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.
MAJOR CHAPTER WARNING! POTENTIALLY VERY OFFENSIVE! – HEAVY EXPLICIT FORCED SEXUAL TORTURE WITH S AN M UNDERTONES! Threats of brutal rape. If you are sensitive to these things, PLEASE don't read. Will probably be summarized in future chapters.
Chapter 33 – The Catch
"First, all the contestants, front and center," she commanded authoritatively. Everyone except Dean and Castiel moved robotically, obviously fighting her control. Castiel, she kept against the wall and silent as she continued to verbally flesh out the merits of their prize, "Who here would like first dibs at a piece of this 'sweet ass' as he loves to advertise it?"
Lucifer automatically snarked wonderingly, surprised that it actually came out, "How does he know it's sweet? Has he actually tasted it himself? If so, then he's way more flexible than I gave him credit for. He hasn't been on Nip and Tuck recently, has he?"
Yeah, he felt really horny and seemed completely incapable of taking his eyes off of Dean at the moment but he was after all an archangel and had his body completely under control. Sort of. He knew if he really pushed at it, he could probably break free of this puny creature's hold but he was enjoying the game. He saw how uncomfortable and reluctant Dean and Castiel were which was reason enough for him to play along. Obviously, nothing would happen to him that he didn't want to happen so all he saw right now were positives all around.
Michael couldn't take his eyes off of Dean, either, which annoyed him but he had pretty much worked it through the same as Lucifer so he decided to put up with it for a while to see where it went. He called out casually, "Well, we all know someone who's tasted it before so . . . oh, Castiel, is Dean's ass sweet?"
Dean really wished that the floor would just open up and send him back to Hell. Yes, Hell was preferable to being a boy toy to all of these dicks. He couldn't help but cast a quick glance at Castiel and he flinched at the amount of discomfort and mental pain all of this was causing his mate. He felt a reflection of that deep within him which now made the whole mate bonding thing suck ass because this whole reflecting all this crap back and forth between them . . . so not helping with the situation. His baby moved hesitantly in response to that thought and Dean wondered if his unease was bleeding through to his baby.
For a long moment, everyone waited for a response, except Sam and Gabriel who had other things on their minds. Gabriel, for his part, tried to ignore these proceedings for two very good reasons. First of all, he already knew Castiel's answer having received the completely unsolicited version months ago. More importantly, he so did not want to do anything remotely physical like this with Dean. Dean was so not his type. Also, it would torture his brother in a way that no angel should be tortured and he wanted no part of that, no matter how much his vessel's body was attempting to persuade him that he needed to do IT.
He managed to sneak a glance around the room to view the very slim pickings. He definitely didn't want to ever do anything with Luci or Mikey, either. He'd do Dean before them, if it didn't hurt Cassie in the process. His eyes lit on Sam about the time he heard Sam pray to him. In an instant, he could tell that the tall, gangly human was in serious trouble, not having any kind of power to help combat the creature's venom.
Meanwhile, Sam kept reminding himself of how he'd once beat Lucifer's complete possession of his body and mind. This lust demon venom should be a piece of cake compared to that, right? Plus, this was his older brother they were talking about here. God knew they had both done several questionable things in their lives but this . . . oh, no way in Hell would they do this. He had to find some way to get his eyes off of his clearly distressed brother's . . . beautiful face.
Oh, crap, did I just think . . . Stairway to Heaven! Sing Stairway to Heaven . . . or hum Metallica . . . anything . . . Mystery spot . . . Dean dead . . . missing Dean so much . . . loved Dean so much . . . needed De . . . oh, no, not good . . . not that . . . has to be Stairway to Heaven . . .that's it . . . you know this, dude, Lucifer tortured you with this, Remember? Sam mentally steeled himself.
In spite of it all, he reluctantly had to admit that Gwen really did have a very good point when she first met him so very long ago. His brother actually did have very delicate features, almost to the point of feminine. He so couldn't figure out how Castiel didn't make Dean bottom because, seeing his overly butch brother in this light, he could so mentally see Dean put in the bitch position, only definitely not with him.
Oh, crap, he thought with regrettable awareness. I'm so losing it. Need help. Any help. With sudden inspiration, he barely got out a quick prayer for help, Gabriel!
"Castiel," Trini warned ominously, "Answer the question."
Castiel didn't fight the new force that she threw him with, choosing to save all of his energy for the important battle. Castiel made a show of gritting his teeth while he continued to prod at every inch of the control she was exerting on him. He snapped out reluctantly, "His is the best, sweetest, that I have ever had."
"It's also the only one he ever had," Lucifer snarked sarcastically again. "He put the 40-year old virgin to shame infinity times over."
"Just because he actually has to give a crap about someone before he does something physical with them doesn't make it a bad thing, Luci," Gabriel snapped out irritably. "Not everyone can be as loose as you. Heavens, not even I am that loose."
"No joke," Michael hissed under his breath. He'd always hated that particular part of Lucifer's personality. It rubbed him the wrong way because Lucifer always behaved so, well, bitchy if Michael so much as glanced at another while Lucifer, on the other hand, would act like a frisky rabbit with anyone who crossed his path.
Trini rolled her eyes slightly at the degradation of her game into sibling taunting and decided to up the ante. She called out firmly, "Dean. Lose the shirt. Let's show them all some of the merchandise being offered."
Dean flushed hotly with embarrassment then he fought his body as it shrugged out of his open over shirt and his arms automatically reached for the bottom of his t-shirt. Not only did he not want to do this on principal, he was also extremely uncomfortable about his changing body right now. He really didn't give a damn if that made him a girl at the moment, either.
The shirt made no sound as it floated to the floor but Dean almost imagined it could be heard at the complete lack of sound in the room. His nipples tightened at the cold breeze in the room, stealing away his body heat, and the hormones reacted to it. He bit his lip against the newly strengthened arousal within him. He felt his eyes drop slightly, allowing his long lashes float down gently towards his flushed cheeks. Unaware of the erotically enticing picture he was portraying, he shot another glance over at Castiel to check on him while he desperately wished everyone away from them right now.
Trini reached out and pinched his left perky nipple, causing a completely unintentional needy moan to burst forth from his dry throat. She glared at Dean and warned harshly, "Eyes on me, Dean. I'm your master now." She then very intentionally twisted the captured nipple slightly before palming it forcefully.
Dean felt his eyes unconsciously roll slightly then refocus on her. He tried to fight her manipulations but then she captured his lips in a deep, open-mouth kiss. She parted his lips easily and grabbed his head, pulling on the shorten hair to yank his face into the best angle for penetration.
Unfortunately, Castiel had really taught him to love that kink so the combination of that along with all the venom in his system had him returning the kiss with a desperate whimper. He tasted her and tried to ignore the slight strange, slightly sour tang to her flavor. He really couldn't tell if he liked it or hated it. He felt his mind melt under her onslaught in spite of the extra taste while his blood flamed to new heights. What followed after that reminded Dean a lot of Hell with all the forced pleasure combined with a heavy heaping of pain.
Castiel growled low in his throat then groaned as he felt pain enter his being, resulting from his mate being handled so. He snarled and bucked against her control. He thought he felt it give slightly in more places than he expected. She abruptly yanked away from Dean and refocused her attention on him. He hated the maniacally gleam in her all too knowing eyes.
"Wow!" Lucifer breathed out in slow amazement, slightly unable to believe how erotic the show had been. "That . . ."
"Uh, yeah," Michael agreed with heavy breath. He couldn't even fault Luci for his response when Michael could also feel it. But that made it even worse for him because Michael sincerely believed that he was way above the pleasures of the flesh. These scenes and the creature's venom where reminding him exactly how long it had been since his last heat. He also really hated that this mortal had him responding this way but then again, that was all the more reason to allow this to continue and add their plot for revenge.
Dean heard them vaguely but focused on calming his overly aroused body. He could tell that all the venom, including some that she had just freakin' feed him, and he could have lived happily not knowing she had more than one transfer method, was taking over and soon he probably would do whatever she wanted. He was just too . . .
'Cass!' he prayed silently for help . . . and for forgiveness for what she was about to make him do.
"You know," Lucifer mused aloud as he took a nonchalant step forward which was quickly copied by Michael who wasn't about to let his younger brother have first dibs, just on principal, not preference. "I would have thought that the rounded stomach would detract but . . . is it me or does it make him even . . . hotter? Almost . . . glow-y."
Michael paused in a moment of complete speechlessness then growled irritably, wishing he could pin his younger brother down with his eyes, "Seriously? You have a pregnancy kink, too? Is there any kink ever imagined that you don't have?"
"Well, I don't have a 'Holier-than-thou' kink or I would have done you a long time ago," Lucifer snarked nastily, taking another step towards Dean.
In the background, Sam swallowed heavily, fighting his body as much as he mentally could. He was extremely disgusted over how his body was reacting to the overly arousing scenes that involved his freakin' older brother. Talk about erotica. Apparently, the more you watched it, the better you were at it which made Dean . . . Man, just when he thought things could not get weirder or creepier . . .
Sure, he'd walked in on Dean and his lady of the evening numerous times but he had never taken the time to actually look because, okay, really gross . . . Now, though, Sam actually needed some serious alone time, like hours. Oh, yeah, and the next time they needed money . . . he so had a great idea on how they could make millions!
Gabriel, Sam prayed mentally in a complete panic, feeling himself losing his grip on his control. He was scarred enough by the fact that he even saw his brother this way, much less that he found his aroused brother . . . extremely . . . arousing, but in the same way as really, really excellent porn. Oh, he so needed so much brain bleach after this! Maybe he could ask Gabriel . . .
"Sam," Trini called out, capturing his attention in a wild-eyed stare. "I think it's time for you to find out what keeps all those women coming back. After all, he's been touched by an angel so now he's just . . . heavenly." She ended with a huge smile at her amusing pun. "Come and give your big brother a great, big kiss."
Dean's eyes flared with surprised fear as he watched with heavy dread. No, no, no, no, no, anyone but Sammy, he mentally screamed in prayer. Cass, Gabriel, God, someone help Sammy! He could honestly deal with the rest, probably, after being in Hell all that time, but not Sam, not his little brother. Anything but that.
Sam's foot slid forward slowly as though he wore boots of heavy steel while he desperately fought the automatic obedience inside his body. In the process, he moved within arm shot of Gabriel while he mentally screamed in prayer as well, Please, Gabriel. I'll do anything.
His next step slid halfway only to be stopped when Gabriel grabbed his arm and swung him around. Gabriel yanked the much larger human down before him and Sam, completely caught off guard, landed on his knees in front of the archangel. Gabriel grabbed his long, wavy locks and pulled Sam's head back. He growled low in his throat as he muttered low enough for only Sam to hear, "Yes, you will, Sasquatch. Unfortunately."
Gabriel crushed his lips on to Sam's and quickly entered Sam's quite open mouth. He vaguely heard Dean's exclamation in the background but all his senses centered on the human before him and the urgent fire burning inside him. He almost felt sorry for Sam but knew that this was better than what the demon skank would make Sam do with Dean.
He knew that he could probably fight off her influential hold and get away but he couldn't guarantee anybody else's safety. Plus, even if he got the humans away, they still would be infected with something that Gabriel didn't know how to cure. Yet. He knew that Castiel would take care of Dean if they both got away but Sam . . . Sammy . . . Yeah, there were other possibilities there but . . .
Gabriel stopped thinking at that point and refocused his attention on the room at large, convinced that he would still be needed soon.
"Well, well, well," She commented casually. "That was unexpected, now wasn't it?"
Lucifer glanced back before his eyes were redirected back on the main course. He'd been surprised that she had allowed him a look after so much complete control but, for the situation she was commenting on, he disagreed sarcastically, "No, not really." He centered all of his attention on Dean while he added conversationally, "Why do you think I never really went for him? He had Gabriel written all over him."
Michael pulled a disgusted face over the knowledge that yet another brother had succumbed to this inferior race and wondered philosophically, "You think our jealousy over Dad's attention them has made them appeal more to our species?"
"Oh, Father," Lucifer complained disgustedly, now within reaching distance of Dean. "Only you could be philosophically and preachy while hopped up on 'E'? You are such a stuck up prick! Wish I could get rid of that stick up your ass."
"In your dreams, Luce. That's the only place you'd ever be near my ass." Michael moved up beside Lucifer and cautioned with intent, "He's mine first. After all, he was MY vessel."
"Why not at the same time?" Lucifer wondered curiously. Michael arched an eyebrow as if to say he hadn't thought of that but the idea had merit. Lucifer then asked Trini tauntingly, still unable to look away from their new boy toy, "So do we get to see the rest or what? Or do you still even have control?"
"Of course, I still have control," she snapped with mild annoyance.
"Just asking. No need to be so snappy," he snapped back defensively then questioned innocently, "Sheesh. So touchy. Why is everyone always PMS'ing around me? I know I'm evil but I don't bring on the flow, you know." If it was possible, everyone would have stared at him incredulously.
He reached over and slapped Michael on the arm then commented with amused pride, "Hey that rhymed. I'm a poet and didn't even know it."
She rolled her eyes at the supposed, tyrannical Ruler of Hell inanity then turned to see Dean's troubled expression while he watched his brother liplock with Gabriel. She smiled widely at the pleasure it gave her and ordered pleasantly, "Strip off the rest of your clothes, Dean. Make it a real good show. Or I will make your baby brother do what I originally asked him to."
Dean felt his inner turmoil simmer deep down under his mind-consuming desire. Having to watch Gabriel and Sam bump uglies was definitely not far from the top on his list of things he never wanted to see, experience or even know about. Actually it was near the top on his list of things he wished would never, ever happen. But it actually was still better than him doing anything with his baby brother, who he had practically raised from birth. He might have his kinks but doing anything remotely sexual with someone whose diapers he changed wasn't one of them. He saw Gabriel throw him a quick apologetic glance and knew they all had come to the same conclusion.
He just really hoped that this . . . creature would be satisfied with having him gang raped by these two archs whom he knew had no trouble inflicting pain on him, and by association, Castiel. He had come to the realization that the creature before him was not a demon but she was definitely a monster. He just didn't know what kind she was and until he did, he couldn't gank her like he really wanted to.
He heard her order and then he heard Warrant's Cherry Pie play loudly in the room. He felt his body do her will once again but, this time, he didn't fight it for several reasons. One, he couldn't dance any better than he could sing so this would actually torture his audience more than him. Two, if he didn't do this well enough, she could very easily do worse things to Sam, or Castiel. Three, deep, deep, deep down, he'd always wondered what it would be like to do this. Yes, he was a self-admitted exhibitionist at heart. Lastly, he had no control anyway and it felt really good to have an outlet for all the excess . . . energy he'd been building up.
He closed his eyes and mind to everything but the music as his hips swayed and circled in time with the beat, something that he had never been able to do this smoothly before. He imagined he was doing this for Castiel, and only for Castiel, which helped but also aroused him all the more. He felt himself slowly work open his jeans after he'd kicked off his work boots. He jiggled his hips and let the jeans slowly fall to the ground before he slid his fingers under the waistband of his boxers teasingly. He almost completely ignored Lucifer's catcalls and whistles.
He rolled his head back slightly as he casually pulled his boxer waistband out slowly, making sure that it wouldn't catch on his heavily engorged dancing cock. He didn't want to cause himself any more pain than was already coming. He inched his boxers down past his balls before shaking his hips to help them on their way to the floor. This time both Michael and Lucifer whistled low in reaction to his almost completely bare body. All that was left were his socks.
"Wow!" Lucifer commented appreciatively as his head bounced in time, and motion, with Dean's dancing erection. "He has looks, charisma and a very nice package. No wonder his personality isn't for shit." Gabriel snickered slightly in the back against Sam's neck, letting them know that he was still paying attention to everything going on around him.
"Mmmm," Michael hummed appreciatively before he announced firmly, "I get front when we jump him."
At that comment, there was no way Dean was bending over to pull off his socks. He found it was easier to manipulate her orders if he still did them, only did them his way. It made him feel like he'd gotten at least the slightest bit of control back over himself.
Instead, he leaned back on Bobby's desk, making a mental note to make sure that Bobby never found out about this. He slid back and up onto the cluttered surface, knocking various items to the floor carelessly. He hiked up one leg striking a pose then slowly working the sock off, subconsciously thinking that there was absolutely no way to make this look sexy with hairy, muscular, man legs.
"Oh, oh, have him keep that leg up and to the side then lift the other one on the other side," Lucifer directed enthusiastically while he palmed himself then realized there was no reason for him to put up with the clothes on his vessel to begin with. An instant later, Lucifer stood there with his own hand around his heavy erection.
"Not yet, but soon," Trini answered with obvious amused pleasure. She reached out and handed Dean an item which he viewed with distasteful fear because of the memories it brought up. "Put it on, Dean. We don't want you to get over excited." Dean pulled back, repulsed, but she ordered with underlying menace, "Now, Dean."
With resigned, reluctance he took the cock ring and moved to lower his leg. She vetoed firmly, "No, Dean. That leg is just fine where it is. Now work the ring on. Remember, there's always time for lubrication and the striptease isn't over so work it real good, girlfriend."
Dean flashed a promising, lethal glare at her before letting the music take him away from all this. His eye lashes fluttered down coquettishly as he gripped his needy, sensitive cock. He moaned lustily and slowly pumped his cock, making sure to move his dripping juices over the overly sensitive head of his cock with his thumb. If he didn't, he knew the cock ring would hurt it like a bitch.
A few more pumps of his erection had him moaning and whimpering like the needy whore Castiel taught him to be. God, he really wished Castiel was here, like here, here. He sneaked a peek at Castiel through his eyes lashes and almost came from the open mouthed arousal showing on his mate's face.
"The ring now, Dean," Trini commanded with warning.
He groaned in disappointment but did as she ordered and reluctantly fastened the ring around the base of his cock. He flinched as he felt the cold metal press insistently against his erection, and ball sac. It was already painful and he knew from past experience that it was going to get a lot more painful real soon.
The music still beat as she apparently had it on replay and she dictated arrogantly, "Now lean back and finish the other sock, on the other side, without moving the position of the first leg."
He closed his eyes at the picture he would present based on her very specific instructions. He'd already seen how far gone Lucifer and Michael were. This was overkill. He mentally cursed the sadistic bitch for trying to drive them into an even bigger frenzy, even as his body obeyed and spread itself wide open according to her commands.
Lucifer couldn't believe this creature was giving them such a delectable bounty as well as making their plot for revenge so, so easy. He'd already decided that she was forgiven her impertinence of biting him, just to see this smart mouthed human in such a delightfully obedient slave state. He couldn't wait to have at the cocky, currently submissive hunter. He eyed Dean as Dean spread his legs wide for them. He no longer knew if his eyes were glued to the human by the creature because he just didn't want to look at anything else.
"Oh, he is so going to feel this," Michael commented with wry satisfaction while he eyed Dean's tight ring of muscles which showed almost no opening.
Lucifer smiled wickedly and agreed eagerly, "Yes, he will. For weeks. At least. So shall we?"
Trini opened her mouth to approve when a very nude Gabriel called out breathlessly from behind them, "Wait. Wait. Wait. You got your request. Now, I have one."
"Oh, shut your hole, Gabby," Lucifer ordered hotly. "Besides you don't get one. You already have your bigger boy toy. Or, is he? We so should compare so that everyone knows? And are you intending on sharing?" he questioned at the end with very obvious curiosity.
"Seriously?" Michael demanded with slight ire, so very tired of this particular brother being such a human whore dog.
"Maybe," Gabriel drawled out slowly, ignoring nude Sam's startled, fearful look which caused Gabriel to tighten his hold on Sam reassuringly, then he continued purposefully. "See, I really don't want to do the prep work here. Never have liked doing any type of dirty work."
He paused to allow Lucifer the knowing snicker at his double entendre before he got to the point, "Now, since Deano is apparently very knowledgeable on the subject . . . so I really think it's only fitting that Dean should teach Sammy, or, rather, physically demonstrate the process for his little brother, just like all big brothers should teach their little brothers the important things they should know in life."
"No . . .," Michael, who was also unclothed now, disagreed but Lucifer argued convincingly, as only Lucifer could.
Lucifer nudged Michael and coaxed seductively, "Think about it, Mikey, how extremely degrading it will be for Mr. Macho Bottoms to work himself open in front of his baby brother. You know very well that we can inflict pain, a lot of pain, no matter how open he makes himself, but the mental pain . . . that will last much, much longer. In fact, it will probably be a raw wound that's reopened every time they look at each other for next few months."
Michael nodded slightly in agreement, seeing Lucifer's point, and begrudgingly allowed a tight lipped, "Touche."
Trini smiled widely, enjoying the way these two archs thought. Trini ordered with amused mockery, "Yes, Dean, teach your little Sammy how he should prep himself for this new experience. Open yourself up wide for what is to come, Baby."
Dean closed his eyes and let his head fall back in despair and complete humiliation as his sweat coated body leaned itself over on his right elbow and he moved his left fingers into his mouth. He slathered them up with as much of his saliva as he could, knowing that this would be the only lube he would be allowed, then moved his left index finger to that tight ring of muscles protecting his body from just this type of invasion. He stared at Castiel through his lush lashes, uncaring if the bitch caught him at this point, and bit lightly at his bottom lip as he slowly inserted his finger into his tight channel.
It wasn't his fault. Anyone would have done the same thing in these circumstances, especially with as many injections as he'd had, but the wrecked needy mewl that escaped him filled and charged the already overexcited room occupants. He tightened his channel around the digit then shoved his hips down, sending his finger deep as it could go. Yeah, there was a burn but he was so completely past caring that it just added to his overflowing pleasure at having something inside him, finally. He moaned with pleasured delight and lost focus on the room at large.
His body knew this dance better than his mind and reacted not only instantly but, oh, so vigorously. He pulled his finger out, only to quickly shove it back in, but it wasn't enough. He added another finger without even being told needing to find relief from the deep burning inside of him. He rolled his head on his shoulders and worked his hips in a quickly set rhythm.
"Holy crap," Lucifer gasped breathlessly at the enticing erotica being played out before him, for his pleasure.
"Uh . . . yeah," Michael agreed in between pants.
"How many do you think he can take?" Lucifer wondered curiously as he gripped his own erection to keep from coming.
"Don't care," Michael intoned and started to move forward.
Lucifer appeared before him and put a hand on his chest then ordered, "Wait a sec. I'm curious."
"Don't care," Michael repeated tightly after glancing down at the hand on his chest, ignoring his body's response to physical contact. "Want him tight."
Castiel had almost lost his voice in his bid to scream out during all this time at the creatures playing with his mate this way. He couldn't take the waves of pain and humiliation that Dean had to be feeling right now, especially when his little brother was brought into it. He fought against and prodded the weakening spots in her hold while she was distracted with his older brothers' intense appetites, and his mate's, oh, so talented show. He allowed all of his pent up and suppressed emotions to fuel his power, just as he had learned during his heat in the box.
About the time he felt his power reach the proper point, he thought he heard a flutter of wings in the next room but then became very distracted as he watched his mate opening himself up on Bobby's desk. His eyes almost rolled in the back of his head at the heat that filled him from the sight before him. He knew Dean was about to orgasm from the signs on his expressive face but he couldn't look away from the impressively erotic display.
He clenched his teeth and growled low in warning when the she-devil reached over and scratched his mate's inner left thigh, leaving three slightly bleeding trails and two bright red ones. He heard his mate's howl of pain quickly followed by a low, confused, needy moan. His power intensified dramatically in reaction.
"Cassie," Balthazar whispered in his ear. Castiel growled in response, intent on the memory of Balthazar's betrayal and attempt to back stab his mate. "Not now, Cassie, pay close attention. She will sense me soon. You have to finish it. I loosened the collar on Dean's neck earlier so that the baby could protect them but, this time, you have to get it off of him. She might hold your grace but she does not the baby's. Use that to your benefit during the distraction. Combine them together and overpower the bitch."
"Whose there?" She questioned warningly, intently searching the room for the unknown life source that she sensed. "Show yourself!"
Asmodeus appeared instantly, lounging by the study doorway that led to the front door. He eyed Dean who was up to three fingers by now. He arched his eyebrow and observed dryly, "Well, I see you've been your normal busy, persuasive self, Trini, but I'm afraid that I have some bad news."
Trini smirked assuredly, "Oh, really? And what is that, Asmo?"
Castiel focused on Dean's collar, seeing the loosened latch. He knew that he probably had enough power to get them both out of here but with Dean's life, and Dean's baby's life on the line, he wanted more certainty than a probably. He slowly moved his hand in motion with how he needed his grace to work. He managed the latch but the collar still hung in the buckle where it laid against Dean's neck while gravity caused it to sag slowly. Too slowly.
He almost growled in frustration when Dean's eyes suddenly flashed over to meet his. He knew by the expression on Dean's face that Dean would have cum, if he hadn't been locked into that ring. Dean groaned painfully and whimpered with pathetic need but he maintained eye contact with his mate. Castiel quickly opened their bond, intent on getting Dean's cooperation.
Asmodeus sighed heavily, "Well, according to the pathetic, uppity whelp you sent me, the angelic mating bond cannot be broken this way."
"What do you mean?" Trini questioned harshly. "It is broken, if one of them is forsaken. Forsaken means sex with another. That's well known."
Castiel searched through Dean's mind to find some way to command his mate to remove the now very loose collar but there was no conscious thought left. There was only an overload of unfulfilled, needy desire. He almost gave up so that he could focus on risking it with his grace only, his way, when he felt something deep inside Dean question his presence. He sent a mental image to that deep, primitive part of Dean and hoped that it would be enough. Finally, he pulled all his collected energy forward, intent on pulling one all-out break away effort.
Asmodeus sighed heavily and argued patiently, "Yes, that is true, but you forgot the part that requires it has to be a conscious, knowledgeable, willful act. Not this. This does not qualify. It will only cause them both a tremendous amount of pain which I'm all for but it will not break their bond."
Trini thought a moment then shrugged and observed cheerfully, "You know what . . . I'm good with that."
In the background, she heard Michael snarl, "He's mine first. Know your place, little brother."
She turned back in time to see Michael shove his younger brother back and rush forward to position himself in front of him. Lucifer grabbed his brother to argue then suddenly a percussion wave of energy filled the air with a ripple effect. It effectively pushed Michael his hips forward in a forceful thrust, burying him deep inside the body beneath him with a heartfelt groan of relief.
He glanced down and Lucifer was on the desk in Dean's exact previous position. He smirked mockingly at Lucifer who howled with pain at the sudden stretch, "Well, well, well, if this isn't poetic justice, I don't know what is. It's about time you learn your place under me, little brother."
"Get off me, Mikey," Lucifer warned heatedly but his aroused body told Michael something totally different as it moved up to meet his next thrust.
"Oh, I really don't think so," Michael taunted smugly while he continued to thrust his hips, burying himself deep inside Lucifer again. "You always wanted my undivided attention. Well, you have it now. Always jealous of your younger siblings when I took time with them. Always acting out to gain my notice. Now you have it all. One hundred percent. So relax and enjoy it, Luce, just like I know you want to."
"Do Not!" Lucifer denied hotly but Michael's next thrust ran right over the pleasure spot of Lucifer's vessel and he moaned with wanton desire.
"That's it, Luce. Just like that," Michael coaxed smugly.
Meanwhile, Trini quickly scanned the room only to find that Dean had completely disappeared from the room and a quick glance to the left showed her that Castiel went with him as well. She cursed irately, "Damn it, how did they do that?"
Balthazar appeared not far from Gabriel and taunted, "It wasn't very hard, darling. After all, a highly ticked off angelic mate is not something to mess with, as Luci and Mikey can attest to once they finished," he trailed off at the sight of his brothers 'entertaining' themselves. "Oh, I so did not need to see that. Anyway, you ticked Cassie off enough to 'power' him up. Of course, they also had a little family help. Now, brothers, if you will but focus for a brief moment on something other than . . ." Trini knew when she was beat and disappeared just as abruptly as Castiel and Dean.
"Good timing, Balthazar," Gabriel praised breathlessly, still in a tangle of arms and legs with the gentle giant turned octopus. "Now if you don't mind . . ."
"Oh, good Father, yes. Of course. No worries, dear boy," Balthazar quickly countered with tightly shut eyes while his voice trailed off as he disappeared, stating, "Always willing to save my eyes, mind, lunch, etc. . ."
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