The warm fuzzy water flowing on Castiel's body eased his senses. His inner turmoil, for the moment, dormant, wouldn't take long before raging again. His thoughts were unassembled, his being was unassembled, he himself was unassembled. He needed time. Time to make out his situation, something beyond the elements of his wildest dreams. He didn't even know where to begin from. Such blatant dominance…. Brutality. He blocked his mind from assessing the situation further. Only when he was out of this.. cage, would he ponder and sigh in relief.
Sighing heavily, with forlorn eyes and a languid face, he came out, a white soft towel draping below his gleaming torso. He looked around the room, with calculating eyes yet a silent mind. He spot some sort of attire, kept right outside the door, folded neatly and kept on the cushiony chair. He utterly cringed at the sight of undergarments. Quickly, taking them up in his hand, he went inside the bathroom again, and wore came out for the clothes and went again, and put them up. His heart was beating fast again. He would have to meet, see Dean again when he goes out, it was a possibility…..
Clenching his fists he came out and was met with the sight of an old, stern-looking, butler that was staring at him intently. No words came out of his mouth. The butler seemed macabre, like the mansion and its people itself.
The butler then said to him, "Young Master, my Master has asked your presence for breakfast. Seeing you are ready, I will lead you to the room, he's waiting for you there."
Castiel frowned. He didn't want to have breakfast here, with him.
"I don't want….."
He was stopped by eyes looking sternly at him.
"Young Master. I will not repeat it more than once. Don't anger my master. He will be so, if you do not come. For the sake of people and their lives, don't. Don't ever defy him. He has power far beyond your imagination. He is soft to the things he likes but can be viciously callous. So, never defy him."
The butler without a word, turned towards the left, and walked on. Castiel was clearly expected to follow, without any gripe. And so he did.
Castiel had no idea would be in store for him. Dean seemed to be a very powerful, dominant man. How could he, who had no connection to any sort of affluent family or dealings, no connection to any person of Dean's status, rather he thought none could be so, according to how the butler speaks, be someone of so much importance to Dean.
He followed the butler till his vision was met with a wooden door, beyond Dean would be sitting. Sighing, he went forward as the gate was opened. He was met with piercing green eyes and a handsome face adorned with a dark aura. Dean was wearing his white shirt, full sleeves, a long warm coat, black pants, and the gloves, that always gave him the feel of novelty. He was smiling widely at Castiel. But even the smiles were no less cheshire.
"Good morning, Castiel. Take a seat, in front of me, and have your breakfast. As much as you want."
Castiel gulped and took a seat, across Dean almost two meters away from him.
He motioned the butler to leave. He did so but not before sharing a knowing look with Dean.
Castiel was very much busy eyeing the ailments provided. There was bacon, bread, butter, jam, eggs, ham and whatnot. Luxurious, by Castiel's means at least. There was a glass of milk too. He frowned. Surely he was not expected to drink it. He did not like drinking milk. Childish he knows, but still, refusal to milk is intense.
Dean, as if he was staring obsessively at Castiel since the moment he had entered, smiled and replied, "Oh no Castiel, you will drink milk, and eat as much as your scrawny abdomen allows you to. You have a very fragile body, as I have known from yesterday night and I know, you have the least muscle on you, that a seventeen year old can have. But no worries, however your body is health-wise, to me it's most seductive and erotic."
Castiel would have spit his milk, but fortunately he didn't have any in his mouth, because he was taking food onto his plates. He blushed, incoherent and decided to not grace Dean with any comment.
Castiel was a virgin by every mean. He had not been touched nor had he touched someone in the seventeen years of his life. Rather the case seemed, that he would have no other than Dean. He wasn't against homosexuality, though he knew how viciously it was frowned upon. He believed the people should have their own discretion, choosing how they wanted to live their life, even though if it were a sin. As long as it was consensual. He was no selfish man by any mean. He did like to maintain distance from it and considered it a sin.
Now to such a person like him, such advances were nightmares. He was scared. Scared of Dean. Scared of the debt and losing his house and beloved piano. Scared of losing his life, the way he had lived it for the past seventeen years.
But most of all, he would by no means divulge to any person, not even himself, was that he was scared, scared of indulging in the dominance, the obsessive love of Dean, scared of losing himself in tempting 'sin' and above all….. scared of falling in love with Dean….
"Indulge me Castiel, in your daily life. Whatever you see fit, go on and tell me, about yourself." said Dean.
Castiel would have preferred not to reply, he would never want to give the manic, any information about himself, but to not reply and blatantly refuse, he considered it rude and a disgrace against his host, who had taken care of him, be it Dean himself.
"Well…I….I suppose I could tell you about how I live…um my friends and uh….neighbors."
Dean's eyes glinted at the mention of friends but he insisted, "Yes go on."
"Hmmpph…. Uh… not many people of my age live in my neighbourhood, and…. their hobbies, their..uh… way of living is different from mine, so… I'm not their friend, we..um… only know each other fairly."
Castiel' weak body took the food eagerly and so it wouldn't be much time before all his food would be finished. Somewhere, maybe, he was eating quick so that he could fast leave the mansion and go to his house. Right now, any place away from Dean would be preferred.
"You're lonely then, are you not ?"
Dean struck a sensitive string in Castiel's heart. Yes he was lonely. There were friendly people enough, with whom he could live his life merrily, a packed family, there were those adorable little rascals, with whom he loved to spend his time the most. But somewhere, he wished he could have someone, whom he could carve up his deepest desires, a person, who is so close, like a blood relative, who would never judge him.
He did not answer Dean. He wouldn't look weak infront of Dean. He would not look like a person with petty feelings.
It was not as if Dean did not know about Castiel's loneliness. He knew everything about Castiel. The very desire to monopolize Castiel, his complete self, made him more powerful than ever. He preferred it this way. For him, Castiel did not need anyone but himself. He knew he would hesitate to kill if there was anyone coming between him and Castiel.
Patience is a virtue Dean. Keep loads of it. Your prize shall be the most beautiful, the alluring form of a willing Castiel, that will forever be yours. Only yours… Make way slowly into his heart, and when he reciprocates, which he will do, bind him to yourself, a bond to strong that not even Death will break it. You have the power…. So make him yours for eternity…
Castiel was already finished by the time. Bits and pieces of bacon, faint drops of milk in the glass, were there. Wiping his lips faintly with the cloth napkin, he said, "I…must take my leave now….."
Dean smirked, "Very well Castiel, come let me drop you out.
Castiel's heart thudded inside his ribs… he had to say it and say it now, end it now !
"About the debt, I wante-"
"My offer stands Castiel. And it will be the solitary offer that you will have. No more protests. No more." Dean cut him off with a stern voice, icily cold.
Castiel sighed. How could he even expect him to consider it ? It would take him days to merely accept it, it seemed. He did not reply to Dean.
They went out of the room and Castiel turned towards the previous room, where he had his soiled clothes, wanting to take them back with him.
Dean put a powerful grip on his shoulder, the long skeletal fingers, lightly but purposely brushing his sensitive neck. Castiel paled, a wave of tremor shook his whole body, the first electrifying touch of the morning.
"Why do you go there Castiel, the exit is other way.." Dean's voice sounded amused, as if he knew why Castiel was going that side and what sport it would be to make Castiel say it with his own plump lips.
"My c..clothes-"
"Ah ! No need ! Let them be here. I would like it if they're left here. You want more suits ? I can get you as many as you want. Name your number."
Castiel panicked. It was getting more creepier by the day !
"No no ! I…. they're dirty ! I-" yet again cut off.
"Don't take them Castiel. Leave something of you here."
Castiel blushed…. Why would he need my soiled clothes ?
Dean noticed the blush and smirked. Why would I not want your clothes, Castiel ? The piece of cloth that touches your sinful body, why would I not want them ? I want all of you. All of that you are. Leave them here. Something I will sleep with all my nights till you're with me in my arms. Why must I crave touch so ? Simply, because since the day I was born, my touch was forbidden….
He led Castiel out, through the hallway and out the main door, where a carriage was already. Dean was letting Castiel go without stopping him. No worries. He already knew to whom and where Castiel belongs.
Castiel sat down in the carriage and thought that immediately it would move, but it was stopped by a hand to the driver from Dean. Castiel timidly peeked out of the window, a widely smiling Dean looking at him. It was good he did not notive the strange glint in Dean's eyes.
"Castiel , best of luck , for your scholarship opportunity in the academy."
Castiel's eyes stretched. How did Dean know about that ? But now, he had a nagging in the far, traitorous corner in his mind that he should, overall, stop getting surprised by Dean's all-knowing-about-Castiel-and-Lord-knows-what personality.
"More importantly, don't let people too close to you….. Makes me want to kill them viciously.. and the best part is….. I know that I can." Dean was smiling wide as he said so.
Castiel turned back into the carriage and the driver lashed out his whip on the horses. With a neigh they commenced trotting. The carriage was shaking by it's movement on the stony paths, after they had crossed the smooth roads of Dean's mansion.
But Castiel was shaking from the moment of Dean's last sentence.
Note : My exams are finally, Finally, FINALLY over ! So to the people who have been waiting for update, I mean I think so… :3 thankyou so much and here's another chapter. And I must say…. This chapter is crappy ! Ughh ! I finally know why writers say they should be in touch ! I mean I had started writing this chapter before my exams, then stopped and now I continued it again. You can even compare the starting from the middle and ending of the chapter. I didn't even want to write such a short chapter. I am aiming for my chapter length to be 2000-3000 , writer's block.. beh :\
Anyways I will be waiting for a small, cute little review uke for which I'll become the seme and ravish it MWAHAHAHAHAHA !
Yaoi's awesome :3
And yeah, I will probably change the name of the fic sometime,I'll mention it here, not in the summary.