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.
And they have not complained. Just as Castiel had thought, they have come together and come to him willingly. They have lavished reverent affection on him for his generosity in bringing them together again. And they have shared themselves with him in every way, every combination, their bodies open and wide with acceptance of everything he is. Castiel has faith in them. They are his, body and soul.
They ask him for nothing. They do not demand freedom or more time together. But when he leads them in -- sometimes to his throne room, sometimes to elaborate pleasure chambers he has constructed for them -- they gravitate toward each other, big arms outstretched, hands gripping the sharp angle of a jaw, lips coming down on lips with fevered want. Sometimes Castiel just watches, just lets them play, like a pair of wild animals locked in a tussle of love and power. Dean parts Sam's legs and dives between them, mouth wild and pliant at work. Sam flips Dean over and plows into him in fierce, jabbing strokes. They mutter words Castiel doesn't need or care to hear. He must allow them their secrets to keep them happy, after all.
And they seem so very, very happy. When they approach him, they work in quick synchronicity, smiling at each other as they cover Castiel's body with reverent touches. It's a paradise Castiel has only ever dreamed of, and he is vindicated. He, as God, has brought heaven home.
And then, once, Dean's lips leave his and bright eyes blaze at him as a smile curls upward into a smirk.
And heaven is brought down to hell.
Castiel can't move, is bound to his throne, human body and god's soul and a thousand million monsters within him all locked in place.
"You son of a bitch," Dean murmurs, and leans in to bite his bottom lip. "What do you think we've been doing with you this whole time? and if you say making love, I'm gonna throw up."
Sam's fingernails trace upward on his arms. "We should thank you, Cas," he says, voice smooth. "You gave us all the time and space we needed to plot against you. Or did you think we were just whispering sweet nothings into each other's ears?"
"Every time we touched you," Dean whispered. "Blood under our fingernails. Every binding spell we know, every sigil you ever taught us. Every time you fucked us, we were screwing you right back."
"You--" Castiel manages to move his mouth. Briefly. "I brought you together, I was the one who gave you the freedom to--"
Dean's fingers interlace with Sam's briefly on the frozen ice-white of Castiel's skin. "You did," Sam says. "We owe you thanks for that."
"Now it's time for you to think about what you owe us back" Dean hisses in his ear. He and Sam get up. Their chains fall from them, useless; they leave the room, leave him there frozen, alone, to wonder and fear.
Re: dark fic is dark!tiptoe39August 12 2011, 15:43:25 UTC
:DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD they are sneaky boyz. and don't worry they'll totally come back for cas once he's learned his lesson...
no, no they won't. fuuuck. why did i write this fio? what kind of cas fan am i? gonna cry now XD
And they have not complained. Just as Castiel had thought, they have come together and come to him willingly. They have lavished reverent affection on him for his generosity in bringing them together again. And they have shared themselves with him in every way, every combination, their bodies open and wide with acceptance of everything he is. Castiel has faith in them. They are his, body and soul.
They ask him for nothing. They do not demand freedom or more time together. But when he leads them in -- sometimes to his throne room, sometimes to elaborate pleasure chambers he has constructed for them -- they gravitate toward each other, big arms outstretched, hands gripping the sharp angle of a jaw, lips coming down on lips with fevered want. Sometimes Castiel just watches, just lets them play, like a pair of wild animals locked in a tussle of love and power. Dean parts Sam's legs and dives between them, mouth wild and pliant at work. Sam flips Dean over and plows into him in fierce, jabbing strokes. They mutter words Castiel doesn't need or care to hear. He must allow them their secrets to keep them happy, after all.
And they seem so very, very happy. When they approach him, they work in quick synchronicity, smiling at each other as they cover Castiel's body with reverent touches. It's a paradise Castiel has only ever dreamed of, and he is vindicated. He, as God, has brought heaven home.
And then, once, Dean's lips leave his and bright eyes blaze at him as a smile curls upward into a smirk.
And heaven is brought down to hell.
Castiel can't move, is bound to his throne, human body and god's soul and a thousand million monsters within him all locked in place.
"You son of a bitch," Dean murmurs, and leans in to bite his bottom lip. "What do you think we've been doing with you this whole time? and if you say making love, I'm gonna throw up."
Sam's fingernails trace upward on his arms. "We should thank you, Cas," he says, voice smooth. "You gave us all the time and space we needed to plot against you. Or did you think we were just whispering sweet nothings into each other's ears?"
"Every time we touched you," Dean whispered. "Blood under our fingernails. Every binding spell we know, every sigil you ever taught us. Every time you fucked us, we were screwing you right back."
"You--" Castiel manages to move his mouth. Briefly. "I brought you together, I was the one who gave you the freedom to--"
Dean's fingers interlace with Sam's briefly on the frozen ice-white of Castiel's skin. "You did," Sam says. "We owe you thanks for that."
"Now it's time for you to think about what you owe us back" Dean hisses in his ear. He and Sam get up. Their chains fall from them, useless; they leave the room, leave him there frozen, alone, to wonder and fear.
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:DDDDDDDDDD YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
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no, no they won't. fuuuck. why did i write this fio? what kind of cas fan am i? gonna cry now XD
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