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Chapter 3:

They woke the next morning to Gabriel giggling in the doorway. Dean threw a pillow at him only to knock over the gaming chair. "Up for class, cuties!" Gabe cried and retreated down the hallway. Castiel rolled his fist in his eyes like a child and looked over at Dean who was checking his alarm. They had a full 40 minutes before it was set to go off.

"Shower, or more sleep?" he rumbled at Cas. The smaller man wriggled so that he was facing Dean and burrowed into his larger form, Dean's arms winding around him.

"Shower, but you should join me!" he stretched up and gave Dean a light peck, not willing to delve deeper for the sake of morning breath. Dean growled low in his chest and hooked his arm behind Cas's neck, trapping him there for a deep kiss anyway. He shifted so that he was partially on top, and his right hand trailed down Cas's flat stomach, curving over his prominent hip bone and resting lightly on his left butt cheek. Cas's hands had a mind of their own, tracing every cut muscle in Dean's chest and abs, before he settled for leaving them on his raised shoulder-lats. He pulled away, feigning the need for air but actually squirming until he was free, darting from the room and into the bathroom across the hall. Dean chuckled and flowed suit.

When he walked in, Cas was already in the shower, the water hot and steamy. He poked his head out from behind the curtain to watch Dean undress with his back to the shower. The scars peppered his entire mid- to lower- back, straight lines curled into cruel twists of the knife, pock-marking in some places from jabs that didn't find full purchase in the skin. His eyes narrowed and he pulled his head back into the shower. He quickly cleaned out the old salve from last night before Dean could step in. He felt much better and less sore today.

Dean pulled aside the curtain and simply looked at Castiel, his cock coming to life before he could stop it. His little angel soaped up the pouf and bid him to take his place under the spray, preparing to wash him. Dean smiled and complied, thinking the gesture was cute.

As Castiel's hands ran the pouf over his hard body, Dean slid his eyes shut and relaxed into the sensation, letting the smaller man do what he wanted. He felt alarmingly safe with Castiel, more than he had in a very long time. Maybe it was his tiny stature, or his subordinate nature, but Dean was happy that he had decided to take the plunge. He wasn't prepared for the gesture when he felt Castiel's hand close around his hard cock from behind, working soap up the length and dipping below to cup his balls.

Cas slowly jerked him off, using the soap as lubricant and letting Dean's weight rest against his chest, his own back to the wall so that he could remain standing. Dean was much heavier than him, entirely from muscle weight. His other hand trailed southward, preparing to finger him open, but he paused, unsure if Dean would welcome that.

"May I?" he prodded Dean's cheek with a finger, whispering against his hairline. Dean hesitated, but complied, widening his stance.

Instead of remaining behind him, Castiel got on his knees in the back of the tub, leaving Dean to stand under the beating spray. Dean put his left foot on the lower wall of the tub, effectively giving his angel full access. The sub started slow, lapping the water trails off of Dean's thighs, working his way toward the center. He sucked a ball into his mouth gently, releasing it with a pop and sending a satisfied look up to Dean who was watching his every move.

When Cas's eyes flashed up to Dean's, so in-place, being a more than willing sub, something broke inside of him. He pushed them so that Cas was still on his knees, but his back was against the side-wall of the shower. The smaller man's hands timidly sought out Dean's hips. He thrust into Cas's open mouth, taking himself as deep as he could before his angel started gagging hard around him. He drew out and drove back in unrelentingly, his hands coming down to hold Cas's head so that it wasn't hitting the wall with each thrust. Castiel took him just shy of balls-deep each time, relaxing his throat for the intrusion. He remembered his former permission and slowly worked a hand in between Dean's thighs, wriggling a finger between his clenching, thrusting cheeks.

Dean cried out when Castiel's probing finger curled inside of him and brushed over his prostate, thrusting in hard and releasing into the smaller man's mouth without further hesitation. Cas swallowed all of it, suckling at the tip to extract the last drop and making Dean shudder hard.

They got out of the tub, kissing and pawing at each other. Just as Dean was tugging his naked friend across the hallway to give him the same treatment, Gabe called from the kitchen, telling them it was time to leave for class. For a minute, he honestly considered skipping, but at Cas's doleful look they got dressed and rushed out.

Dean dropped Cas off at his nursing class with a chaste peck and a promise to "take care of him later." Castiel blushed and ducked into the classroom. The larger man walked to his own class across campus in silence, pondering their relationship. They had slept in peace last night, meaning that he had had no nightmares while he held onto a small warm body. That was a good sign, right? His phone buzzed in his pocket, signaling a text.

Katz sent: hey big boy, heard you had my friend keeping you warm last night. Why don't you go ahead and stay at his place for the weekend? No interruptions. I won't even call! Gabriel promises too.

Dean laughed aloud at Gabe's consent, considering the idea. He sent back:

Dean sent: maybe I will, if he wants to. No labels yet so don't get eager and start jumping for joy

She sent back immediately:

Katz sent: you had a suck fest, and you owe him one from what I hear (which is everything) Believe me, he wants you to himself for a few days. Take the plunge.

Well there it was, then. He texted Castiel next.

Dean sent: there seems to be a consensus that I should stay at your apartment all weekend. Ideas?

Castiel sent: I hate Katarzyna.

Castiel sent: if you want to, I am definitely for it.

Dean smiled to himself as he arrived for his psychology class with Gabriel. When he sat down, his house mate was staring deep into his phone screen and trying not to smile.

Classes flew by, and at lunch time came around with a new invitation to eat with Castiel. Dean jumped at the chance, abandoning Gabriel after their second class together and practically running to the mess hall to meet his angel. He found Cas next to the main door, leaning against the wall looking positively edible. Dean had seen him dress briefly this morning, but hadn't really looked at him until now.

Cas was absorbed in his cell phone, ear buds in his ears. Today he was wearing dark teal skinny jeans that clung to his calves deliciously. A loose-cut soft grey deep v-neck t-shirt hung off his thin shoulders, his messenger bag hung off one shoulder, and oversized skating shoes made his feet look too wide for his small legs. In a word he was perfect. The tips of the feathers around his collar bones peeked out of the v-neck, making Dean's mouth water with want to taste skin that they were drawn on. Castiel suddenly looked up, pushing the over-large sunglasses up the bridge of his nose with one finger and cocking a hip when he saw Dean staring at him.

They went in and had a brief lunch, separating again to their respective classes with a promise by Dean to be at Castiel's after class tonight.

~0~0~

Dean sat in sociology, bouncing his leg impatiently and staring hard at the clock. It was 3:40; he had ten minutes before class let out. He began to ponder the idea that Cas had become his latest addiction, but one that he never wanted to quit.

At the apartment, Cas and Katarzyna were all a flutter cleaning the tiny apartment before Dean would arrive around six. Her phone kept ringing text messages from Gabriel breaking down every move that Dean made when he got home. She ignored them once it got ridiculous, such as "he's packing a blue shirt-blue!"and so on. Gabriel was so gay sometimes! Katz shook her head and turned the ringer down, smoothing a throw blanket over the back of the couch.

Castiel came out of his room looking harassed holding a charcoal cardigan and wearing unzipped cranberry-red skinny jeans, not knowing what shirt to wear. "He liked the one you had on today, it showed off the wings up top. Just put it on, or a black one like it." she fussed with a wave of her hand. When Cas disappeared back down the hall muttering to himself, she scampered into the kitchen, pulling out a roast that she had put in at lunchtime when their plans were finalized. The smell of meat, carrots, potatoes and onion wafted through the small living space, and soon enough Cas came trailing back into the kitchen, tugging a black v-neck down his flat stomach. He sniffed at the air appreciatively. "Dean is going to positively die over this. Meat and potatoes, what more could a guy ask for?" she winked at Cas, letting him taste a bite.

"Thank you so much. Look at you being so domestic!" he laughed, not seeing Katz as the housewife-type. Like ever. She rolled her eyes and hooked a heel back on her foot from where she had kicked them off on the tile floor. She had an appointment in an hour, and Dean would be here any minute.

"You're welcome, angel." Cas blushed at the nickname, looking down. "You know Dean calls you that, too? Gabe told me. How cute!" she giggled at his surprised look and sauntered down the hall to grab her coat off his bed. She came back, her bag of toys slung over her shoulder and cell phone in hand. "Now if you need anything, just call. I will be staying at Gabriel's until Monday." She tucked her phone in her pocket and looked up at her friend. "He's my appointment, and he asked me for two nights' worth. Just so happened to coincide with your plans." She winked and headed out, closing the door behind her.

Dean almost got a door to the face as he walked up on the stoop when she swung the lobby door open. "OH! Sorry there, Dean-o! Wouldn't do well for me to damage you now would it?" she laughed, patting his arm. "I'm off to a booking; you two have fun and act like bunnies! PS, I left a few toys for you guys to play with in the night stand." with a final wave and giggle she slid into her car and drove off. Dean stood on the stoop for a moment longer, shaking his head and settling the butterflies that had risen in his gut. He went through the lobby door and up the stairwell to Castiel's studio apartment, number 4B. Before he could even knock the door flew open and he was greeted with a delicious smell, and his even more mouth-watering lover.

"Hi," Cas breathed, leaning against the door frame.

"Hey," Dean replied, shrugging off his overnight bag and dark green canvas jacket.

"Come on, my turn to give the tour!" Castiel took Dean's hand and turned around the room they were in. "This is the living room-slash- kitchen- slash- dining room, back here is the bathroom, bedroom's here, and that's it. Studio apartment." He turned to Dean with a shy smile. "It's not a house or anything, but it's all I need being here alone." Dean laughed.

"Doesn't Katarzyna stay here now?"

"Well, yes. But not all the time, just when we hang out especially late. She thinks I need a cat to keep me company when she isn't here…or a boyfriend, more preferably," he added quietly.

"I think I can fix that." Dean teased, leaning down for a kiss. Both of them made their way back down to the kitchen. "So where has your esteemed friend gone off to tonight?"

"Um…she had a job." Cas wrinkled his nose. Dean sensed that this was not the whole story and took his smaller lover into his arms, nuzzling his neck and asking for the rest of the story. Cas sighed in defeat, not even putting up a fight. "Her client is Gabriel and Tristan. She's staying there until you go home apparently."

Dean shook his head in surprise, eyes widening. "Do you like her doing this? Like, don't you get jealous since she comes home to you?" Cas shook his head knowingly.

"No, she is just an old friend to me. The times that we do do anything, I usually put gas in her car or something as repayment. Her lifestyle has been her lifestyle for several years now, it would be stupid of me to get jealous." Cas worked on setting the kitchen bar for them to eat at while Dean sat in one of the bar stools, leaning on the counter top and listening.

"Oh," Dean said lamely. Cas turned to look at him. "I would just think that it would bother you that you have had pseudo-sex with someone only for them to go to someone else's bed the next day. Or several people's beds." Cas shook his head again.

"She isn't mine. That's the difference. You're jealous because of what has happened to you, and you are the possessive type. I like it. But I have never been scorned or hurt by someone, so I do not have that natural tendency to be suspicious." Cas murmured, not sure if he was crossing any lines here.

At Dean's resigned nod, Cas continued to plate the roast. He set everything out on the counters, not having a dining room table, and uncapped two beers, setting them aside. While he faced the counter and the plates of food, Dean came up behind him, hugging around his middle and nuzzling his face into the crook of Cas's neck. The smaller man laughed silently and turned his face in to Dean's, feeling forgiven.

Dean sucked his lover's bottom lip in between his teeth, biting down lightly before swiping his tongue over the abraded area. Cas turned fully, facing Dean and searching with his fingers to get under his soft t-shirt. Once he found skin, he traced the scars lightly, mapping out the surface of Dean's ravaged back and sides. He touched one just over the flare of his hip, and Dean shied away from the touch, almost as if it tickled. Cas pulled out of the kiss, incredulous.

"Are you ticklish?" he asked, moving for the same spot again.

"Don't you dare!" Dean fussed, swatting his hand away lightly. "Let's just eat, you incorrigible little angel." Dean ducked his head, not believing that he'd said the nickname out loud, but Cas just smiled and handed Dean a plate, scooping carrots on to his own.

About an hour- and a sink full of dishes- later, the two found themselves curled on the couch absently watching TV. Cas was sandwiched between the back of the couch and Dean's side, his head on the muscular chest so that he could see the TV. Dean lay on his back, his left arm behind Castiel. He was tracing absent patterns through the shirt, pausing only when his friend stretched his neck up for a kiss. By the third time this happened, Dean was finding it hard to pay attention to the television. He was counting down the seconds until Cas would seek out another kiss. Thirty-four seconds after the last one, Dean simply tugged Cas on top of him and held him tight, exploring the smaller man's mouth with his own. Nipping, licking, sucking were exchanged for heated breaths and quiet whimpers of need from Cas.

"Castiel, I have a question," Dean breathed out, making Cas pull back and sit squarely on the larger man's hips. "Do you want to be my boyfriend?" Dean asked shyly, his eyes anywhere but Cas's face. Blue eyes sought green as Cas smiled, ducking his head to taste skin.

"Of course, Dean." He took the tanned hand of his new boyfriend and tugged him up, leading them back to the bedroom.

"I understand if you're nervous to do it, but I'd like you to help me destroy this bed now." Cas whispered, turning back to place his mouth on Dean's skin what was exposed by his lax shirt collar.

"I…I don't know if I can without triggering…" Dean shied away from Cas's touch, his gaze dropping to the floor. "But I'd like to try" he added. Cas came close to him again, hands extended so that Dean could see them plainly. He folded into Cas's embrace easily.

"Then let's try. If you want to stop we will." Cas turned and sauntered to the bed, tugging off layers of clothes as he went. He then lowered himself onto the mattress on his stomach, wiggling his ass for Dean to see. The larger man laughed under his breath, doing the same and undressing as he went. Cas couldn't help but stare at the rippling flesh as Dean flexed out of his shirt and bent to take his pants down.

Castiel lay straight; his legs parted slightly, head rested on his folded arms. Dean crawled onto the bed so that he was hovering directly over his boyfriend, pressing kisses up his spine. Cas undulated and a small moan escaped his lips as Dean pressed kisses into the shaft bones of his tattooed wings, only to trail up further and bite Cas firmly on the shoulder. The smaller man trembled, holding in his breath, suspending his curiosity about where Dean would go next. He felt curious fingers tracing the lines of his feathers again, and goose bumps broke out over his pale skin.

Dean sat back, resting his butt just under the curve of Castiel's ass, on his thighs. The smaller man's legs went straight under him, and Dean's bent knees rested just outside of either of Cas's hips. He ran his finger tips over the feathers that covered the swell of his boyfriend's ass, wishing that he could card through the soft down. He settled for leaning back up over Cas's still form to press kisses everywhere he could reach. Cas laughed quietly and rolled over onto his back, reaching up and dragging Dean down for a kiss. Dean moaned into his boyfriend's mouth, sinking down to press him into the mattress with his weight. Cas secretly loved the sensation, wishing that he could have Dean hogtie him. But this was their first time, and Cas needed to not scare his new man off just yet.

He was distracted by the new sensation of Dean trailing down his torso, pausing to lick his nipples and blow on them, causing them to perk up, hard and sensitive. He continued his path further south. Cas fisted hands in the sheets, crying out when Dean descended on his throbbing erection. He swiped his tongue over the tip, taking off the bead of pre-cum before sinking down on his full length.

"Ah!" Cas moaned as Dean's tonsils squeezed the tender head. The larger man hummed in the back of his throat, causing Cas to almost come on the spot. Dean sensed it and took hold of the base of his lovers cock, working his way up and down the length while squeezing the base, not allowing for Cas to come just yet. This just drove the smaller man up higher, his hands trembling for wanting to take hold of Dean's head and ram up into his throat. He was worried that it would startle Dean and ruin the moment.

Dean on the other hand seemed to be enjoying what he was doing. He had shifted to lean on his elbows between Cas's thighs, one hand laced under his lover's thigh and one still gripping the base of his cock. He moved over the organ enthusiastically, moaning and humming as he gagged. He finally released the base of Cas's cock, the smaller man crying out and spilling into Dean's waiting mouth. Cas was almost screaming with the release, his hands travelling up to fist in Dean's hair and pull hard, causing the larger man to growl against the hard dick in his mouth. The vibrations only sent Castiel higher, and his body wracked with the force of his much-needed orgasm.

Totally blissed-out, he barely even noticed Dean rolling him over carefully. A pillow was tucked under his hips, adding height. Soft kisses spilled down his spine, before dean's devilish mouth dipped elsewhere. He felt Dean nose aside his butt cheeks, leading with his tongue. When that heavenly muscle found his hole, Cas woke from his trance with a snap. He twisted his body so that he was looking back at Dean, whose eyes looked back at him from the swells of his cheeks. Cas had never seen anything so hot.

"Oh my God Dean, you feel so good." Cas cried, writhing a bit against Dean's face.

"Quit being so impatient Castiel," he chided, pulling back and swatting a cheek. "Let me take my time and show you what I can do."

Cas felt a wave of submission come over him, willing him to sit perfectly still while Dean continued his ministrations. By the end of the "meal" Cas was practically sobbing into his pillow, muffling the screams and moans from is neighbors. He felt Dean move his knees up under himself and crawl to hover over Cas's body. There was an arm locked on either side of his shoulders, Dean's lips tracing the curve of one feather up over the line of his shoulder. His arm came up under Cas's left shoulder, wrapping around his chest and tugging him to roll over onto his back. The smaller man complied, looking up at his boyfriend through slightly glazed blue eyes. Dean planted a tender kiss on his lips, fingers tangling in the shock of black hair and a newly hardened cock pressing into his stomach. Dean sat back, capturing both of their erections in one hand, stroking hard and long.

"Where's your lube, angel?" Dean asked, tempted to take Cas in his mouth again. He had gotten over being forced to do these things for Alistair, and he found that he craved the contact. He missed the fell of someone else's skin, and most of all he was anxious to top again. "It's been years…years since I did this, so stop me if I hurt you." Before Cas could answer Dean pressed fingers to his lips. "I'll tell you if something happens. I promise." Cas nodded, eyes flicking down to Dean's hands on the lube bottle he had fetched from the night stand. He flicked it open with his thumb and poured a stream of the lube into his cupped fingers, rubbing them around and into the first ring of muscles of his angel's anus. Cas wriggled up to the slatted headboard, curling his fingers into the wood and willing himself to stay still, to keep his hands up there and hopefully not need the physical bondage.

With a start he felt Dean sink two fingers into him, scissoring him wide for a painless entrance. Cas already knew that it would be a harrowing stretch, and there was no way two fingers were going to make the burn any less real, but he wanted it bad. He liked it better when it hurt.

"Are you ready?" Dean whispered into Cas's ear, pressing his knees into his chest with one arm, three fingers of the other hand curling over his lover's prostate.

"Dean I need you to fuck me now!" Cas cried out, scratching at Dean's thighs with his hands that he had brought down from the headboard without thinking about it. "PLEASE!"

With a breathy laugh, Dean leaned back, removing is fingers and rubbing oil over himself to ease the stretch he knew his angel was about to feel. "Roll back over," he said flatly to Cas. Blue eyes sparked with interest as he obeyed, pushing the pillow back under his hips. Dean crawled forward to loom over him menacingly. His breath quickened and his face burrowed into the sheets when he felt Dean reach down and rub his head at Cas's entrance.

The initial push was fine, but after the first ring of muscles, Cas had to clench on the headboard's bars to vent the burn. He didn't want Dean to stop by any means. Once fully seated, Dean stopped, letting Cas get used to the size of him. The smaller man coughed quietly, bringing his legs together under Dean's spread thighs so that they were back to where they started.

"Dean" Cas choked out, "please move!" Dean laughed quietly and complied, pulling most of the way out before ramming home. Cas saw stars when Dean's oversized cock dragged over his prostate, sending him headlong into yet another orgasm. As he came down from his high, Dean was still rocking within him, trying to find his own release. He abruptly pulled out and flipped Cas back over, wrapping his legs around his waist and driving back in. The larger man thrust hard, pounding home with each punishing blow and making Cas scream in pleasure. He ducked down for a quick kiss before rearing back, hooking his fingers around the tops of Cas's thighs and driving in as deep as he could before releasing into his boyfriend, marking him as him own.

Dean sank down to lay across Cas's thundering chest, his own blood pounding in his ears. Cas seemed to be in a trance, his hands finding their way to Dean's back as he hummed quietly to himself. Dean simply lay there, planting random kisses onto Cas's collar bone and catching his breath. He didn't feel like the smaller man wanted him to move anyway.

"Dean," Cas whispered.

"Yeah, angel?" Dean huffed back, lifting himself off his skinny boyfriend and trying to pull out of him gently.

"No, that's what I was going to say. Stay in until you're soft or else it will hurt worse." He wrapped his ankles around Dean's hips, enhancing the request.

Dean sighed and rolled them so that the smaller man was on top, not to be crushed. Cas lay there peacefully, and they drifted in and out of sleep until Dean woke with a start from a bad dream.

~0~0~

Castiel landed unceremoniously on the floor of his apartment, tangled in the bed spread. He looked around, confused, until he heard Dean shuffling across the floor on the other side of the bed. "De-Dean?" he asked timidly. Was this a nightmare-induced sleep walk, like he'd heard about?

No sound came from Dean, but his eyes were open and he was walking upright around the bed, advancing upon Cas who still was huddled in the floor. Before he knew it, Dean's hands were around his throat and he was pinned to the floor by pure body weight. Dean wasn't joking; he thought Cas was trying to rape him like Alistair had all of those times, or carve new wounds into his skin.

Cas choked on what little air reserve he had left, trying to reach up and smack Dean out of his trance. It was no use, his arms were shorter than Dean's and currently he was being held at arm's-length with a slowly diminishing state of consciousness. Cas was terrified. He was just about to black out when he gave it one last go, swinging a leg up to kick Dean hard in the side of the head. He was released, and Casa rolled to his side, choking hard and swallowing as much air as he could before launching himself at Dean. The larger man sat as if he's never been hit, looking around the room in a daze before his eyes landed on his boyfriend.

"Oh my-" he managed before he was tackled to the ground by a flash of black hair and a scream. "Cas CASTIEL! ITS ME, I'm awake!" he got out between slaps and shakes. His small lover stilled on his lap, breathing hard still from the throttling.

"I am SO sorry! What…what did I do?" he asked quietly, afraid that he would be turned out now that he'd had a physical nightmare on Castiel.

"I'm not sure what triggered it, but I was asleep on your chest and you just started lashing out. You knocked me on the floor and lunged at me, putting all of your weight into choking me. I think if I hadn't managed the strength to kick you I'd be dead and you wouldn't have known." He was whispering by the end, scared out of his mind.

"Cas, I am so sorry... I can leave if you want." He looked down at his hands, ashamed. They sat in silence for a minute before a pale hand sound its way into his lap, and Cas slowly scooted closer. Tears streamed down the larger man's face before he knew it, and Cas wiggled up into his lap, allowing Dean to bury his face in his chest and sob.

Dean allowed himself to be dragged back into the bed, turning over so that Castiel could be the small spoon like they did the night before.

Things would be better in the light of day.

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