I haven't given up on it! Sorry it's taken so long, but here is the next chapter of Initiation. I hope it was worth the wait.

When Kate Beckett tells you to strip, you strip.

Unfortunately, Rick's a little drunker than he thought, and has a bit of trouble with the command. He gets his jacket off all right, and one of his shoes, but the other one doesn't want to come off and he hops around in a tight circle as he tugs at it. He nearly topples Esposito at one point.

Kate is not impressed.

She rolls her eyes at him, an expression so familiar it almost makes him laugh until he remembers what happened last time.

"Boys," she orders, "Mr. Castle seems to be having trouble with his clothing. Remove it for him."

Ryan walks around Rick's front and tackles the buttons on his shirt. Meanwhile, Espo is somewhere behind when Rick feels hands around his waist, fiddling with his belt. It's all so ridiculous and confusing but Beckett seems to be enjoying it so he'll go along with it for now.

Holy hell, Ryan's hands are cold!

Espo's got his belt and thinks it's funny to snap it. Rick turns his head to comment but his snarky remark changes into a yelp when the second snap lands flat across his ass. He senses Kate approach before he sees her and twitches as she joins in.

Pushing his shirt off his shoulders, Kate loops her arms around his neck, drawing him closer. Her tongue runs a circuit from his ear to his jaw, eventually finding its way into his hungry mouth. He barely flinches when 'Zito removes his pants, the Hispanic detective's hands finding places Rick never could have imagined wanting them. Kevin is in his boxers, stroking himself through the fabric. Kate's leather abrades Rick's nipples as the grommets press chilled marks into his skin.

Suddenly, she is gone. Lips chasing hers, he leans forward only to receive another whack across his cheeks, bare this time. He yelps, can't help it, and he hears her deep chuckle wash over him.

"Alright dirt bag, hands behind your head!"

"Dirt bag?" Castle scoffs, "Really Ryan?"

Esposito jumps in. "You heard him, Castle, hands up, legs apart," and after a second he adds, "and that's Detective Ryan to you."

A shiver runs through Castle's body. God knows, he is far from a shy man, and he's never felt the need to be ashamed of his assets either, but this, this exposure, the fact that he would be essentially "on display" for the three horny detectives, scares him a little.

But it excites him a hell of a lot more.

So he complies.

He feels a surge of masculine pride as they circle him, like a wolf pack stalking their prey, making appreciative noises as they take note of his physique.

"Damn, Castle," Esposito hums, "when'd you get the fire hose?"

Castle shrugs, but can't help a smart alecky remark. "It just sort of grew on me, 'Zito," he grins.

He squeals as he feels slim fingers twist in his hair, yanking his head backwards and down, forcing his spine into a sharp curve. Her body is the only thing keeping him upright, and the bite in her voice tells him that she is not playing around. "What did I tell you, Castle?" she hisses.

He honestly cannot remember. She forces him back to his hands and knees, curving her form over his to hold him down. He gulps as she reaches around to grab him while keeping a tight hold on his hair. "You don't seem to understand," she purrs, "you are the low man on the totem pole," and she rakes her nails down him to emphasize her point, "and you are going to show us the proper respect." His heart pounds, as much from her words as her ministrations. "Now, apologize to Detective Esposito."

He raises his eyes to meet the other man's, but he is distracted by the Hispanic Detective's distinct lack of clothing. "I'm very sorry, Detective," he manages, "I meant no disrespect." He thinks he's done well, but the yank on his scalp says otherwise. She forces his torso upright, delivering a quick nip to the side of his neck.

"Not like that, Castle, he requires a more, tactile apology." All three of them grin wickedly as Esposito approaches him. Ryan giggles.

"Time to see what that mouth of yours can really do."

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