Thrall
Title: Thrall
Author: earth_heart
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Warnings: AU, vampire!Dean, underage sex (Castiel is sixteen), prostitute!Castiel
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Supernatural does not belong to me. It belongs to Kripke and the CW/WB. I make no profit from this story.
AN: So I’m not in a good place right now, and my way of coping? Porn. Dark vampire porn. Let’s hope it’s the cure-all I need.
Summary: They brought the boy to him in chains.
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They brought the boy to him in chains. Dean arched one sand-colored eyebrow and sat forward in his wingback chair, the fabric of his slacks pulling tight across his thighs. He would have to fire his tailor.
“We found this one for you, Majesty. We thought you might like him.” one goon growled, baring his fangs in a nasty grin. The vampire gripped a handful of thick, dark hair and jerked the boy’s head back.
Blue eyes stared defiantly at him as Dean looked over the specimen. He was lean and wiry; not much muscle to him, but there was definite strength in those limbs, and his large blue eyes were captivating.
“Where did you find him?” he asked, rising with liquid grace and seeming almost to float towards them. The chains were far too heavy for the boy, pressing him into the ground in a submissive posture that arched his spine in a way Dean found incredibly pleasing.
“Workin’ the alleys in town, sir.” the vampire who had spoken before said, grinning. “Givin’ out fucks an’ blowjobs to any John or Jack who took a likin’ to him. We know how much ya like blue eyes, so we brought ‘im here.”
“Leave us.”
The two goons grinned manically and backed out of the room, closing the heavy oak door behind them. Dean approached the bound boy on silent feet, shedding his dark suit jacket and folding it over one arm before he laid it across the back of a chair. After all, Dean had manners; his momma had raised him right.
Well, she had when he’d still been alive.
Crouching in front of the boy, Dean tilted his face up with two fingers. The prostitute glared at him.
“What is your name?” the vampire purred, nuzzling their faces together so he could get a good whiff of the boy’s scent. His boy smelled like sweat and semen, but beneath that there was the scent of wildness and woods; sunlight and cinnamon.
“What’s it to you?”
Smiling, for the boy had spark to be talking to him thusly, Dean tightened his grip on the youngling’s chin until he whimpered.
“What is your name?” he repeated. Dean stared into those large blue eyes, his own green gaze calm and steady. Reaching forward mentally, he brushed his Power over the boy’s mind to catch him up in his thrall. “Won’t you tell me your name?”
“Castiel. My name is Castiel.”
Such a gorgeous name for a gorgeous boy.
“Castiel? After the angel of Thursday? Are your parents religious, Castiel?”
“They are.”
“And they let you become a prostitute?”
“They’re dead. Vampires killed them ten years ago.”
Dean chuckled, drawing the boy closer to him now that he had him in thrall. “What a shame. So you prostitute to keep yourself alive and fed?”
“It pays the rent, yeah. There are a lot of sick bastards out there who will pay dearly for a young piece of ass. I do what I have to in order to survive.”
Humming in the back of his throat, Dean lay on the floor and pulled Castiel on top of him. The chains pressed the boy tightly against his body, and the vampire supported him easily.
“Do you enjoy your work, Castiel?” he asked, feeling his canines elongate as he buried his nose into the boy’s hair for another sniff of him.
“I hate it, but it’s the only way I know how to survive.”
The boy was nuzzling against him, drawn by Dean’s natural scent as well as captivated by his thrall. Most vampires had some special talent other than their usual abilities. Dean just so happened to be able to make his scent irresistible to any who smelled it, be they human or otherwise.
“Would you have sex with me if I asked you to, Castiel? Would you splay yourself out for me and beg me to fuck you, if I asked nicely?”
Castiel whimpered, rubbing himself against Dean. Their groins met and rolled when Dean arched his hips, feeling his cock swelling and twitching in his slacks. The boy was hard as well, his too-tight hot-pants barely hiding the fact. Half of his ass was nearly hanging out of the tiny shorts, and his tank top stopped just above his navel.
He looked divine, and Dean wanted nothing more than to eat the boy up.
“You didn’t answer my question.” the vampire purred, unclipping the chains and letting them fall away with heavy clunks. Castiel surged up as soon as he was free, rocking his hips down against Dean and whimpering. The vampire settled his hands on the prostitute’s hips; watched as he slipped a hand under his small, tight shirt to thumb at his own nipples.
A plump lower lip was caught by white teeth, and the boy writhed atop him. His nipples were sensitive.
It was a piece of information that Dean filed away for later. After all, after nearly four hundred years of life, time was something he had learned that he had aplenty.
“Lay on your back, Castiel.” Dean whispered into the boy’s ear, pulling him down so his breath ghosted over sensitive flesh. For good measure, he nibbled on the lobe. When Castiel scrambled to obey, he was pleased. “Take off your clothes.”
His boy hastened to do as he was told; ripping his shirt in his race to get it off and then wiggling out of his shorts. Dean was amused to see that he was wearing no underwear, but then it was to be expected.
“Have you already serviced someone tonight?” he asked, parting the boy’s legs and settling down between them. The vampire hovered over his prey, his fangs glinting in the light thrown off by the lamps when he grinned.
“No. No, they grabbed me before I got the chance to.” Just hearing Dean speak was driving the boy insane. He whimpered and tugged harshly on the same nipple he’d been teasing before, his back arching and the scent of his need filling the air between them.
“Tell me, Castiel. Do you know of the femoral artery?” Dean whispered, dipping his head to nuzzle along the inside of Castiel’s thigh. He could hear the blood rushing along beneath the surface of the skin; could smell it, so rich and thick and sweet.
“Yeah, I’ve heard of it.”
“Then you know what will happen when I bite it.”
“What? No, don’t do tha-”
Dean plunged his fangs into the boy’s leg, striking the femoral artery and drinking deeply. Thick, hot blood bubbled up around his lips and trickled down pale, flawless skin to puddle beneath the boy.
Castiel moaned loudly and arched his whole body, sliding one hand into the thick hair on Dean’s head and tugging desperately. His heartbeat was fast and erratic, his pulse rabbit-quick, and the sounds coming from his throat were wonderful.
Growling, Dean sunk his fangs deeper before drawing back to lick his lips clean. He nuzzled down again to lap up the blood as if he were a kitten drinking milk, and each wet swipe of his tongue caused the boy to jerk and whimper.
Moving too fast to see, Dean was over the boy again, their mouths only inches apart as he lifted one of the boy’s long, elegant legs and hooked it over his shoulder so he could grind against him. Castiel choked on a moan and wrapped his other leg around Dean’s waist, bucking up into the contact to try and make it harder.
“Please, please.” he panted.
“Look at you, so eager for it. Your blood is so sweet, Castiel. You taste just as divine as you smell. I may choose not to give you up.”
Castiel whimpered, clearly desperate for something more. Something that Dean was deliberately not giving him.
“Please, don’t tease me. Please, you’ve got to fuck me.”
So wanton and desperate for it. Dean liked that, and felt his urge to take and claim swell within him. Grinning, he licked at the baby-stubble on the boy’s chin before pulling back and sinking his fangs into his own wrist.
“Taste. Drink.” he crooned, pressing the bloody wrist to Castiel’s mouth. He looked so gorgeous with Dean’s blood smeared across his lips and down his chin. As soon as the first few drops hit the human’s tongue he moaned loudly and grabbed Dean’s arm tightly. His tongue dragged over the puncture marks, hot and wet and sucking down Dean’s blood so, so eagerly.
While the boy was distracted, Dean undid his pants and then slowly pressed inside of the young, slender body. The boy was tight, but opened up eagerly for Dean. Still, it was far too dry and rough for the vampire’s taste, so he used the blood still running from the boy’s thigh to slick his erection and then pressed back inside.
Still drinking his blood, the boy arched up against him with a desperate noise.
“That’s enough.” Dean soothed, pulling his arm away despite the protesting whine and then licking his boy’s mouth clean. Castiel had a wicked tongue, and he put it to use; teased Dean with little flicks and prods until the vampire (gently, ever-so gently) bit down on the human’s tongue and sucked it into his mouth.
“Hnnnnn.” Castiel groaned into Dean’s mouth when the vampire pulled out; yelped out a pleased noise when he thrust roughly back in.
“Harder, please; fuck me harder.” his boy begged him, and who was Dean to say no to that? He fucked back in harder, feeling the boy clench around him tightly and snarling.
“You’re so tight, Castiel. One would not think it to be so, considering your profession as a rent boy.”
“Fuck off.”
Ah, there was that delicious defiance again. Dean liked it when they fought back. Of all of the boys over the years, though, Castiel was fast becoming his favorite.
“Well,” Dean chuckled, sitting back and sliding out of the boy again. Castiel whined immediately and tried to pull him back in with his legs. “Well, Castiel, I can’t fuck off when I’m currently fucking you.”
“Hah, hah, bet you think you’re so- ahhh- so fuckin’ funny.” the prostitute gasped, his back arching and his young, sweet mouth open and wet from saliva and traces of blood.
“Look at me, Castiel.”
Blue eyes met green, and he had his boy in thrall again. As they fucked Dean’s scent got even stronger, and he liked watching the way the boy’s pupils dilated; loved hearing him whimper in pleasure and moan shamelessly.
“I’m going to roll us over now, and then I wish for you to pleasure both me and yourself while you are riding me. Will you do that for me?”
“Yes, yes, anything,” the boy whimpered, throwing back his head to expose the line of his throat.
Smirking, the vampire rolled them over, as promised, and rearranged them so that the boy’s legs were on either side of him. He settled his hands on slender, boyish hips and lifted the human before bringing him back down again while he thrust up.
The angle was perfect, because Castiel let out a loud moan and slammed back down desperately. Dean had found his prostate, and the vampire abused that knowledge with no remorse. He would strike it once or twice, and then deliberately avoid it until his boy was shaking and begging so, so sweetly for him.
“Pleasure yourself, Castiel; remember what I asked of you.” Dean reminded him, and Castiel braced one hand on Dean’s chest; wrapped the other around his erection and began to pump. The dual sensations tore his rhythm to pieces, but Dean didn’t mind. The boy was enjoying himself, and such wild abandon captivated the ancient creature.
One more strike against his prostate was all it took, and then Castiel was shuddering and cumming above him, the scent of his semen mixing with the scents of blood and sex. The boy bucked wildly, panting and crying out- little noises of pleasure that had Dean gripping Castiel’s hips even tighter and slamming up inside of him one last time before he, too, reached completion.
Above him, the boy was gasping for breath, still clenching down on Dean’s softening cock before the vampire shifted them; rolled them to the side and began to lick the sweat from the boy’s neck.
“What the fuck are you doing to me?”
“I’m cleaning you, Castiel. As wonderful as you smell, I don’t like the idea of my minions becoming too interested. You’re mine.”
“Fuck that. I don’t belong to you. You used your fuckin’ freaky mind mojo on me to make me do that!”
Snarling, Dean pressed his canines against the human’s throat and felt him stiffen.
“I am many things, Castiel, but I am not a rapist. I would not have done that had you not subconsciously agreed, and if at any point you had been uncomfortable or unwilling, I would have stopped. You forget, you were not completely in my thrall the entire time. I heard no complaints.”
“Yeah, well, whatever. Can I go now? I’ve got an income to earn, and you’re not the only older, perverted freak I’ll have to service tonight.”
Chuckling, Dean pulled Castiel tight against his body and nuzzled against his neck. “Oh no, boy, you’re not going anywhere. My minions were good, to bring you to me, and now that I have had you, and I have tasted you, I find myself unwilling to see you from my sight.”
Castiel began to struggle then, and Dean pinned him easily; leaned down to snarl in his face. Blue eyes glared up at him despite how Castiel trembled beneath the vampire. His scent rolled from him laced with fear and darker arousal, and Dean gave a fanged grin.
“You like this.” he rumbled. “You like being held down by me; like it that I dominate you like this. Well, well, human, you are just full of surprises.”
“Get the fuck off me.”
“Oh, I don’t think so. Stay a while, Castiel. Rest with me. If you’re good, I will give you more of my blood to taste. You liked it, didn’t you? You want more?”
Castiel followed his actions when Dean reopened his wrist, and the vampire watched how his boy licked his swollen lips hungrily. He got no more blood, however. Dean licked it all away until he was healed.
“Have you ever had vampire blood before, Castiel?” Dean asked, rolling their hips together and feeling how the human’s penis twitched against his well-muscled thigh.
“No.”
“It’s good, isn’t it? You want more.”
“Yes.” Barely a whispered word, but Dean had incredible hearing.
He grinned and kissed the boy, sharing the blood with him. Castiel moaned needily into Dean’s mouth and wrapped arms and legs around the creature’s body to pull him down.
“If you stay, I will feed you more.” the vampire purred, his voice a dark, sultry promise as he licked away a drop of blood from the corner of the boy’s mouth. “Would you like that?”
“Yes, yes please. Can I have more?”
Unable to say no to his boy, Dean bit his wrist and fed his boy at the same time that he thrust back into that young, sweet body. Castiel shuddered in delight and moaned for him, opening up and welcoming the dark, dangerous creature in gladly.