32 Flavors and Then Some Part 2
Title: 32 Flavors and Then Some
Author: Gedry
Pairings: Castiel/Dean/Gabriel
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 4400
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. I am making no profit from this fanfiction.
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Threesome.
Summary: For arialyre who wanted threesome bonding/claiming. This is a follow up to Winkin’, Blinkin’, and Nod
32 Flavors and Then Some
Sam gets his own room without even asking. Dean still can’t look him in the eye.
When he opens the door to the room he’s sharing with his lovers Dean’s shocked by the scene in front of him. There are bowls filled with things that look like oil, and herbs, and ink all around a circle where Cas is sprawled on the carpet, on his stomach, nude. The angel’s got his face buried in his arms and Gabriel is kneeling naked beside him trailing oiled hands up and down Cas’ back.
“You made good time,” Gabriel says by way of greeting. There’s a hint of a smile around his mouth that Dean wants to kiss off. He’s just not sure if he’s welcome in the middle of whatever ritual the angel’s are apparently doing.
“Why are you just standing there?” Gabriel asks with a cock of his head and a wrinkle of his brow. “Get naked and come on over here. We’ve been waiting for you.”
Cas doesn’t look up as Dean drops his bag and locks the door before stripping away his clothing. As the hunter approaches his prone lover he can see why. Cas’ wings are torn and scarred. He’s missing clumps of feathers and one of his wings is mangled and crooked. “How?” he whispers with a hesitant caress along the less damaged looking one.
Cas mutters, “Hell.”
The single word makes Dean’s eyes well up with tears and a dry sob rip out of his throat. He bends over Cas’ back to press his face between the wing joints, “All you have ever done is suffer because of me.”
“Dean!” Cas’ voice is sharp and brittle; he’s reaching back to try and touch and sooth Dean while Gabriel strokes a warm hand over Dean’s back.
“He doesn’t look like he’s suffering now,” Gabriel murmurs.
“I’m sorry,” Dean breathes into his lover’s skin while he strokes a reverent hand along Cas’ wings.
They stay silent and touching for a few more moments before Dean sniffs and sits up asking, “What is all this stuff?”
Cas rises to a sitting position and answers, “Gabriel and I want to claim each other and we were hoping you wanted to do so as well.”
“Claiming?” Dean asks confused.
“You know,” Gabriel offers a hesitant smile, “Angelic marriage and all that. We share grace for eternity or in your case we share our grace with you in exchange for you sharing your soul with us.”
“You want to get married.” The words are foreign on Dean’s tongue but not unpleasant. The idea of it makes him warm from the tips of his ears to the bottoms of his feet.
“Yes,” Cas answers and it’s the slow, hesitant sweep of that damaged wing against Dean’s back that makes the hunter snap back into himself.
“I’m in. What do we need to do?” Dean blurts.
Gabriel chuckles and Cas offers him a sweet smile, before looking back at his older brother and tangling their fingers together. “Gabriel’s going to perform the right on me first. It’s intimate and intense. Allowing yourself to be open to the completion of the bond is a must or it can turn painful. At its best it will uncomfortable.”
“Sounds like fun,” Dean mutters as Cas eases back down onto his stomach and reaches out a shaking hand to hold onto Dean’s ankle.
“Love hurts,” Gabriel comments as he raises Cas’ left wing and motions for Dean to do the same. “Put the oil on your hands and work it into the feathers. Grooming is part of the process; it will help open his grace to the experience.”
Cas is frozen on the floor and stiff as a board as they get to work on his wings. Dean flounders for the first several moments, until Gabriel reaches over and shows him how to move his hands. As they get into a rhythm Cas loosens and melts under their hands. He slips into some kind of trance like state that makes him seem halfway with them and half way somewhere else.
“This is why you dragged out the sex so long.” Dean accuses Gabriel when the angel slides his hands away and reaches out for the ink like substance in the bowls to their left.
“He’s always so tense,” Gabriel answers with a shrug. “I didn’t want this to be more painful than it had to be for him. I can’t believe he even suggested it. Now give me your hand.”
Dean holds his hand out and allows Gabriel to dip his index and middle fingers into the ink before drawing his hand down to hover over Cas’ back. “Now what?” Dean asks feeling hesitant.
“Now you anoint him with whatever is significant between you two; words, pictures, it doesn’t matter as long as it signifies your love for him.” Gabriel’s already trailing Enochian up Cas’ side along his ribs and over his shoulder. Cas is whimpering slightly and panting but that’s all the reaction they get. Dean takes a deep breath and presses in to his lover’s flesh. At the touch Cas whines and squirms and Gabriel stills to watch with wide eyes.
“I don’t want to hurt him.” Dean complains.
“He wants you Dean,” Gabriel explains. “He wants this connection and what you write there will draw his grace to you. The message you leave on him will help him find his way to you and help your soul find its way to him. Just write what you feel.”
Once Dean starts he loses himself in it. In the end he covers Cas from his neck to his heel with words and art that signify everything Dean feels for this angel that was once his savior turned friend turned lover. When he’s done and Cas is sobbing quietly Gabriel’s waiting with a handful of crushed herbs to rub over their writing.
Cas comes back to himself with a snap and Gabriel greets him with a kiss while Cas sits up and Gabriel slides down to take his place.
The archangel’s wings are so hot to the touch Dean’s hands feel swollen and numb by the time he finishes with the grooming. To his shock, writing the words over Gabriel’s bare body is easier than it was with Cas. Dean covers every exposed inch of Gabriel on his side. Cas isn’t far behind him and when they rub the angel’s back with the herbs Gabriel hums and stretches like he’s had a great massage.
Dean settles on his front with a knot in the pit of his stomach. “There’s no way to groom you to take the pain away.” Gabriel warns and Dean shrugs. Pain is nothing new to Dean Winchester.
It burns like acid as they write. It feels like it goes on forever; and by the time Cas rubs the herbs into Dean’s skin, Dean is crying and has dug his nails into his hands until his palms are bleeding.
He wonders what’s next but then Cas slides his thighs apart and Gabriel runs an oil slicked finger over his now exposed ass. Dean lets out a groan and Cas chuckles deep and low in his throat. “We give each other over to our mates now,” the angel rumbles, and Dean’s all about this part of the plan.
He flips over onto his back and reaches up to drag Cas down for a kiss so long and deep that Dean thinks he sees stars. Gabriel’s already bent over him, hands gripping onto Dean’s hips while the angel presses a line of slow soft kisses down his shaft before licking back toward the tip and sucking Dean down.
Cas catches Dean’s moan in his mouth and gives him one back in return. Dean slides one hand down into Gabriel’s messy hair and the arch angel hums in pleasure while he fondles Dean’s balls. Cas has abandoned his mouth for his neck; licking and sucking his way over Dean’s shoulder down his arm to lick and nip at the hand print there. Dean’s dick gives a hard jerk at the contact, and Gabriel pulls off to puff a hot breath of a chuckle over Dean’s dick, before licking his way back down and sucking one of dean’s balls into his mouth.
Cas raises his head to watch for a moment before reaching down and giving Dean’s dick a few hard strokes then dipping lower to trail an elegant finger along the side of Gabriel’s full mouth. Dean watches, panting, while their eyes meet and Gabriel briefly tangles their fingers together before Cas sighs and grins before continuing his trail down Dean’s shaking arm to lick at the inside of his elbow before working downward toward his wrist.
Gabriel switches to his other testicle laving at it with his tongue then nuzzling with his nose before sucking it into his mouth. Dean mewls and squirms at the intimacy of it. It’s not something he’s trusted other lovers enough to allow them to try.
But fuck it feels so good. He spreads his legs more to give Gabriel more access, ignoring Gabriel’s snort of satisfaction in favor of the feeling of Cas’ tongue tracing the tendons in his wrist. It’s amazing, like his whole arm is lit up wherever Cas has touched him. When the angel reaches his hand and licks a broad stripe across the palm, Dean makes a strangled noise and feels himself start to come. Gabriel reaches up and clamps two fingers on the base of his dick in enough time to hold off his physical orgasm, but there are still lights flashing behind Dean’s eyes and his whole body rushes with warmth.
When it passes Cas is grinning at him before sucking his index finger into his mouth. Gabriel working his way down Dean’s inner thigh and Dean is relaxed and boneless like he’s just come hard after a lot of work. But his dick is still aching and his balls are still tight. It’s complicated and his brain does NOT want to work so he purrs, and wiggles, and lets his lovers just do whatever they want.
Cas slowly works over every finger Dean’s got; while Gabriel sucks a hicky on the back side of his knee, and bites his way down Dean’s calf to his ankle where he entertains himself a while; before Gabriel moves to the bottom of his foot and as soon as the angel’s lips touch it Dean’s starting to come again. Cas is the one who stops him this time and even though it feels so good Dean lets out a disgruntled moan of protest. They both laugh at him.
Cas starts down his other arm and the process repeats. Gabriel’s back to shove Dean’s legs apart and lick across his ass over and over again; while Dean struggles and flushes before settling back down and pants out his embarrassment with his free arm slung over his face.
It doesn’t take long for him to get over it. Gabriel’s tongue is amazing and Dean forgets all about why he needs to tell them to stop. Then Cas’ tongue lands on his palm again and fireworks go off briefly before he looks down and realizes he’s still hard. Dean whines; high pitched and desperate but Cas just keeps working on his fingers and Gabriel’s trailing down his other leg.
The same thing happens when Gabriel gets to Dean’s other foot, and he squeals high and tight in his throat before gasping, “Not fair. I’m not even touching you.”
“Yes you are,” Gabriel murmurs, soothing him with gentle touches and nuzzles over his hips.
“You just can’t feel it Dean,” Cas explains; and it’s then that Dean focuses enough to notice the soft glow in the room isn’t caused by the candles but the angel themselves.
Both their eyes glowing gold and it’s like an aura around their bodies is filling in warm and golden. Their wings are shining sleek and beautiful. “What’s happening?” Dean asks.
“We’re bonding, mating,” Gabriel explains. “Our grace is twining together with each other through your soul. You’re acting like a conduit for us Dean. It’s amazing, and powerful, and you have no idea how good it feels.”
“No I really don’t,” Dean mutters sadly. It’s a part of their relationship that has always been sensitive. Dean knows he misses half of what goes on between the angels; and though it initially didn’t bother him, the longer they’re together the more he feels left out.
Cas sliding two fingers into him is enough to distract Dean from his thoughts. He arches and groans long and deep before pushing down and working the slender fingers deeper.
As soon as he gets used to the intrusion the fingers are gone and while he’s complaining Gabriel murmurs “Roll over Dean, get up on your knees baby. We need to finish the loop before it gets to be too much.”
Dean scrambles to obey even though he doesn’t understand what exactly Gabriel’s talking about. Then Gabriel’s sliding up behind him and thrusting inside him in one steady push that makes Dean sob in pleasure and rock his hips back to take in more. Cas moves around him to the front and rubs a hand over Dean’s hair until Dean glances up at him and Cas cups his chin, rubbing his thumb over Dean’s lips.
“Open,” Cas requests quietly and Dean gets what they mean by loop now. He moans in happiness as he lets his jaw drop, and feels Cas caressing his cheek with one stretched out wing, while the angel works his dick into Dean’s mouth. Gabriel’s thrusts push him forward onto Cas. The dark winged angel’s jerking hips push Dean back into Gabriel.
He feels their hands tangle on his shoulders. “We’d tug your feathers if you had them,” Gabriel murmurs. “You would love it. It feels fantastic. Would love to do that with you.”
“Bet they would be sandy,” Cas adds in a breathless tone, “with a little red mixed in.”
“Beautiful,” Gabriel moans. “You would be so beautiful with wings.”
Dean feels his eyes tear up. He feels something rise and press in his chest; something swelling up his spine and rippling along under his skin like fire to where their hands are link. Dean’s not sure how he can tell their stretched over him and kissing, but he figures it must be where the feeling is coming from. All of them link together one way or another.
Gabriel comes suddenly with a cry of pleasure. Dean shudders as it feels like Gabriel’s filling him with more than just come. The burning’s getting stronger and Dean’s back is starting to itch and sting. Cas comes next and as much as Dean’s so close to following behind, the heat goes up another few degrees and all he can focus on is how the skin on his shoulders suddenly feels like it’s stretched too tight. He whimpers and feels them tug him up and wrap themselves around him. “Let it go Dean,” Gabriel whispers.
He shakes his head. “It hurts.”
“You’re fighting it so hard,” Cas comments. “You’ve always fought so hard to keep us out. Let us in now, please Dean.”
Dean’s confused and frightened; he struggles briefly, but Cas finally catches his face and forces Dean to look him in the eyes. “You trust us with everything,” Cas says and it’s not a questions but Dean nods anyway. “Trust us with this too,” Cas demands, and Dean feels the heat boil over the same time his orgasm hits, and screams so loud he’s shocked Sam doesn’t come running.
He collapses onto his elbows while he pants his relief at the absence of the fire under his skin into the floor. The weight on his back makes him think that Cas or Gabriel have let their wings just flopped over on top of him. They’re heavy and Dean tries to shift them off with no success.
Then Cas says, “I told you they would be sandy.” And Gabriel adds, “Yep, with just a hint of red on the tips.”
Dean looks up and sees them kneeling together in front of him. “Not your wings…” he whispers.
“No baby,” Gabriel answers with a smile. “Those things on your back are all yours.”
“Just like us,” Cas whispers with a tired smile.
Dean opens his mouth to comment, but he’s overwhelmed by a rush of affection and protective emotion coming from outside of himself.
“What’s going on?” he manages weakly.
“We gave you an upgrade.” Gabriel shrugs, “You were feeling left out, so we linked us all together. Now you feel what we feel. You share our grace. The wings are just an awesome side effect.”
There’s shock and then joy all jumbled together. Dean sheds some tears; and they end up in a pile on the bed just holding each other close while they learn the new bond they all share, and Cas and Gabriel explore and teach Dean about his new wings.
“I’ll show you how to put them away before we leave I promise,” Gabriel chuckles while Dean blushes.
The next morning, after his shower, Dean discovers one more thing about their bonding. The ink doesn’t wash off…..ever.
“What does it mean?” He finally huffs, because if it’s going to stay then he wants to make sure Gabriel didn’t write a dirty joke in Enochian over his ribcage.
Cas comes up behind him and presses his finger tip to every word reading aloud: “Beloved, honored, courageous, proud, kind, bright, dogged, determined, hope, passion, fire, wanted, friend, leader, home, family, light, warmth, belonging, lover, teacher, gentle, forgiving, honest, free, loyal, generous. Those are the ones I can translate into something you understand. The rest all link together to mean something like, you are my home away from home, your soul is the start and end of all that creates me.”
“I’m not…” Dean begins as the tears well and fall.
“You are,” Cas corrects quietly, “all of this and so much more.”
“For both of us,” Gabriel adds from the doorway before wrapping them both up in his arms.