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Captain Harkness procured Dean an invitation to Count Giuseppe Rossi's mistress' 21st birthday ball. The balding and rotund Italian salivated at the thought of having such an illustrious guest at his gathering. He would be the envy of Tuscan high society. The oily nobleman lived in a massive villa surrounded by acres upon acres of olive trees and vineyards. Giuseppe inherited a massive fortune from his late father and kept amassing more wealth due to his lucrative olive oil and wine businesses.
The greedy obese bastard ended buying the Falling Star from Neelkanth, Cas' and Harkness' arch nemesis for a hefty sum. Rossi planned on presenting the majestic and one of a kind diamond to Julia, his young mistress after her birthday ball. The man's wife currently stayed in the family's mansion in Rome. She chose to keep a blind eye to her wayward husband's never ending affairs. Julia wasn't the first and wouldn't be the last in the line of mistresses in Giuseppe's life.
Harkness purposely put himself in the nobleman's way. He flirted with Julia, who was fucking one of the young men that worked for her lover in the olive business. The Captain found the young lovers going at it against an olive tree. He decided to wait until they finished their raunchy business, before approaching the curvy blonde. Harkness knocked her corset off by speaking fluent Italian and smiling a lot at her. John knew his dimples were a deadly weapon.
The archaeologist basically blackmailed Julia. If she didn't procure an appointment with him and Rossi, John would be forced to bring her secret affair with olive boy to light. The girl turned deathly pale and swiftly accepted his proposal. The day after, found Harkness sharing a bottle of red wine and a freshly baked loaf of bread dipped in olive oil with Rossi. The two men took advantage of the breezy and sunny afternoon to conduct their business meeting in the villa's terrace.
Harkness told Rossi he came on behalf of the Duke of Campbell, who wanted to go into business with him. The nobleman's beady eyes shined at the prospect of his fortune growing bigger. That is when Rossi invited the Duke of Campbell to Julia's birthday celebration. He also invited the Captain.
The night of the ball, Harkness and Dean arrived at a quarter till eleven. The festivities were in full swing. Every single guest held a glass of wine or champagne in their hand. Rossi hobbled over to the two men. He shook Dean's hand with a lot of enthusiasm. Dean cringed inwardly since the oily man's hands sweated profusely. Rossi beckoned Julia to join them.
The petite blonde batted her long lashes at Dean. Her big round hazel eyes undressed him. At least she would imagine it was the beautiful bronzed aristocrat pounding into her tonight. Each time she had relations with Giuseppe, Julia closed her eyes, while his whale like body smothered her in bed. They have gone through three different beds already due to Giuseppe's weight and overenthusiasm. Last time they had carnal relations was last month. Julia imagined one of the stable boys was the one pleasuring her.
Giuseppe's body emitted a scent of cheese and olive oil. She doused the silk bed sheets and pillowcases with lavender perfume. This way she didn't get the urge to gag during Giuseppe's rutting sessions. Julia also made sure to eat early in the afternoons, when she knew Giuseppe planned on visiting her bed. Tonight she will ride her whale of a lover and close her eyes. Julia licked her crimson lips. The Duke of Campbell will do very nicely as her imaginary lover.
Julia stood ramrod straight to display more of her ample bosom. The tight bodice of her maroon ball gown left nothing to the imagination. She asked the duke to be her partner for the waltz. Italians weren't as formal as the British, when it came to proper ballroom etiquette. Dean smiled and offered her his hand. They slid elegantly across the ballroom.
Harkness sipped wine and listened to Rossi blab on and on about how he was going to surprise his little butterfly with the Falling Star. John grinned. "You're such a pathetic cuckold," Harkness thought to himself.
Two hours later two male servants rolled in a cart that held a four tier vanilla cake decorated with edible lilacs. The filling consisted of raspberries and white chocolate. All the guests were provided with a glass of champagne. Rossi made a toast for Julia. Afterwards cake was served. A quadrille was the last dance of the night. Julia wanted to dance with Dean once more, but Rossi as the host and her lover had the honor.
Dean and Harkness smoked cheroots in the terrace. Most of the guests had left. The remaining people remained in the ballroom washing down more wine and champagne. A rock was hurtled at Dean. The Winchester tossed the cheroot stub on the ground.
Castiel appeared from an olive grove. He was dressed from head to toe in black. "Is it safe for me to go upstairs?"
Harkness nodded. "A servant is preparing the master's chamber. You can see it is the only lit window in the second floor."
"I can handle that." Castiel winked at Dean.
"The climb is short. Just wait for the servant to leave the room and then you can enter." Dean informed his lover.
"Thank you, my sun." Castiel disappeared again into the ebony night.
"He better not take long in getting the diamond. I'm giving him two hours. He doesn't return to the pensione on time; I'll come and get him," Dean told the Captain.
"You underestimate your man. Castiel has gotten himself out of some slippery situations in the past. Let us not forget his former lothario ways. He escaped a ton of second story balconies, when husbands returned home to their wives." John slapped Dean on the back. The Winchester hated to think about Cas' former sexual escapades.
The bumbling maid took forever to fold silk sheets over a gigantic canopied bed. Castiel had never laid eyes on such a massive bed in his entire life. It was so high; steps were needed to climb it. Cas chuckled. The corpulent count definitely needed that particular bed to support him. Castiel stood sentry outside the chamber's balcony. He rolled his eyes, when the stupid servant dropped a vase. The woman was slower than molasses. Cas glanced at his silver pocket watch. Twenty minutes passed at a snail's pace. The bloody woman moved as slow as a tortoise, and when she almost finished a task, she dropped an item. Castiel pinched the bridge of his nose. The woman sprayed perfume all over the bed. She poured wine into two goblets, and finally vacated the chamber.
"It's about bloody time, you simpleton," Castiel murmured in the dark. He counted to twenty, before silently entering the room. Cas coughed due to the strong smell of lavender that permeated the vast chamber, which was decorated in crimson velvet. Footsteps approached the bedroom door. Castiel whipped his head from side to side to see where he could hide. He decided on a cherry wood cupboard. He barely had any space, but it was the only place.
The doors opened. Female giggles littered the atmosphere. Rossi's lover was obviously inebriated. The insipid girl giggled and made fun of a woman, whose nipples popped out of her outlandish gown. Castiel was able to see through a slit in front of him. Rossi's heavy footsteps echoed throughout the chamber.
Julia undressed and climbed the bed's steps. The blonde knelt in the middle of the mattress. She displayed her assets at Rossi. She arched her shoulders so her large breasts were more prominent. Her small hands cupped her mound. "I shaved for you, mio amore."
Castiel should have brought the bottle of wine into the cupboard. It was going to be a long night. Rossi undressed slowly. It sure wasn't because he was seducing his harlot. It was due to his obesity. The man breathed hard and heavy. Cas gagged, when the man stood nude in front of the bed. Rolls that looked like white dough comprised his lower back. Cellulite adorned his thighs and bulbous buttocks.
"Please get in bed," Castiel thought to himself. This Julia person deserved a fortune just for having sex with the Beluga whale.
"Come to mi, bella. I have your gift."
Julia scampered down the bed like a spider monkey. Rossi retrieved something from his evening jacket's pocket. He placed a jewelry box on Julia's opened palm. Castiel perked up. Julia opened the velvet box and gasped. "This is the most exquisite diamond I have ever seen!" She fingered the Falling Star.
"Queen Nefertiti bestowed it upon her most faithful servant on her deathbed."
"Grazie!" Julia jumped up and down.
"You will be the envy of all, little one," Rossi took the box from his mistress and placed it over an oval table situated next to the cupboard.
He carried Julia to the bed. The man was already breathing hard, by the time he placed Julia on the bed. The couple skipped foreplay and the blonde quickly mounted Rossi. Castiel fought the urge to laugh. The scene in front of him reminded him of a jockey riding an elephant. His eyes landed on Julia's pert little ass. The girl did have a beautiful body. In his former wild days, Cas would've had the girl on her hands and knees. But now the very thought had no effect on him.
Loud moans and the sound of the bedposts banging hard against the wall were heard clearly in the cupboard. Castiel rolled his eyes. "The things I do for you, mother."
Five minutes later, Rossi finally climaxed. Julia rode him like a deranged jockey, until she experienced orgasm. Giuseppe screamed for a servant to come and turn off the lamp. Castiel shook his head. "Lazy bastard," he thought to himself.
When he heard the servant close the door behind him, Castiel pressed his ear against the cupboard's door. Minutes passed by. Once he heard even breathing coming from outside, he stealthily opened the door. He was careful not to make any noise. It was bloody hard to make his way in the pitch darkness. Luckily, the diamond rested on a table by the cupboard. Castiel felt his way around the table. He smiled, when his hand landed on the jewelry box. Cas hid the box inside his black jacket.
He walked slowly towards the balcony door. At least moonlight seeped through the velvet curtains. Julia heard a faint noise. "Who goes there?"
Castiel froze. Shit! He had one foot on the balcony. He held his breath. The sound of Julia lying down again calmed his nerves. Cas placed his other foot outside. Julia didn't utter another word. He finally escaped into the cool night.
He met Dean and Harkness at the nearest port. Dean hugged him hard. "God I thought you were caught with your hand in the jellybean jar." Cas kissed Dean's temple.
"We better hurry. The ship is scheduled to leave for Cairo in half an hour," Harkness piped in. He left the lovers and headed to the ship.
The voyage to Cairo lasted two weeks. Dean and Castiel stood outside on the evening they were set to arrive in Egypt. Seagulls flew in circles over the ship. "This is an indication we are close to land," Castiel informed his lover. Dean stood behind him and circled his arms around Cas' narrow waist. No one was on deck in the section they were at.
"I have longed to bring you here for a while now." Castiel held Dean's hands.
"What is it that we are doing here exactly?" Dean scratched the back of his neck.
"Patience is a virtue, my sun. You shall see tomorrow night." Castiel leaned backwards.
As soon as they descended the ship, Dean was in awe of the busy port. Merchants were putting away their goods which consisted of spices and colored carpets and tapestries stands. A young boy sold stuffed caramel walnuts. Cas' eyes lit up. They were his favorite treat. He didn't have much of a sweet tooth, but these were an exception.
He bought two dozen and offered some to his lover and Harkness. "You're adorable, Osiris. I can tell Egypt is your true home," Dean affectionately said.
Harkness hailed a carriage. The skinny toothless driver was given the address to the Milton's home. Charles purchased the two story house for Isis as a wedding gift. Her cousin, Akasha lived there with her fourteen year old daughter, Jesminda.
The servants greeted the three men kindly. Akasha and Jesminda took to Dean immediately. Jesminda was a beautiful girl with straight black hair, honey skin and almond shaped hazel eyes. She spoke three languages. Dean whispered to Cas, "Sammy will love her."
A servant brought a tray of Palace bread and almond tahini date balls along with shai which Dean was told is tea. Dean was soon enraptured with Egyptian food. This filled Cas' heart with glee. Harkness already knew the house's layout. He excused himself and went in search of the guestroom he usually stayed in.
Castiel gave his lover a tour of the house. Ceiling fans were found in every single chamber. Floor to ceiling windows were found throughout. The floor was made of a combination of marble and wood. Each bedroom had its own balcony. In the balcony lotus flowers were in bloom. "This place is special," Dean told Cas.
"I always feel at ease here," Castiel said, as he led his lover to the bed. Instead of the common wood frame, the bedposts were made of brass. White lace netting covered it. This was to avoid being bitten by mosquitoes during summer nights. The two men fell asleep instantly in each other's arms.
Castiel woke Dean early the following morning. They had a light breakfast. He instructed Dean to wear comfortable and casual clothing. So the two men dressed in beige trousers and white shirts which they rolled up their elbows. Akasha prepared a picnic basket for the couple. Two white horses were saddled for them. Cas told Dean brief anecdotes of the places of historical significance they rode by.
Three hours later, they arrived at Philae. Castiel held Dean's hand and led him to a temple. "What are we doing here?"
"Stop asking questions will you." Cas dragged him inside.
Light poured in through the windows. Statues of gods and goddesses were inside. Castiel stopped in front of an eight foot statue of a woman with a headdress in the shape of throne. A pair of horns with a sun disc also adorned the headdress. "This is the Goddess Isis," Castiel's eyes locked with Dean's.
The Winchester's mouth was shaped like an O. "Your mother was named in her honor?"
Castiel nodded. "I brought you here to this temple that was built in honor of Isis. Not only because my mother is her name sake, but due to Isis being referred to as the goddess of marriage."
Dean furrowed his brows. "I am lost."
Cas chuckled. He held Dean's hands. "We will never be able to be legally married. Before you marry Ruby, I wanted to pledge my eternal love to you here."
Dean grinned. "Osiris, you big sap." He tightened his grip on his lover's hands.
Castiel cleared his throat. "I want to recite a poem deciphered during my first excavation trip. It is from the Middle Kingdom."
Dean rubbed the back of his neck. "Damn it, Cas! I don't have anything prepared."
"It does not matter to me. I need you to know how I truly feel."
Dean swallowed hard and nodded. "Let's get this rodeo started then, sweetheart."
Castiel pulled Dean with him. The two men stood directly in front of the Isis statue. Cas began to recite the poem, he knew by heart.
"The earth trembled as you passed by,
Turning everything sacred as you walked.
And you set your green eyes upon me for the first time,
speaking at me with the depth of the night
...like a nightingale who doesn't need its wings to fly.
What a blessing it is to be worthy of your look.
I have seen rain on the desert,
and all impossible things coming true.
All of my prayers carry your name.
I wish to be pure so that I can desire you.
Take me as you will.
Your slave"
Dean couldn't breathe. Tears swam in his forest green eyes. A lump formed in his throat. God he loved Castiel Osiris Milton more than life itself. He waited for his heartbeat to return to its normal pace.
"I love you, Dean Michael Winchester. You are the love of my life." Castiel kissed Dean tenderly.
"Shit I don't know what to say, Osiris. I can't top that." Dean tugged one of his earlobes which turned red.
"Just say what comes from your heart, my sun." Castiel traced Dean's jaw with a thumb.
Dean licked his lips nervously. "I've never been good with words, but here goes." Castiel chuckled.
"My life was incomplete after I left England all those years ago. Inside I always felt cold and empty. It wasn't until we met again that I finally felt whole and warm. You're my everything, Castiel Osiris Milton. I give you my heart, body and soul for all eternity, my gorgeous Egyptian God."
Cas choked up. "And you aren't good with words?" He pulled Dean closer by tugging at his waistband. He kissed Dean longingly.
When they stopped to breathe properly, Dean mouthed against Cas' jaw, "I love you so much."
Castiel stared up at the statue of Isis. "Now she has given us her blessing. We do not need a legal document or a church ceremony to state we are married. After saying our own vows under the wise eyes of Isis, you are my husband."
"And you are mine," Dean said. His voice cracked due to all the emotions he felt at the moment.
Castiel showed Dean old ruins in the area. After the sunset, he led his husband to a Sycamore tree. Dean opened the wicker basket Akasha procured for them. He fetched a blanket and spread it over the sand. Castiel served a light supper for the two of them and opened a bottle of wine. They ate a little and drank half of the bottle.
The full moon made its presence known in the indigo night sky. Castiel leaned against the tree. Dean removed his clothes. Cas' eyes lingered over each new exposed patch of skin. He let his husband undress him. Once he was completely nude, Dean straddled him. He stretched his arm and rummaged through the basket. He grinned in triumph upon finding a small bottle of olive oil.
He covered his fingers with it. Dean fingered himself. He saw Castiel's eyes become dark. His husband was already hard. Cas' mouth plundered Dean's lips. The two men kissed voraciously. Dean settled comfortably on Castiel's lap. He guided the blue eyed man's engorged shaft inside him.
Castiel planted his hands on Dean's hipbones. He kissed the Winchester's upper chest, as he thrust deeper into him. Dean held on to Cas' shoulders. He rode his lover fast and hard. "Deeper, Cas…I need to feel all of you in me." Dean said the words in Cas' mouth.
The bark of the tree scratched Castiel's back. The rough feeling didn't faze him. Sliding in and out of Dean's hot puckered hole was driving him wild. Dean was close to coming. The delicious friction which resulted from his cock rubbing against Castiel's toned stomach was amazing. He came a couple of minutes after Cas found his prostate. Seeing Dean arch his neck backwards and moan his name in ecstasy made Castiel jump off the edge. He climaxed.
Their bodies still shuddered. The wind picked up. Castiel licked sweat from Dean's clavicle. Cas lay down on the rumpled blanket, bringing Dean with him. He wiped semen from both of their satiated bodies with a handkerchief from the basket.
Castiel fingered the sun necklace he gave Dean. The Winchester removed a plain gold band from his left ring finger. He nibbled his swollen lower lip. "I want you to have this."
Cas shook his head. "Dean, this was your mother's wedding band. I cannot accept it."
"I love you. Please take it and promise you will always wear it."
Castiel removed his wedding band from his marriage to Meg and slid it on his right hand's ring finger. Dean put Mary's ring on Cas' finger. "Mom would've wanted you to have it." Castiel looked at Dean's mother's ring. It fit him perfectly. This was a good omen.
"Thank you, Dean. I promise I will never take it off." Castiel kissed the tip of Dean's nose.
They fell asleep under the Sycamore tree. The stars twinkling, one in particular shined the most...the star Cas named the Destiel star.
I am going to stop saying that two or three chapters are left, because this puppy keeps running away from me.