AN: Finally porn! There's a lot of blood!kink in this chapter, be warned. This is pretty much the first time I wrote smut so be gentle with your criticism.

Chapter 7.

Their mouths clashed together, so hard it almost hurt. There were teeth scratching over swollen lips, noses bumping against each other, the metallic taste of blood mingling with the tastes of their skins and lips and tongues. They were like a bomb. Their kiss destroyed everything they were before now, leaving them vulnerable, broken open, bare for each other. It hurt but the pain was relief and there was no stopping. The avalanche was in motion now and there was no other possible outcome than the destruction, the utter annihilation of their former selves. Each bite, each scratch, each desperate kiss was a little death and they suffered through it together, wrapped tightly in each other's arms, feeling their chests rise and fall as they pressed their bodies together, needing the other's closeness like a drowning man a safe line.

For a split second Dean wondered where Castiel learned to kiss like this, but then he realized that his Angel actually couldn't kiss at all. He was awkward, forceful, desperate – but this was exactly what the hunter wanted right now. This was new for both of them and they were equals in their confusion.

The hunter dug his fingers into the Angel's short, messy hair, his nails scraping the scalp. He usually wasn't this rough, quite the opposite actually, but something about his friend here just drove him wild. They kissed like there was no tomorrow, panting into each other's mouths as their tongues did more fighting than actual caressing. It wasn't about dominance, it was about aggression, desperation, need and this fear of the thing they shared but had trouble talking about. Actions were easier. They were both men born to fight so even in bed they did what they were best at.

Dean shifted his attention from Cas' swollen, broken lips to his jaw, placing wet kisses on the purplish bruise he had caused the Angel. A part of him was surprised how little (or rather not at all) he was bothered by his friend's stubble. He had expected to be somehow turned off but instead he had to admit to himself that he was already half hard just from a little fooling around. Dean still considered himself heterosexual but apparently he was Cas-sexual now too because his body really desperately craved the Angel's touch.

"Cas…you should really touch me…like…everywhere."

His voice sounded strange in his own ears – rough, husky, almost broken. Castiel complied immediately, his long fingers brushed over Dean's shirt, traveling lower at a pace that was somewhere between way too fast and still too hesitant. A long, drawn-out groan escaped the hunter's chapped lips as he felt Cas' hand brush over his crotch. It was a soft touch, nothing more, but it's been a while for the hunter and he only now realized just how much he really wanted the Angel in a physical way.

"Is it good like this?"

Dean doesn't understand how his friend still needs to ask. What kind of stupid question was that anyway? Didn't he realize how much the hunter's pants already tented, how achingly hard he already was? Looking at Cas, Dean saw confusion plainly visible on the blood-smeared face. It was kind of cute, really.

"No, no let me show you."

In a matter of seconds, Dean was on top of Castiel, bodies pressed tightly against each other, and to his great satisfaction, he found the Angel's erection pressing against his own through their pants. Damn right, Dean Winchester seduced Warriors of God like the pro he was. His mouth was on his friend's clavicle, sucking in the skin, occasionally biting. He left bruises but he was pretty sure that this was exactly what Cas wanted and knowing this went straight to his cock.

This was still only foreplay, and Hell they weren't even naked, but Dean found himself breathing rather heavily already while Cas didn't even gasp when the hunter bit and sucked on his shoulder and lit his hips roll against the Angel's. It was kind of unfair but the hunter guessed that this just was what you get when you wanted a virgin Angel in your bed. He didn't really mind all that much…sooner or later, he would make Cas scream his name.

Feeling Castiel's hands gripping the hunter's buttocks tightly should have been a warning, but Dean still didn't quite see it coming when his friend suddenly decided to take matters into his own hands. Cas rolled them over so he was on top now, straddling Dean beneath him. His fingers wandered to his lover's belly, brushing up his shirt and finally unbuttoning his pants.

Both of them lost their patience undressing each other. If he had been in possession of all of his strength, Castiel would've just let their clothes disappear, but now he was forced to resort to rather desperate measures. It takes practically nothing of his mojo to make the angel blade appear in his hand, it's almost as if it was always part of him and he just chose to keep it hidden away like his wings. The blade tears through Dean's clothes with a precision that is both terrifying and strangely fascinating and moments later there's nothing but bare skin and shredded remains of what had once been their pants between them. If it had been anybody else doing this, Dean would've complained about just losing his damn clothes because someone just couldn't wait for him to undress, but with Cas he just found it insanely hot. Seeing the Angel with his blade, like the fierce warrior he was, went straight to the hunter's cock, which was currently aching for a little attention.

As if reading his mind, Castiel wrapped his hand around Dean's cock, letting him feel a little friction as he slowly stroked him. It was more teasing than anything else and the hunter couldn't help it and let out a soft, needy whine.

"You're mine now, Dean. I won't…I can't let anybody else have you."

"I'm yours…I'm all yours just give me a little more now. Damnit I don't want to beg so if you keep teasing me like that, I'll have to take matters into my own hands."

Castiel grinned, actually grinned, and it made him look almost predatory, like a bird of prey spying on a helpless rodent. Dean found this sexier than he probably should. He liked Cas like this, all possessive and in control. It was so very different from what they had experienced in Purgatory and he was more than willing to let his friend hold the metaphorical reins, if that was what he wanted.

Dean watched as Cas aligned both of their cocks, rubbing them at each other before starting to jerk them simultaneously, and he just had to lick his suddenly dry lips at that sight. The Angel kissed him again then, coaxing soft, stifled moans from the hunter's mouth as he practically shoved his tongue down the other man's throat. Only when Dean felt a sharp pang of pain in his chest did he realize that the kiss was meant as a distraction. Pulling away he looked down at himself, examining the bleeding cut forming what appeared to be the number 13 right where his sternum was. The hunter was amazed by how fast his lover must have moved. Maybe he should've been angry, but he liked being marked by his Angel once more and he certainly didn't mind a little pain.

"It's the letter C in Enochian."

"I would let you carve your whole name in my chest if that's what you want, Cas."

"We'll save the remaining letters for next time."

"You're one kinky bastard."

"I'm learning from the best."

Both of them chuckle, pressing their foreheads against each other and enjoying their closeness, their intimacy. Sure, it was fucked up, messy and rather weird, but they weren't exactly normal by most standards and nobody was going to judge them for their screwed up kinks in the privacy of this bedroom. Dean watched as Castiel gently dipped his fingers into the bleeding wound on his lover's chest, coating them in blood. It hurts, but the hunter is welcoming the pain, breathing through it, reveling in it. The Angel returns his hand to their cocks, giving them the attention they so desperately needed and from then on things progressed rather swiftly. Pre-come mixed with the blood on Cas' hands, who was using both of it as a lubricant, even though it doesn't work as well as real lube would. Still, the sensation has them both moaning and panting in seconds and Dean was thinking that maybe it would be him screaming this time and not his feathery friend.

Cas' lips were on the hunter's throat, teeth scraping over the sensitive skin, and all Dean could really do was close his eyes and trying not to forget to breath. He felt the Angel's free hand in his neck, caressing it gently which was a stark contrast to his otherwise rather rough treatment. His own arms were wrapped around Castiel's shoulders. He was clinging to his lover like his life depended on it and it gave him some sort of support as his shuddering body slowly threatened to come apart under the Angel's slick and busy fingers.

"Dean…"

"You're…you're doing perfectly, Cas. You're…oh damn."

Dean hardly realized how he repeated his lover's name over and over again, like a mantra or a prayer. One of his hands is tangled in Castiel's hair, the other desperately scratching over his back. He really wanted to come now, was so ready for it, but it seemed like Cas didn't want him to. That bastard!

"Please…pleasepleaseplease…Cas…please"

Dean Winchester never wanted to be one to beg, he should've just taken matters into his own hands, but for some reason he couldn't quite comprehend, he liked being like this, practically being putty in Castiel's capable hands. He liked giving himself to the Angel, completely, and he was rewarded. Kissing him one more time, as hungry and forceful as ever, Cas jerked them harder, adding a little twist of his hand and then, finally, Dean comes, way harder than expected. The sensation knocked out the air of his lungs and he couldn't even moan properly as he came apart under his lover. His thighs were shaking rather violently, proving just how long it had been since the last time anyone made him feel like this. He smiles though, like a fool drunk on happiness, and damn him if that wasn't the best orgasm he had in all of his life.

"Allow me to finish that for you, Cas."

The Angel looked rather surprised as Dean pushed him onto his back and nestled down between his legs. The hunter going down on him must've been the last thing he expected from his formerly strictly heterosexual lover, but Dean always claimed to be a man full of surprises and he stayed true to his words. It wasn't like he ever did this before, but he figured Cas would be pretty close by now anyway so it probably wouldn't take much work on his part to drive him over the edge.

Wrapping his lips around Cas' cock was almost like the beginning of an experiment. There were so many new sensations his dizzy mind had to process. The combined taste of skin, blood and come was weird, but while not exactly pleasant, Dean found he didn't really mind it. He let his tongue explore for a bit before taking the head into his mouth. He would need to do this slowly if he didn't want to gag. Castiel, however, wouldn't have that. It shouldn't have come as a surprise for the hunter, after everything they just did together, but he still let out a stifled gasp as Cas grabbed his hair and proceeded to almost desperately fuck his mouth. As much as Dean tried to breathe through his nose, the gagging reflex still made his eyes water a bit. He was just glad his Angel was too engrossed in his own pleasure to notice and it only took him a couple more seconds before he pulled out, coming in spurts over Dean's face.

"I'm sorry, Dean…I…"

"It's okay…just…uh…warn me next time or something."

Cas gently wiped the hunter's face clean, all the while avoiding looking him into the eyes. Both of their breathing was still labored but there were those smug, blissful post-coital smirks on their faces that made any more words unnecessary. Dean rolled over on the bed, spreading arms and legs to pass off some of the heat. His skin was still flushed and sweaty and he desperately needed a shower but he was just way too happy just laying here to move a single bone.

"That…was amazing."

"I couldn't agree more, Dean."

"Will you stay with me, Cas? For the night?"

Castiel replied with a kiss, a gentle one, this time. It was almost romantic, even more so since they were both smiling as they softly nibbled on each other's lips. This night, Dean would sleep like a child, knowing that he truly had left his old self behind to enter a new part of his life. Sure, he'd have to overthink a huge chunk of his identity as a heterosexual man who did not do romance, but he was fairly positive that he could do this. He had a sexy Angel to help him after all.