Fanfiction: Blasphemy
Title: Blasphemy
Pairing: Crowley/Castiel, Crowstiel
Word count: 765
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Do not own anything. Except for the spelling and/or grammar mistakes maybe.
Warnings: Sex I guess.
Author Notes: Just my own version of the beginning of season 6, Crowley making a deal with Castiel.
Oh and, I'm german, English is not my native language so excuse my mistakes. :')
Summary: It takes much more than a kiss to seal a deal with the king of hell...
When he says yes, Castiel knows he can't go back. He knows that he can't turn around. He made a decision. Of all the things the Winchesters have taught him, this one is the most important - there is no such thing as destiny.
And he knows what's gonna happen, the price he has to pay in order to save everything that he has ever loved.
When the demon places hot kisses on his neck, stripping his vessel completely naked with just a snap of his fingers, he knows he can't stop it now.
He feels Crowley smirking against his skin, biting the pale flesh now and then, down his back, feels him spreading his cheeks, and feels Crowley’s tongue teasing him, making Castiel shiver and blink for a moment.
"You might be an angel of the Lord but your vessel is oh-so-human", a dark chuckle escapes Crowley’s lips.
"You're longing for this. Don't try to hide it. Here on earth we're all the same, Cas."
There's a dangerous glint in the angel's eyes before he turns around and grabs Crowley's wrists, forcing him onto the ground.
"Do not call me by that name", his voice is deeper, nearly scaring, if Crowley wouldn't know any better.
"How romantic. Is this about Dean, yeah?", he is grinning and presses back against the angel, "I get it, stop being a bitch now."
Castiel knows he has to give in. That's the deal. So he slowly lets go of Crowley, lying back on the grass, naked and pure and innocent, his ice-blue eyes staring at the man who would be king.
When Crowley forces himself into the vessel in front of him it burns, everywhere. Castiel shudders, staring into the open blue sky, waiting for it all to end.
He hears the demon moaning, hissing with every thrust.
"Fuck, you're tight as hell," Crowley growls deep in his throat as he pushes inside even deeper, closing his eyes in pure, unadulterated lust, "No one has ever done that to you, right?"
Castiel's silent for a while before answering.
"Right."
Pure pleasure shoots through Crowley's veins and body and he has to stop for just a second to fight the urge to come, over the mere thought of taking an angel's innocence away.
He had sex with a lot of creatures, with humans and demons and monsters but this - this is new.
With his lips on the open mouth of Castiel’s, he explores everything there is to explore, delighted when he feels his partner kissing back, clumsy and kind of adorable, so Crowley has to smile.
It's not as if Castiel wants this. But he has to do whatever has to be done.
So he doesn't say a word when Crowley pulls out and turns him around, just to push back in again, obscene noises escaping his throat. And he hates how his vessel reacts.
Cas’s hard cock is brushing against his own stomach, pre-cum glistening in the sun. He's been alive for years, for centuries, he's been here so much longer than the man behind him, he has seen and done so many things but never before has he been feeling so ashamed.
Crowley's dick grows even harder inside the angel when he sees Dean walking out of the house in front of them, working in the garden, topless under the sun.
"Oh", he just says, an evil smirk all over his face.
Castiel looks straight at the beautiful human, wanting to close his eyes but not being able to. He tenses up, making Crowley moan in the dirtiest way. And when the king of hell fucks him a little harder, a little deeper, a little rougher, Cas opens his mouth, letting out a sound so unholy it makes Crowley's eyes go black with a red glint in them, making them moan in unison.
This is what they call blasphemy.
Crowley moves closer to Castiel's ear, grabbing his cock and squeezing it tightly.
"You don't have to sleep, you don't have to eat", his voice is no more than a dark whisper, "You control this vessel and you know that this is you, just you feeling all of this, feeling me."
Castiel comes, screaming, his black wings bursting out, spreading, all of his senses on the edge, and it's the most beautiful thing that Crowley has ever seen. He grabs the feathers, feels the warmth radiating through his body and spills his hot cum deep inside of the angel, marking what's his now.
This is a new beginning. A new era. And Castiel knows he can never turn back.