A/N: This was really hard to write. I hope you like it. And...I hope that it tickles your fancy. Sorry the end feels rushed. I love all of you! THANK ALL OF YOU SO VERY VERY MUCH FOR ALL OF YOUR REVIEWS! I REALLY APPRECIATE THE SUPPORT! To each and every one of you, a kiss, a hug, and your very own Jensen Ackles. You're all perfect. And if you're more into chicks than dudes, then you get a Felicia Day.
Dean doesn't care about when they've landed and where, all he cares about is how well Cas fits in his arms. All he wants to do is to just keep standing here with Cas. Quite frankly, he'd be happy doing nothing. But he wouldn't mind doing the sex.
Cas' hands move in small circles along Dean's back as he carefully pulls away. "Hey…" They make eye contact for the first time in what feels like forever, and Dean's heart aches. Never has Cas looked so beautiful (in that manly way, because being beautiful and not manly, pssh, totally not like them).
With a smile and a small chuckle, Cas brings his hands up to cup Dean's face. "I love your mental commentary. I wish you listened to it."
"I do listen, it's in my mind." Dean looks petulant, but somehow that only makes Cas' smile grow wider.
"You don't listen, you hear." Cas draws his thumb along Dean's bottom lip to part it a bit. His pupils dilate and Dean can only watch as Cas stares at his mouth and bites his lip.
After a few moments of just staring, Dean thinks it's time to speak up. "Are you...are you gonna kiss me or just stand there?"
"Both." Cas' eyes flicker up to Dean's and he smirks. And if Cas isn't the Universe's sexiest angel, Dean doesn't know who could take first place.
Together, they draw closer, sharing each other's air, eyes shifting between eyes and lips, before finally, finally, their lips touch, gently. Dean sucks a breath in through his nose as Cas' hand drops to his bare upper arm. A small burning sensation begins to spread itself across his skin. It grows more intense, but not unbearable, and then it just stops. Cas moves his hand down to Dean's rear and gives him a good squeeze. Dean presses closer and parts his lips, letting Cas in. For a moment, it's all just sweet heat, wandering hands, and tangled tongues.
Until Dean realises just how hard he's become. He's not sure if he's a masochist for burning sensations or what, but he's damn near trembling. Cas is guiding him backwards, gently nipping at his lips until they reach a wall. Dean rest the entirety of his weight against the wall and let's Cas press hard against him.
Without warning, Cas grinds his hips, hard, against Dean, achieving that perfect amount of friction in the first try. Dean pulls out of the kiss and rests his head against the wall, a low moan falling easily from his lips. Cas licks his lips as he inspects Dean's exposed throat. The angel trails kisses down Dean's neck, intermittently biting and licking. His hips are still making perfect undulating movements.
Dean finally remembers how to use his body and pulls Cas' shirt off. He switches their positions, pushing Cas against the wall and dropping his head to bite at the angel's clavicle. Cas tugs pointedly at Dean's sport jacket until it comes off.
"Dean…" Cas' voice is deeper and way more gravelly than Dean's ever heard it and it goes straight to his groin. He moans just at the sound of his name and grabs Cas' ass to press them flush. Cas makes a sound deep in the back of his throat. "Dean...we should...make our way over to the bed."
"Or you can take me right here against this wall." Dean growls into Cas' ear and bites at the cartilage to emphasise his point.
Whatever reservations Cas had been harbouring before slip away and he presses close to Dean, his fingers drifting downwards to undo the button on Dean's slacks. "I take it back, you should wear three piece suits all the time." Cas slips his hand into Dean's pants and strokes him gently. Dean moans, loud and filthy, and he pushes harder into Cas' hand, relishing the warm heat that's enveloped him so perfectly.
It's becoming too much too fast, and it's all Dean can do to reach down and stop Cas' hand. "I wanna feel you skin against skin…"
Cas stops completely and gently pushes Dean a step back. "Okay. Alright. We'll take a little break." Cas smirks. "How about some tea?"
Dean grabs Cas by the wrists and pins them against the wall by his head. "I didn't mean let's stop. I meant…" He struggles around with his words for a bit and then just rolls his eyes in frustration. "It doesn't matter. This is continuing."
Cas tilts his head up against the wall and smirks at Dean, his eyes half-lidded. "Then I make the suggestion that you stop staring and get on with it, yeah?"
Clothes are shed quickly after that. And Dean can't help but trace his fingers over Cas' chest and down his torso. Cas bucks his hips worries his bottom lip with his teeth, waiting for Dean to touch him. But he doesn't. Instead, Dean drops to his knees and takes Cas into his mouth. The moan that Cas lets out is absolutely wanton, and in contrast, the touch of his fingers through Dean's hair is gentle and sweet.
Dean hums quietly in the back of his throat as he runs his tongue along the underside of Cas' shaft. Before pulling off with a wet pop. Cas pulls Dean back up to his feet and runs his fingers down his back to his rear.
The two make eye contact and Dean makes a subtle nod that they both understand rather well. Trust and fear and love and nerves all wrapped into one short look. It's imperceptible, but to them, they communicate so well without words.
Dean squeezes his eyes shut as he feels Cas' hand slip into him. No pain. Just a strange pressure. He drops his head onto Cas' shoulder and lets himself get worked open. one finger, two...three… Carefully, Castiel switches their positions and presses Dean against the wall and lifts him up. Obediently, Dean wraps his legs around Cas' waist and hugs him close like an octopus.
Slowly, Cas pushes into him, oh so slowly. Dean gasps. And like that, the two of them become connected in a way that Dean had never even fathomed existed and he begins to savour this blissful togetherness that has enveloped its way through his soul. And soon they're rocking together, moaning incoherencies and muttering sweet nothings into each other's skin. Something warm fills Dean to the very depths of his being.
Dean's never felt anything like this. His entire body is trembling and he feels hot and cold at the same time. The build up is incredible. He gasps out Cas name as that magical spot inside of him is breached. Over and over and over again until he feels that impending orgasm.
And then...everything whites out and he spills out between the two of them and he slumps in Cas' arms. He shudders over and over again as he rides out his orgasm. And them moments later, Cas finshes, and the entire room fills with a white light. A ringing fills the air. And somewhere among the white, black stands out.
Just as quickly as it all starts, it ends. And Dean feels himself being lowered. And then falling. He opens his eyes as if to warn Cas that they're going to hit the ground. But that never happens. Instead, they're laid out...on a bed of some sort. Dean tries not to think too hard on it. There are other things on his mind.
They lie in silence for a long while. Dean speaks first.
"Wow."
Cas can only make a small grunt of affirmation. And then, with a jolt of shock, Dean realises that they're cuddling, then forgets, then snuggles more into Cas' chest. They're clean, is another thing he notices.
"I love you." Cas says quietly. "So much." Pause. "And I'm sorry."
"You aren't leaving, are you?" Dean tries to make a joke, but instead, it comes out meek.
Cas chuckles and shakes his head. "No, no. Of course not." He drops his hand down to Dean's upper arm and gives it a small squeeze. That burning sensation comes back to Dean and he tenses up. It doesn't hurt. No, it's not even really all that uncomfortable. It's just...weird.
Dean sits up as soon as Cas takes his hand away and he looks at his arm. A red handprint, burned into his flesh stands out against the rest of his skin.
"What the hell is this?"
Cas looks sheepish and he looks up at the ceiling. "It was the only way to keep from killing you."
"What?" Dean isn't nearly convinced. If anything, he's become more alarmed.
"Usually...when to angels fall in love and then have sex, full sex, it leaves a mark. Mating, is the closest word I can think of. But, essentially, it's a mark...for you from me."
"To keep people away?" Again, an attempt at humour. But the serious expression on Cas' face makes Dean stop. "You're serious. Alright...so I'm yours. You didn't have to sear it into my skin…" He shakes his head and lies back down on Cas' chest. "I swear, alien culture is so weird."
"I'm an angel, not an alien." Cas shakes his head. "I'm surprised you're taking this so well."
"Well...I dunno. Maybe I won't like it tomorrow, but right now, I don't mind it so much." Dean smiles as Cas wraps his arms tight around him.
"Well, good. I hope you keep liking it. We should get going soon."
Dean can only nod, but he doesn't really feel like to going to dinner quite yet. Maybe later, rather than sooner. He runs his fingers through the silk feathers of Cas' wings as he thinks over the burn on his arm. Really, worse things could happen. And if this is a way of showing people that he belongs to Castiel, then fine. Why shouldn't it be okay?
When Cas starts to run his fingers through Dean's hair, Dean sits up and realises that it's about time to go. "So...you're basically like a TARDIS, right?"
"A fully functional one, yes." Cas smirks.
"Then...are we just going to get back like nothing happened?" Cas nods. "Where are we?"
"It's best if you don't know." Cas presses a kiss to Dean's forehead and sits up. He snaps his fingers and they're dressed again. "I learned that from Gabriel."
"That crazy son of a bitch..."
Cas raises his eyebrows and smiles. "We're having dinner with him."
"I know. I know." Dean sighs. "Alright, let's get it over with."
With a small, knowing smile, Cas presses a kiss to Dean's lips and brings them back home.
A/N: Alright, everybody. I promised that I would post tonight! I'm almost 2:30 in the morning and so on and yes. HAPPY NEW YEAR! I know it's like 11 o'clock in London where a few of my readers are. Or it's almost 6 on the east coast of America. Why do we have so many time zones? Russia has more than us, I wonder how it must be for them. Do they have Eastern, Pacific, Central, and Midwestern times? Or is it different? How does it work in Russia? Likewise...Australia…? How does Australia work…? I think it's time that I stop. My first chapter of the new year, and it's weird.