AN: Hey guys! Here's the next chapter and with the title, you'll know what'll happen. *waggles eyebrows*. I just couldn't stay away from this story because I'm really eager to finish this one. Haha. Anyway, thanks so much for all your lovely reviews! You guys boosted my ego up. I also thank those who added this story to their Favorite Story list. You guys are great ego boosters as well. ;) And, welcome to the newcomers! :D TWO more chapters and this story will be ending. Also, I hope you guys joined the event that'll hopefully feature our boys on Ellen. If you weren't able to do so, there's another one coming. I can't remember the date but I'm pretty sure it's a Wednesday. Look it up on Facebook, Supernatural on Ellen (I suppose) then join it! :D

I just HAD to respond to these reviews because I'm an overly excited teenager! So I'm sorry. *sheepish*

Luciel89 and Tendencia-I know right? I like a shy Cassy too! Hihi. :3

Keefer-I love you so much that I didn't have the heart to let you suffer three weeks. ;P

hikarilightz-I'm glad you liked that one! Haha. I really think it's sweet to shyly ask Cas if he could kiss him. Hihi. The power of moe moe cannot be stopped! (if you're wondering, it's an anime reference, from Kaichou-wa Maid Sama)

Anyway, don't forget to review and tell me what you think guys! I need ego boosters! And your reactions, of course. Haha. Also, read my AN at the end. Why? Just do it after reading the story! :P

Love y'all! *blows a kiss to you guys* (I still don't know why I kept on writing that.)


The More You Hate, the More You Love

Flames Blazing...

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Castiel's lips moved in sync with Dean's; slow but synchronized, as if they were dancing with each other. The movement of their lips against each other felt so right and oh so intimate. The two men kissed as if they have done it a million times in the past and not for the first time. Anyone who would have seen the two young men would think that they have been lovers for a long time now. Anyone who would have seen them would be led to believe that they have been in love for a very long time now and that they were still falling madly in love with each other. No one would have guessed that that was the first time their lips have met. No one would have guessed that they have only met more or less a month ago. No one would have guessed that they had an initial dislike during their first meeting. And no one would have guessed that they have just started to fall in love a few weeks prior.

As their lips continued their slow, passionate dance, Castiel realized that he was right; Dean's lips were soft and tasted sweet, and that nothing was comparable to how amazing his lips tasted. He wasn't sure if it was simply his mind, but he thought Dean tasted like the baked goods his mother—Queen Anna—would make him when he was younger. He remembered sneaking out into the kitchen with her early in the morning. They would stay there and bake until he was needed for his various lessons for the day and his mother was needed to do the duties of the queen. There were times that King Michael, Prince Lucifer and Prince Gabriel would join them if they had the time. But most of those days, it was just him and his mother.

Slowly, Dean raised his hands to cup the younger prince's face, making Castiel hold his wrists gently. Dean felt light, as if he was floating in mid-air. Kissing Castiel felt so freeing and right, as if he has found the one thing he has been looking for all his life. It felt like the one right thing in a place filled with nothing but mistakes. It reminded him of the days when he was an innocent little boy, being tucked in at night by his mother and telling him that there are angels watching over him. Perhaps Castiel was a real angel, because only one could make him feel that way; so free and good and loved. Yes, he felt the love Castiel felt for him as their lips collide, making him regret not kissing the younger prince sooner. But even so, he wouldn't trade this first kiss for anything else.

When the need for air became necessary, they reluctantly pulled away from each other and rested their foreheads against the other. Dean was the first one to fully open his eyes. He stared at the younger man as he slowly opened his eyes. The sky met the forest. Castiel can see the lust written all over Dean's green orbs. He swallowed thickly as he tried to catch his breath. Somehow he knew his eyes were mirroring the same lust.

Dean's thumbs were rubbing back and forth Castiel's cheeks while the younger man's own thumbs were doing the same on Dean's wrists, at his pulse point. Dean then realized he wanted all of Castiel. He wanted to take the younger man, claim him so no one else would touch him. He wanted more and hoped Castiel wouldn't shy away if he asked.

"When's your cycle?" he asked in a hoarse whisper and went for slight subtlety; but he knew Castiel knew where the question would be heading. His voice was rough due to the lust flowing through him and he was sure his eyes were saying the same thing.

Castiel swallowed thickly when Dean asked him about his cycle. Every month, a male has a three day cycle in which he may conceive in the small amount of time. It was always the younger one in the relationship who carries the child. All of the other days were safe for two male couples to lay with each other, without worry that the younger man would conceive. Somehow, he knew where Dean was heading with the simple question. He knew Dean would want to take him, claim him as his own. He knew Dean asked the question because he can't get pregnant without marriage first. Both he and Dean would be a disgrace to their families if Castiel would carry Dean's child before they are wed. But even if he knew Dean's intentions, he still responded, "From the seventeenth up to the nineteenth." His voice was just as quiet and hoarse as Dean's, as if he was afraid someone would hear their conversation, as if he was afraid to break the stillness of their surroundings.

It was only the tenth of the month. If they do something, Castiel will not conceive. Dean swallowed thickly and took a deep breath. He tried to gain courage to ask the question he wanted to ask. After another deep breath, he wet his lips and finally asked in a quiet voice, "Will you let me take you?" He simply stared at the younger prince, gauging his reaction to at least have a small hint of what the answer might be. Once again, he simply sat there, waiting for Castiel's approval or rejection. He would be fine if Castiel declined. He knew the consequences, of course, but that didn't stop him from wanting the younger prince. He could wait until they were wed to take the younger prince if Castiel declined him. He was willing to wait, for Castiel.

The younger prince swallowed thickly, thinking of how to answer the older one. He wanted the same thing, he wanted Dean to take him, make love to him slowly, passionately and lovingly. He wanted to give Dean everything—every part of him. And he wanted the older prince to take all of it. He wanted him to have him because he knew Dean will take care of him. And with Dean's words and actions earlier, he knew Dean would love him. No, he knew Dean loves him. He swallowed thickly once more and stared into Dean's forest green eyes and said in a soft and quiet but stern voice, "Take me."

Dean let out a shaky breath he didn't know he was holding. He gave the younger prince one more chaste kiss, making both their eyes flutter close, before he reluctantly pulled away to stand up, pulling Castiel up with him in the process. He felt relieved and thrilled that Castiel was willing to give himself to him. Right then and there, he knew Castiel trusted him and wanted to give him all of him. The thought sent a shiver down the older prince's spine; finally having the younger prince, Castiel willingly giving himself to Dean. It felt amazing and he couldn't wait to get out of their clothing. He couldn't wait to have Castiel beneath him; writhing, panting, groaning in pleasure and moaning his name. He wanted to see how Castiel's face would look once they started making love; the pleasure and lust that would be swimming in those ocean eyes. He wondered if the younger prince would look as shy as he was back then, when Dean had seen him half naked. He wondered how Castiel's voice would sound once he started moaning his name. He wondered how Castiel's bare skin, not just his hands nor his face, would feel beneath his fingertips; beneath his lips and eager mouth. He wondered how Castiel's throat, the crook of his neck, his chest and other parts of his body would taste under his tongue. Would they taste just as deliciously as his lips, his mouth? Or would they taste even better? He didn't know yet but he knew he would find out the answers to these questions in a few more moments.

Dean held the younger prince by the hand and led him to the empty cabin near the lake. No one really enters the cabin besides the two princes. No one else has really been akin to staying by the lake anymore besides Dean and Castiel. Sam and Gabriel used to go there with him until they got too busy with too many things that only Dean would frequently go there. And when he and Castiel started to grow close, it has always been their special place. It has always been the one place for the two young men; for the lovers.

Dean opened the door and let Castiel in. It was a small one, just enough for two people to actually live in for a short period of time. It has a bed at one corner where two people would fit perfectly, even if they both sprawled like an eagle. There's a fireplace on one side, at the center part. There's a small quadratic table by the door and a small closet at the opposite corner of the bed.

Once they were both inside, the older prince locked the door behind him and slowly and gently pulled the younger prince flushed to his body; chest to chest, arm to arm, toe to toe. He felt the way Castiel's breath hitch at the sudden closeness. He can feel the warmth radiating from the younger prince. He vaguely wondered if Castiel's body would feel even warmer without the articles of clothing.

Dean's arms were around Castiel's waist while the latter has his arms around the older prince's neck. Dean leaned his face forward and so did Castiel, meeting the older prince halfway into a passionate and slightly more heated dance of soft lips. Their lips moved in sync once more, along with a rhythm only they can hear. But then, Castiel deepened the kiss. He didn't know why he did it and neither did Dean, but neither one of them complained. The younger prince ran his tongue along Dean's lips and tried to push in, asking for entrance. When the older prince realized the intentions in a subconscious way, he opened his mouth and let Castiel's tongue in. When their tongues met, they both moaned and Castiel held onto Dean tighter, his hand fisting the older prince's short hair. Their tongues danced with each other, the same way their lips did earlier. Castiel let Dean lead that dance. He was happy following Dean's lead and was enjoying it.

The two young men broke away for air for a short while then let their mouths hold each other once more; hands started to wander and explore the other person's body. Dean gently pushed Castiel backwards, towards the bed, and the younger prince gladly complied. When the back of Castiel's knees hit the side of the bed, he fell down and pulled the older prince with him. Dean supported his weight with the use of his arms by stretching them to let his hands land on the mattress. He was bent down, leaning over the younger prince while Castiel sat on the bed, arms still around Dean's neck. They broke away for air when their lungs were running out of it. For a short while, they simply stared at each other, then, Castiel nodded once and removed his arms from Dean's neck. The older prince straightened up and watched him as he removed his boots. Castiel then scooted backwards to put his body completely on the bed. Dean removed his boots as well and pulled his shirt off and let it fall beside him as Castiel removed his own pants and threw them by the foot of the bed. Dean finally removed his pants and let them pool around his ankles before he stepped out of them while Castiel pulled off his shirt. They were finally both bare in front of each other and Dean couldn't help but admire Castiel's beauty. The younger prince was simply beautiful and he still can't believe that a man as beautiful as Castiel willingly gave himself to him.

The younger prince blushed at Dean's scrutiny and bit his lower lip; seducing Dean unintentionally. Castiel repositioned himself so he could lie properly on the bed. He laid back and waited for the older prince to cover his body with his own. He rested his left hand on his stomach while his right rested beside his head by the wall; his head was turned towards his left side to look at the older prince.

Dean watched the younger prince lay on the bed before he crawled up on it. His body hovered perpendicularly with Castiel's and he leaned down to kiss those soft, pliant lips once more as their eyes fluttered close. He changed his position, without breaking the kiss, so that his body covered the younger prince's, settled between the younger prince's already parted and raised legs. Castiel moaned when he felt the older prince's heat hovering just above him and instinctively wrapped his arms around Dean, his palms resting on the older prince's shoulder blades. Dean's hands tangled through Castiel's soft hair as his arms supported his weight. They simply let their mouths move with each other for a short while then Dean broke away and moved his lips to Castiel's jaw to kiss the spot tenderly. The younger prince sighed contentedly as the older one kissed his jaw. Dean's lips moved lower to mouth Castiel's neck, kissing him gently. The only noises that can be heard in the silent room were Castiel's soft moans, gasps and murmur of the older prince's name, and Dean's lips parting from their attachment on Castiel's skin. One of Castiel's hands has found its way to Dean's short hair.

"Dean." Castiel gasped when the older prince gently bit his neck and thrust down by instinct, making their erections rub against each other. Dean, on the other hand, moaned at the touch and did it once more before he parted his lips from Castiel's throat to look at him. The younger prince was panting and sweating already as he stared at the older man. He licked his lips, making Dean follow the movement. "Dean." He said once more in a quiet voice. That one word, name, was already pleading Dean to take him, make him feel owned and complete. The older prince understood the words left unsaid and nodded his head. He leaned down once more to attach his lips to Castiel's, making them both flutter their eyes close. When he pulled away, he suddenly realized something, making him groan and rest his forehead on Castiel's chest. "What's wrong?" Castiel asked in a worried voice, afraid that he did something wrong, as he played with Dean's short hair.

Dean looked up to him with a slightly embarrassed looked on his face. He bit his lower lip then said, "We don't have some oil to use as lubrication for this." He kissed Castiel's forehead and let his green eyes meet Castiel's blue one.

Without removing his gaze from the older man, Castiel chewed his lower lip gently as he thought about it. Even as an idea hit him, he was still a little hesitant and kept on chewing his lip. When he has finally decided to follow the idea that formed in his head, he took one of Dean's hands and sucked three fingers from that hand. Dean's breath hitched as Castiel sucked his index finger, middle finger and ring finger. They were staring at each other for a short while until Dean decided to kiss the younger prince's neck once more, making the younger one's eyes flutter close. When Dean's fingers were slick and wet enough, Castiel let his hand go and let his head fall back to give the older prince more access to his neck.

Dean trained slicked fingers lower and started to prepare the younger prince whilst he kissed his neck. Dean gently and slowly inserted his index finger, making Castiel gasp with slight pain at the intrusion. Dean shushed him and kept on kissing his neck to drive away the sensations of pain. Another one was inserted and the younger prince hardly noticed it because of Dean's soothing touches and kisses. A third one was preparing him when Dean's fingers brushed something inside him that made him gasp then moan with pleasure.

The older prince made sure that the younger man beneath him was prepared enough before he removed his fingers. His lips were moving against Castiel's as he did so. Then, with his arms parting Castiel's legs wider and raising them for better angle and leverage as a warning, he slowly thrust inside the younger man, making him gasp with pain once more. Dean paused then whispered breathlessly and soothingly against Castiel's ear, "Shh. I'm here. Relax." The younger prince whimpered softly and nodded for Dean to continue. Dean pushed the final few inches and was fully sheathed inside the younger man. He paused once more and let him adjust.

It hurt a lot for Castiel but he knew Dean would take care of him. He knew Dean wouldn't hurt him and that it will be worth it. He was glad that the older prince stopped for a while to let him adjust to the feeling. When the pain was almost gone, he started to feel the pleasure. "Dean." He moaned, asking Dean to move without really saying it.

The older prince started to move out slightly then thrust back in; leaning down to take Castiel's lips with his own once more. He went slow and gentle, careful not to hurt Castiel. They found a pace that suite them both well. It wasn't hurried and rough. It was gentle and passionate. It was slow and loving. They really were making love at that moment and everything felt perfect. They were like a song that was finally completed; a melody and its words. Their movements were synchronized, as if they've done it a million times before, like it was a dance they have been practicing before the night of a performance. Maybe they have—in another life and time. The soft sounds passing through their lips expressed the pleasure both men were feeling. But like everything, it had to come to an end.

Castiel pulled away from the kiss and moaned Dean's name through gritted teeth, trying not to scream as he released between their lean abdomens and their chests. Dean followed after a few more thrusts as Castiel's channel clenched tightly around him. As he released inside the younger man beneath him, he took Castiel's lips with his own once again to prevent himself from screaming the younger prince's name. Castiel moaned softly against Dean's lips as he felt the older prince's release fill him up.

Dean was still softly rocking back and forth as they pulled away from each others' mouths reluctantly. They stared at each other for a short while as Dean's movements came to a halt. The older prince leaned down once more to press a soft chaste kiss on Castiel's mouth then finally pulled out of the younger prince with a soft hiss from him and a small whimper from the man beneath him. He moved to lie beside Castiel and he gently pulled him flush against his side; one hand rested on the younger prince's soft behind and the other rested under the pillow his head was resting on. Castiel on the other hand wrapped his arms around Dean's waist, rested his head on his built chest, and sighed contentedly when Dean placed a hand on his behind; a thumb rubbing his thigh soothingly. One of his legs was placed between Dean's own, tangled with the older prince's. He snuggled close to Dean's side as they both tried to catch their breath.

"Hey, Cas?" Dean said in a hesitant voice when their breathing finally returned to normal.

"Hmm?" Castiel responded without looking at the older prince. His eyes were closed and he was happy to just lie there beside Dean.

"Can I ask you something?" he finally said after a short pause. His voice was serious and hesitant that it made Castiel look up at him with a worried frown. Whatever Dean has on his mind must be really bothering him. He just hoped that whatever it was won't ruin anything.


AN: Yeah. I'm sorry for those who wanted a bottom Dean. It's just... It has been already planned out and stuff like that. And you gotta admit, Cas can be an adorable bottom. :3 I hope you guys aren't too disappointed and that you'll continue reading this. Also, I invented the cycle thing so that the pregnancy stuff could be planned out by the couple since a woman's pregnancy can be controlled as well with the use of the calendar method. Anyway, for those of you who wanted a bottom Dean, wait for my incoming fic that'll be entitled 'The Guardians of Men'. Yeah, kind of a shitty title (in a way) but Dean's a bottom there, if you're interested. I'm still working on it though. So, regardless of my blabbering, I hope you continue to support this and don't throw stuff at me. *nervous smile. dodges a shoe*

And don't worry about Dean's question. He's just being Dean who thinks... No, scratch that. Dean's just being Dean who WORRIES too much. It's nothing serious, really. :)