Porn Battle Fic: Acts of Loving Kindness 1/1 (Supernatural, Castiel/Dean, NC-17)
Reposting from oxoniensis's Porn Battle VII.
Title: Acts of Loving Kindness
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: NC-17
Length: 782 words
Disclaimer: I dont own Supernatural/
Summary: Prompt was 'tender', originally here.
The Lord created humans with an innate need to be touched in kindness. Castiel doesnt understand it but he has seen it do wonders, things others would call miracles, over the eons so he no longer questions that need, especially not when he observes it in the man the Lord has chosen to lead.
Castiel does not have to wonder at why he wont accept what would be freely given, from his brother, from their mentor. He knows exactly why Dean shies away behind walls that humanity and Hell have pushed upon him and it disturbs Castiel.
Dean has demoted himself from the human race. On an intrinsic level, he has deemed himself unworthy for his sins in the Pit. But he doesnt understand that it's not his place to make that call.
"Your kind needs this," he says simply as he reaches out to touch Dean's face. His brother is with the demon and Dean's whole soul is screaming for relief.
But Dean smacks his hand away. "I dont know what you think you're talking about but I'm not a kind."
"Humans," Castiel says, undeterred. "The Lord made you physical. It's natural. It's how He designed you." His hand makes delicate contact with Dean's face. "You need to connect to release what you carry, Dean."
"Look, if thats some sort of angel code come on-" Dean says as he tries to jerk out of reach. Castiel doesnt allow it.
"You need what I can give you, Dean. You have needed it for some time now and if you won't take it from anyone else, accept it from me and allow yourself this peace."
"I dont-"
"Stop."
"Enough with the orders. I'm off the clock."
"Please." He says as his second hand joins the first on Dean's cheeks. He strokes his thumbs over his cheekbones over and over again. He has no experience but he's been watching humans since their dawn. He has seen enough to know what to do.
Need stops Dean from pulling away. Castiel can practically taste it. One hand drifts down Dean's neck, kneading. He does as best he can, feeling knots in tight muscles beneath his fingers and working them away. He feels Dean sigh, the breath hitting him with no sound and guides Dean to the nearest bed.
He sheds his host's coat and shirt before divesting Dean of his. Dean hits his hands away again but Castiel is patient. He can wait for eternity.
"Look, I'm not-"
"You are human, Dean. Humans need to be held. Let me do this."
It isn't a sexual act, taking Dean into his arms. Despite the hosts feelings and hormones, Castiel doesnt really understand the physical. But holding Dean like this goes beyond just skin on skin and perhaps this is why it works. It is the closest he's felt to being home since he took his host. He hopes its helping Dean yet Castiel finds an ache in himself fading as well as he strokes Dean's hair with a tender hand.
"This is so fucking queer," Dean mutters. But he runs his hands back and forth over Castiel's back.
"It's compassion," Castiel replies. "It's affection. It's the love that one of the Lord's creations has for another. It is why we're going to win."
"You don't really believe that."
"Yes, Dean, I do." He has to. It's the only way he can fight what looks like a losing battle every day.
"Well then you're gonna need a bigger boat."
Castiel smiles and shakes his head. "I have faith in you."
"Bullshit."
"Whether you choose to believe that or not does not change the truth. If you would only-"
Dean surprises him with the kiss. It's hot and wet and very angry but Castiel yields, like he yields to the will of the Lord, and allows Dean to climb over him. He keeps his hands gentle and his touch tender as Dean digs into him, thrusts against him and makes a pained noise before reaching climax. It's a base reaction, ugly and fearful, but Castiel doesn't resist or move away.
When Dean is done, he falls over him, panting and radiating more of that loathing that seems to echo off the walls before slamming back into him. Castiel aches for him and wraps his arms around the tightly wound body once again. And this time, Dean sags against him.
"I'm sorry." Dean mutters into his shoulder.
"You're forgiven, Dean," Castiel says though it is not his place to forgive and he knows Dean has nothing to be sorry for anymore. He runs his fingers down Dean's back before sliding them up his arm to cover the brand. "You're forgiven."
Title: Acts of Loving Kindness
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: NC-17
Length: 782 words
Disclaimer: I dont own Supernatural/
Summary: Prompt was 'tender', originally here.
The Lord created humans with an innate need to be touched in kindness. Castiel doesnt understand it but he has seen it do wonders, things others would call miracles, over the eons so he no longer questions that need, especially not when he observes it in the man the Lord has chosen to lead.
Castiel does not have to wonder at why he wont accept what would be freely given, from his brother, from their mentor. He knows exactly why Dean shies away behind walls that humanity and Hell have pushed upon him and it disturbs Castiel.
Dean has demoted himself from the human race. On an intrinsic level, he has deemed himself unworthy for his sins in the Pit. But he doesnt understand that it's not his place to make that call.
"Your kind needs this," he says simply as he reaches out to touch Dean's face. His brother is with the demon and Dean's whole soul is screaming for relief.
But Dean smacks his hand away. "I dont know what you think you're talking about but I'm not a kind."
"Humans," Castiel says, undeterred. "The Lord made you physical. It's natural. It's how He designed you." His hand makes delicate contact with Dean's face. "You need to connect to release what you carry, Dean."
"Look, if thats some sort of angel code come on-" Dean says as he tries to jerk out of reach. Castiel doesnt allow it.
"You need what I can give you, Dean. You have needed it for some time now and if you won't take it from anyone else, accept it from me and allow yourself this peace."
"I dont-"
"Stop."
"Enough with the orders. I'm off the clock."
"Please." He says as his second hand joins the first on Dean's cheeks. He strokes his thumbs over his cheekbones over and over again. He has no experience but he's been watching humans since their dawn. He has seen enough to know what to do.
Need stops Dean from pulling away. Castiel can practically taste it. One hand drifts down Dean's neck, kneading. He does as best he can, feeling knots in tight muscles beneath his fingers and working them away. He feels Dean sigh, the breath hitting him with no sound and guides Dean to the nearest bed.
He sheds his host's coat and shirt before divesting Dean of his. Dean hits his hands away again but Castiel is patient. He can wait for eternity.
"Look, I'm not-"
"You are human, Dean. Humans need to be held. Let me do this."
It isn't a sexual act, taking Dean into his arms. Despite the hosts feelings and hormones, Castiel doesnt really understand the physical. But holding Dean like this goes beyond just skin on skin and perhaps this is why it works. It is the closest he's felt to being home since he took his host. He hopes its helping Dean yet Castiel finds an ache in himself fading as well as he strokes Dean's hair with a tender hand.
"This is so fucking queer," Dean mutters. But he runs his hands back and forth over Castiel's back.
"It's compassion," Castiel replies. "It's affection. It's the love that one of the Lord's creations has for another. It is why we're going to win."
"You don't really believe that."
"Yes, Dean, I do." He has to. It's the only way he can fight what looks like a losing battle every day.
"Well then you're gonna need a bigger boat."
Castiel smiles and shakes his head. "I have faith in you."
"Bullshit."
"Whether you choose to believe that or not does not change the truth. If you would only-"
Dean surprises him with the kiss. It's hot and wet and very angry but Castiel yields, like he yields to the will of the Lord, and allows Dean to climb over him. He keeps his hands gentle and his touch tender as Dean digs into him, thrusts against him and makes a pained noise before reaching climax. It's a base reaction, ugly and fearful, but Castiel doesn't resist or move away.
When Dean is done, he falls over him, panting and radiating more of that loathing that seems to echo off the walls before slamming back into him. Castiel aches for him and wraps his arms around the tightly wound body once again. And this time, Dean sags against him.
"I'm sorry." Dean mutters into his shoulder.
"You're forgiven, Dean," Castiel says though it is not his place to forgive and he knows Dean has nothing to be sorry for anymore. He runs his fingers down Dean's back before sliding them up his arm to cover the brand. "You're forgiven."