SPN fic: This Is The Very Ecstasy 5b/5 (Dean/Cas/Inias/Samandriel, NC-17, bdsm AU)

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Title: This Is The Very Ecstasy [5b/5]
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Dean/Castiel, Inias/Samandriel, foursome! Some Sam/Kevin, mentions of other characters
Genre: AU, bdsm, smut, established relationship, fluff.
Warnings: multiple doms, switching, everyone bottoms, cross-dressing, piercings, puppy-play, biting, face-slapping, flogging, toys, bondage, orgasm denial, rimming, barebacking, come-play, atm, and many many nicknames/endearments.
Word Count: 11.5k this part, 38.6k all up.
Summary: Dean and Cas arrange a play-date for their puppies, and the source of Dean’s problems is finally revealed. (Third year of the ‘Halloween in Bondage’ verse, but it’s not really necessary to read the previous parts)
A/N: There's a little teaser at the end of this for the next part of this verse, which I may or may not write, depending on how much I have left in me at the end of the year :s
Disclaimer: Supernatural and its characters are not mine. Dammit.



[ chapter 1] [ chapter 2] [ chapter 3] [ chapter 4] [ chapter 5a] [ index of toys]

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Dean’s come a long way to be able to share himself like this in front of an audience, even a small and trusted audience like this. But there’s a purpose to it. He glances to his right as Castiel kisses a trail down his neck, checking on his Alfie-baby, and there’s something thoughtful in Samandriel’s eyes as he watches them, darting considering looks at Inias, even as he squirms around his vibrator. Dean glances to his left, and sees Inias still eager and hard, obediently patient and completely oblivious.

“What do you say, Cas?” Dean grins. “Should we let the puppies play with each other? Give us something to watch while we recover?”

“I think that’s an excellent idea, Dean,” Cas replies conversationally. “If they put on a good show for us, it might even help get us in the mood for the next round.”

“My thoughts exactly,” Dean answers, smirking. Right on queue, Inias begins panting audibly in excitement, and Samandriel looks like he’s actually drooling for it.

Castiel climbs off of Dean, offering him a hand to help pry himself from the couch. After sitting in one position for so long, he feels like he’s sunken in, and the leather peels from his skin as he goes. He takes a moment to stretch out his legs, before unfastening Samandriel’s leash from the wall.

“C’mon baby. Crawl,” Dean orders, nodding his head in Inias’ direction. Samandriel nods, slowly crawling across the length of the couch on his fours, the vibrator still buzzing steadily inside him. “Get your puppy to roll over, Cas,” Dean instructs on the way, and by the time they get there, Inias is lying on his back across his side of the couch, hands released from his cuffs, but still leashed to the wall, dick re-strapped.

“Keep going, pretty baby. Suck that doggie-dick good and he might return the favour,” Dean orders, leaning down to remove Samandriel’s ball-gag. “Just try not to gag him this time,” Dean adds softly, and Samandriel nods wildly, already crawling over Inias’ body to straddle him in a sixty-nine. As Dean turns to attach the end of Samandriel’s leash to yet another hook in the wall he hears Samandriel groan behind him, sucking Inias down.

Dean grins, taking Castiel’s hand and leading him to the opposite side of the room where Samandriel was tied up before, pulling Cas down onto the couch with him and cuddling up to watch.

Samandriel goes to town on Inias’ cock, sucking on it like it’s all he’s ever wanted – which is true in a way. Inias is still blindfolded, but he manages to find Samandriel’s cock where it’s dangling over his face, and leans up to suckle at the tip. Thankfully, Samandriel is so focused on working Inias’ length, he doesn’t buck into Inias’ mouth like he did before, instead letting Inias take it at his own pace. But it isn’t long before their moans become frenzied, already long stimulated by the vibrators, still buzzing in their holes.

And it doesn’t take long for Dean and Castiel to recover either, watching them writhe and groan, the sounds wet and thick with the cocks in their throats.

Dean gets up first, transfixed by the sight as he walks over, letting his erection hang heavy in front of Samandriel’s face. When Samandriel notices, he doesn’t even need to be told what to do, letting Inias’ cock pop out of his mouth and leaning forward to take Dean in, still jacking Inias’ length with his hand.

As Dean enjoys that wet little mouth, he reaches across Samandriel’s back, twisting the vibrator inside him and prodding his ass. Samandriel pulls off him with a gasp, and when he lowers his head again it’s to Inias’ cock, hand on Dean’s erection. He keeps switching between the two, as if he can’t decide which cock tastes better - he even tries to take both of them at one point, lips stretching obscenely wide against their shiny-slick tips, but unable to take them any deeper.

Dean appreciates the effort though, and when he grins over at Castiel, he’s sees Cas is more than ready to join the fray as well, beads of pre-come dripping from his cock-slit as he squeezes it with one hand, the other kneading at his own balls.

Dean pulls the vibrator out of Samandriel’s ass. “C’mon, Cas. It’s your turn to take this hole,” he says, spanking Samandriel’s gaping entrance.

Everyone groans at that – Castiel as he slides off the couch to come closer, and Samandriel around Inias’ cock, the vibrations making Inias groan as well. Another dollop of lube, and Samandriel’s getting fucked from all ends – Dean’s dick in his mouth, his dick down Inias’ throat, and Castiel’s dick in his ass. And from the sounds Samandriel makes then – he’s having the time of his life.

Dean is relieved. Going into this, he and Cas were pretty sure Samandriel was ready for it, but there was always that small chance things could’ve gone the other way. The next time Samandriel pulls off his cock though, he gives Dean a smile so loose and relaxed and wide, Dean’s confident he can handle more. Dean hooks his fingers under Samandriel’s chin, keeping his face tilted up and smiling back at him.

“Cas,” Dean says, still looking at Samandriel.

“Dean,” Castiel answers breathlessly, slowing his hips.

“I think it’s time for our puppies to meet.”

It takes a moment for it to register, but Dean sees when it happens by the way Samandriel’s eyes widen with panic.

“Is that okay, baby?” Dean murmurs softly, soothing his thumb over Samandriel’s bottom lip.

Samandriel doesn’t reply for a long moment, until Dean hears Inias do something wet with his mouth, the volume of his moan muffled by Samandriel’s flesh, and Samandriel shudders in response, eyes clenching shut as he nods his head and hisses, “Yes!”

Dean looks up at Castiel, sharing a grin with him.

They’ve already talked extensively about how they were going to do this, so they don’t need to talk much as they move around the room. Castiel takes Inias back to the middle of the couch, pulling the vibrator out and replacing it with his cock. Dean places Samandriel on his knees facing them, climbing up onto the couch behind him and sliding in as well. And when Dean and Cas start thrusting again, they find the same rhythm – two masters enjoying their pets together.

Samandriel whimpers at the renewed distance between him and Inias though, and reaches out, trying to crawl closer. But Dean pulls him back by his leash, making him straighten up and away. “Not yet, baby,” Dean murmurs in his ear. “Let him see you first.”

Dean looks over Samandriel’s shoulder, catching Castiel’s eye. Castiel nods, pulling Inias back by the leash as well. He gives Inias a moment to adjust to the new position, and then he finally reaches for the blindfold.

Inias doesn’t see Samandriel straight away, eyes slowly blinking open and taking some time to adjust to the light, low as it is. His gaze sweeps blearily over his surroundings first, taking in the familiar couch-lined room, the table by the door, mirrors on the walls... And while Samandriel waits with bated breath, Dean keeps fucking into him, slow and steady, distracting him from his nerves.

Inias’ vision seems to clear the same moment his eyes finally land on Samandriel, his eyes widening with shock and confusion even as he sucks in a gasp, shaky with longing. He falls forward to his hands, overwhelmed and transfixed, trying to crawl closer like Samandriel had before. But Castiel pulls on his leash again, keeping him back and forcing him to watch for now.

“Samandriel,” Inias whimpers, his eyes roaming over Samandriel’s body, lingering over his strapped erection, his lips, no doubt remembering the taste of him, the feel of him, the things Samandriel had done to him in return.

“Inias,” Samandriel chokes out, straining forward, but Dean holds him fast.

“Quiet, puppies,” he growls, reminding them of the rules, “Or I’ll gag you again, and there’ll be no kissing for you,” he threatens, and Samandriel practically whines as his eyes drop to Inias’ lips. He turns to Dean with pleading eyes, shaking his head vehemently. “Okay then, no gag,” Dean murmurs, pecking him softly on the mouth.

Inias makes a whining sound as he watches them, and Dean grins. “Look at him,” he murmurs, taking Samandriel’s chin in his fingers and turning his face forward again. “Look at the way he’s looking at you,” he whispers in Samandriel’s ear. “He would do anything for you, he wants you so bad.”

Samandriel whines a little, overwhelmed by the look in Inias’ eyes, and he turns away to bury his face in Dean’s neck. If Samandriel didn’t know how Inias’ felt before tonight, he definitely knows now.

“Do you want him too?” Dean asks softly. Samandriel nods minutely into his skin. “Then you have to let him know,” he says, letting his pull on Samandriel’s leash go slack.

Samandriel takes a deep breath, slowly peeling his face away from Dean’s neck, and turning to look ahead once more. Slowly, he drops to his fours, trying to get closer, and this time Castiel lets Inias fall forward as well, until the two are face to face and close enough to touch. Samandriel reaches up to cup Inias’ cheek, reverently, and when they finally kiss, it’s soft with wonder and awe.

Dean can’t help but seek out Castiel then, and when his eyes drift upwards, he finds Castiel already watching him. Dean is lost for a long moment, captivated by the intensity of Castiel’s gaze, and the depth of emotion he sees there.

He really should pay attention to his own advice sometime.

“Dean,” Castiel gasps, and the urgency of the sound brings Dean back to attention.

Now is not the time. Right now, Samandriel needs Dean’s help. Samandriel’s ready. He wants Inias. And he’s willing to try and make things work, but Dean still has to show him how. He’s been planting seeds of ideas since that first night with Samandriel, months ago, but tonight it’s time to reap the rewards.

“Okay, Cas. Tie your pet up and come over here,” he instructs. “And I want you to lie down for me, pretty baby,” Dean says to Samandriel, gently pulling on his leash again.

Both Inias and Samandriel whine matching sounds of protest when they’re pulled away from each other, but obey regardless. Dean lays Samandriel onto the couch as Castiel leashes Inias in the corner again, able to look, but not touch. Then Cas joins Dean on the couch, letting himself be manoeuvred onto his knees in front of Dean, between the spread of Samandriel’s legs.

Dean takes Castiel’s cock in his hand, carefully guiding Cas into Samandriel’s fucked-loose hole. And once Cas is snugly seated, Dean lines up behind him, pulling the plug from between Castiel’s cheeks, and replacing it with his own cock.

Castiel nearly topples over as he’s speared, sandwiched between Dean and Samandriel. But Dean grabs Castiel close, sitting back on his haunches so he can hold Cas upright. And once Castiel catches his breath back, Dean begins thrusting, guiding him into a steady rhythm. Castiel finds his own pace quickly enough, fucking back on Dean’s cock and into Samandriel’s ass all on his own, and soon all Dean has to do is sit back and let Cas do the work.

Samandriel arches his back and moans as Castiel begins fucking him in earnest, legs falling even further apart to let him in deeper. Dean lets the kid writhe on Castiel’s cock for a little while, watching over Castiel’s shoulder with a grin. But when Castiel’s hips begin to stutter, Dean knows Cas isn’t going to last much longer.

“You ready for your first load, pretty baby?” Dean asks, and Samandriel nods, hands grabbing at Castiel’s hips as if he can pull Cas even deeper.

Dean closes his hands over Samandriel’s scrabbling fingers until they go still, and then Dean guides Samandriel’s hands upwards, towards Castiel’s nipples.

“You saw how I made my angel come before,” Dean murmurs, squeezing Samandriel’s fingers around the dusky-dark nubs, and Samandriel nods again, eyes flashing with interest. “Well, it’s your turn now,” Dean says, releasing Samandriel’s hands.

Samandriel’s breath hitches at that, eyes widening as Dean frees his fingers, gaze fixed on where they’re pinching Castiel’s nipples. He pulls on them experimentally, and when Castiel gasps in response, Dean sees Samandriel’s eyes fill with a bit confidence. He pulls again, twisting at them a little as well, and when Castiel groans in response, hips jabbing into Samandriel with a startled thrust, Samandriel finally catches on. He pulls his hand back, and slaps Castiel’s unpierced nipple – not too hard, but hard enough for the contact to make satisfying smacking sound – and when Castiel cries out anyway, Samandriel has to bite down his moan.

“It’s alright, baby boy, you can speak now. You’re in charge,” Dean grins.

“Oh God,” Samandriel exhales in a relieved rush of breath.

“Don’t be afraid to ask for what you want,” Dean reminds him, “Come on,” he urges, squeezing one of Castiel’s nipples in encouragement.

Samandriel slaps it once more, harder this time. “Fuck me. Please,” he gasps breathlessly, “Fill me up!”

Castiel moans, hips stuttering as he plows deeper, skin smacking sharply where their bodies meet.

“Yes, like that!” Samandriel moans, eyes rolling back into his head with pleasure for a moment, before refocusing on Castiel. “Give me that load!” he gasps, twisting at Castiel’s nub before slapping it again. And again.

“Fuck,” Castiel groans brokenly, falling forward over Samandriel, trying to hold himself up on shaky arms. But the shift brings him near enough, that all Samandriel has to do is lean up on his elbows, and he can reach Castiel’s nipples with his lips. He closes his mouth around Castiel’s abused nub, and bites, hard, until a strangled cry is wrenched from Castiel’s throat, and Castiel’s load is spurting from his cock.

It takes all of Dean’s self-control not to come when he feels Castiel clenching around him, his angel feels so good. But again, he has to remind himself that they’re here for Samandriel. Dean waits until Castiel’s done riding out the aftershocks, and then pulls out, helping Cas pull out of Samandriel in turn. Castiel lets Dean guide him across the room on shaky legs, and Dean settles him back on the couch with a towel and bottle of water, before returning to where Samandriel is waiting for him, playing with the come dripping out of his hole. Dean groans, all too tempted to bury his face in Samandriel’s ass, and lick Castiel’s come out of his sloppy hole, but he doesn’t want to break their momentum now.

“Are you ready for your next load?” Dean asks, stroking himself loosely.

“Get over here and put it in me,” Samandriel orders breathily. Dean smirks at the command, pleased that Samandriel’s gaining confidence with giving orders, but Dean doesn’t mount him as he’s asked. Instead, Dean sits down on the couch, and pulls Samandriel up, into his lap.

“Ride me, if you want it so bad,” Dean grins, lining Samandriel up. “Work for it,” he says, groaning as Samandriel sinks down on him again, loose and slick with Castiel’s come.

“You like that?” Samandriel gasps, clenching around him, “Like the way my hole milks your dick?”

“Yeah, fuck,” Dean groans into Samandriel’s neck, “Make me come. You know how.”

“Yes. Yes I do,” Samandriel gasps, picking up a rhythm. “But I want to see your face when it happens,” he says, fingers fisting in the top of Dean’s hair, where it’s the longest. “I want you to look at me when I’m fucking you,” he says, yanking Dean’s head back, and Dean hisses at the sting in his scalp.

“Look at me!” Samandriel orders, slapping him across the face, and once the initial shock of it passes, Dean gapes at him, half slack-jawed, half grinning.

“Is that what you want?” Samandriel narrows his eyes, squeezing Dean’s jaw in his fingers. “Want the puppy to play master now?” he says, and Dean huffs a chuckle, because that’s exactly what he wants. The laugh immediately earns him another slap though, and Dean moans, fingers digging into the soft meat of Samandriel’s hips, holding on.

“Come on, Dean,” Samandriel hisses, twisting Dean’s nipple, “I know you want to come already, I can feel your cock twitching in me,” he taunts, slapping Dean’s nipple a few times for good measure after he lets it go, and Dean shouts, bucking up into him at the sting of it.

“Mmm, yes, you always give me a such good ride, Dean,” Samandriel moans, ass slapping loudly against Dean’s thighs as he bounces even harder on Dean’s cock, “Just like a good pony.”

“Son of a bitch,” Dean curses at that. It’s like a damn has finally broken, unleashing this stream of filth, pouring from Samandriel’s mouth as he takes what he wants. It’s perfection. And it’s everything Dean’s been hoping for.

“Are you going to come in me, Dean?” Samandriel taunts, grabbing his chin again.

“Yeah. Yeah,” Dean gasps, nodding, He’s so close.

“Come on, then. Giddyup,” Samandriel growls, slapping him again… and that’s it.

“Fuu…ck,” Dean gasps, back arching as he finally blows, splashing a second load of come into Samandriel’s wet, wet hole.

He’s barely even caught his breath back before he’s lifting Samandriel off his lap, reaching down to unstrap Samandriel’s cock as the kid wriggles his hips impatiently. Then to Samandriel’s surprise, Dean reaches up to remove Samandriel’s collar as well, nodding his head meaningfully in Inias’ direction.

Samandriel’s eyes light up at that, brimming with newly discovered confidence, and he swoops towards the corner where Inias is waiting for him. He fists his hand in Inias’ hair, crashing their lips together in an eager kiss, hungry and deep and fast approaching filthy.

Castiel joins Dean where he’s heaped on the couch, catching his breath, bringing him a towel and a bottle of water. Dean gulps it down thirstily as he tucks Castiel under his arm, and his angel carefully towels him off as they watch.

Eventually the kissing couple have to pull apart for air, but they remain connected with their eyes, barely able to look away from each other. It’s like this that Samandriel finally takes Inias’ leash in his hand, and gently pushes Inias back on the couch, climbing on top of him.

They both groan as Inias sinks deep, all the way home in one push, the path open and slicked by both Castiel and Dean before him – so slick, that Dean can actually hear the come squelching in Samandriel’s ass when it happens. And when Samandriel slowly begins to ride Inias, Dean can see all that come leaking out of Samandriel’s hole, dripping down the length of Inias’ dick and smearing across his balls.

Dean moans at the sight, his dick twitching valiantly between his shaky legs, but considering how spent he is, he writes it off as more of an aftershock than anything. The couple don’t even notice him anyway, completely oblivious to all else except each other as they make love.

And making love it is. It’s obvious in the way they’re looking at each other, searching and deep, adoring and unbreaking as they thrust together, steady and slow. All the toys and games and leather are merely tools that have helped bring the two here – to a place where they are no longer afraid to love each other, because they know how to now.

When Samandriel’s fingers find the discarded flogger, buried in the pillows of the couch, he pulls it out, and Inias keens when he sees it, arching up in invitation. Samandriel sucks in a sharp breath at the reaction, watching Inias beg for it wordlessly, exquisitely, before tentatively striking Inias across the chest. Inias cries out, thrashing and bucking at the light strike, and the response gives Samandriel the confidence he needs to do it again. Harder this time. And right on the nipple. But before he strikes once more he strokes the reddened flesh with the ends of the flogger, teasing the nub until Inias is gagging for it – just as he’d seen Castiel do earlier that night.

Castiel hums a pleased noise at Dean’s side, and Dean grins, pressing a kiss into his hair. They twine their fingers together, sharing their pride as they watch Samandriel flog Inias into a mewling mess beneath him, becoming the dom he’s truly needed to be. For himself, and for the man who’s been waiting for him, loving him.

It’s amazing to watch. And Dean finally understands what Inias saw between him and Cas last year, and why Inias was so insistent on pursuing their help.

Samandriel isn’t going to last much longer. Dean can tell. Not when Inias is looking at him like that, responding to him like they were made for each other. Well, they were. Thanks to Dean’s efforts.

Sure enough, Samandriel soon tosses the flogger aside, pulling Inias up into another searing kiss. His fingers work hastily to unstrap Inias’ cock as he lays back onto to couch, pulling Inias on top of him.

“I need you!” Samandriel gasps in between the press of their lips as they fall. “Tell me you feel the same way!”

“I do!” Inias replies, and as he sinks inside Samandriel again, they both groan.

“Fuck me! Make love to me!” Samandriel mewls into Inias’ neck, clawing desperately at his back.

“Yes!” Inias gasps, as he begins driving deep, “Yes!” he says again, as if answering both of Samandriel’s frenzied commands. And as he increases the speed of his thrusts, more come starts leaking out of Samandriel’s hole, making the soft slapping of their bodies sound obscenely wet.

“Inias!” Samandriel cries out, wrapping his legs around Inias and pulling on the length of Inias’ leash, trying to pull him as deep as possible.

“Can I please be yours?” Inias moans, “I could be so good for you if you let me. I would give you everything. It’s already yours to take,” he begs, “Please! Make me yours!”

“Yes!” Samandriel cries, tracing down Inias’ arm to find his hand, entwining their fingers and squeezing tight. “Want you, only you, from now on! All of you, everything, give it to me!” he gasps, and it’s all Inias has been waiting for. He throws his head back with a scream, coming hot and hard inside Samandriel’s body, and the final load sends Samandriel screaming over the edge as well, clenching and milking Inias for every last drop.

It takes a long time for the lovebirds to come down, kissing and whispering to each other, lost in their private bubble. But as the minutes pass, Samandriel’s hands stroking through Inias’ hair, and Inias’ fingers idly playing with the bows on Samandriel’s thighs, the tentative smiles they trade become broader and broader, until eventually they remember that they aren’t alone.

Samandriel twists around to where Dean and Cas are watching, giving them a wicked grin, before murmuring something in Inias’ ear. Inias then grins as well, climbing down over Samandriel’s body and dipping his head between Samandriel’s legs. From the slurping sounds that follow, and the way Samandriel moans, it’s obvious what Inias is doing down there.

But then Inias slides off the couch altogether, and crawls across the floor on his fours, sinuous and languid like the grin on his face. And when he paws his way back up on the couch where Dean and Cas are cuddled, he kisses Castiel, filthy and wet, and Dean can see the white mouthfuls of come passing between their lips. When Castiel’s had his fill, he turns to Dean next, and passes it along, and Dean moans around the combined taste of the three of them, warm from Samandriel’s body.

Afterwards, Inias gives them both a soft smile, and a quiet “thank you,” before crawling back to Samandriel.

“You did it,” Castiel murmurs softly as they watch the pair snuggle together again.

“We did it,” Dean says, giving Castiel’s shoulder a squeeze.

“We make a good team,” Castiel replies, shooting him a grin.

“Yeah,” Dean swallows tightly, his throat suddenly going dry, “We do.”

~

“Hey, what’s bothering you?” Castiel asks when they get back to their apartment, reaching out to him in concern, but Dean steps away, evading him.

“It’s nothing, don’t worry about it,” Dean grumbles, unable to even meet Castiel’s eye.

He can’t help it. He should be happy that Inias and Samandriel have come clean about their feelings, should be glad that things have worked out so well for them, but he’s a little envious. Once again, he feels like he’s back at square one.

“You’re going to miss him, aren’t you?” Castiel sighs, watching him with sympathetic eyes.

“You gonna miss Inias?” Dean shoots back, shrugging helplessly.

“Yes,” Castiel replies patiently, “But he’s happy now, and I’m happy for him.”

Dean nods silently at that, and this time when Castiel approaches him, he allows it, folding Castiel into his arms.

“Well, maybe we can still see them every now and then, you know? This doesn’t have to be the end,” Dean murmurs into Castiel’s hair. If Castiel is already so invested in his pet, then maybe Dean can keep making an exception too.

“Oh my God!” Castiel suddenly exclaims, pushing away from him. “Are you… Are you getting tired of me?” he sputters, eyes widening in horror.

“What?” Dean blurts in surprise, “No! Of course not!”

“Because I’ve noticed how you haven’t had any… “problems” since Samandriel came along,” Cas growls, finger quotes and all, as he glares pointedly at Dean’s crotch.

Dean gapes in shock, his jaw working open and closed as he tries to wrap his mind around the sudden deterioration of events.

“Oh God, oh God! Is that why you tried so hard to push me off onto Inias?” Castiel gasps, eyes rapidly filling with tears, “Are you trying to get rid of me?”

“No, Cas!” Dean shouts, “Of course I don’t want to get rid of you! I want to marry you!”

Dean sucks in a sharp breath as soon as the words are out of his mouth, staring at Castiel in dismay.

Castiel blinks at him, stunned, Dean’s reaction to the carelessly thrown out words revealing just how serious they really are.

Dean sighs, deflating. It’s not exactly the romantic moment he’s been waiting for these past months, so worried about getting it right or what he would be losing if it all went wrong, but he doesn’t want to take it back or play it off as a joke either. After all the work he’s just done helping Samandriel learn to be unafraid, to ask for what he wants, Dean would be a hypocrite if he didn’t go through with this now.

Dean silently takes Castiel by the hand, leading him into their bedroom, and opens his sock drawer, pulling a small velvet box from out of its depths.

“Dean,” Castiel gasps when he sees it, shaking hands flying to his mouth in shock.

Dean opens the box, pulling out one of the matching rings, and extends it towards Castiel. “Marry me.”

Castiel stares at the ring, blinking at it for another long moment, before barking a disbelieving laugh. “Is that a cock-piercing?”

“Yeah,” Dean shrugs. “This one’s yours, see,” he explains, pointing out the inscription that says: Dean’s.

“And this one’s mine,” he says, lifting up the box to show the ring inscribed: Castiel’s. “So everyone will know who I belong to,” he murmurs.

Castiel gapes at him.

“Well, I mean… uh…” Dean squirms in the silence, fidgeting uncertainly. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to. It’s not a deal-breaker,” he shrugs, sliding the ring back in the box. “We can always pick out real rings or something,” he says, snapping the box shut. “Or not. We don’t have to do anything at all. Nothing has to change,” he mutters, chewing on his lip and frowning down at his feet.

Castiel still says nothing.

So, as he always does in uncertain silence, Dean keeps talking.

“It’s just…” he takes a deep breath, leaving the ring-box on the dresser and looking up again, “I want to grow old with you, Cas,” he says, reaching out to squeeze Castiel’s arms. “I know that sounds cheesy, and maybe it’s not something you expected when you got into this relationship with me, and the kind of lifestyle we lead… but I want the whole deal – a house, kids, weekend barbeques, and maybe a weekend playroom in the basement or something,” Dean shrugs, and Cas barks a laugh at that.

Dean huffs his own soft laugh at the response, relaxing a little. “Whatever you want, Cas,” he murmurs, tentatively wrapping his arms around Castiel and pulling him closer. “I just-- I love you. And I want to be with you. And I’m never going to get tired of making love to this ass, even when it’s old and saggy, and we’ll both need little green pills to get hard enough for it,” he smirks, palms closing around Castiel’s backside.

Castiel yelps in surprise, and then the tension completely breaks, as suddenly Castiel is laughing, covering Dean’s face with kisses and gasping, “Yes! To everything! All of it! Yes!”

EPILOGUE

“Who are you and what have you done with my brother?” Sam quirks a dubious eyebrow as he enters the kitchen. “I mean, this may be the first party you’ve ever thrown without any leather or chains anywhere? And you’ve just announced you’re getting engaged?”

“Dude, as if I’ve ever invited you to any of those parties, how would you know?” Dean snorts, sliding a few more empty bowls into the dishwasher.

“Yeah, well, maybe you should,” Sam pouts, peeking out the kitchen door. “Looks like you’ve been hogging all the cute ones to yourself.”

“Found something you like, huh?” Dean smirks, joining his brother in the doorway and trying to discern which direction he’s looking in. Sam already knows most of Dean’s friends and family – Bobby and Rufus, Ellen and Jo, Victor and Jodie, Tessa, Pam and Ash from the garage – so Dean guesses it must be someone Cas has invited.

Dean’s eyes first land on Cas’ older brother Lucifer, but he immediately dismisses the idea. Ol’ Lucy hadn’t made the best impression when they’d met that first Halloween a couple years ago, and Sam still avoids the man like the plague. Besides, the guy had somehow ended up bringing Meg as a date. Dean shudders at the sight of her.

The next likely target is Cas’ other brother Gabe, who’s in another breakup phase with his girlfriend, and has spent most of the night trying to seduce Sam with candy. Dean doesn’t know what the freakin’ deal is with Cas’ brothers fixating on Sam. But it seems in Sam’s brief absence, Gabriel has diverted his attention to Cas’ friend Balthazar, and Dean groans internally at the sight. Dean doesn’t even want to begin imagining the kind of lecherous things those two could get up to together.

Think happy thoughts. Think happy thoughts.

Dean’s eyes drift over to where Cas is talking to Inias and Samandriel, and instantly feels himself smiling. Castiel is gorgeous tonight – he usually is – but his smile is content and full in a way Dean didn’t know it could be before. And nothing can dim the happiness shining in his eyes, even if they are a little bewildered at the moment.

Inias has been hovering protectively around Samandriel all night, barely letting anyone else near him, let alone talk to him. Even Cas has barely gotten through Inias’ blockade, which is saying something. Dean thinks it might be in Samandriel’s best interest in the long run though. Those guarded and closed-off edges he used to see in Samandriel’s eyes have finally begun to soften. And Dean knows the real reason Inias hand keeps hovering possessively over the small of Samandriel’s back is because of the tattoo Samandriel’s just gotten there – some kind of elaborate design involving Inias’ name. Dean grins at them.

“Who’s that kid over there?” Sam asks, finally pointing out the long-haired asian twink who seems to be wearing a bra under his loose fitting t-shirt.

“That’s Kevin. He came with Cas’ friend from work,” Dean says, nodding his head at Chuck.

“They’re not together are they?” Sam whines.

“I think he’s their new intern or something,” Dean shrugs, but Sam’s barely listening.

“Look at him,” Sam moans, “I want to fuck him ‘til he cries.”

“Ew, Sam. Now I’m visualizing,” Dean cringes, shoving at his brother. “Don’t be a dickmonger.”

“Is that even a word?” Sam snorts.

“Is it not accurate?” Dean shoots back.

“No. Assmonger would be,” Sam snarks.

“I don’t want to know,” Dean grumbles, shaking his head.

“You’re just jealous that I’m going to be having all the fun now that Cas is making an honest man out of you,” Sam smirks.

“Cas and I are still going to have plenty of fun,” Dean arches an eyebrow, gaze darting up to the heavy-duty hooks newly installed in the ceiling of his living room.

“Ew. Now I’m visualizing,” Sam says, eyeing the hooks with a grimace.

“You started it, bitch,” Dean smirks.

“Jerk,” Sam grins. “I can’t believe you’re getting married. To a man. It’s not fair. I was gay first.”

“Yeah, well, I was tall first,” Dean laughs.

“Seriously though, Dean. Congratulations,” Sam’s tone softens, giving him a genuine smile. “You guys are perfect for each other. I’m happy for you.”

“Thanks, Sammy,” Dean replies, returning his smile.

“Now introduce me to Kevin so I can have my happy ending,” Sam smirks, heading back towards the living room.

“Ha. Ha. Very punny,” Dean deadpans, rolling his eyes as he follows.

Thankfully the introductions don’t last long, as Dean is soon summarily ignored in favour of increasingly lewd leers and paper-thin innuendos. Castiel’s brothers have clearly been a bad influence on Sam. But Kevin seems smitten enough. Cas senses Dean’s distress though, and quickly manages to pull him away.

“Thanks angel-face,” Dean murmurs, pressing a kiss to his lips. “I needed the rescue.”

“You’re welcome,” Castiel replies, sighing happily against him. “Tonight’s been wonderful, Dean.”

“Oh the night’s just beginning, babe,” Dean grins, discretely pointing out the hooks in the ceiling. Castiel frowns at them in confusion for a moment, until Dean sees him take in the spacing of the hooks, putting two and two together.

“Are those for what I think they are?” Castiel asks, breathy with barely concealed excitement. Dean nods, his grin broadening ear to ear as he thinks about the newly purchased sling, waiting under their bed.

They’re going to need a couple of months to heal once they get their cocks pierced, and they won’t be able to have sex that entire time. So they’ve decided to get their piercings a couple of months before the wedding, giving them plenty of time to heal, while abstaining for their wedding night.

Before they go through with it though, they’re going to have as much sex as possible, every way Dean can think of.

Dean grins up at the hooks, pulling Cas close. “Tonight, I’m gonna make you feel like you’re flying, angel,” he says, pressing a kiss in Castiel’s hair.

Castiel smiles at him, returning the kiss against his lips. “You already do.”

~ fin

Meanwhile, in a darkened office, far, far, away… (Keep reading, if you dare)

Two men stand behind the desk of a large office, watching grainy black-and-white security footage flickering on the widescreen mounted on the wall. In one corner of the screen, a dark-haired man straddles the lap of his partner, the tattooed wings on his back writhing with every thrusting movement of his leanly-muscled body.

“Who is that mouth-watering creature in my club?”

“I don’t know, boss. But I can find out.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” the other man replies with a smile that’s more sneer than anything. Predatory. Shark-like. “Thank you, Edgar. That’s all for now.”