A/N:
Howdy, partners! I come bearing a chapter! I am trying to find a reliable Beta reader as I am really stuck atm with this fic. But I appreciate the follows and favorites and I shall continue to deliver chapters for you lovely folk. And also, thank you Valice for the review! :)
Chapter 12:
After Dean had left, Castiel simply sat on the couch for a good hour or so trying to figure out what had just happened. He was sore, his shirt was still covered in Dean's come, and he was feeling conflicted. Dean had hurt him. On purpose. He had told Dean that they should stop but he wouldn't. He was bad news, he knew this. Could the rumors of him being violent be true? He certainly did nothing to prove otherwise. And yet, he found himself wanting Dean's body on his again. He had never felt so sexual and so naughty before, Dean opened his eyes to a brand new world. A world of feeling, a world of lust and wanting, but just because Dean said that he wasn't allowed to hug or kiss or touch anybody else, did the same rules apply to Dean? Was Dean his? Pfft. Probably not. Dean had a massive sexual appetite that surely an inexperienced little nerdy virgin such as himself couldn't feed. He suddenly felt very embarrassed. He had come in his pants like a 14 year old being touched for the first time. Dean was so sure of himself and Cas was just a joke. A little over excited virgin. What the fuck was he thinking, getting himself into this mess?
Cas just groaned to himself, forcing himself off the couch, wincing at the uncomfortable feeling of drying come in his boxers. He traveled upstairs and headed to the bathroom where he stripped his come soaked clothing off to take a shower.
The hot water felt nice on his skin, he felt so dirty, and desperately needed the shower. He washed up, and stood under the stream of warm water unti it went cool. When he was finished he turned the water off, and stepped out, looking in the mirror. He gasped when he spotted the angry looking, reddened, and tender bite mark on his throat. It was already starting to bruise, and Dean's teeth marks were clearly visible. He knew it hurt when it happened, but it looked so much worse in person. How was he going to explain this to his family? To his friends at school?
He was truly, 100% fucked.
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Dean, on the other hand, was feeling very sure of himself. He had Cas right where he wanted him. It took everything in his power not to rip Castiel's pants off and force himself into that untouched little hole of his. Kissing Cas, touching him, making him come undone, was far more satisfying than he could have ever dreamed. He thought back to the night when he snuck into Cas's room, when he first touched him. The thought made him wanna go back and defile the virgin all over again. Cas was so innocent, so pure. Dean wanted nothing more than to dirty him up, it was all he could think about. Usually with his sexual conquests, he'd get off and leave the other guy or girl high and dry, not caring if they received any pleasure, and then simply toss them to the side and act as if they don't exist. That's what confused him. He should just ignore Cas now. He got what he wanted, he got himself off and covered Cas in his come, the sight was hot, he had marked Cas, and got a sexually awkward virgin to writhe and moan beneath him. He should be done. Wham, bam, thank you ma'am. But he wanted more. He wanted to taste Castiel. He wanted to know what those big blues of his looked like staring up at him with his cock in that perfect mouth. He wanted Cas at his disposal, to touch and kiss and lick and taste whenever he wanted. The thought of anybody else with Cas made him sick. If he ever caught Cas with another guy, he would make what he did to Michael look like a scraped knee. He would tear the guy apart, and punish Cas, remind him who he belongs to. He'd only ever felt that way about one other person. He was aware of the rumors that went around of him getting violent with an ex girlfriend. Although, it wasn't a girl. It was another guy. His name was Inias. And contrary to the rumor, Inias was just as bad as Dean. They were toxic to each other. The beat each other. Insulted each other. And had the roughest sex that Dean has ever had. Dean had ended up leaving Inias when Sam kept asking about the bruises and cuts he would show up with. He also needed to dominate someone, and with Inias, it was a constant battle for dominance. So he bailed. Sam had thought their dad got drunk and hit Dean and though he hated his father, he would never let Sam blame him for something like that. He knew Sam knew how he led his life. With violence and sex and loud music. Sam was the only person perhaps other than Inias who could see through Dean's fake charms. It concerned Sam that his brother was so far gone, but never has Dean lashed out at him, or did anything to hurt him, so for the most part Sam just ignored it. He had tried to get Dean help in the past but Dean was convinced he was fine. He was a narcissist. He thought he was above everybody and thought he was always right. And nobody could tell him otherwise.
When Dean got home, he flopped down on the couch, taking out his phone. He unlocked it and browsed his photos until he reached the ones he took of Cas when he was sleeping. He ran his finger down the picture, biting his lip.
"So fucking perfect" he mumbled to himself. With that thought, he decided to shoot Cas a text.
Hey, big boy. How you feeling?
D
Dean pressed "send" and waited for a reply. He stared down at his phone, frowning. Why the fuck should he care how Cas is feeling? Why the hell is he even asking? His thoughts were interrupted when his phone buzzed.
Ok. My neck hurts. I apologize for.. ejaculating so early. I am embarrassed.
C
Dean smirked to himself.
No apologies, that was hot, you're hot. And good. It will remind you that you're mine. Nobody else is to touch you, Cas. I'm serious.
D
A moment later, a reply came.
Oh, thank you. And yes, I know, Dean. I am yours. Are you mine?
C
Dean frowned again, re-reading Cas's reply. What the fuck was he supposed to say to that? "You're supposed to say, 'no, I don't belong to anybody', dumbass" he told himself.
Depends. Maybe if you're a good boy.
D
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Castiel stared at his phone. What could he say to that? He didn't want to beg Dean to be his. He was still perplexed as to why he was so willingly offering himself up to the green eyed man. Every time he had a bad feeling about Dean and thought about calling off whatever sick arrangement he had agreed to, those thoughts would vanish when he would see Dean, or receive a text from him.
As he was thinking of a reply, Gabriel and Sam came through the front door, laughing animatedly. The stumbled into the living room, where Cas was sitting, sipping some tea and reading a book.
"I'm totally going to kick your ass little moose, Call of Duty is not for nerds like you!" Gabe laughed.
"You wish, dude. I'll bet you five dollars that I'll cream you!"
Cas looked up at the interaction, tilting his head.
"Gabriel, what are you doing home? I thought you and Sam had plans today?" he asked.
"Yeah but Kevin got sick and...holy shit bro! What happened to your neck?!" Gabe gasped, noticing the wound decorating Cas's neck.
Cas went stiff, his cheeks starting to burn. Shit. What was he supposed to say? He wasn't a good liar. Was this thing with Dean supposed to be a secret?
"Uh, I had someone over earlier. Uhm, things had got heated, and uh, yeah" Cas said awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.
Sam's eyes widened, he took out his phone to read the text Dean had sent him a couple of hours prior.
Going to see Cas. Call me when you're home and I'll pick us up some grub or something.
D
Dean was the one who had left the mark on Cas. He knew how Dean was. He loved his brother a lot and respected him and let him do his own thing, but he also knew how Cas was. Loving, kind, sweet, smart, innocent, all around he was a great guy. He cared about Cas. He couldn't let Dean hurt him. As much as it made him nervous, he would have to ask Dean to leave Cas alone.
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A/N:
There we go, friends. I feel like I might finally see where this is going. Praise the Lord and all that jazz!
I'm also working on another one shot which I hope to get up in the next couple of days, it'll also deal with some pretty heavy stuff but hey, I love me some angst and tragedy. So after I finish that up I shall present you with a new chapter. Thanks for reading. Reviews are what make my world go 'round ;)