Dean and Castiel were surrounded by paint and brushes. Dean was avidly working on something he didn't want Cas to see yet. Cas was trying to subtley scoot around to see.

"Cas, get off my ass. I can't work if you keep making me move." He flicked a bit of paint at him.

"Oh, believe me Dean. You would know if I was anywhere near that perfect ass of yours." He got on all fours and crawled a little closer. Dean locked eyes with him and let his painting hand fall against his knee. They hadn't done anything involving penetration, but it made Dean nervous every time he thought about it. They had never really spoken about it either. Castiel continued to crawl towards him with a devious look in his shockingly blue eyes. Dean looked away and began painting with a quickness.

"Cas, if you keep distracting me, I will never get this done. I'm nearly done anyway." Cas sat back and huffed in impatience. It took Dean ten more minutes to finish the painting. "Ok, are you ready to see it?" Castiel went stick straight and nodded vigorously. Dean flipped the painting around and Cas lost all the air in his lungs.

The background of the painting was a mixture of purple and gray. In the foreground was a pair of hands extending upward. They were bound by cuffs that looked like they were connected to the corner the hands looked to be reaching to. It was a shadow, but it stood out as if it were painted in bright neon colors. Castiel couldn't stop looking at the painting. It was beautiful... and oddly arousing. Dean was smiling behind the painting as he watched Cas react to it.

Cas got up and took the painting. He put it on his dresser, right in the middle. Cas then beckoned for Dean to follow him onto the bed. He did as he was asked and sat on the end facing the headboard with his feet tucked under him. Castiel slinked up to him and took him by the face before gently kissing him. Dean seemed ready for it and pushed him back a little with his eagerness. Cas pulled back and shook his head.

"We are going to go over some of my rules now. Get off the bed and undress until you have nothing but your boxers on." Dean's stomach hit his feet. He slowly got off the bed and started taking off his clothes. He was looking at Cas the entire time, but Cas wasn't looking at his eyes. He was staring at his chest as he unbuttoned his shirt. He followed his hands with his gaze. Dean felt a streak of boldness and before he reached for the button on his jeans he ran his hand down his hardening length and smirked as Cas glared at him and waited for him to finish while adjusting himself on the bed. Dean finally got done with the undressing and got back up on the bed.

"Sit cross-legged in the middle of the bed." Cas decreed as he moved to make room. Dean did as he was told once more and felt his cheeks heat up. His cotton boxers were doing nothing to hide the fact he was turned on.

Cas sat behind him and removed his own shirt. Dean was getting nervous and twitchy when he finally heard the next command, "You will not react to anything I do unless given permission to do so. I don't want one sound, or major movements. Understand?" Dean affirmed his understanding and then asked why. "It teaches you discipline, and it pleases me to see you strive to do as you're told. God complex, remember? Now, sit straight, look forward. No reaction. If there is one I will have to find a way to punish you." Dean was curious as to what that would be, but he wanted to be good.

Cas slid his hand straight up Dean's spine. The muscles tightened and goosebumps formed all along his back. He drew his hand across his shoulders. He used his nails to lightly scratch across the tops of the muscles of his shoulders. Dean was doing very well until Cas bent down and bit the base of his neck, where it meets the shoulder. It was a very sensitive place. Dean couldn't hide the fact he had made a noise.

"You were doing so well Dean." Cas moved to sit in front of him. He glanced down and took in the sight of Dean fully erect and straining against his thin boxers. He made eye contact and Dean lunged forward. He wrestled with Cas for a bit, trying to establish the dominant position, but he failed. He was face down on the bed with Cas sitting on his hands behind his back. Cas turned and full handedly smacked Dean on the ass.

"Whoa!"

"That's for reacting." He did it a second time with a little more force, "And that is for trying to take my role."

"Ah, c'mon sweet cheeks, I couldn't help it. You know me, always trying to please you. I know you like it when I push you around."

"Well, you aren't much of a fight." Insulted, Dean bucked up against Cas and pulled him down. He had him on his back while lifting himself up with his arms. Cas' legs came up and wrapped around Dean's waist. Dean lowered himself and rubbed back and forth against Cas. He watched as Cas inhaled sharply.

"I will not be tolerant of outbursts like this."

"What are you gonna do?" That was the wrong thing to ask someone with expierience. Cas squinted his eyes and his hand shot down between their bodies. He took ahold of Dean and he smiled when his partner squeezed his eyes shut. He started stroking. Dean moaned in the back of his throat. It was gutteral and deep. Cas reveled in the sound. He gently pushed Dean over onto his back and kept stroking him as he kissed him. Dean's breathing was getting faster with each downward pull. Their tongues began to battle one another and Cas bit Dean's lip as he squeezed a little harder.

Dean arched off the bed. No one had ever worked him like this. No female had ever taken the time. It was fantastic. Cas knew just what to do to drive Dean crazy. He was slowly sliding his boxers off at the same time. When Cas pulled back from the kiss he removed the fabric swiftly. Dean laid there naked and breathing heavy. He didn't have time to feel self conscious because he looked down and locked eyes with Cas as he slid both palms up the inside of his thighs. Dean's dick twitched when Cas' hands came into contact.

Their stares were locked as Cas leaned forward and licked the very tip of him. It was a quick flick of his tongue, but it set Dean's blood on fire. Every drop pooled into his erection and Cas went to work. He took him into his mouth and made sure to let his spit slide down so he could move his hand freely. Dean's breath was eractic and he couldn't seem to catch it. He balled his fists in the sheets and pulled. Cas' mouth was the best feeling he's ever felt. Cas licked and sucked in just the right rhythm that Dean could already feel his release building. Cas went a little faster and he felt Dean's legs tense beneath him.

All of a sudden, on the brink of cumming, Cas pulls away and stops everything.

"NO!" Dean writhes on the bed for a few seconds as his release dies down and the feeling of unsatisfaction sets in.

"Don't challenge me Dean. I will always win." Cas smirked as he climbed back on top of Dean.

"You are evil. That is cruel."

"That is fair punishment. Challenge me and I will show you just what I will do." He nuzzled his neck and kissed his jaw, "Now... are you ready for me to finish what I started?" Dean inhaled deeply and hesitantly nodded, "Ask me nicely."

"Will you please finish?" Dean couldn't meet Cas' eyes.

"What do you want me to do specifically?" Cas was trailing his tongue down Dean's neck and down the center of his broad chest.

"Ah.. I.."

"Do you want to cum, Dean?"

"Yes." Dean's face was burning.

"Say it."

"I.. Want you to make me cum. Please."

Castiel smiled, "Mmmm, I love it when you are a good boy, and soon you will too." Cas went back down and resumed his work. Dean was grunting and panting while his muscles tensed up and he knew Cas literally had him by the balls. It was one of the hottest things he's ever experienced. Cas let his hand do the work as he bent down and bit the place where Dean's thight met his groin.

As he felt Cas' teeth combined with the pressure of his hand, Dean felt himself explode. He came so hard stars shot across his vison. He growled Castiel's name. Dean felt Cas get off the bed, but he kept his eyes closed. He needed to control his ragged breathing and heartbeat. A minute went by and he felt soemthing touch him. He was now hypersensitive and looked up. Cas was cleaning him off with a small hand towel. He had a small satisfied smile on his face and he looked sweet.

Dean jacked up off the bed and grabbed Cas' face. He looked into his eyes for a second and kissed him gently. His lips were slightly swollen and red from the blowjob he just gave.

"That was repayment for my painting." Cas' voice was soft and deep.

"I'll paint a hundred more, if you'd like." Dean smiled as Cas blushed and laughed. They kissed softly again.

"Come lay with me. Let's watch a movie." Cas pulled him into the living room and grabbed a blanket. Dean stretched out on the couch, still fully naked. Cas eyed him and threw a pair of sweats out of the bedroom on his lap. Dean chuckled, no longer feeling self conscious about his nakedness. Cas went to the TV and popped in A Knight's Tale. He stretched out next to Dean with his back against his chest. Dean snuggled up close and wrapped his big arms around him. Cas felt safe and something else he didn't readily recognize.

As the story of William was told, Cas drifted off the sleep. For the first time in his life he willingly fell asleep in the arms of someone else.