SPN: Angel Kink Meme Prompt-fill - Master and Slave
Gabriel doesn't go to the auction meaning to buy a slave. But he comes back with two brothers. He decides to gift the younger one to his brother Castiel.
a bit of dub-con please.
((Angel or human not specified, but I had an image of hungover angel-Gabe knocking things over. So you get this. Sort of dub-con, in that Dean only really wants it because he’s forced to want it. And it wants to turn into a longer story… Maybe when Mistakes We Make is finished.))
“Fuckit,” Gabriel growled as he stumbled to his kitchen, wings trailing along the ground as he held his head. “Wheresit.” He heard a crash as he apparently knocked something off the counter with his wing, but ignored it. Soon enough he managed to find the anti-hangover potion - the Greek gods were seriously wonderful, he was considering switching religions - and downed it in one gulp.
As the pounding in his head receded, he realised that there was another presence in the room. Two, actually. He slowly turned and looked at them, eyes wide as he wondered what he’d done this time.
The first thing he noticed was how damn tall they both were. Then he saw the collars around their necks, and the way they were standing, heads slightly bowed, eyes trained on the floor. The slightly smaller one was standing a little in front of the bigger one, as though to shield him. There was a fairly strong family resemblance in them, and Gabriel let out a groan as he smacked his head down onto the counter.
“I bought slaves?” He asked the room in general.
“Um, yes sir,” one answered. Looking up, Gabriel figured it was the taller one. The smaller one was shooting him glares now and then, which certainly made things interesting.
“Why did I buy two slaves?” Gabriel asked again, wondering if they had any more idea than he did. At this, the tall one blushed and the shorter one was definitely scowling at the floor.
“Uh, you’d had a fair bit to drink, Master,” Tall Slave responded. “You said, uh…”
“You were horny and buying a slave was cheaper than hiring a decent hooker,” the shorter one commented. Gabriel found himself liking the attitude, then gulped as he realised the implications of that statement.
“Did I… with both of you?”
“No Master,” Tall Slave shook his head. “There was a special on us, since we’re brothers. By the time you paid for us and brought us here, you were too tired to do anything. You allowed us to sleep on the fold-out bed, and went to your own room.”
“Ah, right,” Gabriel nodded. He looked from one to the other, at a complete loss as to what to do now. “Well, I’ve never actually had a slave before… what am I meant to do with you? Do you require feeding and watering?”
Snarky Slave obviously bit back a laugh at that, while Tall Slave tried to surreptitiously elbow him.
“Shut up for a minute, both of you,” Gabriel muttered as he felt something trying to get his attention. He closed his eyes and opened his senses, recognising the touch of one of his brothers.
Gabriel, are you finally awake?
Hi Castiel! How’s tricks?
You were spectacularly drunk last night. I think you managed to offend deities from every single religion. Congratulations.
Well, I try. Hey, can you come over for a minute? I’ve got something for you.
A few seconds later, there was a knock at the door.
“Get in here,” Gabriel shouted, and Castiel let himself in, sighing at his older brother’s lack of basic manners. He guessed it came from being an Archangel - the only one he really had to answer to was God.
“What did… Gabriel, why are you naked?”
“Because I just woke up. I hate sleeping in clothes, they feel so restricting.”
“The rest of us would prefer it if you put something on upon waking up,” Castiel managed to inform his brother, looking him in the eye.
“My house, my rules, and I say pants are not mandatory.”
“Right. What is it you wanted from me?” Castiel asked, eyes flicking curiously towards the slaves standing in Gabriel’s living room. In all the years they’d been on Earth, he’d never known Gabriel to take a slave.
“Apparently I bought a pair of slaves last night.”
“I see that. Why would you do such a thing?”
“Seemed like a good idea at the time,” Gabriel shrugged. Castiel closed his eyes and hung his head, letting out a huff of breath.
“Of course it did.”
“Anyway, I’ve got no use for two of them. Pick one, you can have it.”
“Gabriel…”
“Seriously. Tall Slave or Snarky Slave. I haven’t tested either of them out yet, but I’m sure you’ll have fun with whichever you pick.”
“Gabriel, I have no need for a slave. I have no desire for one either.”
“Okay,” Gabriel shrugged. “Guess I’ll just have to kill the excess.” He lifted his hand and flicked it between the brothers. “Eenie, meenie, minie, mo…”
“Fine!” Castiel growled, seeing the eyes of the slaves. They were doing their best to stay silent, but he could tell that they were both getting rather distressed at his brother’s antics. “I’ll take one. Honestly, you and your drunken antics…”
He briefly looked the pair over, then moved towards the taller one.
“Are you any good at research?”
“Yes, sir,” the slave nodded. “I can read several languages, and can memorise symbols quite quickly.”
“Good. You’ll do. What’s your name? I refuse to call you Tall Slave,” here he shot a glare at his brother, who was grinning like a Cheshire cat.
“Sam Winchester, Master.”
Castiel nodded and tilted his head, surveying him for a moment.
“You may have a minute to say goodbye to your brother, while I lecture mine.”
Gabriel tuned out most of Castiel’s lecture. He knew what it would be about anyway - that he should be more responsible, that he shouldn’t drink so much, that he should take care of his new toy. Not in those words, of course, but that was the gist of it.
Finally Castiel was gone, taking Sam with him. Gabriel turned back to the other one and looked him up and down.
“So, what’s your name then? Or should I keep calling you Snarky Slave?”
“Dean Winchester.” Gabriel waited a moment, but there didn’t seem to be anything further forthcoming. Apparently this slave had trouble respecting authority. He shrugged internally - like Master, like Slave.
“Well, Dean, now that I’m no longer drunk or hung over, I’m horny. Time to see what you can do. What are your specialties?”
Dean glared at the floor, clearly wanting to glare at his master but not daring to.
“I’m a bodyguard, not a whore. I didn’t train in the sexual arts.”
“Pity,” Gabriel shrugged, then snagged the collar and dragged Dean back to his bedroom. “Guess I’ll have to teach you myself.”
He sat on the edge of the bed and pushed Dean down to his knees. The slave went down, still glaring, obviously uncomfortable about his situation.
“You’ve given a blowjob before, right?” Gabriel asked. There was a curt nod, and he grinned. “Great. Have at it then.”
Dean reluctantly reached forwards and pressed his mouth to the skin just above Gabriel’s half-erect cock. He was gently massaging the thighs either side of his head, and slowly kissed his way down and along the cock in his face. By the time he got to the tip and took the head in his mouth, Gabriel was fully aroused and fighting to keep his hips still. He leaned back on his elbows, watching as his new slave started bobbing his head, sucking and licking at Gabriel’s cock. Dean brought a hand up and started stroking the part he couldn’t fit in his mouth, and Gabriel let out a groan of satisfaction.
The slave was clearly inexperienced at this, but he was trying. And anyway, it was a warm, wet mouth, and Gabriel wasn’t going to complain about that. Due to Dean’s lack of experience, and Gabriel’s abundance of it, it was quite a while before Gabriel suddenly grabbed Dean’s head, forcing him to stay still as he climaxed, filling Dean’s mouth.
“Swallow it,” Gabriel managed to choke out, liking the feeling of Dean swallowing around him. Once he’d finished, he finally allowed Dean to pull away from him and grinned down at his slave.
“Not bad. You’ll get better with experience, trust me. Now go into that room,” he nodded towards the bathroom, “and get something to clean me off.”
Dean did as he was told, and Gabriel smirked at the slave’s back. He’d noticed the bulge in Dean’s pants that said he’d enjoyed that more than he wanted to admit. Soon enough, Dean was back with a washcloth he’d run under warm water, and was gently cleaning Gabriel’s cock. The Archangel contemplated making himself hard again, then decided against it. No point pushing his slave too quickly.
-AS-
“Why did you give me a slave?” Castiel griped at his brother.
“Because I thought it’d be funny,” Gabriel shrugged easily. They were wandering through the city, wings shading them from the harsh sun, and drawing several appreciative stares. People liked knowing that there were angels in the city, it made them feel safer. And for the most part, they didn’t care that angels took humans as slaves frequently. It was considered something of an honour among some circles even. “Why don’t you want him?”
“Because he keeps trying to have sex with me!” Castiel hissed. “He flirts, and offers to preen my wings for me, and bends over in front of me…”
“So take him!” Gabriel encouraged his brother. “If he’s willing, then go for it! Getting laid would do you some good.”
“I… he’s not willing,” Castiel lowered his eyes, wings drooping a little. “He’s a slave, he has to act like that. It’s the collar. It forces the slave to have sexual desire for their master and no one else.”
“Really?” Gabriel raised an eyebrow. “I… didn’t know that.”
“Really,” Castiel nodded. “It’s why I can’t sleep with him. I know it’s not real.”
“Huh.” They walked in silence for a while. “Y’know, I think you’d make a better Archangel than me sometimes. You remember what morals are.”
-AS-
That night as Gabriel was getting sucked off, he thought about Castiel’s words. So Dean didn’t have a choice in how he reacted to Gabriel. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that - he’d quite happily pay a whore to have sex with him, and they didn’t have a choice then. But they could always refuse him as a client, so they did have a choice.
Gabriel grabbed Dean’s head to still him and pulled him off, drawing a confused look. So far the only thing they’d done was Dean giving Gabriel blowjobs, and every time Dean got hard without Gabriel touching him.
Looking into Dean’s eyes, Gabriel felt the first stirrings of doubt. Did he really want a slave like this?
“Dean, I’m going to ask you something, and I want you to answer me honestly. That’s an order.”
“Okay,” Dean still looked puzzled, and was trying not to squirm. He was already hard inside his pants, Gabriel noticed.
“If you weren’t a slave, would you want to have sex with me?”
Dean opened his mouth, then closed it. There was a struggle in his eyes, and Gabriel felt his heart sinking. The slave had been ordered to tell the truth, but the collar was working to make him desire his master.
Growling, Gabriel slid forwards, off the bed and onto Dean’s lap, then kissed his slave fiercely. Dean’s arms came up around him immediately, and he kissed back quickly, going along with whatever his master wanted.
Gabriel pulled Dean up off the floor soon and pushed him onto the bed, snapping his fingers to divest Dean of his clothes. The slave let out a yelp of surprise, before Gabriel pounced and was sucking him off.
“Ma… master!”
It was the first time Dean had called him that, and Gabriel growled. He wasn’t entirely sure what he was trying to prove here, just that he wanted his slave to honestly desire him. And the best way to do that was to saturate him in mind-blowing pleasure.
Whilst sucking and occasionally nibbling at his slave’s erect cock, Gabriel willed a tub of Vaseline into existence. He quickly coated his fingers and pressed one into his slave, working quickly to stretch him. He wanted to get another finger in to make the next bit easier.
Soon, he had two fingers in, and managed to reach Dean’s prostate. He continued to suck on the cock in his mouth, whilst massaging the small bundle of nerves. Dean was whimpering and thrusting his hips, trying to get more stimulation. Gabriel concentrated and moved his wings up within reach of Dean’s hands. Taking the hint, Dean started stroking them, returning some of the pleasure he was receiving.
With the dual assault on his centres of pleasure, Dean soon came, shouting Gabriel’s name as he thrust into the Archangel’s waiting mouth. Once he was done, Gabriel lifted his mouth and started nibbling at Dean’s hip-bones, continuing to stretch him, though now avoiding his prostate.
“Master…” Dean whimpered, though Gabriel ignored him. He’d had enough of waiting, and wanted to properly claim his slave. He inserted a third finger easily, thrusting only a few times before withdrawing and slicking himself.
Deciding he liked the sight of Dean’s post-orgasm face, Gabriel lifted his slave’s hips easily and slid into him. It couldn’t have been comfortable for Dean, with only his shoulders and neck resting on the bed, but Gabriel wasn’t too concerned.
Sliding into his slave, Gabriel growled out a few words in Enochian, forcing Dean’s body to rejuvenate. Within a few thrusts, Dean was hard again, trying to thrust back onto his master but unable due to the angle.
Wrapping his arms around Dean, Gabriel lifted him up so that he was straddling his master, legs wrapped around Gabriel’s waist. Dean’s arms quickly went around him as well, hands seeking the place where his wings joined his body and stroking the merging skin and feathers there. It was one of the most sensitive parts of an angel’s body, and Gabriel groaned as he sped up his thrusts.
“Such a good slave,” he murmured against Dean’s neck. “My slave. All mine.”
“Yours,” Dean agreed, still trying to get closer. His dick was pressed between their stomachs, and he was soon coming again.
Gabriel smirked against skin, and started tracing a sigil on Dean’s back while the slave was still in a haze. He knew this was going to hurt, but he wanted a permanent mark of ownership.
He knew when Dean started to feel the pain, but wrapped his free arm around Dean’s hips, keeping him still. It was over soon, and Gabriel started moving again. The spell wouldn’t be complete until he’d properly claimed his slave.
Dean seemed to pick up on Gabriel’s sudden haste, and even though he was whimpering in pain, he started stroking the Archangel’s wings and back again.
Suddenly, Gabriel bit down on Dean’s shoulder and thrust hard, feeling the tingle of magic rush through them both as he came inside his slave. Once the rush faded, he collapsed down on top of Dean, nuzzling into his neck and not inclined to actually shift out of him.
“Ma… master… what was that?” Dean managed to get the words out, despite having Gabriel on top of him.
“Mark of ownership,” Gabriel muttered. “Proves you’re mine.”
“Ah. Could you, maybe…”
“Fine,” Gabriel growled and lifted himself up, allowing Dean to crawl out from under him. He then collapsed straight back down, reaching out and snagging Dean so that they lay together, Gabriel’s arms and wings both wrapped around his slave. “Now shut up and go to sleep.”
a bit of dub-con please.
((Angel or human not specified, but I had an image of hungover angel-Gabe knocking things over. So you get this. Sort of dub-con, in that Dean only really wants it because he’s forced to want it. And it wants to turn into a longer story… Maybe when Mistakes We Make is finished.))
“Fuckit,” Gabriel growled as he stumbled to his kitchen, wings trailing along the ground as he held his head. “Wheresit.” He heard a crash as he apparently knocked something off the counter with his wing, but ignored it. Soon enough he managed to find the anti-hangover potion - the Greek gods were seriously wonderful, he was considering switching religions - and downed it in one gulp.
As the pounding in his head receded, he realised that there was another presence in the room. Two, actually. He slowly turned and looked at them, eyes wide as he wondered what he’d done this time.
The first thing he noticed was how damn tall they both were. Then he saw the collars around their necks, and the way they were standing, heads slightly bowed, eyes trained on the floor. The slightly smaller one was standing a little in front of the bigger one, as though to shield him. There was a fairly strong family resemblance in them, and Gabriel let out a groan as he smacked his head down onto the counter.
“I bought slaves?” He asked the room in general.
“Um, yes sir,” one answered. Looking up, Gabriel figured it was the taller one. The smaller one was shooting him glares now and then, which certainly made things interesting.
“Why did I buy two slaves?” Gabriel asked again, wondering if they had any more idea than he did. At this, the tall one blushed and the shorter one was definitely scowling at the floor.
“Uh, you’d had a fair bit to drink, Master,” Tall Slave responded. “You said, uh…”
“You were horny and buying a slave was cheaper than hiring a decent hooker,” the shorter one commented. Gabriel found himself liking the attitude, then gulped as he realised the implications of that statement.
“Did I… with both of you?”
“No Master,” Tall Slave shook his head. “There was a special on us, since we’re brothers. By the time you paid for us and brought us here, you were too tired to do anything. You allowed us to sleep on the fold-out bed, and went to your own room.”
“Ah, right,” Gabriel nodded. He looked from one to the other, at a complete loss as to what to do now. “Well, I’ve never actually had a slave before… what am I meant to do with you? Do you require feeding and watering?”
Snarky Slave obviously bit back a laugh at that, while Tall Slave tried to surreptitiously elbow him.
“Shut up for a minute, both of you,” Gabriel muttered as he felt something trying to get his attention. He closed his eyes and opened his senses, recognising the touch of one of his brothers.
Gabriel, are you finally awake?
Hi Castiel! How’s tricks?
You were spectacularly drunk last night. I think you managed to offend deities from every single religion. Congratulations.
Well, I try. Hey, can you come over for a minute? I’ve got something for you.
A few seconds later, there was a knock at the door.
“Get in here,” Gabriel shouted, and Castiel let himself in, sighing at his older brother’s lack of basic manners. He guessed it came from being an Archangel - the only one he really had to answer to was God.
“What did… Gabriel, why are you naked?”
“Because I just woke up. I hate sleeping in clothes, they feel so restricting.”
“The rest of us would prefer it if you put something on upon waking up,” Castiel managed to inform his brother, looking him in the eye.
“My house, my rules, and I say pants are not mandatory.”
“Right. What is it you wanted from me?” Castiel asked, eyes flicking curiously towards the slaves standing in Gabriel’s living room. In all the years they’d been on Earth, he’d never known Gabriel to take a slave.
“Apparently I bought a pair of slaves last night.”
“I see that. Why would you do such a thing?”
“Seemed like a good idea at the time,” Gabriel shrugged. Castiel closed his eyes and hung his head, letting out a huff of breath.
“Of course it did.”
“Anyway, I’ve got no use for two of them. Pick one, you can have it.”
“Gabriel…”
“Seriously. Tall Slave or Snarky Slave. I haven’t tested either of them out yet, but I’m sure you’ll have fun with whichever you pick.”
“Gabriel, I have no need for a slave. I have no desire for one either.”
“Okay,” Gabriel shrugged. “Guess I’ll just have to kill the excess.” He lifted his hand and flicked it between the brothers. “Eenie, meenie, minie, mo…”
“Fine!” Castiel growled, seeing the eyes of the slaves. They were doing their best to stay silent, but he could tell that they were both getting rather distressed at his brother’s antics. “I’ll take one. Honestly, you and your drunken antics…”
He briefly looked the pair over, then moved towards the taller one.
“Are you any good at research?”
“Yes, sir,” the slave nodded. “I can read several languages, and can memorise symbols quite quickly.”
“Good. You’ll do. What’s your name? I refuse to call you Tall Slave,” here he shot a glare at his brother, who was grinning like a Cheshire cat.
“Sam Winchester, Master.”
Castiel nodded and tilted his head, surveying him for a moment.
“You may have a minute to say goodbye to your brother, while I lecture mine.”
Gabriel tuned out most of Castiel’s lecture. He knew what it would be about anyway - that he should be more responsible, that he shouldn’t drink so much, that he should take care of his new toy. Not in those words, of course, but that was the gist of it.
Finally Castiel was gone, taking Sam with him. Gabriel turned back to the other one and looked him up and down.
“So, what’s your name then? Or should I keep calling you Snarky Slave?”
“Dean Winchester.” Gabriel waited a moment, but there didn’t seem to be anything further forthcoming. Apparently this slave had trouble respecting authority. He shrugged internally - like Master, like Slave.
“Well, Dean, now that I’m no longer drunk or hung over, I’m horny. Time to see what you can do. What are your specialties?”
Dean glared at the floor, clearly wanting to glare at his master but not daring to.
“I’m a bodyguard, not a whore. I didn’t train in the sexual arts.”
“Pity,” Gabriel shrugged, then snagged the collar and dragged Dean back to his bedroom. “Guess I’ll have to teach you myself.”
He sat on the edge of the bed and pushed Dean down to his knees. The slave went down, still glaring, obviously uncomfortable about his situation.
“You’ve given a blowjob before, right?” Gabriel asked. There was a curt nod, and he grinned. “Great. Have at it then.”
Dean reluctantly reached forwards and pressed his mouth to the skin just above Gabriel’s half-erect cock. He was gently massaging the thighs either side of his head, and slowly kissed his way down and along the cock in his face. By the time he got to the tip and took the head in his mouth, Gabriel was fully aroused and fighting to keep his hips still. He leaned back on his elbows, watching as his new slave started bobbing his head, sucking and licking at Gabriel’s cock. Dean brought a hand up and started stroking the part he couldn’t fit in his mouth, and Gabriel let out a groan of satisfaction.
The slave was clearly inexperienced at this, but he was trying. And anyway, it was a warm, wet mouth, and Gabriel wasn’t going to complain about that. Due to Dean’s lack of experience, and Gabriel’s abundance of it, it was quite a while before Gabriel suddenly grabbed Dean’s head, forcing him to stay still as he climaxed, filling Dean’s mouth.
“Swallow it,” Gabriel managed to choke out, liking the feeling of Dean swallowing around him. Once he’d finished, he finally allowed Dean to pull away from him and grinned down at his slave.
“Not bad. You’ll get better with experience, trust me. Now go into that room,” he nodded towards the bathroom, “and get something to clean me off.”
Dean did as he was told, and Gabriel smirked at the slave’s back. He’d noticed the bulge in Dean’s pants that said he’d enjoyed that more than he wanted to admit. Soon enough, Dean was back with a washcloth he’d run under warm water, and was gently cleaning Gabriel’s cock. The Archangel contemplated making himself hard again, then decided against it. No point pushing his slave too quickly.
-AS-
“Why did you give me a slave?” Castiel griped at his brother.
“Because I thought it’d be funny,” Gabriel shrugged easily. They were wandering through the city, wings shading them from the harsh sun, and drawing several appreciative stares. People liked knowing that there were angels in the city, it made them feel safer. And for the most part, they didn’t care that angels took humans as slaves frequently. It was considered something of an honour among some circles even. “Why don’t you want him?”
“Because he keeps trying to have sex with me!” Castiel hissed. “He flirts, and offers to preen my wings for me, and bends over in front of me…”
“So take him!” Gabriel encouraged his brother. “If he’s willing, then go for it! Getting laid would do you some good.”
“I… he’s not willing,” Castiel lowered his eyes, wings drooping a little. “He’s a slave, he has to act like that. It’s the collar. It forces the slave to have sexual desire for their master and no one else.”
“Really?” Gabriel raised an eyebrow. “I… didn’t know that.”
“Really,” Castiel nodded. “It’s why I can’t sleep with him. I know it’s not real.”
“Huh.” They walked in silence for a while. “Y’know, I think you’d make a better Archangel than me sometimes. You remember what morals are.”
-AS-
That night as Gabriel was getting sucked off, he thought about Castiel’s words. So Dean didn’t have a choice in how he reacted to Gabriel. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that - he’d quite happily pay a whore to have sex with him, and they didn’t have a choice then. But they could always refuse him as a client, so they did have a choice.
Gabriel grabbed Dean’s head to still him and pulled him off, drawing a confused look. So far the only thing they’d done was Dean giving Gabriel blowjobs, and every time Dean got hard without Gabriel touching him.
Looking into Dean’s eyes, Gabriel felt the first stirrings of doubt. Did he really want a slave like this?
“Dean, I’m going to ask you something, and I want you to answer me honestly. That’s an order.”
“Okay,” Dean still looked puzzled, and was trying not to squirm. He was already hard inside his pants, Gabriel noticed.
“If you weren’t a slave, would you want to have sex with me?”
Dean opened his mouth, then closed it. There was a struggle in his eyes, and Gabriel felt his heart sinking. The slave had been ordered to tell the truth, but the collar was working to make him desire his master.
Growling, Gabriel slid forwards, off the bed and onto Dean’s lap, then kissed his slave fiercely. Dean’s arms came up around him immediately, and he kissed back quickly, going along with whatever his master wanted.
Gabriel pulled Dean up off the floor soon and pushed him onto the bed, snapping his fingers to divest Dean of his clothes. The slave let out a yelp of surprise, before Gabriel pounced and was sucking him off.
“Ma… master!”
It was the first time Dean had called him that, and Gabriel growled. He wasn’t entirely sure what he was trying to prove here, just that he wanted his slave to honestly desire him. And the best way to do that was to saturate him in mind-blowing pleasure.
Whilst sucking and occasionally nibbling at his slave’s erect cock, Gabriel willed a tub of Vaseline into existence. He quickly coated his fingers and pressed one into his slave, working quickly to stretch him. He wanted to get another finger in to make the next bit easier.
Soon, he had two fingers in, and managed to reach Dean’s prostate. He continued to suck on the cock in his mouth, whilst massaging the small bundle of nerves. Dean was whimpering and thrusting his hips, trying to get more stimulation. Gabriel concentrated and moved his wings up within reach of Dean’s hands. Taking the hint, Dean started stroking them, returning some of the pleasure he was receiving.
With the dual assault on his centres of pleasure, Dean soon came, shouting Gabriel’s name as he thrust into the Archangel’s waiting mouth. Once he was done, Gabriel lifted his mouth and started nibbling at Dean’s hip-bones, continuing to stretch him, though now avoiding his prostate.
“Master…” Dean whimpered, though Gabriel ignored him. He’d had enough of waiting, and wanted to properly claim his slave. He inserted a third finger easily, thrusting only a few times before withdrawing and slicking himself.
Deciding he liked the sight of Dean’s post-orgasm face, Gabriel lifted his slave’s hips easily and slid into him. It couldn’t have been comfortable for Dean, with only his shoulders and neck resting on the bed, but Gabriel wasn’t too concerned.
Sliding into his slave, Gabriel growled out a few words in Enochian, forcing Dean’s body to rejuvenate. Within a few thrusts, Dean was hard again, trying to thrust back onto his master but unable due to the angle.
Wrapping his arms around Dean, Gabriel lifted him up so that he was straddling his master, legs wrapped around Gabriel’s waist. Dean’s arms quickly went around him as well, hands seeking the place where his wings joined his body and stroking the merging skin and feathers there. It was one of the most sensitive parts of an angel’s body, and Gabriel groaned as he sped up his thrusts.
“Such a good slave,” he murmured against Dean’s neck. “My slave. All mine.”
“Yours,” Dean agreed, still trying to get closer. His dick was pressed between their stomachs, and he was soon coming again.
Gabriel smirked against skin, and started tracing a sigil on Dean’s back while the slave was still in a haze. He knew this was going to hurt, but he wanted a permanent mark of ownership.
He knew when Dean started to feel the pain, but wrapped his free arm around Dean’s hips, keeping him still. It was over soon, and Gabriel started moving again. The spell wouldn’t be complete until he’d properly claimed his slave.
Dean seemed to pick up on Gabriel’s sudden haste, and even though he was whimpering in pain, he started stroking the Archangel’s wings and back again.
Suddenly, Gabriel bit down on Dean’s shoulder and thrust hard, feeling the tingle of magic rush through them both as he came inside his slave. Once the rush faded, he collapsed down on top of Dean, nuzzling into his neck and not inclined to actually shift out of him.
“Ma… master… what was that?” Dean managed to get the words out, despite having Gabriel on top of him.
“Mark of ownership,” Gabriel muttered. “Proves you’re mine.”
“Ah. Could you, maybe…”
“Fine,” Gabriel growled and lifted himself up, allowing Dean to crawl out from under him. He then collapsed straight back down, reaching out and snagging Dean so that they lay together, Gabriel’s arms and wings both wrapped around his slave. “Now shut up and go to sleep.”