book in his hand. Dean paused for a moment by the door before walking in to put down the bottle and the glass to the nightstand. Gabriel looked up from his book while Dean filled his glass. Yes, this was that other thing that puzzled Dean to no end. That look on Gabriel's face, the way his eyes locked on him or sometimes freely roamed. Again, if Gabriel wanted this kind of slave, why buy him? It made no sense at all.

Dean put down the bottle and was about to pick up the glass to hand it over when he heard the book land on the bed with a soft thud as Gabriel sat up, hooked a finger in his belt loop and tugged him closer. Dean let himself be pulled and once he was right next to the bed Gabriel put a hand on the back of his knee and dragged him down, almost picking him up for a moment to arrange him in his lap, with Dean straddling his hips.

The first time the angel showed off his real strength a few days ago Dean almost jumped out of his skin. He was standing by the counter while Gabriel drank his coffee when suddenly he got turned around. Gabriel picked him up – like he weighted nothing – and put him up on the kitchen counter. The surprised sound that came out of his mouth would've suited some little girl better. Gabriel laughed as he slid closer, settling between Dean's legs asking if Dean didn't know how strong angels were. Dean told him that he knew it, he was just surprised. He could literally feel his face heating up when the angel started chuckling again. Then of course Gabriel sealed his lips on his neck and Dean's face felt warm for a completely different reason.

'Why the frown?' Gabriel asked as he settled back against the headboard, his hands resting on Dean's hips.

'Nothing sir,' Dean answered.

'I got eyes, you know,' the angel answered. 'Speak up.' Gabriel's eyes lingered on his neck, where Dean knew were plenty of visible marks on his skin.

'I was just a bit lost in my thoughts,' Dean replied. 'It really is nothing.'

'Thinking about something in particular?' Gabriel asked.

'It's really not important.'

'Dean,' Gabriel had a way of saying his name, with a tone that said clearly that while this was no order for now, it could soon turn into one. Dean dropped his gaze a little.

'I'm just confused a lot about… the things you do,' he admitted, and then breathed out in relief when Gabriel chuckled in reaction.

'Well, I have never been accused of being predictable,' the angel told him. 'But what is there to be confused about?' Dean didn't know how to put it in words. He just had way too many "whys" in his head. He kept his eyes down, only just realizing that he let his hands rest on the angel's chest when he was dragged down.

'Ah,' Gabriel said. 'Still this one? My, you really don't get it, huh?'

Dean looked up at him and the question was out of his mouth before he could stop himself.

'If you wanted a catamite, why not buy a better slave? There were plenty of younger ones, I just…' his brain caught up with him so he quickly continued. 'I'm… sorry. I shouldn't ask.'

What the hell was wrong with him? He learned a long time ago how to be a good slave dammit, one did not ask questions like this from the master. You did what you were told and kept your mouth shut. He either got a hold of himself and soon, or he will be in a world of trouble, he was sure of that.

One of Gabriel's hands slid from his hip to the small of his back, then back again.

'Tell me something Dean,' he started. 'Do you really think I would enjoy holding some crying, scared boy like this?' he asked. Dean raised his head to look at him again. 'Young boys those slaves were, I might add, practically children. Now what exactly about them should I like, hm?'

Dean opened his mouth then closed it.

'Would you pull some scared little kid to your bed?'

'No,' Dean replied right away. He sure wouldn't, but…

'So, why do you think I would find doing that arousing?' the archangel asked then. His tone didn't sound angry, but it lost that hint of playfulness it carried almost always.

Dean dropped his gaze again. He really knew how to put his foot in his mouth, didn't he? He was smarter than this for crying out loud.

'Contrary to popular belief, not all beings are perverts,' Gabriel added and Dean dared to look up when he heard that the soft playful ring in his tone was back. Gabriel captured his gaze with his golden eyes and motioned him to get closer. Dean knew what he meant by that at this point. His heartbeat picked up just a little still, but he could lean in and seal his lips on the angel's without unease gripping his stomach tightly.

That evening, his second day, it was not just unease, it was fear, he was honestly fucking terrified for a moment. His first thoughts after he managed to get a grip were that; this was it, the other shoe had to drop, things seemed too good for there not to be something bad on its way. He remembered those slave girls back at his old master's house, how they looked after a night when they were ordered to the master's bedroom. He remembered how Bela cut up and scarred her own face just so that she didn't have to do it anymore. So yes, he was terrified, instantly. His old master never fancied boys or men, for which Dean was more than grateful. With Gabriel's lips sealing on his though, peering them open, while he didn't know exactly what his master wanted to do, he was sure that it would be bad.

Gabriel surprised him. He whispered soothing words, his hands were sure, but gentle on him and then he just kept kissing him, holding him close and keeping their lips together. He didn't order him to get undressed or pleasure him, just kept kissing him. And even when he let go, he just told him to go to sleep.

Dean didn't sleep much that night and after a few hours of thinking everything over, he figured his master changed his mind, decided that Dean was not to his liking after all. That made him relax, but he was of course wrong. Not a single day went by without Gabriel dragging him close, kissing his lips and running his hands down his sides or his back or cupping his cheeks. The second time it happened Dean was sure that his master would want more, would order him. He didn't. The next day Dean was even more sure, because what other reason would be there for him to touch him like this. And again, he was let go after some time and Gabriel just walked away. Dean's lips felt wet and sensitive, he was out of breath and completely and utterly confused. He just didn't know what to make of it.

He didn't get scared anymore when Gabriel drew in close, and that seemed to please his owner, it was obvious from the way his lips curled up into a smile. There were a few reasons for the lack of fear, but mostly… okay, so the kissing was not that bad. Okay, so it was actually kinda pleasant, okay so it was more than pleasant. Okay, maybe that time Gabriel put him up on the counter and sealed his lips on his neck and started kissing and sucking and licking on his skin, maybe his breath hitched and only a moment later did he realize how tightly he was clutching the back of Gabriel's shirt. Maybe the way his heart pounded was not from unease.

So Dean has never been with a man before, especially not with an angel. He has been with a woman, once, when he was nineteen and one of the older women his old master owned told him he was pretty and dragged him into the pantry. She was sold not long after. So Dean really didn't know what he was supposed to do, but surely he was supposed to do something, right? For now, he was sure that even if nothing else, Gabriel wanted him to kiss him, so he did exactly that.

Gabriel soon took charge of the kiss, his hand traveling up to hold the back of Dean's skull, angling his head to kiss him deeper. Dean opened his mouth and returned it. Yes, all the kissing was really not bad at all. When Gabriel let go of his lips after long minutes they were tingling with sensation. The angel turned his head and kissed his neck, and that sent a shiver down Dean's spine, just like before. He was already breathing harder than before, but now at the first feel of teeth grazing the skin under his ear, his breath caught in his throat and his hips rolled forward on their own accord. Some quiet noise escaped his mouth at the feel of that. His jeans felt tight, he was actually hard, but that was not the reason for it, but that he was not the only one. He could feel it, Gabriel's length, pressing up against him. It was strange to think about it, that he was the cause of that. So he said he would not find some young boy arousing, but he definitely found something in Dean that he liked, something that excited him.

Gabriel pushed his hips up a little and that small sound escaped Dean again.

'You like that?' he asked and Dean nodded, licking his lips. Okay, so pleasure was about the last thing Dean thought about in the past ten years. When your main concerns are getting enough food not to be hungry every day or trying to survive the night shifts during winter, this is something that's pretty far away from your mind. But right now? His skin felt too tight and way too hot, his heart was beating heavily in his chest. Kissing was not bad, other things would not be bad either, right?

Dean would've preferred to be kissing again, but Gabriel was not moving. Dean focused on him, but couldn't really read his expression. He was not about to stop, was he? No, he shouldn't be stopping, this was… this was definitely not bad and Gabriel could do more of it. Dean was absolutely sure that he was not in his right mind at the moment, because no way he would've dared to do what he did next otherwise. He leaned down and sealed his lips on Gabriel's neck, the same place where it felt good for him. He licked then sucked the skin into his mouth. Gabriel let out a deep pleased sound that Dean could feel in his chest. Taking it as permission, Dean kept kissing and licking on the skin there. He then moved further down on his neck, then to his throat and lower, until he reached the edge of his shirt. He was not that much out of his mind to not stop there and pull up to look at his owner again, his hand resting at the top button.

'Keep going,' Gabriel told him. Dean looked at him as he undid the first button, then his gaze drifted down when he moved to the next one. There was something about the slowly exposed skin that made him keep his eyes locked there, watching how his fingers moved down, undoing the buttons and tracing the edge of the shirt as it fell apart. He pulled the shirt out of Gabriel's trousers and slid his hands down on his front to get the material out of the way. This time he didn't look up to ask for permission before he leaned down to kiss Gabriel's chest then drag his lips up on his breastbone, his fingers spreading on his ribs. He felt so hot, like his skin would catch on fire at any second. His jeans were so tight now, he could feel his dick throbbing inside, begging for a touch. Maybe he could get that, if he did this well, Gabriel was a kind master in everything, surely he would not deny some release from him.

His lips ran over a nipple as he was inching up and Gabriel's stomach jumped just a little at it, so Dean went back and nipped and licked at it more, then at the other one. He was right, Gabriel's breathing picked up. Dean felt pleased about that, it was just, having such an effect on his owner, just by putting his mouth on him.

Gabriel's hands slid around him, pushing under his t-shirt, the thin material sliding up as the angel's fingers moved on Dean's sweat-slick skin. Dean had to raise himself up and the moment he did Gabriel yanked the material over his head and tossed it aside. The archangel's hands were back on him a second later, sliding up on his abs to his rapidly moving chest.

'You feel pretty good now, hm?' Gabriel asked and Dean nodded in answer. 'Want more?' he asked as his fingers moved down on his chest again, until the landed on his waist. Dean had to swallow to find his voice, also his brain was not really cooperating with him much at the moment.

'Please,' he answered and Gabriel pulled him down into a kiss. It was fast and wet and Dean tried to kiss back as best as he could. Then the angel's hands wandered to his backside and squeezed his ass. Dean moaned into his mouth in reaction and he felt how Gabriel's lips curled up into a smile.

'That's it, gorgeous, let me hear you,' he breathed out then reached between them and oh yes, his hand moved to Dean's slack. Dean might've moaned a little when the button was undone, he wasn't sure, his mind was not functioning… like at all. Then the zipper was pulled down and the pressure on his dick eased up. Gabriel didn't pull his jeans down, but slid his hand over his hardness gently.

'Gabriel,' he moaned out and only a moment later did it really register, but before he could try and scramble some of his brain back together to apologize the angel leaned closer and bit down on his ear a little.

'Keep saying my name like that,' he told him in a low voice. 'I like it.'

'Gabriel,' he said it again, breathing out the name. The angel pushed jeans and underwear out of the way and grabbed his hard dick. Dean moaned loudly, gripping the sheets with one hand, Gabriel's upper-arm with the other. He was overwhelmed, it's been so long since anyone touched him he didn't even remember how good it felt, and everything was just hot and heavy and he was way too gone to hold on no matter how much he tried. So when Gabriel stroked him, his grip tight and sure, that was it, he was over the edge. Pleasure ripped through his body locking his muscles up, a loud groan falling from his lips.

It took him a few moments to get his brain back in gear again. He was panting heavily, his forehead resting on Gabriel's shoulder.

'I'm sorry… I'm sorry,' he panted out after licking his lips. He shouldn't have come yet, but fuck, it was too much. Gabriel hummed.

'Been a while?'

'About ten years or so,' Dean answered as he tried to get his muscles to work.

'Oh, don't worry gorgeous, you are definitely forgiven,' the angel said then turned his head and kissed him. 'Such a shame too,' he said after he pulled away. He ran a hand down Dean's back again. 'Such a body deserves to be pleasured.'

Dean looked at him, and he felt how despite finishing just moments ago, there was heat pooling in his gut at the sight of the dark burning gold of the angel's eyes. He licked his lips and Gabriel mimicked the motion.

'Now,' the angel started and lifted his hips up again. Dean could feel his hardness, still very much present. His eyes shifted down then he looked back up.

'What do you want me to do?' he asked. Gabriel kept looking at him for a moment, deciding. Then he pulled Dean a little closer again and ran his thumb across his lower lip.

'I want your mouth,' he said. Dean was not naïve, he knew what he meant by that, but…

'I've never done anything like this before,' he said.

'I can tell you exactly what to do,' Gabriel answered and Dean felt how that heat he felt flared up a little more at the words. That was good. Orders, he could follow orders, he was good at that. He nodded and moved to put kisses on Gabriel's chest again then started to move downwards, which made him realize that he basically got his come all over his stomach, he really was surprised that Gabriel didn't get mad about such things. On the other hand the sight of it just fed the fire burning in Dean's belly more. He kept going down, not minding the slick spots one bit, licking away what got in his way, then he glanced up to see whether it got any kind of reaction out of the angel. The darkness in Gabriel's eyes was scorching and Dean really liked being looked at like this, no one ever looked at him like this before.

He moved down and undid Gabriel's belt then moved to get it open.

'First, you lick it,' Gabriel spoke up, his tone even, but deeper than usual. 'Lick until it's all slick and wet.'

Dean bit his lips as he got the angel's cock out of his trousers. Gabriel's voice felt like it was caressing his warm skin and he was clear enough on what to do. Dean leaned closer and licked. The underside first, slowly moving up to the tip, running his tongue over there too. Gabriel moaned a little at the first touch. Dean licked the soft skin, let his lips ran over a vein, following instructions. He dipped down to the sack too, licking there as well, moving his tongue over and around it.

'Lick your palm and fingers, then wrap your hand around it,' Dean looked up at the angel as he did how he was told. He was not surprised that the golden eyes were locked on him. He gripped the hilt, not resisting in moving his hand up and down a few times, watching how the slick flesh moved in his wet palm.

'Now your mouth,' the angel told him, his voice sounding a little more breathless. 'Keep your teeth out of the way.'

Dean licked his lips then wrapped them around the head, the taste of the angel filling his mouth again. He slid down to have a bit more in his mouth and Gabriel moaned again. One of his hands landed on Dean's nape.

'Move your head and start sucking, gorgeous,' Gabriel told him. Dean did and he was rewarded with another pleased moan falling from the archangel's lips. He started stroking the flesh he could not take in his mouth. His lips he kept tightly wrapped around it as he moved and soon there were breathy words and small moans coming from Gabriel. Praises most, he was enjoying himself. Never in his life did Dean feel more powerful, that he could coax such noises out of Gabriel with a flick of his tongue. There was desire building inside of him as he moved his head up and down, hollowing his cheeks and sucking on the hardened flesh. It was wet and messy, he was slurping a lot, but there was still drool running down on Gabriel's dick, making it even slicker.

'Take your hand away,' Gabriel told him, growled out practically. Dean obeyed right away. It made his job a little harder, but not much. There was no finesse to his movements, he was definitely sloppy and wasn't sure he did it right half the time, but it must've been good enough from Gabriel's reactions. The angel's hips twitched a little, but stayed still for the most part. That until Gabriel's breathing picked up even more. He must've been getting close and he didn't control himself as much, his hips started to thrust up into his mouth very lightly. He didn't push his dick inside that much deeper, there was just a little force behind it, just enough for Dean to feel it and it made him moan. Gabriel's hand moved up and his fingers twisted in his hair, gripping it for a moment, then his body went tense. Hot, salty fluid spread on Dean's tongue, some of it sliding down his throat. He wasn't really prepared for it so it made him gag, but Gabriel let go of him so he could pull off and cough. That might take some practice. He wiped his hand across his mouth after his throat settled, not feeling irritated anymore.

His wrist was gripped and he was yanked down, right on top of Gabriel, and he was kissed. His lips felt so very soar, but he kissed back. When the angel let go of him Dean could look down at his face. He looked sated and pleased, his face gentle with a barely there hint of a smile on his lips.

'Was that alright?' Dean asked. Gabriel smirked.

'You're a natural,' he answered. He looked up at him for a moment then patted the side of his thigh. Dean took the clue and got off of his lap. Gabriel gestured towards his bathroom. 'Get cleaned up and bring me a wet towel,' he said.

'Yes sir,' Dean nodded and got to his feet. Gabriel gripped his wrist again before he could walk further away thought.

'I think I told you that I like the way you say my name,' he said. Dean blinked at him, because he just never knew what would come out of his mouth, so damn unpredictable.

'Yes Gabriel,' he said. He smiled, then turned and walked over to the bathroom. He was standing by the sink wetting up a towel when he looked up at the mirror; his neck was full of hickeys, not surprising. Then he froze and realized; he was smiling. He honestly couldn't remember when the last time that happened was.

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