With a simple hand gesture, Crowley swung the angel blade out of Castiel's hand and deeper into the dark cave. "Oh, don't be so melodramatic Castiel."
Cas looked at Crowley, seething. His wound began to close back up, his chest heaving from the injury. "How did you even get your powers back Crowley? Heard you went and got yourself neutered."
"Rumors have been greatly exaggerated, I'm afraid." Crowley took a few steps closer to the angel. "I simply…" He shrugged his shoulders. "…took a sabbatical is all."
Cas cocked his head. "Then why is Meg the Queen of Hell now?"
Crowley frowned as his eyes narrowed. "An oversight soon to be corrected. How such a low level demon ever rose to such great heights, I will never understand."
"Some could say that about a certain crossroads demon," Cas responded. "Now why did you interrupt my suicide? What's it matter to you if I die or not Crowley?"
"Well, I have something you might want to possess."
Cas's eyes widened. "Have you… have you figured out…"
Crowley stopped him mid sentence. "I'm sorry Castiel, but I don't have a way to bring your Dean back, I'm afraid."
The angel's eyes darkened. "Then what are you doing here?"
Crowley looked thoughtful for a moment before he continued. "I feel as though I gave you a respectable amount of time to grieve."
"I will always grieve."
"Be that as it may, do you remember when you and your boy toy had a little romp in the hay in the throne room of hell?"
Castiel looked away from Crowley, his face clad with an unreadable emotion. "I haven't the faintest clue as to why you would bring that up, but that was the last time he and I were… intimate together. As long as I live, I will always remember that." He looked back at the ex-King of Hell. "But why is it that you bring it up?"
Crowley smiled. "Well, as it so happens, I recorded that sex show you two put on."
Immediately, Cas was inches from the demon. He grabbed him by the front of his dress shirt and twisted it in his fist. "Give me that video. I must see it."
"I could be so inclined to give it to you. Or I could be inclined to release it on the internet. I'm sure there's still a market for those who would love to see your precious Dean getting railed in hell while a bunch of demons watch."
Cas's eyes darkened in anger. He picked the demon up by the shirt. "If you do anything besides give me that video, so help me, you will not leave this encounter alive. I will not allow anyone to trash Dean Winchester's name in such a manner."
"Now, now wings," Crowley said. "Put me down so that we can have a civil conversation."
"Civil went out the door when you threatened to destroy Dean's reputation."
"I admit, I might have chosen my words a bit hastily, but if you'll just let me talk."
Reluctantly, Cas slowly put the demon back down on the ground. Crowley quickly smoothed out his shirt and tie. He walked a few feet away, pacing slowly. "This suit is Italian. A little more decorum next time, please." Crowley looked Cas over. "By the way, love the new look you got going on. Dark and brooding. I'm sure all the guys and girls love it."
"The video, Crowley," Cas reminded the demon.
"Oh right. I won't put it online," Crowley started, before Cas interrupted.
"Then give it to me."
"Not so fast. I won't put it online and I will hand it over. But only if you and I… finally …"
Cas looked at him questioningly. "Well?"
Crowley's eyes darkened, looking at the angel hungrily. "I have always wanted you Cas."
The angel's jaw dropped in surprise. "Wanted me? How so?"
"You know what I mean." Crowley walked up to Cas, their chests now inches apart. "I have always wanted you in the most primal of ways. You have a way of getting under my skin. But that Dean was always in my way. I never thought…"
"Well, don't think. It's not happening Crowley. Dean is the last…"
"Then I will release the video. I'm sure poor little Sam, with his weakening heart, could handle seeing it without kicking over."
Cas breathed in deeply and slowly exhaled. "If you did that, you know I would kill you."
Crowley pressed his hand on Cas's chest. "You could try. You might even succeed. But that wouldn't stop the video from leaking Cas."
Cas's eyes darted back and forth, unable to look Crowley in the eyes, his nerves almost taking control of him. Several thoughts were flying through his head at once. He felt he would be betraying Dean if he had sex with Crowley. But he also felt he would be betraying Dean's memory if he let Crowley leak that video of the two of them together. After several seconds, he came to a decision.
"Let's make it official then, so you can never blackmail me for this again. Where do I sign? And keep the contract simple Crowley, or I walk."
"Okay, I can do that." He reached inside his pocket and retrieved the contract Cas had requested. Unfolding it, it was only the size of a piece of notebook paper. It had to be the shortest he had ever made. Cas was surprised.
Cas took it from him and looked it over. Basically, it said that Cas would have sex with Crowley and in return, Crowley would turn over all copies, digital or otherwise, of the video in question over to Cas and he would never attempt to get the video back, nor would he ever mention what was on said video to anyone other than Cas. Everything was really simple and straight forward.
"The simplicity of this contract must really be grating you," Cas commented.
Crowley smiled suggestively. "I aim to please."
Cas sighed, not saying anything for a few seconds. He was debating if he could really go through with this. But he had to. He couldn't let Sam see this, couldn't let this ruin Dean's reputation. Then he said, with reluctance, "Fine, I'll do it. Where's the pen?"
Grinning, Crowley handed a pen over to him. Signing it, Cas handed it back over to Crowley. "I knew you'd see it my way," Crowley said.
"Maybe not quite the way you see it," Cas replied, his face unreadable as he stared at Crowley. "Let me get my blade." Walking into the cave, he quickly retrieved it and returned. He grabbed Crowley by his suit and suddenly they disappeared from at the mouth of the cave, reappearing in a seedy nearby empty motel room.
Crowley looked around. "Classy, Castiel."
"A trashy room for trashy sex," Cas replied. Without another word, he ripped Crowley's jacket off of him, tearing it into pieces in the process, and shoving Crowley violently onto the bed.
"Hey," Crowley cried out. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Cas looked down on Crowley, a look of disdain on his face. "You wanna fuck? Then shut the fuck up you dirty demon."
"Someone's learned to curse better over the years. But seriously, I think you got the wrong idea mate," Crowley responded, attempting to get up from the mattress. "I think you have our roles reversed here."
"Our roles are fine just as they are," Cas fired back, pushing him back down on the bed. "The contract dictated that we would have sex. It didn't specify who would be the top."
Crowley's face twisted in anger. "It's implied that I would be the top. I don't bottom. I top. I'm the King of Hell!"
Cas laughed. "Not anymore. And there are no implications where your contracts are concerned. You will finally get to have sex with me." The angel got on top of Crowley, keeping him firmly pushed into the hard mattress. He ripped Crowley's expensive shirt from his torso, ignoring the demon's yelps of protests. "So just shut up and enjoy it. Someone should." He then took his angel blade he had retrieved from seemingly nowhere and used it to slice Crowley's black tie from his neck. He left the point at the demon's neck a few seconds longer than necessary, reminding Crowley who was in charge here. He trailed the point of the blade down Crowley's chest, smirking down at him, before letting it drop to the floor beside the bed.
"No, get off of me," Crowley said, attempting to push Cas off of him.
Cas pushed the demon back down. "Stay down." The angel reached between Crowley's legs. "Besides, you're already hard and I haven't even done anything to you yet. You secretly love this, you dirty little demon."
Crowley looked away. "No," he whispered.
Cas unzipped Crowley's pants and reached inside, grasping the demon's member with a violent tug. Instantly, Crowley began to get even harder. Cas could feel the demon leaking precum already into his palm. Cas leaned down, his chest pressed up against Crowley's, his lips centimeters from the demon's right ear. "Look who's getting really excited."
Crowley felt the angel's lips brush softly against his ear, his warm breath against his skin. Between that and the stimulation going on between his legs, Crowley couldn't help but feel completely turned on. "If you tell anyone about this…"
"No worries there," Cas said. "I don't want anyone knowing what happened here."
Crowley leaned up, attempting to kiss Cas. The angel turned his head and then looked at the demon and shook his head at him.
"Guess those lips are reserved for a certain Winchester huh?"
Cas's eyes darkened. "Don't bring him up during this Crowley."
Crowley nodded.
Cas touched Crowley's pants and suddenly, they were teleported across the motel room. He quickly did the same with the demon's underwear. Now the demon lay completely naked below him, his face red with shame even as his cock was fully erect. The angel stood up from the bed and looked down at the demon like he was nothing, like he owned him. Cas flashed a few feet away, leaving his clothes behind to drop to the floor.
Crowley looked at him, licking his lips even as his eyes widened at Castiel's size. He had seen it before during the show that he and Dean had put on for him. But now it was directed at him. He felt his pulse quicken. The angel's size and girth were certainly intimidating.
"Be gentle," Crowley whispered.
Cas smirked and shook his head. "I don't think so."
Crowley shook his head frantically. "Come on Cas, if you're going to make me bottom like some bitch, the least you can do is be easy on me."
"I don't recall you letting Dean be easy on me."
"But…"
"No more talking," Cas snapped. Suddenly, the angel had flashed, reappearing over Crowley's face, his cock poised at the demon's mouth that was open in mid-protest. Without warning, Cas shoved himself in balls deep in a single thrust, shutting the demon up.
Crowley gagged violently, his eyes already watering.
"Throw up on my dick and you will regret it," Cas said, continuing to thrust in and out of Crowley's throat. "You like this don't you? The humiliation of getting your throat fucked?"
Crowley blinked up at him, unable to respond verbally. But his eyes spoke volume. They spoke of not only shame, but sexual excitement that begged Cas not to stop his humiliating assault on his body and his mind.
Cas laughed at him. He reached back down between the demon's legs, grasping his cock and fisted it. "Yeah, you're definitely enjoying yourself."
The angel thrust a few more times, slamming into the back of Crowley's throat. "You probably didn't know I saw you doing this to that demon you kept calling stool," Cas said, grabbing Crowley by the jaw. "But let's see if you like this being done to you." He unhinged Crowley's jaw, filling his mouth and throat with his cock and his big balls as well. The demon's eyes went large with shock as he began to gag. "Remember my little demon, don't throw up."
Laughing, he slipped himself back out of Crowley's mouth.
The demon's breathing was ragged as he talked. "What the bloody hell was all that Castiel?"
"If you can't take it, don't dish it." Cas looked down at the demon, his eyes dark with mischief. "Now turn over and shove your face into the pillow."
Crowley looked nervous. "I'm not sure…"
"TURN… OVER," Cas commanded through gritted teeth.
Crowley laughed nervously. "You know what, forget about it. You can have the video."
Cas shook his head. "No, I signed a contract. You wanted this, you're getting it. I want no excuses later." Cas paused, taking a small breath. "Now, I won't say it again. Turn over for me so you can get fucked like the little bitch that you are."
Crowley sighed with resignation and slowly began to turn over. He realized that Cas had just turned his own words against him. He had said almost that exact thing to Cas once. Now here he was, giving his ass up for the angel and, shamefully, kind of loving it. But he'd be damned if he would let him know that. He raised his ass up for the angel, waiting to be entered.
The demon turned around to look at Cas, seeing him staring down at him, a sneer upon his face. "I should just go in dry," Cas said.
The thought of getting fucked by a dry cock kind of terrified Crowley, but the idea of the pain was actually turning him on at the same time. He was a demon after all.
"But I'll do you a small favor, because I'm better than you." Crowley spit into the palm of his hand and took his cock in that hand, massaging his saliva on it. Gripping the demon tightly by the hips, not caring if he left bruises, he put the head of his cock at Crowley's entrance. "Someone needs to shave their hole."
"It's not like I anticipated getting fucked by an angel."
Cas spread the demon's cheeks and began to push in to him. Crowley responded by pushing his head into the pillow and gripping it with his teeth, muffling the sounds of pain that emitted from his throat. He flattened himself down on the bed, trying to get away from Cas and gripping the sheets in his fists. He had hoped that getting fucked in the ass would feel good but so far it wasn't looking so good.
But Cas wasn't having it. "It's okay my little demon," Cas said. He lowered himself down on to the demon, keeping his head in the demon's tight hole. "You can do it."
Crowley breathed for a few seconds, hoping his ass would adjust to the angel's dick. He nodded, signaling for Cas to continue, but he kept the pillow in his mouth.
The angel began to press in again, slowly, and this time, Crowley didn't try to get away. Cas was pushing deeper and deeper into the tight heat of the demon and Crowley's abdomen muscles clinched in response. He wanted to pull away, to get Cas out of him, but another part of him was starting to feel that pleasure that seemed to come along with taking cock.
Suddenly, Cas laughed and Crowley briefly wondered what it was that amused the angel so, when he suddenly felt Cas slam into him in a single thrust, balls slapping against his ass.
Crowley cried out in pain but he couldn't deny that it also felt kind of thrilling. His dick was undeniably harder than it had been in years. He found himself pushing back into Cas's thrusts. Crowley was even matching Cas's moans with grunts of his own, much to his dismay.
"You liking this bitch," Cas asked as he took his cock out, barely leaving in the tip of his dick, before pounding full force into the depths of Crowley's ass.
He couldn't believe he was saying the words. Where had his shame gone? "Yes Cas! Fuck me, fuck me harder!"
Cas obliged, but as he fucked him relentlessly, he began re-positioning Crowley until his face hung over the edge of the bed. Pulling out temporarily, leaving Crowley feeling strangely empty, he pushed the ex-King of Hell down so that his face was shoved into the motel carpet that was no doubt filthy.
Strangely, Crowley didn't say anything in protest. He had learned to just let Cas do what he wanted. He was going to anyways. Right now, Cas owned him. And Crowley kind of liked that idea, if his dick was any evidence.
And then Cas was slamming into Crowley once again. Cas reached down and yanked Crowley by the hair, lifting his face from the carpet.
By this point, Crowley could tell he needed more spit or lube. But he knew better than to ask. He was just going to have to deal with it. The demon could feel the muscles of his rectum tightening and loosening and tightening again with each thrust. The sensation sent shivers up and down Crowley's body, making him forget the pain that was being inflicted on him with each thrust, so overwhelmed it was by the pure pleasure that was beginning to build up. There was that sexual gratification that was rumored to come along with getting fucked anally. He had started to have his doubts.
Crowley's moans of pleasure were growing, getting louder and louder, almost drowning out Cas's grunts. His breathing was becoming ragged when Cas suddenly let go of his hair, letting his head fall back down and his face slam into the dirty carpet.
Crowley grunted a bit out of the sudden pain, but quickly forgot about it as the pleasure was continuously pummeled into him.
"I'm getting close," Cas suddenly said, his voice hoarse.
"Cum inside me," Crowley found himself saying. He surprised even himself. He would look back on this whole thing, wondering what the hell he was thinking, but also hoping it would happen again.
Cas began to thrust harder and harder, his penetrations becoming more erratic as he lost control of himself. The angel's eyes lit up, glowing blue. Suddenly, the thrusts slowed down and Cas thrust once, twice, then shuddered as he began to release his seed inside the demon. Crowley's eyes flashed red as he began to scream.
"It burns," he roared. "Make it stop!" Castiel's seed was swimming inside Crowley, coating his insides as though it were acid.
Cas pulled out of the demon and sighed. "A side effect of demon/angel relations I suppose. It's pretty logical when you think about it."
Crowley was squirming around on the floor, his body contorting in pain. "Oh fuck! It bloody hurts, you blasted angel!"
Cas began getting dressed, ignoring the demon as he twisted around on the floor. As the seconds ticked by though, the pain began to slowly subside, at least enough for Crowley to talk about something other than the pain.
His breaths coming in spurts, Crowley said, his voice tinged with disappointment, "Your… your wings…"
"What about them," Cas said, buttoning up his shirt.
"They didn't come out," Crowley replied. "I wanted to see them."
Cas laughed at him. "They don't come out for trash. Now where's the video."
"Right pocket… jacket," Crowley stammered.
Cas retrieved a flash drive. "Are there any other copies?"
"No, that's the only one."
"Good," Cas said. "Now don't ever bring up Dean again, especially if it's negative. Or I will kill you next time and don't forget it. Now clean yourself up." And with that, he flashed out of the room.
Crowley lay there on the floor for several minutes, waiting for the pain to subside. If he had any clue that angel cum would burn him, he wouldn't have done this. Even as he thought that though, he knew he wouldn't have changed anything. Despite the painful ending, it was some of the best sex he had ever had. Honestly, he didn't even care that Cas hadn't stuck around and got him off too. He didn't need more than what Cas had given him. He did wonder though, if he could ever have sex like he used to. Would anything ever be able to match what had happened tonight?
...
What the demon and angel didn't know was that their act of lust had an audience. He watched the two of them together. He wanted to leave, to not see what was happening. But something kept him from doing so. It had been years since Cas had done anything other than stew in depression or attempt to bring him back.
The new Death was happy that Crowley had intervened in Castiel's suicide attempt. What Cas had tried to do to himself tore Dean apart. He was a split second from revealing himself to Cas to stop him, the universe be damned. A part of him wished Crowley hadn't shown. Maybe everything would have been alright. But even as he thought it, he knew he was just fooling himself. It would be impossible to balance his life as Death and his life as Castiel's Dean. Cas would only be more devastated in the end if he was to change things now. He had to stay the course. It's what was best for Cas. Right?
And then there were the less than platonic interactions between the two. Dean didn't like seeing Cas fuck Crowley, but at the same time, he had to admit the way Cas did it was hot. He still felt that jealousy, even after all those years. But at least Cas humiliated the hell out of him.
To Dean's credit, he was actually happy he had felt the jealously. It was a human emotion. For almost thirty years now, he had been Death. Being Death had a way of taking the humanity out of you, but Dean was determined to keep a hold of it.
Smiling, Dean couldn't help but love how Cas cared so much. To this very day, he still did everything he could to keep Dean's name unsullied. He would always love his angel. If he could only come back, be human once again. But he had long since given up on the original Death returning and taking the heavy mantle back.
Dean had to face facts. He was likely going to be Death for eternity. That was just his luck.
Now if only his Cas could find some peace in life, so that he might find some as well. But could there ever really be true peace for Death?