Cas stood on the large veranda at the entrance of the ludus, wringing his hands nervously. The sun was sitting just above the horizon, casting the last of its light across the valley in beautiful shades of orange, pink, and amber. But Cas' mind was too consumed with worry for him to notice the breathtaking display; he had been awaiting Dominus Crowley's return with his gladiators, awaiting Dean's return, for hours.
His promise of visiting Dean the next night after their first amazing rendezvous had gone unfulfilled for two nights, one week, two weeks. Cas had been called away from the ludus unexpectedly and abruptly as his domina had decided she wanted to take a trip to the coast- the journey in and of itself was two days and the domina wanted to spend almost two weeks there. Cas had been loaded into a small caravan with the domina's other hand-servants for her summer get-away with barely a moment's notice. He'd only had a short amount of time to sneak down to Dean's cell in the gladiator's quarters to tell him. The fire-hot passionate kiss Dean had given him before he had to run back upstairs had lingered warmly on Cas' lips for the entirety of the domina's trip and memories of being on his knees in front of Dean had kept him warm on his cot alone at night for those two weeks he was away.
When Cas finally returned to the ludus that afternoon his heart was pounding wildly at the thought of seeing Dean again. But when he found Dean had been at his second gladiator match as Crowley's champion since the day before, Cas felt that heady anticipation turn to cold dread. He tried comforting himself with the understanding that Dean was a skilled fighter, but it did not stop him from feeling queasy all afternoon and into the twilight hours.
It was not until the moon had replaced the sun and stars began twinkling high in the summer sky that Cas heard the rumbling approach of the dominus' convoy. Torches lit the dirt road leading to the ludus but it was still too dark for Cas to see if there were any bodies in the cart that brought fallen gladiators home to be buried. But even if his heart was fraught with worry, he knew he'd be in trouble if he stood there much longer.
Slipping back inside the ludus, Cas busied himself with dusting while keeping one ear on the returning carriages outside. A jovial roar went up that echoed through the house and Cas could hear the gladiators shuffling into the underground rooms amid shouts of "Dean! Dean! Dean!". Cas couldn't help the grin that spread across his face. They were cheering their victor.
A short time later, Cas was turning down this domina's bed for the night, his body positively thrumming with anticipation of seeing Dean again, waiting until the time was right that he could sneak down to Dean's cell. After seeing to it that the domina's room was ready, Cas took a big gulp of air to quiet his thundering pulse then turned to exit - and almost ran right into Dominus Crowley.
He let out a little squeak of surprise and took a step back before plastering a demure and polite smile on his face. "Dominus," he said, bowing.
Crowley dipped his chin in the customary reply then tilted his head to the side, looking Cas up and down cryptically. Cas swallowed but held his smile in place. He had no idea if he had done something wrong in Crowley's eyes or deserved punishment of some kind but he knew he wanted to see Dean as soon as he could so he kept his tongue to get it over with.
Crowley was quiet for a long moment that seemed to stretch into eternity, but Cas still stood, knowing he was forbidden to leave until the dominus gave him permission. Then Crowley cracked a grin and clasped his hands behind his back. "The gods have blessed us in the arena these last two days. Dean has shown himself to be our mighty victor and has fattened my coin purse considerably."
Cas felt a well of pride tighten his chest, but he was not entirely sure why his dominus was speaking to him about Dean at all. He was, after all, only a house slave; not exactly one to carry on a conversation with. He stood, silently waiting for Crowley to continue.
"I asked my champion if he would like a reward upon our return to the ludus for this night of celebration," the dominus went on, his smile lessening somewhat to convey his slight confusion, "and his answer was simply a night alone… with you."
Cas had to bite back the gasp that rose in this throat. His heart positively soared. And yet, he still waited for his dominus to excuse him from the room, though all he wanted in that moment was to fly down to Dean's underground cell and wrap himself in his warrior's arms.
Dominus Crowley gave his head a slight shake, but smiled. "I supposed I do not understand it myself, but my champion gets what his heart desires." He stepped to the side with his palm out. "Please, take your leave and give our gladiator his due reward."
Castiel gave a brusque nod and quickly, but without running, left the room. His heart was thudding in his chest as he approached the main staircase that led down. He reminded himself not to use the secret entrance this time. The dominus' guards would be expecting him to use the central entryway.
Sure enough, as he descended the stone steps to the gated entrance where he first spoke with Dean, two guards stood waiting. Cas feathered his fingers over the band around his neck but held his head high. "I am here at Dean's request," he said, surprised at how even his voice sounded when his heart felt like it was about to flutter right out of his chest.
The guards nodded and one pulled out a ring with many heavy iron keys on it. Soon the door was unlocked and Cas was being led through the hallways to a room that was very different than the one he'd been in with Dean before. This one had a rather comfortable looking cot with a plump straw mattress on it that was big enough for two and there were no chains or shackles to be seen anywhere.
Dean sat on the edge of the bed wearing naught but a tunic and was freshly bathed judging by the wet look of his hair. The smile he gave Cas when he saw him sent a hot spike of arousal straight through his middle and he felt his knees buckle. They remained motionless, drinking each other in, until Cas heard the thick wood door close behind him. Alone, finally.
He couldn't wait a moment longer. He rushed forward just as Dean stood and they collided in the middle of the candlelit room with a frenzied crush of bodies and tongue and teeth and lips. Dean's strong arms came up around him, holding him tightly for the very first time and Cas positively melted against him.
He plunged his tongue deep inside, sliding it over the roof of Dean's mouth. The sudden bulge he felt pressing thick and hot to his thigh made his cock, in turn, swell so quickly it was almost painful. Dean moaned with a rasp and Cas ate up the sound with greed. He'd never once met anyone who sated him and left him with such a profound craving all at the same time.
The kiss was so deep, Cas barely had a chance to breathe. When he finally broke for air he realized Dean was walking him backward toward the bed.
"Gods, I have missed this mouth. And these hands. And this body." Dean trailed wet kisses over each part he spoke of, ratcheting Cas' arousal ever higher.
Cas felt the back of his knees hit the wooden bedframe and he sat down on the straw mattress with a gasp, looking up at Dean demurely. He reached his hands out to where Dean stood before him, tugging him closer once he grasped hold of Dean's tunic. He spread his knees to accommodate Dean's frame as he came in close then began pulling his clothes off.
Dean's chest was heaving by the time Cas had him fully nude and his eyes were dark with a thrilling lust that hit Cas right in his core. Cas quickly undressed himself where he sat on the bed, tearing the thin fabric off as fast as his trembling hands would allow. Dean's gaze flicked over every inch of Cas' exposed skin and a shudder wracked through him under the hungry perusal.
Cas barely had a moment to take one more breath before Dean was suddenly on top of him with a feral growl reverberating out through his chest. Cas was pushed back onto the bed with Dean pinning him down with his body weight. The solid press of him was like the sweetest sin and Cas couldn't help but crane his neck up to lick the sweat beading up on Dean's chest. Dean sucked in a sharp breath and humped his hips down to rub his erection alongside Cas'.
Reaching a hand between them, Cas held their cocks together, almost coming undone right then and there from the hot slide of Dean's shaft against his own. He licked a wet stripe up the side of Dean's neck, relishing in the pulse thundering under his tongue, then suckled on Dean's earlobe.
Dean bucked into the grip of his fist with a gasp when Cas whispered right into his ear: "I need to feel you inside me, Dean."
Nodding his agreement rapidly, Dean pulled back just a little so he could fumble a small bottle of oil off off the bedside table. He pulled the cork out with his teeth then brought his hand up, coating his fingers generously. Some of it dripped onto Cas' belly and slid down the the dark thatch of hair around his cock. He groaned at the sensation and almost let his eyes slip closed from the pleasure but he forced them to remain open so he could keep his focus solely on Dean.
Dean sat back on his haunches on the bed, placing a hand on Cas' knee and gently coaxing his thighs to fall open. Cas obliged immediately, letting out a long slow sigh as Dean's fingertips found then probed his entrance.
"So beautiful," Dean said, circling his slicked fingers around and around the tightly furled skin. He gently but efficiently worked Cas open and by the time Cas was ready they were both panting, their cocks aching and fit to burst.
Dean kneed closer to Cas on the bed then took his dick in hand and lined up against Cas' quivering flesh. Cas held his breath as Dean slowly began pushing inside. Cas had never been with anyone like this and there was a bit of a burn he was not expecting as he opened to accommodate Dean's girth and Cas grit his teeth against the bite of pain. Letting his breath out on a long exhale, he concentrated on relaxing.
Dean curled forward, settling a tender kiss on Cas' lips. "I have dreamt of this moment for so long," he whispered, stretching Cas inch by inch. "It is the only thing that kept me going through all those battles; coming back to you, being with you like this."
Cas cried out when his body finally relaxed enough to allow Dean to fill him. Dean murmured soft encouragements at the corner of Cas' mouth as he pushed inside completely.
"Oh, Dean," Cas whimpered. He'd never felt so full in his whole life. Dean's thick member was stretching him wider than he thought was possible but, now that his body was used to the intrusion, it felt indescribably wonderful.
Dean looked so beautiful above him. Cas reached up and caressed his face and Dean nuzzled into the touch as he began slowly moving in and out of Cas' lax, wet hole. He feathered delicate touches over the scars marring the skin on Dean's freckled shoulders. He could still hardly believe they were here together, after all that kept trying to keep them apart.
"I need to feel you closer, Cas," Dean panted, thrusting faster.
Cas moaned an agreement, though he didn't know how they could be closer than they already were. "Yes, Dean. Gods, yes."
Dean suddenly scooped his strong arms under Cas' back and deftly lifted him up so that Cas was in his lap all in one swift movement, never pulling out of Cas, never breaking their connection. Cas spread his knees on either side of Dean's hips. He gasped when Dean's cock slid even deeper inside him, glancing over a bundle of nerves that lit his whole body up with an exquisite heat.
Dean's arms came up around his back, holding him tightly, pressing them chest to chest. Cas buried his face in the crook of Dean's neck and gave a couple experimental rises and falls, feeling the incredible length of him seeming to press up in his belly.
Cas was breathing hard, his pulse thundering, his cock leaking where it slid between their sweaty bodies as he began to ride Dean in earnest. Dean groaned, thrusting up on each of Cas' thrusts down, creating a beautiful and natural rhythm.
"Only you, Cas. I need only you," Dean rasped, sliding one hand up into Cas' hair and tangling his fingers in the thick strands.
Cas moaned and squeezed his eyes shut. He was so close to falling over the edge. The scent of Dean's sweat and their lovemaking filled his nostrils driving him ever closer. His balls were tight and heavy, aching for the release only Dean could give him.
"Oh - oh, D-Dean," Cas sobbed. "I - I need…" he trailed off, his brain hardly able to form coherent words.
"I'm here, Cas, I'm right here. Come with me, my love." Dean held Cas ever closer.
Keening loudly, Dean slammed up into Cas roughly, chasing his own climax, over and over, hitting that bundle of nerves so deep inside Cas until it was just enough to send him careening to completion. He spurted his release between them, making a sticky mess of them both, spasming in Dean's arms with each pulse.
Dean followed right behind him, thrusting up one last time and filling Cas with his seed. Cas felt the warmth seep through him then start to leak out as Dean pumped his hips shallowly through the aftershocks of their shared orgasm.
Cas sagged in Dean's arms, panting to catch his breath. His hole twitched around Dean's cock and he shivered when Dean hummed happily, the sound of it reverberating right through Cas' whole body.
Dean rubbed his hands down Cas' back then kissed his temple. Cas let out a shaky sigh, satisfied in a way he'd never known. He pulled back a little, just enough to frame Dean's face with his hands and press a solid kiss to his mouth. Dean's cock, though softening, was still embedded in his ass and he wriggled his hips a bit, just to hear Dean moan.
Grinning, Cas kissed him again. "To the victor go the spoils," he whispered.
Dean chuckled and slipped his hands down Cas' back to squeeze the thick globes of his ass. "I was planning on telling you when you came in, but then all thought fled my mind the moment I laid eyes on you."
Cas smiled. He knew the feeling. When he had seen Dean sitting on the bed his sole thought had been getting himself in Dean's arms as quickly as possible. "Tell me what?" Cas asked.
Dean looked at him, heart and soul shining in his green eyes. "I have earned enough these last two weeks you've been gone to fund Sam's schooling and buy our freedom. We are finally free of this place."
A tightness filled Cas' chest like none he'd ever experienced. Tears welled in his eyes and he threw his arms around Dean's neck. "You're serious?"
Dean nodded against the side of Cas' neck and Cas could hear the unadulterated joy in his voice. "Yes. I need only you in this life, Cas. No matter where we are, I'm yours. But now we are free and we go wherever we choose."
Cas pressed kisses to Dean's jaw and face and mouth. "Where shall we go?" he asked, love filling his heart to bursting.
"I care not, as long as it is with you," Dean replied. He pulled back, his gaze drifting down to the band around Cas' neck.
The weight of it, which had come to be so much a part of his daily life, seemed very heavy suddenly and he could not wait to be free of it once and for all. And it was because of Dean that he would be free of it.
Cas began moving again in Dean's lap, overcome with so many emotions and wanting to show Dean just how grateful he was. Dean moaned, pulling his hands down to grasp Cas' hips. Cas could feel Dean's cock start to swell again in his ass and he leaned forward for a kiss.
"Let us decide tomorrow," he said with a grin, grinding down and relishing in Dean's gasp. They could decide where to go and when to go, for now they were free.