Happy Holiday's my pretties! Behold, my first Christmas Special!

Chapter 4: Christmas Angel! Castiel and (Santa's) Elf! Dean.

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Edit 1/15/23: Updated Tags- Light bondage. Cuffs. Gag. Vibrator. Pointy ear kink.

Castiel let himself into the house, coaxing the door open and shut as quietly as he could. He gave his wings a ruffle before folding the dark appendages to his back, toeing out of his boots and leaving them by the front door so he could pad around in his socks. He only came home late once a year if he could help it, and while it was the one night an earthquake wouldn't wake Beckett he still avoided taking the chance.

The Angel padded through their house, pausing as he passed through the living room to check things over. Presents, check. Stocking's, check. Milk, sipped. Cookies, munched. Check, check. Perfect. Cracking a smile, Castiel continued on to the master bedroom. Ironically the children of the North Pole were the only ones who endured an actual charade Christmas night. Santa had to be around the world in a very short period of time, and every year there were more humans than ever. He just couldn't take the time to visit the ones at the North Pole too. Still, it was also the one place where believing in Santa wouldn't get you beat up on the playground. Not when the entire place was occupied by Christmas Angels and Elves. One to go around granting Christmas wishes and taking some of the load off the big guy, the other to make the presents and get things prepped for the big night. The two species lived and worked together to make sure Santa got things done right and on time. And contrary to popular belief, the Elves weren't small. They were quite normal sized, they had to be considering the presents kids wished for. Their cousins the Tooth Fairy's had shrinking abilities, to get in and out and make the switch easier, but that was it. The only thing separating either from normal humans were their pointed ears. The Christmas Angels were much the same way, human save for their wings. Well, and magic. They all had a bit of magic of one sort or another.

Castiel, for his part, was a Christmas Angel. He'd been assigned to Further-Eastern European Time this year, Russia division, and had just gotten back. It was just passed midnight North Pole time, not too bad. He was hoping to have some fun with his mate tonight. Technically speaking all the magical species were immortal, even if they could be killed and have kids of their own, but eternity was a long time to spend alone. Most of them had mates before they were more than four centuries old. In Castiel's case, he'd fallen for one of the Elves. A green eyed, hard working Elf by the name of Dean. Sadly, no amount of magic or wishing could change the fact that they couldn't conceive a child of their own, the biggest downside of their relationship. Despite that, they had a seven year old daughter currently sleeping upstairs, a Christmas Angel by breed. Beckett's birth parents had both died, her father on the factory floor and her mother by a paranoid human. There were many children like her, as sad as it was, but Castiel and Dean weren't the only couple more than willing to take them in. She was seven now, and had been theirs for the last five years.

Considering she wasn't theirs biologically, sometimes it was hard to tell. For example, because of Castiel's duties Dean was the one to put her to bed on Christmas Eve. He always had to slip her some sleeping medicine via eggnog to make sure she wouldn't try staying up to wait for Santa, something he himself had tried as a kid.

Castiel considered checking on her, but discarded the idea. Instead he continued on to their bedroom, opening the door and shutting it behind himself. The Angel turned, glanced at the bed, did a double take, and smiled.

"I would have come sooner if I'd known you were waiting for me," he commented innocently, circling around the room. He took off his uniform, hanging it up and stripping down to his underwear. Then he ducked into their bathroom for a few minutes, primarily to scrub away the sweat and grime that came from flying at top speed through city air. That done, the Angel hurriedly relieved himself and brushed his teeth before returning to the bedroom.

Dean hadn't answered him. He couldn't, not with a ball gag in his mouth. He'd had the foresight to pull a blanket up, but from what Castiel could see the Elf was both gagged and bound, his wrists cuffed to their headboard above his head. As he drew closer, he could hear the soft hum of a vibrator set on low.

Deciding to torment his mate just a little more, Castiel yanked back the covers before climbing onto the bed. There was only so much Dean could do to himself, but he'd managed quite well. The cuffs were padded, so they wouldn't dig into his wrists, and the vibrator was one Castiel recognized. It was long, ridged, and had three different settings. Right now Dean had it on the lowest one, his cock hard and curling up towards his belly.

Castiel crawled over him, running a hand through his hair once before tangling his fingers in it, dipping down to one quivering pointed ear. He kissed the appendage near the tip, smiling at the whimper it coaxed from his mate. An Elf's ears were sensitive, and unless handled with care could cause them great pain. But handled properly, they could cause something far better.

"You've been so good for me," the Angel murmured approvingly, wings half extending to loom protectively over his mate. "You followed my instructions perfectly. Now, are you ready for your reward?"

A low keen came from the Elf below him, followed by a reluctant, "Uh-huh," around the gag. Considering how enthusiastic he was in the moment, to this day Dean remained embarrassed of the things that got him off. Still, Castiel was nothing if not patient.

"Good." Pulling away, the Angel reached down and gripped the vibrator. He turned it slowly, giving it a few experimental tugs. "Would you like something else inside you? Or would you rather cum on this?"

When Dean didn't answer, Castiel gently nibbled on the shell of his ear. That time he got a keening whine, hips bucking into him desperately. He pulled the vibrator out a few inches, then jammed it back in, as much to torment as to see how ready his mate was.

Dean bucked into the thrust, moaning softly. Satisfied with this, Castiel found the remote at the other end of the wire. He flicked it up to medium, enjoying how Dean jerked below him. His mate's chest started to rise and fall rapidly, panting around the gag, hips bucking desperately. He tried to roll over, to find some friction, but Castiel held him down.

"Steady, Dean," the Angel hummed. "If you want my cock, you're gonna have to wait for it."

The Elf outright groaned, but visibly stilled. Castiel kissed his temple approvingly, idly helping himself to the lube on the nightstand and coating his hardening member with it. That done, he turned the vibrator up to high while he traced the tip of his mate's ear with the tip of his tongue. That time the ball gag had to smother a cry, the Elf visibly shuddering, eyes rolling back in pleasure. The Angel smirked, pleased to realize his effort to find his mate's prostate had been successful.

"Mmm, good Elf, so obedient," Castiel murmured, lips pressed to his ear. "Say please, and you'll have what you want."

For a moment he was afraid Dean wouldn't do it, but after a long silence the Elf spat out a single word around the ball gag, half angry half desperate. "Please!"

Satisfied, Castiel yanked the vibrator out and flicked it off. Before Dean could relax, he braced both hands on his mate's hips and rocked his own forward. Dean shuddered, moaning, eyes hazy. Castiel moaned right along with him that time, wet heat engulfing him.

One hand grabbed the headboard, the other bracing on the Elf's shoulder. Wings still flared, Castiel bent over his mate, setting a steady pace. A soft, keening moan drifted up from his mate's mouth, his body rocking a little with the thrusting rhythm the Angel had set. Slowly, he picked up speed until skin began smacking on skin, his mate's chest heaving once more. Oh gods he loved doing this. It was just as enjoyable as his own pleasure when he got his mate into bed, watching as he melted into a puddle of pleasure and need.

"Are you going to cum for me, Dean?" the Angel rasped into a pointed ear, his own breath coming rapidly. "Are you going to cum on my cock?"

Dean opted to answer via action rather than words. The green in his eyes was barely visible now, dilated as they were. They rolled back as his pants became ragged, a low cry emitting from his throat. Castiel groaned as his mate clamped down on him, then gasped aloud as his own orgasm hit. His shoulders hunched, fingers digging into wood as he gave a few more wild thrusts.

Gradually, Dean went limp below him, the tension seeping from ridged muscles. Castiel pulled out, took a shaky breath, and reached up to undo the gag. He tossed it aside, dipping down to kiss his mate thoroughly. The Elf hummed absently, returning it with a bit less enthusiasm.

Castiel waited until Dean was left gasping breathlessly a second time before reaching up, uncuffing his wrists. The Elf's arms fell limp around his head, watching the Angel through lidded eyes. One callused hand raised after a moment, palm pressing to Castiel's cheek. The Angel lifted one of his own hands, pressing it over Dean's.

"Thought we'd be getting too old for this by now," the Elf mumbled, heaving a contented sigh.

A smile tugged at the Angel's lips. "We're not even four hundred years old yet, Dean."

His mate groaned. "Not helping, Cas."

Castiel brought his hand around, kissing his palm gently. "You're just tired, Dean. You're always burned out this time of year."

Children were fickle creatures, but despite the magic mojo that could help predict what they'd need/want come Christmas there was a limited amount of accuracy. From November 1st to December 24th, the Elves were working night and day to get ready, creating and building and prepping and wrapping and tending to the billion and one details that it took to get Santa off the ground. Castiel didn't see much of his mate during December, neither did Beckett, but it was their way, they were used to it. Technically the Christmas Angels weren't much better, they just dealt with everything outside the 'Pole while the Elves never left it. The only reason Castiel had been granted lighter duties was because of Beckett, as was the case with all parents. Besides, it was easier for them to be down an Angel than down an Elf.

Accordingly, they liked to have a bit of fun when it was all over.

Bending down to place a tender kiss on his mate's mouth, Castiel murmured, "Want to try again?"

Dean groaned quietly. "I need to be able to walk in the morning, Cas."

"Only a little. Besides, they won't need you in the workshop for a week." The Angel kissed him again, adding, "I thought you liked the idea of being fucked into unconsciousness."

The Elf grimaced, but Castiel caught the hitch of breath, the pink in his ears as they wiggled a little in delight.

Resting their foreheads together, he murmured, "I'll be gentle, Dean."

His mate outright flushed at that. "You don't need to be," he protested gruffly. "I look like some China doll to you?"

Castiel chuckled. "Of course not. That doesn't mean I shouldn't want to take care of you."

"Why can't I take care of you?"

"You already do that," Castiel reminded him patiently. "The only time I can return the favor is when you're too worn out to put up a fuss."

Dean made a face, but didn't argue. How could he? Castiel was right, normally their roles were reversed. Dean got antsy if he didn't have something to do, someone to take care of. That being said, Castiel wasn't above taking advantage of the situation in order to turn the tables.

Satisfied he'd won the argument, Castiel kissed him once more, slow and gentle and lingering. There was a soft hitch of breath, an almost delicate gasp as the Angel slowly entered him once more. He took his time, moving at a lazy pace, one hand stroking the Elf's hair and caressing his ears, his mouth pressing tender kisses along his jaw and neck. Dean was almost trembling below him, legs clamped tight around him, hands clutching his shoulders, running through his hair or reaching out to brush his feathers.

This time it wasn't rough, hungry fucking, wasn't dominating or demanding. There was no rush to a climax, no urgency or drive, just the desire to make the moment last and enjoy it. Castiel took his time, worshipping his mate, loving every part of him, shivering when Dean met him halfway. The Christmas Angel made slow, tender love to his mate, savoring every gasp, every whimpering moan.

In the end, the orgasm actually surprised Castiel. He kept going though, not stopping until an equally surprised cry emitted from his mate's lips. The Angel caressed his cheek, watching as Dean's eyes fluttered closed. He wasn't sure if the Elf was asleep, but he seemed pretty close to it. He gingerly untangled himself, drawing the covers up as he settled next to his mate. Castiel reached over, turning off the bedside light, plunging the room into darkness. As he lay back, though, hands fumbled sluggishly, clutching at his shoulder and tugging him over. Cracking a smile, the Angel rolled onto his stomach, putting an arm around his mate and nuzzling his neck, one wing draping over the Elf.

Dean settled after that, and Castiel closed his eyes. Sleep wasn't long in coming.

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