671. There Are Different Types of Love....

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(Taken shamelessly from mememaker's 126. I can love you in so many different ways. Because I looooove mememaker and this was one of my favorite memes.)

This meme deals with three types of love, angsty, sweet, and twisted! Please note that there are triggers abound!

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[heavenonhigh]

[He listens quietly as Sterling explains the predicament of the other survivors. Difficult terrain? Check. Military presence? Of course. Crawling with croates? Yeah, why the hell not?

All in all it's not looking good for these people- not even Dean would do something that crazy... Which really makes him wonder why Sterling's so gung-ho about it. It's definitely strange. Cas makes to down his drink but isn't quite fast enough; the flavour hits his tongue and he makes a face, swallowing what had made it into his mouth and placing the glass on the table for now. He's not the one who needs loosening up anyway. He does refill Sterling's glass, however.]

That sounds pretty unfortunate for them. What's your plan?

[He actually knows Sterling to come up with decent plans, though he's unsure that even a tactician as skilled as he is could manage to pull this off without getting the entire camp killed on the way. He's ignoring the obvious question, for now; they'll get there eventually. Until then he'll just put those hard-

[heavenonhigh]

Mm?

[It's mumbled softly as he tips his head back, exposing more of his neck and jaw to Sterling's mouth. Bitter alcoholic? Socially awkward? Convinced of his own immortality...? If it had been anything even remotely resembling the right time for it, Cas might have pointed out the hilarity of the crowd Sterling had been involved with.

But it isn't the time for that, not at all, and so he only nods and hums his acknowledgment, sliding his hands over the other man's arms before picking them up and allowing his shirt to be tugged over his head. The air is cool against his skin but Sterling's hands are warm, and he leans into the press of them, replacing his own hands at Sterling's shoulders and tilting his head to murmur softly against his ear. He doesn't know what he's supposed to say, of even if there's anything to say, and so he settles for pressing fingers soothingly against the muscles of Sterling's neck and shoulders; they're understandably tight, and that Cas knows how to handle

Stupid fingers being the boss of me. POST WASN'T FINISHED. :C

[sterlingwins]

[There would no doubt be another time when Cas could point out the amusing similarities. Sterling was conscious of certain similarities between Dean and Eliot. It was, honestly, perhaps why he'd stayed at first. Combative, argumentative familiarity, but it was still something familiar. And in a world like this, when he'd had nothing left except his suits, his gun, and a bottle of scotch with three fingers left, any familiarity had been welcome. Eventually, he'd stayed because Dean and Cas and Rita were at least people worth keeping alive, a job he didn't trust Dean to do on his own.

There's a soft breath of appreciation as Cas lifts his arms, lets Sterling pull the shirt off over his head. He likes the way that Cas murmurs against his ear, wordless. Sterling doesn't need words, isn't sure there are any words to say, at least for now. Maybe soon there can be words about exactly what sexual position they're going for and oh yes, more, but for the moment, those are the only sort of words he really wants. At least enough to melt this

UGH WORST.

[heavenonhigh]

[He starts to lift his hips up off of Sterling's lap as the other man's hand moves to his pants, but he's distracted by the way he shrugs off that suit coat, dropping it onto the floor without so much as a glance; for some reason the sight makes his cock twitch with interest and he can't help smoothing his hands down his shoulders and torso, curling fingers into expensive fabric and tugging it up and out of Sterling's slacks

Today has been good, even coffee is treating me well, aweh yeah xDDD

[sterlingwins]

[Sterling murmurs at the feeling of Cas' hands moving over his shoulders and down his torso, caressing against the expensive fabric of the rather impractical clothes he wears. His shirt tugged from his slacks, and he sucks another mark into the skin of Cas' neck with a tug of teeth, a swipe of his tongue and a low rumble of lust-tinged breath. Sterling is only too willing to let the other man's hands drag over his body, pull him closer.

He shivers when fingers settle against the sides of his neck, grip at that neatly buttoned collar and that expensive tie. It catches his breath in his throat, makes his eyes flutter through dark lashes as he pulls back from skin. He's looking into blue eyes as fingers lightly stroke against that erection, the stubble of Cas' jaw rough against Sterling's face, hot breath tickling against his neck. He gasps as Cas presses into his lap, as those hands work free the buttons of his shirt. At that complaint, Sterling smiles lightly, a lift of an eyebrow.]

Then fix it.

[Those lines so neatly drawn

Rebboting with time skippery cause this thread is too awesome to languish.

[sterlingwins]

[The sex was amazing. Not over-exaggerated, and quite frankly mind-blowing. It not only bleached his worries from his mind, but made him question the wisdom of having shied from sex with Cas in the first place. He stayed like that, pulling Cas down against him, and mouthing lazy kisses into the curve of his shoulder or the line of his jaw, touching for as long as he could spare.

But, Sterling had the whole mess with convincing Dean not to kill his daughter to deal with. And, because neither of them could just come out and say something, Sterling picked a fight, they argued, and admittance was instead yelled as the bombshell answer to since when do you care about people, anyway. The dust settled, the air cleared, and Dean looked dark-faced as he said they needed a better plan.

And Sterling very cautiously gave him one. As suicidal as Cas might have chalked it up as, it was at least within Dean's range of acceptably-suicidal. Not to mention that conning people had been a good part of the Hunter job description, so he was

hahaha hot zone jooooob :B

[heavenonhigh]

[It was amazing, amazing enough to leave Cas's limbs aching pleasantly, a languid kind of soreness that had him stretched bonelessly against Sterling's body. More than worth the wait- which he still doesn't quite understand the necessity of- and certainly among the more pleasant experiences Cas has had.

Not, however, nice enough to soften the blow of being expected to wear another suit.

He scowls at the garments presented to him, more than a little bit familiar and enough to dredge up memories best left forgotten, rotting in his cabin with that overcoat and always-backwards tie.]

I feel like I'd rather go naked.

[He takes the clothes anyway, though, because he understands why they're necessary; this cockamamie plan is really all they have, just a hair less suicidal than marching in with guns blazing, and so as much as the prospect of having to put those clothes on again really makes him want to curl up and die somewhere, he'll do it

YESSSSS. Hot Zone Job. Neeeeds to happen!

[sterlingwins]

Sorry, love. As much as I'd appreciate having you skyclad, I don't think they'd believe you were working with Interpol.

[He's smirking, but there is a faint note of sympathy as he hands over the clothes. Sterling doesn't bother to point out that he happens to think that Cas would look absolutely edible in a suit, even if it wasn't as well-tailored as the ones that he himself wears. He's trying to stay focused, but that image is particularly tempting. It's not that he's ever unaware of the peril that Olivia's in, he's simply aware that things are already moving along as best as they can. A few fantasies about Cas dressed up nice isn't going to change anything except maybe his mood. Sterling has been around camp for quite a while now, but not quite long enough to know of the other man's hangups with suits and trenchcoats; he mostly just chalks it up to the whole love guru thing.]The short version is that we're waltzing into an army base, more or less lying to their face, and convincing them to move the line they're holding so we

:P

[heavenonhigh]

[He snorts. Skyclad.]

I guess I'd rather wear a suit than a hail of gunfire.

[It's a close thing, though.

He frowns at the suit again before acknowledging defeat, stripping down to his boxers and tugging on the suit pants with a sour expression on his face. He buttoning them when he stops, frown deepening, and peers at Sterling skeptically.]

I hope there's more to this plan than just me in a suit.

[As dashing as he will certainly be, he doubts how effective that's going to be.]

Dean and Risa, what're they gonna be doing?

[Frankly, he can't believe that Dean had agreed to this, much less agreed to be a part of it. Risa, well... He hadn't really pegged her as the maternal type so much as the kick-your-balls-into-your-tonsils type... He has to wonder what's in it for her. Survivors are a selfish bunch, and rightfully so... Credit where it's due: Sterling must be good at what he does if he'd been able to convince two of the hardest people in the camp to help him.]

I loooove this thread so much. /dork

[sterlingwins]

[Sterling watches as Cas strips down to his boxers with no small amount of appreciation. He is a decidedly beautiful man; not the only factor that draws him to their love guru, but admittedly a factor. There's a hint of sadistic amusement at Cas' rather disgruntled comment about the suit being preferable to gunfire -- from his expression it almost seems like a close thing, however. He doesn't bother trying to disguise his interest as he pulls on the black suit pants, and they really do everything for the man's body that he thought they would. He leers a little, making a step in close, sliding fingers against his stomach, brushing against the unfastened waistband. Not that he's trying to give him an excuse to not get dressed, but he can't help touching a little.]

Yes, it does have more components than dressing you up as very dashing eye candy, I promise.

[Sterling picked up the white dress shirt and held it out expectantly, though his lips were still curled in clear enjoyment of the situation. He didn't think Cas would have

It's an awesome thread XD

[heavenonhigh]

Good to know.

[He likes the way Sterling can't seem to keep away, not least because it allows him to stall for just a few seconds more... He really isn't happy about the suit. Too many memories attached that he'd rather not deal with... Cas grabs the shirt that's offered to him and slips into it as quickly as possible; it's like ripping off a bandage- best to just get it over with

It's looking like he isn't getting a choice, though, and so he's just going to have to suck it up. It'll be worth it if they get Sterling's daughter back, and if they don't, well, he won't be alive to complain about it.

He listens, nodding in appropriate places as Sterling gives him a general overview of the plan. It seems... Crazy, completely crazy, if he's honest, but the confidence in Sterling's voice is at least somewhat reassuring.]

When you say 'apply pressure'... We're going to waltz in there and threaten the military?

[Very, very crazy. Exceptionally crazy. Waltzing in there period? Totally insane. But waltzing in there and applying

Soooooo awesome. xDDDDD

[sterlingwins]

[Sterling slowly does the buttons on the shirt, his fingers swiping against skin, seeming to take as much pleasure out of dressing Cas as he usually takes from taking his clothes off. But Sterling had a fondness for suits; putting Cas, lover of linen and such things into a suit was almost like one of those uniform kinks. The fact that he had a legitimate reason for dressing him up just made this all easier to justify. He clucks his tongue in faint disapproval as Cas seems to get rather upset at the idea that they're going to threaten the military.]

No, love, we're not going to threaten the military. I am.

[At that declaration, Sterling looked a little bit chilly, deadly and a little bit less nice than the one that at least didn't screw over the other survivors. He shook his head, dragging fingers along Cas' jaw, through the stubble. He rather liked the scruffy look; he wasn't actually looking forward to Cas shaving it, even if they did need to play into images, preconceptions, and that meant neatly shaved. But, it wasn't like it

Re: Soooooo awesome. xDDDDD

[heavenonhigh]

[Cas's eyelashes flutter as Sterling's fingers brush against his skin as they work at his buttons, and it's so strange to have help putting clothing on that it's verging on the hilarious. He suspects Sterling will be undoing this work soon enough, if his expression is anything to go by. He thinks he's alright with that.

He raises his eyebrows at Sterling's declaration, though he has to admit that the change in tone, the change in his entire demeanor, stirs a creeping kind of lust inside of him-- he likes dangerous people, which is probably how he always winds up in these messes he finds himself in.]

So I am just there to look pretty.

[...Fuck. That probably means he's going to have to shave... Never a pleasant experience, but he supposes that's the least of his worries.

And Sterling's right, he isn't enough of a bastard to pull it off. The type of conning he's familiar with is different, comes from somewhere different than a desire to actually pull one over on people; his function at the camp is to distribute rose-coloured

Re: Soooooo awesome. xDDDDD

[sterlingwins]

[Sterling is trying not to ravage Cas. It's working so far, but he's not sure how long he can hold onto propriety for. Dressing Cas is almost an excuse, almost a way to touch him while still keeping his wits about him, keeping their clothes on. He pulls up the collar on Cas' shirt, sliding the tie into place, tying it with a critical eye, making sure that it falls just so. The point falling just past his navel once he snugs the knot up to the collar. Sterling tucks the short end into the label on the underside for lack of a tie clip. He refolds the collar, smiling wickedly, desire a spark in his eyes as he adjusts the tie. He smooths his hands down Cas' chest with a low murmur, fingers just dipping into those unbuttoned slacks before he manages to get himself back on track. Suit coat. He grabs that and works on slipping Cas into it.]

You're pretty regardless, darling. But, yes. And an entourage always helps sell the story.

[Sterling was a different breed of person. Honestly, he couldn't have done what Cas does. He could

[heavenonhigh]

[It's a good thing Sterling's taking it upon himself to do up that tie; if it wasn't obvious from the way he used to wear it, he'd never actually learned how to do it properly himself. Stupid tie.

His lips curl into a grin as Sterling's fingers trail down his chest, just barely moving into his open fly before pulling away and reaching for that infernal suit jacket. He rather obediently moves his arms into position to facilitate the process, honestly wanting nothing more than to get this whole thing over with.]

I guess it's more authentic, who would travel alone now?

[Crazy people, probably. Not that they don't fit horribly into that category themselves. He really should stop reminding himself of how insane this is, because the more he lets himself think about it, the more ways he can think of for him to fuck it up and get them all killed. He truly isn't cut out for this sort of thing; it's not exactly cowardice, more the fact that he knows his own strengths and they certainly don't lie in things like this

[sterlingwins]

[Sterling murmurs as Cas' hands move to rest on his hips, pulling them slightly closer as their lips pressed together. Sterling's fingers twitch, smoothing his hand over the other man's side, against that suit coat that is maybe just a little big in the shoulders. But, it fits well enough for their purposes; it might not be perfectly tailored, but he looked sharp. Which was really proving to be problematic considering Sterling really wanted to push those slacks down his hips and go for a repeat of last night. Instead, he focused on the suit jacket, doing the buttons and making sure the tie sat right