dark fic is dark!tiptoe39August 12 2011, 15:29:38 UTC
Three months have passed. Three months, and Castiel has continued his reign, continued his chokehold on the minds and hearts of the Winchester brothers. Not directly, as he did in that first, beautiful, excruciating moment of coming together, but he has held them as his consorts, kept them broken. And yes, he's allowed them to come together, because his realization from that first meeting is still valid -- they are themselves when they are together -- they're no longer broken shells
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dirty couple!!tiptoe39August 12 2011, 17:41:58 UTC
Dean wraps his arms around the black column of the robe. "You look fucking fantastic," he murmurs in Castiel's ear.
Castiel scowls into the mirror. "I look like Lord Voldemort."
"Cut that shit out." Dean nips at his earlobe. "Or I'm gonna make sure your wand's peeking out through the whole ceremony." One hand rolls down Castiel's back, dives between his ass cheeks and pokes teasingly.
"Dean..." Castiel groans. "My parents are going to be there
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Dean's out of the shower with his arms wrapped tight around Castiel's shoulders, and he's dripping on the floor and giving Castiel goosebumps and Castiel doesn't give a damn. Dean's here. With weeks between each visit, the days drag on and on, and an empty house seems less and less like a haven every day. But when Dean's here, comfort and cleanliness don't matter. What matters is the warm press of his skin, cold water drops notwithstanding, and the breath against his ear as Castiel fights off the shiver and types away.
Dean recites the words of the dialogue that's forming on the screen, whispering them in Castiel's ear in that guttural voice of his. Castiel can see the face of his villain in the book, the biker with the beautiful face and the devil horns that only the Angel Detective can see.
They call you an angel, but how angelic are you really? I've seen the way you look at that girl, the way your flesh calls to her. Can you really tell me, that if you didn't feel the wrath of heaven calling you, that you wouldn't do all the
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It starts with an old-style kidnapping. Misha gets in his car; Jensen's behind the wheel instead of his usual driver; Misha feigns shock and settles back for a hell of a drive. A hell of a drive because Misha sits in the back seat of his car, and Jensen talks the whole way home.
"So Misha," he says, "I was thinking about what you said earlier about how I love it when you bite my nipples. You know, you're right, but do you know what I love even more? I love the taste of you when I lick you open."
Misha gulps, and Jensen can see in the mirror how his hand tightens on the seat's vinyl. Their eyes meet through the reflection; Jensen winks and goes on.
"Yeah, I'm thinking I'll lean you over your bed, make you grab onto the headboard, and then work my way down your back nice and slow, lick your hips, start massaging your thighs, sliding them apart, you know."
"God damn," Misha whispers, and now the mirror's showing Jensen a lump in his pants, but he knows not to touch, or Jensen will shut up, and
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Hypothetically, I'd ask for three months later. Hypothetically.
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:DDDDDDDDDD YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
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Castiel scowls into the mirror. "I look like Lord Voldemort."
"Cut that shit out." Dean nips at his earlobe. "Or I'm gonna make sure your wand's peeking out through the whole ceremony." One hand rolls down Castiel's back, dives between his ass cheeks and pokes teasingly.
"Dean..." Castiel groans. "My parents are going to be there ( ... )
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Dean recites the words of the dialogue that's forming on the screen, whispering them in Castiel's ear in that guttural voice of his. Castiel can see the face of his villain in the book, the biker with the beautiful face and the devil horns that only the Angel Detective can see.
They call you an angel, but how angelic are you really? I've seen the way you look at that girl, the way your flesh calls to her. Can you really tell me, that if you didn't feel the wrath of heaven calling you, that you wouldn't do all the ( ... )
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It starts with an old-style kidnapping. Misha gets in his car; Jensen's behind the wheel instead of his usual driver; Misha feigns shock and settles back for a hell of a drive. A hell of a drive because Misha sits in the back seat of his car, and Jensen talks the whole way home.
"So Misha," he says, "I was thinking about what you said earlier about how I love it when you bite my nipples. You know, you're right, but do you know what I love even more? I love the taste of you when I lick you open."
Misha gulps, and Jensen can see in the mirror how his hand tightens on the seat's vinyl. Their eyes meet through the reflection; Jensen winks and goes on.
"Yeah, I'm thinking I'll lean you over your bed, make you grab onto the headboard, and then work my way down your back nice and slow, lick your hips, start massaging your thighs, sliding them apart, you know."
"God damn," Misha whispers, and now the mirror's showing Jensen a lump in his pants, but he knows not to touch, or Jensen will shut up, and ( ... )
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Thanks for letting me play with dirty boys some more! <3
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