Oh, yeah, everything is unbeta'd. All my mistakes are my own. Also, didn't do quite as many re-reads and edits so there will probably be more mistakes than usual.
Disclaimer: Kripke owns all Supernatural characters. I'm only borrowing them.
Pairing: Dean/Castiel - very graphic. This is my first attempt at something like this because this muse wouldn't leave me alone. Please let me know what you think, constructively.
Overall Warnings: Rated M for swearing, graphic sexual content with S and M undertones, implied forced sexual torture and other adult subject matter.
Author's note: Sorry but Dean was very, VERY uncooperative this chapter! With that in mind, this is a very long chapter that could be skipped without losing anything in the storyline as there is not much of a plot here, since Dean absolutely would NOT behave. He so needs a time out, or spanking, but he's had such a hard time lately that I couldn't tell him, 'No!' He so has me wrapped around his finger. And, I guess I needed this as much as he did.
Once again, I apologize and promise to make sure the plot is continued in the next chapter.
Chapter 12 – The Respite
"What happened?" Castiel snapped irritably as he appeared in response to Gabriel's call and viewed his shuddering charge on yet another normal, nondescript motel bed. He didn't see any indication that Dean even acknowledged his presence in his wide, unfocused green eyes. He turned to the only other occupant in the room.
"Like I know," Gabriel snarked with the same level of irritation. "All I know is that Sam called and, when I got there, Mister Macho here was like this on the bathroom floor. I scanned his mind and he seems pretty sure that you and Bobby are quite dead, killed by Leviathans."
Castiel's gaze shot over Gabriel's and he quickly verified, "You did put them all back, did you not, Gabriel?"
"Yes. I did," Gabriel confirmed easily. "Just like Dad told me to."
"Every one of them," Castiel confirmed sternly.
"Yes," Gabriel huffed then amended reluctantly, "As far as I know."
Castiel frowned heavily and arched an eyebrow in question at the amendment. Gabriel exclaimed defensively, "What? It's not like I was given a roll sheet or told to take attendance. I'm not even sure how many there were and there was no way to count them flying back inside as fast as they were. Do you even know how many there were inside of you?"
"No. I do know there aren't any inside me now, though," Castiel admitted reluctantly and sighed then wondered aloud, "Why does Dean believe they escaped?"
"That's the $1,000,000 question," Gabriel joked. Castiel glared menacingly at him.
"I have no clue, brother," Gabriel admitted with honest concern. He mentally shook himself and taunted with false nonchalance, "Well, anywho, my work here is done. He's your boy toy so dayenu. Kali's calling . . . so later, lover boy." With a snap, he blinked out to search out some answers because, regardless of how much he acted like he didn't care, he knew he needed to get to the bottom of this, for all their sakes. Dean's visions had not bid good fortune to any of them so they definitely needed to prevent them from happening.
Castiel started to argue but quickly realized that it wouldn't do any good, considering Gabriel was already gone. He sighed heavily then turned back to his practically comatose charge, his human. He removed his trench coat and suit coat, tossing them both into a nearby chair.
He sat down on the bed to the left side of Dean's still form. He called out gently, "Dean." He got no response so he called louder as he gently cupped Dean's cheek. "Dean." He noticed Dean's bloody hand and healed it with a simple touch which once again solicited no response from his friend.
He sighed with frustration and thought for a moment before he leaned over and softly pressed his dry, chapped lips to Dean's unresponsive ones. He lightly ran his tongue over Dean's dry lips, wetting them. He pulled back and stared into Dean's eyes again. There still weren't any lights on in Dean's mind.
Castiel expelled his breath in an exasperated huff then used his powers to mojo Dean's shirt away so that he could clearly see his mark on Dean's shoulder. He leaned forward again and captured Dean's lips hungrily, determined to push the man below him into responding. He quickly pushed his tongue through the unresponsive, lush lips below his and growled low in his throat, demanding a response. Impatiently, he placed his hand directly over his mark on Dean's shoulder and gripped tightly. At the same time, he gently blew some of his grace into Dean's mouth.
Dean's moan started out low and guttural but quickly gained in intensity and volume as sensation, immense pleasurable sensations, slammed through the mental wall he'd built up in his mind. He reached out and one hand grabbed the back of Castiel's neck while the other dived into Cass's soft, silky black hair. His tongue immediately fought back against the dominant one in his mouth.
Castiel rumbled deep in his chest with relieved pleasure as he felt Dean finally respond to his passionate embrace. He growled with desire at Dean's attempted fight for a superior position. They both knew that would only happen if he allowed it which was definitely not happening at this moment in time.
He smiled slightly at the thought and pulled back as he felt Dean's instinctive fight for oxygen. He moaned low with desire and greeted huskily, "Hello, Dean. Welcome back."
"Cass?" Dean gasped with dazed disbelief and heat. His whole body burned with unrelenting warmth and his blood craved the angel before him. Cass's hand over his mark pulsed with pleasure-filled, white hot passion. His confusion over what was real and what wasn't gave way to much more desirable activities.
This reality felt so much more real now that he really didn't want to return to the heart-rending, depressing reality he had been trapped in. With Castiel here with him, this reality won, hands down. Here, he had Cass and Bobby, alive, as well as a sane, well, mostly sane, Sam. He had his family back with him. He never wanted anything more.
"Castiel," Dean practically purred as he pulled his angel down for another consuming kiss. He captured his angel's lips demandingly while he gripped his angel tightly to him. He felt Cass lose balance slightly and fall against his bare chest. Dean moaned with want and tried to roll Cass under him but Cass wouldn't budge.
Cass shifted so that he completely covered the needy man below him but a thought caused him to pause. He leaned back slightly to question and clarify. "Dean. You are well aware of what is about to happen, are you not?"
"Yes," Dean breathed heavily against Cass's lips then darted his tongue out to lick both of their lips at the same time. He tilted his head up quickly and captured Cass's bottom lip with his teeth, taking care not to sink them in too deep. Instead, he only gripped it and gently tugged to get his angel closer to him.
Cass groaned then pulled back reluctantly. He rasped out, "Dean, stop. Just stop." He felt Dean inch toward him again and used his angelic power to force Dean flat on the bed. He shuddered slightly as he fought against both his and Dean's desires.
Dean groaned with severe disappointment, "Come on, Cass. What's the problem? You are here now. I want it and I know you want it."
Cass closed his eyes for a moment to gain more control then stared deep into Dean's eyes. He stated firmly, "Dean, you need to calm down."
"Why?" Dean demanded harshly, desperately wanting to follow his body dictates. He wanted to feel good, or better than good. He needed to feel this, if only for a while. Anything to keep the inky, blackness away. To keep his sanity. So many things had been lately had been making him doubt his sanity. Visions, Sam's wall, Castiel's punishment, being Castiel's bitch . . . well, yeah, that was weird, wrong, for him, but that one he could live with if the awesome, mind-blowing sex went with it.
"Because," Cass started then paused, trying to word things right. "Because this," he motioned between them, "this is not you. You, of all people, know it's not."
Dean stared at him a moment, attempting to follow what Cass was getting at. He clarified dismissively, "What's not me? You mean the dude on dude thing?"
Cass nodded solemnly and Dean scoffed without concern, having just finished that debate in his mind, "Look, man, I know I'm not gay, and, believe me, I have been double checking since I last saw you, especially after everything that happened then. But, I am not gay. This," he copied Cass's motion but could only use his head to do it. "This is not a gay thing. This is you, Castiel. Not your vessel, not Jimmy, just you. Only you."
Dean unconsciously reached forward and found to his surprise that Cass had released him. He grabbed Castiel by the neck and pulled him towards him. He told him in a low voice, "You are here, alive, and I'm not letting you go, Cass. I never thought I'd be thankful to be infected by a demon skank but I am. I'm glad that I didn't talk myself out of being with you while you're still here just because of the vessel you're in. I'm especially glad that I am able to tell you now, before . . . aw, hell, just shut up and kiss me already, damn it."
With that, Dean lurched up and flipped their positions so that Dean was on top. He leaned over and captured Cass's lips in a consuming kiss. He forced his way through Cass's lips and took time to map out all of Cass's mouth with his tongue. He swallowed down Cass's pleasured moan before returning it.
Suddenly, Dean wanted to get this show on the road. He felt his desire swell and groaned as his lips traced a line over the stubbled cheek and neck. He reached a spot on the top of Cass's collar bone and sucked on the skin, intent on marking his angel, as said angel withered impatiently beneath him.
Dean finished and smiled against the skin before working his way up to Cass's ear. He hinted in a husky whisper, "Cass, clothes. Gone. Now." He smiled wider when he felt the breeze against his heated skin then he moved to cover the angel with his body.
Their heated erections brushed against each other and they groaned then ground against each other. Dean closed his eyes in pleasured bliss and moved back to Cass's lips. He blindly captured Cass's lips and sunk his tongue into Cass's wet, hot mouth again. Castiel met him more than halfway as their tongues slid against each other easily in a dance older than time. They no longer cared who was dominant over whom. They just wanted to enjoy the feel of the other's body pressed against theirs.
Their tongues wrapped around each other lazily as they slid their firm, muscled bodies together. Their smooth, hard erections rubbed against each other as they lightly ground their hips together. Precum leaked out and lightly coated both erections, increasing the smoothness and silky feel of the glide.
Dean moaned hotly and slid his mouth down Cass's cheek and on to his throat. He lightly sucked on Cass's collar bone, enjoying the inviting moves his angel was doing beneath him. He whimpered helplessly at his body's desperate need for completion warring with his desire to slowly drive his angel crazy with lust. He wanted everything immediately but couldn't choose what to actually do first.
Castiel growled in response to his human's needy moan and felt the instinctual response fire his blood. He reached up and gripped the short hairs on the back of Dean's neck and yanked on them lightly. His warmed blood frenzied at the submissive mewl Dean let escape his slightly parted lips.
Castiel glanced up at the flushed face of his charge. He quickly took in the heat flushed cheeks, the half-closed lust-blown black pupils framed with emerald green, and finally the blood reddened, lush, pouty parted lips. Every feature of Dean's face clearly yelled at him, "Come fuck me. I'm yours for the taking. I need it. Badly."
Castiel rolled Dean beneath him with a quick motion and captured those well-kissed lips. Dean eagerly met his attack and Cass's chest rumbled in pleasure at the beautiful creature below him. Cass's hands slowly mapped out Dean's muscular body again, feeling like it had been way too long since the last time he had done this.
Dean responded eagerly until he had to break away for oxygen. Cass kissed down his neck which Dean willingly bared for him. Dean moaned wantonly but argued huskily, "Isn't it my turn to top, Cass?"
Cass breathed warmly across the sensitively reddened skin where he had just marked Dean once again. Dean whimpered and ground his hips against Cass's thigh. Cass smirked wickedly while he questioned seductively, "Are you sure you want to top? I thought you desperately craved my thick cock deep inside you, so deep inside you that you could taste my cum."
"Holy crap," Dean moaned, "Both. I so want both."
"As you wish," Castiel intoned in a very familiar tone, making Dean groan in amused irritation. Cass flipped onto his back on the bed next to Dean and pulled Dean to lean up and over him. He grabbed the back of Dean's neck and pulled him in close so that their lips meet in a long, leisurely kiss.
Dean felt Castiel's easy submission and accepted it for what it was. His body reacted instantly while he met his angel in a deep kiss of desire and gratitude. His thick cock filled with even more blood and he felt its weight as gravity forced it into a downward angle. It twitched with excitement and Dean couldn't stop his hips from thrusting against Castiel's hip.
Dean groaned with intense arousal and excitement. It pulsed through his blood and he wished he could slow it down but knew that he couldn't. It had been almost two months since the last time he had sex, any sex, especially amazing sex with his angel. To top that off, he'd been under so much stress from these visions and worry about his angel. He needed relief like yesterday.
He groaned again as he reluctantly pulled his mouth away from Cass's and slowly peppered kisses down the angel's stubbled cheeks then down to his collarbone. He paused to mark his angel in a couple of places while he slowly explored Cass's lightly furred chest. He knew he should have a problem with the soft hair and lack of curves but the moaning creature under him made it impossible not to feel arousal.
He moved back slightly to eye the red welts he'd sucked onto his angel's unblemished skin. He gave Castiel another quick kiss on the lips before moving his mouth down to the angel's already hardened nipples. He laved them with his tongue while he slowly slid in between the angel's spread legs. He lightly sucked them into pointy nubs then gently ran his teeth over the top.
His angel hissed and bucked his hips up to ground his erection into Dean's trim abs. Dean knew that his angel was losing it and smiled in reaction. He gently gripped Castiel's hard, twitching erection then slowly pumped the blood-thickened organ. Castiel purred in reaction and pushed on Dean's shoulders, shoving him further down to the angel's groin.
"Dean, please," Castiel panted heavily, causing Dean to smile at the knowledge of what he'd done to this heavenly creature.
Dean moved willingly in the direction that Castiel wanted him to. His arousal was such that he swore he was almost seeing double. He leaned over and lightly touched his tongue to Castiel's flushed cock head, tasting Castiel's cum.
Dean's eyes rolled back in his head slightly as his mouth exploded with delicious sensations that had a slight salty bitter aftertaste. It was still, hands down, one of the best things that Dean had tasted. It was better than his own cum tasted. Yeah, he had tasted himself, just like every other guy had because they all wanted to know. It was just one of those things.
It was hard to say which one of Cass's tastes was more heavenly, his wing oil or his cum. Both were equally fantastic, Dean decided quickly before he stopped thinking at all. His mouth easily closed over Castiel's cock while Dean sucked down the other man's cock more hungrily than he'd ever imagined himself doing, not that he'd ever imagined doing this.
"Oh, shit!," Castiel exclaimed in ecstasy when he felt Dean's wet, hot mouth close over his cock then proceed to try to suck his every thought out of his body through his very erect organ. His cock ached at the immense pleasure and pressure applied to it. He stared down at his charge's lush, blood-reddened lips stretched wide and tautly over his massive erection. Dean's tongue massaged the sensitive underside of his cock while giving kittenish licks to the head.
"Dean," Castiel mumbled as he thrusted his hips slightly, trying to get deeper into the demanding mouth on top of it. "Damn, Dean. You suck like you're dying of thirst. Like you'll die without my cum shooting down your throat."
Dean whimpered wantonly and opened his throat to the sweet, thick cock in his mouth. Who knew he would so love that thick weight sliding along his tongue, filling his mouth, and . . . damn, this might replace his craving for pie . . . oh, no, now he was imagining Castiel's cock covered in pie. His throat opened up at the image and that thick cock slid all the way back to his tonsils as he swallowed the saliva and cum pooling in his mouth. He gave a needy moan at all the sensations coursing through him.
Castiel could barely hold on while Dean sucked him like a starving baby. He sensed Dean's need for him, any of him, and had a hard time keeping his vessel's body under control. Dean's needy moan caused such pleasurable sensations that he could barely stop his orgasm. As it was, some of his cum did escape down Dean's throat, feeding his starved mate.
Dean mewled at the splash of Castiel's cum on his tongue and down his throat. He almost came himself at the sensation. He was only able to hold on by driving his cock into the bed harshly and not moving another inch, keeping steady pressure on it, until he regained control over it. He swiftly swallowed every drop of salty cum in his mouth then lapped up all evidence, licking Castiel's massive cock clean instinctively. It wasn't enough. He wanted more. Oh, crap, now he was addicted to Cass's cum, too.
"Dean," Castiel rasped hoarsely then pulled his human up to his lips. They lazily exchanged tastes in their mouths before Castiel shifted under Dean while keeping Dean's lips firmly locked with his. Dean tried to pull away to see what was going on but Castiel's lips tasted way too good to pull away.
Dean felt a very slick hand on his blood-heavy cock and moaned with pleasure as the oiled hand lubed up his cock. It twitched with excitement at the knowledge of what it was about to do. Dean kissed Castiel harder in gratitude for Castiel's gesture. Then he felt Castiel spread his legs wider and shift so that Dean's cock lightly touched Cass's entrance.
Dean yanked his mouth away and panted heavily, "Wait, I have to . . ."
Any further words were lost as Castiel grabbed his hips and pressed them down, forcing Dean's cock head into Castiel's body. Dean groaned in ecstasy at the warm damp tightness that surrounded and pulsed at his sensitive head. It was too much when he was already so close.
"Cass," Dean whimpered apologetically while his body instinctively thrusted his hips forward, burying his cock deep inside his angel.
His angel's body clamped down tightly around him at the burning pain that only slightly hid the raging pleasure pulsing through his vessel's body. His grace had quickly allowed his vessel's body to adjust to Dean's size within him. Dean buried his head deeper into Castiel's neck and sucked in a difficult steadying breath to pause a moment. Unfortunately, he could only hold on for a very brief moment before he lost control at the insistent pressure in Castiel's tight, hot channel.
Unable to stop himself, he pulled back out of the tight, clenching channel before thrusting back in, deeper than before. He mewled in pleasure at the deeper thrust then mindlessly repeated the cycle. Ecstasy coursed through him, making it impossible for him to stop.
By the third thrust, he was balls deep inside his angel. He tried to pause and savor the immensely pleasurable feeling but he was too close to his orgasm. He also really wanted to stop and make sure that Castiel was okay but he couldn't. His body was past listening to his logical mind. All that mattered was the pulsing desire coursing through his body, desperate for relief.
Had it really been that long since he'd been inside someone? He had more control than this. He knew that he did. Didn't he?
Three thrusts later, he flew over the edge of his orgasm before he even knew it started and flooded his angel's insides with his cum, painting his insides, marking the angel as his. Dean groaned in sated relief and slight disappointment over the speed of it as his body finished its orgasmic contractions. He slumped bonelessly on top of his angel.
"Cass," Dean mumbled in pleasure slurred relief. "You 'kay?"
He felt the chest under him rumble with laughter and smiled vaguely in response. Then he felt the hard cock twitch slightly, under his body, and knew Castiel hadn't come yet. Considering Dean came every time Cass had done this to him, he must have done something wrong. He sighed heavily and promised lazily, "Just a minute and I'll . . ." Castiel quickly flipped them, preventing Dean from finishing his sentence.
Castiel sat down on Dean's chest then leaned forward bracing himself against the wall with one hand while his other hand pushed his cock down to lightly graze Dean's slightly parted lips. He painted those lush lips with his leaking precum before he gently pushed his wet cock through them and ordered huskily, "Suck it, Dean. Put those lush lips of yours to work at their true purpose."
Dean automatically opened his lips wider to allow that delicious cock back into his mouth, lightly licking the drips of cum off the head as it passed over his tongue. When Cass's words actually penetrated his pleasure dazed mind, he arched an eyebrow in question even as he sucked on the cock Cass worked in and out of his mouth. He sighed in pleasure while he hollowed out his cheeks and sucked harder, enjoying Cass using his mouth this way.
"That's it, just like that," Castiel praised in pleasure while he watched his mate suck him down through half open eyes. "Those lips, stretched so tautly around my cock. Beautiful. They were made to do this. Suck cock."
Castiel continued to thrust into the wet, warm, very willing mouth as he reached down and grabbed Dean's hair then yanked just enough to get Dean's attention. He didn't stop fucking Dean's mouth as he warned, "But only my cock, Dean. Only mine. Understand? You will only suck my cock from now on. Only me."
Dean whimpered slightly but not at the pain, not it was because of the total dominance of his angel. He could only barely nod his acquiesce around Cass's cock but it was enough. He figured Castiel liked his answer as the cock shoved further down, almost to his throat. He felt his throat constrict at the attack and tried to swallow in order to soothe it but his throat shut down automatically. He tensed slightly at the sudden lack of air but then Castiel shifted position so that his angel laid down flat on top of him. The only difference was that Castiel's head now rested near Dean's groin while his cock was still deep inside Dean's mouth.
Dean whimpered with hopeless desire and unconsciously spread his legs wide as he could, inviting Cass to use him like the cock slut he now acknowledge was (but only to himself mentally). He felt Cass thrust his cock further into Dean's mouth in response to Dean's instinctive submission. Then Dean sensed Castiel's wet tongue lapping at his entrance. Dean mewled in response, spreading his legs even wider, to the point just this side of pain. He bent his legs so that he could thrust his hips up and give Castiel as much access as he could.
He felt that wet, slick muscle stab into his entrance and felt himself harden, in spite of his previous orgasm. Cass always seemed to get more out of him than any chick ever could. He knew it was because this was Cass, someone who he really cared for and cared for him in return.
He moaned around Castiel's thick cock and felt it twitch within his mouth. He sucked it harder in response while an oil slick finger slid into his body. He mewled wantonly in response, ignoring the slight burn, as the slick muscle stabbed his entrance around the submerged finger, loosening the tightened muscle protecting Dean's body from invasion.
Dean automatically relaxed at the remembered pleasurable sensations. His fully erect cock leaked precum over his stomach while Castiel's thrusts into his mouth, grinding Dean's cock harder into his abs. His hands gripped Castiel's hips, uncertain whether to push him off in order to get some desperately needed oxygen or pulled him further into his mouth to savor the taste of his angel. Dean groaned with indecision as he sucked at the cock in his mouth even harder and then thrusted his own tongue into the slit of Cass's cock head.
Castiel groaned in reaction as some cum squirted down Dean's throat. Castiel quickly gripped his cock tightly at the base to stave off most of his orgasm but not before Dean drank down all that he could get. He licked and sucked the tip clean seconds before it was removed from his mouth. He whined in disappointment, unable to stop himself.
"Hush, baby," Castiel consoled softly as he flipped himself to kiss his mate. He shoved his tongue deep into Dean's mouth, tasting himself on Dean's tongue. He groaned with satisfaction while his oil slicked hand lightly gripped Dean's heavy cock then started pumping it slowly. He swallowed Dean's needy moan of pleasure.
Castiel pulled away but Dean reached up to pull him back then found his arms once again forced to the bed by Castiel's mojo. Dean groaned in disappointment then growled irritably, "You so have got to get help for this stupid dominance kink/addiction you have."
Castiel smirked slightly before leaning over to whisper knowingly into Dean's ear, "You love it and you know it. Otherwise, your cock wouldn't be leaking so much in response."
Dean whimpered at the warm, damp air that brushed over his ear and the raspy, sexy voice that set every one of his nerves on fire. He bucked his hips needily, trying to get Castiel's attention. He felt the grip on his cock tighten in response then change speed from slow to extra slow, as in barely moving. "Cass," Dean pleaded unconsciously, but didn't not whine, definitely not, because Dean Winchester does not whine. Ever.
Castiel smiled contentedly at his mate's needy whine, loving how expressive his mate was in these situations. He moved back down the bed and settled between his mate's spread legs. His eyes ate up his mate's lust-blown pupils, his heat-flushed face and torso, his damp, swollen, lush lips that had sucked his cock so well that he couldn't even hold back a slight orgasm in spite of his angelic control. His eyes traveled down the deliciously, erotic displayed body hungrily. Dean's heavy cock leaked on his hand and Dean's stomach. Finally, the widely spread legs beaconing him to fill the empty, slightly opened hole nestled under Dean's balls.
Castile leaned forward and pressed his oil-slicked finger into Dean's entrance then watched it as it eagerly swallowed the digit without the slightest hesitation. His mate mewled and he quickly added another finger watching that one slide in just as easily. The hungry channel clenched slightly before allowing his fingers deeper inside Dean's body.
"Geez, Dean," Castiel hissed slightly then praised with another slow tug, "So tight. Your ass feels as virgin tight as the first time I entered it, in spite of how much I opened it with my thick cock all of those five days."
Dean whimpered slightly, feeling himself unconsciously clench the fingers inside it in remembrance. Pleasured sensations continued to pulse through him while he felt Cass's hand pump his cock faster. He heard Cass praise his ass again then slightly worried how much the praise made him preen and want to offer himself up full to be taken by his very appreciative mate, just like a bitch in heat.
"Such a tight, sweet ass. Can't wait for it to milk my cock again," Castiel rambled slightly, loving the way this dirty talk got Dean so hot. He could tell because with every compliment Dean's ass clenched tighter around his fingers, like what just happened again with his last compliment. Dean really gripped his fingers tightly now but he added another finger anyway. Dean hissed slightly in reaction to the slight burn before mewling like the bitch in heat Castiel knew he was.
He worked Dean's ass open slowly but sped up his hand pumping Dean's cock. Dean alternately hissed and moaned, withering uncertainly under Castiel's contradictory motions. Castiel smiled with sadistic pleasure at his mate's unraveling. He wondered huskily, "You remember what it felt like? When you were inside me? My virgin ass? Was I tight? Did I grip you, squeeze you, milk you for your cum the way that you always milk me?"
Dean's eyes rolled back in his head at the remembered pleasure he'd received from being buried balls deep in Castiel's very tight, very virgin, channel. It was so fresh in his mind that when Castiel described it, mimicking the actions he described with his tightening hand on his cock perfectly that Dean couldn't control his self. He couldn't even move to reach a hand down to grip his cock and stave off his orgasm. Unable to move at all, his stomach and balls tightened, pulled up and pulsed with heated pleasure. His cum squirted into Castiel's waiting hands.
Castiel pumped Dean through his orgasm gathering up as much cum as he could before he slicked his own cock up and shoved it deep inside of Dean's still tight channel. Castiel groaned at the tight but relaxed channel. He made it halfway in before he had to pull back. The second time, he made it all the way in. He bottomed out inside Dean about the time Dean was finally able to move his arms to hold Castiel tightly against him.
Dean only vaguely felt Castiel's cock enter him, still riding the waves of his second orgasm in less than an hour. He felt a small burn then tensed slightly but by then, Castiel's wing oil had done its thing and the burning quickly passed. Castiel's second thrust elicited nothing but pure unadulterated pleasure. He gripped Castiel's body tightly against him and slightly moved his hips to take even more of Castiel inside.
He moaned with pleasure and let the angel ride him at will. He loved the feel of Castiel deep inside of him and, after two very good orgasms, was content to enjoy the feeling while he could. He moved his body in time with Castiel's thrust and soon he was getting hard again. He mentally shook his head over that, suspecting that it wasn't natural and that it couldn't be healthy to have this much pleasure overwhelming him so much in so little time.
After a while, their passion grew and Castiel finally got serious. Castiel's first hard passionate thrust nailed his prostrate dead on, causing him to shudder with pleasure. His nerves were already so overworked with pleasure that the intensity was almost painful. His eyes flew open and grew unbelievably wide at the scene before him.
The black shadow of Castiel's wings shone behind the radiance coming from Castiel's body, illuminated by the angel himself. All of his skin glowed with a soft white light buried deeply within Castiel's vessel. It was the most beautiful thing Dean'd ever seen. His eyes greedily devoured the scene as he leaned forward and yanked the angel down on top of him. He reached around and caressed his angel's slick back. He felt the oil mixed with sweat then slowly drifted up to lightly touch one of his angel's wings.
Castiel shuddered at the intensely raw pleasure that coursed through him at Dean's touch and hid his face into Dean's neck. He slammed his hips forward into Dean's body again, burying his cock as deep as he could inside of his mate's body. He felt his pleasure spiraling out of his control again.
Dean lightly caressed the slick feathers of Castiel's wings then felt Castiel shudder again above him. He stilled and questioned huskily, "Cass?"
Castiel couldn't stop what was happening again, any more than he could have stopped it the other times. There was just something about this human that undermined all of his control. He reached up and gripped Dean's shoulder, swiftly matching up to his burned handprint perfectly. He felt Dean immediately arch his back and grip the feathers below his hands tightly. Castiel instinctively bit down on the only thing close to him, Dean, as his vessel's body and his grace spasmed through the almost painfully intense ecstasy that flowed through him and his mate.
White, hot pleasured sensations burned through his body, his soul and his mind. Dean arched his back in reaction while his cock exploded, yet again, with another orgasm, although this one was so forceful that it actually hurt slightly. But, oh, God, was it so good!
He swore that he'd felt Castiel's essence actually enter his body this time then merge with him, his soul, and he welcomed it. He welcomed it so much so that he barely felt the teeth piercing his neck. Nor, did he realize that he had actually bit Castiel's neck in response, just barely enough to draw blood. At that point, he'd sworn that Cass had actually pleasured him to death.
Castiel felt his grace enter Dean then he felt Dean's cum that squirted in between their bodies. He kept his hand over his handprint, keeping the connection open, while he worked on autopilot. He barely realized what he was doing as he repositioned himself and reentered his human, intent only on receiving his relief now that his human was fully sated.
Sometime later, Dean vaguely became aware of movement behind him and inside him. The now familiar warm chest and hips pressed harder against him and he felt the tight, slightly painful shift within him, quickly followed by the large, warm squirt of cum. He sighed in contentment that he knew he so should not be feeling. After all, he had a male penis shoved seriously deep inside his ass that was leaking a great deal of cum and had actually knotted with him, like he'd seen some animals do.
At least, it wasn't barbed like a cat's, he thought wryly.
"Dean," Cass greeted huskily in a soft whisper by his ear.
Dean smiled with pleasure at the soft voice then realized he was actually feeling Castiel's pleasure through the bond Castiel kept open with his hand on his handprint. "Cass," Dean replied hoarsely then swallowed to wet his throat before continuing. He felt more liquid squirt into his body. "You're going to kill me with pleasure one day, but, man, what a way to go."
"That's not funny, Dean," Castiel replied with lazy disapproval.
"Sure it was," Dean countered facetiously. "I mean, first of all, I'm blind. I can't see a thing." He actually felt Castiel roll his eyes at that and smiled wider in reaction. He really loved this bond thing right now.
"Your eyes are closed, Dean. You are not blind," Castiel pointed out with slightly amused patience.
"Huh? Can't really hear you, either. Must be deaf, too," Dean continued, enjoying his game too much to stop now. And, honestly, his ears were still ringing.
"What?" Castiel clarifed with startled surprise then lifted his head up and saw that there was some blood leaking from Dean's eyes. Castiel blushed then ducked his face down into the back of Dean's neck to hide it. "Sorry," he offered with a great deal of embarrassment as he sent healing grace into his mate.
Dean moaned slightly in pleasure at the warm feeling of the healing grace, clearing up his vision and hearing. He easily surmised, "Couldn't contain the orgasm, huh? Man, I'm good."
"Whatever helps you sleep at night," Castiel intoned with distracted dryness, frowning slightly at a faint brush of a slightly different grace against his. He wondered what it was so he searched for it again but couldn't find it. He figured that he must have imagined it, or it was from opening his and Dean's bond which he'd never experienced before. After all, it did feel slightly familiar but Dean pressed back onto Castiel's deeply, embedded cock, refocusing Castiel's attention on their presently, pleasurable activities.
"Cass," Dean mewled wantonly at yet another splash of cum against his sensitive insides, causing them to contract and pulse with desire. "Shit, why do you always fill me up with so much cum?"
Castiel groaned with renewed desire at Dean's very visual question. He shoved his hips forward to bury his knot even deeper inside his mate. He tried to respond but his mate blew his mind once again during the next splash.
"Oh, fuck," Dean moaned desperately and pushed back so hard that he almost sat on top of Castiel's cock. "And why does it turn me on so freakin' much? Shit." He cursed weakly as his body wiggled and squirmed, attempting to find the best position for maximum penetration.
"Oh, heavens," Castiel cursed in response as well while he gripped Dean's hips hard enough to leave deep bruises once again. "If you keep moving like that, we could be here for days, Dean."
"Days? Really?" Dean verified with a very conflicted awed voice.
"Yes, Dean. Days," Castiel clarified with a certain amount of dread. He looked over to see Dean's thoughtful expression and could sense where Dean was going with this. "This is not the time, Dean."
Dean sighed heavily with regret but reluctantly acknowledged, "You are probably right. So what should I do to help you with this?" He felt Castiel's hand reach around and find his semi-hard cock then groaned slightly. "I really don't think I should do that again, Cass. Last time kinda hurt. But in a very good way," he added wistfully.
"I'm not going for that," Castiel dismissed. "Just relax and enjoy the feeling. As soon as I can, I will pull out."
Dean smirked slightly then asked wryly, "Would it be better for me to just sleep through it?"
"I would reduce in size quicker that way. Lack of movement adds in that process. But you are awake now," Castiel admitted easily.
Dean smirked then yawned abruptly, "I could pass out again, though."
He felt Castiel smirk against his neck and offered generously, "You could if you want. I will not stop you." His hand, however, continued to gently massage Dean's slowly hardening cock.
Dean smiled as he rolled his eyes slightly and questioned, "But you aren't stopping that, either, are you? You do know that what you are doing will make it very hard . . ."
"That is the purpose from what I understand," Castiel admitted against Dean's neck, intentionally misunderstanding, before sucking slightly on the sweaty skin under it.
Dean continued questioning, as if Castiel had never spoken, ". . . make it very hard for me to go back to sleep."
"Oh, well," Castiel stalled slightly before wondering innocently but with a very wicked undertone, "Whatever will we do to pass the time?"
"I wonder," Dean commented sarcastically, knowing both of them understood exactly what would happen to pass the time. He slightly shook his head then with a sigh turned his head and met Castiel's demanding lips in a heated kiss. Eventually, exhaustion over took the very human Dean who fell into a very sated sleep in the arms of his equally satisfied angel whose presence kept all Dean's nightmares away.
Hopefully I will have the next chapter up this weekend. It hasn't been written yet so I am not sure but that is my goal. Sorry for the delay but life is being a real B**** right now. Hope you enjoyed the respite above as much as Dean and Cass did!