They must have thought that they were so clever putting up all their anti-angel sigils in the bunker, so recently lowered so that Castiel could find their home - but Sam had given Lucifer the answer to that little puzzle, given him the power to break through any angel seal with just a spell. It was too easy - way too easy - to step back into Dean's home as soon as Sam left it.
He appeared at the top of the stairs, just because it gave him the chance to make an impression as he descended them. His hands dropped into the pockets of the black trenchcoat he'd picked up to replace Castiel's. He wore his white shirt, the top buttons undone, with nothing else over it, the shirt tucked into black pants, with a shiny black belt and silver buckle closing them. Even his shoes shone, like the blue of his eyes, seemingly made more "ravish me" blue by the way his hair had been pulled rakishly aside, ruffled with gel. It was a new look, a good look--a Lucifer look.
He trotted down the stairs, and gave a sharp, loud whistle:
Dean was in the library sitting at a table, nose in a book, and a tumbler of Jack Daniel's sitting on the table beside him. Sam had gone out to get away for a bit, Dean didn't expect him back until morning. He couldn't blame him really, after everything the need to just get away and lose himself in a warm soft body was certainly tempting...but all he could think about was the body of one Castiel, Angel of the Lord, and current skin suit to Lucifer. He was almost desperate to find a way to save his friend and that was why he was deep in the lore books instead of out with his brother.
Dean heard boots on the stairs but instead of looking he just called out. "Forget something?" He asked thinking it was Sam. It wasn't until Lucifer spoke that Dean's head shot up quickly and his eyes landed on the vessel of his once best friend.
"How did!?" He was up out of the chair in a moment, book on the floor as he faced off against the archangel. They'd warded the bunker, how had he managed to just stroll in the front door like he owned the place?
"How did I just stroll in? Well you know it's all very well changing the locks on an ex, Dean--not much use if they have the master key, though. You can thank your brother for that."
He folded his arms across his chest. "In fact, you can blame Sam for a lot of things, but let's start with the fact that Castiel here would have never have been in my Cage at all if he hadn't gone against your instructions."
"You know, I even thought he'd go through with it for a second there. Deal with the Devil..."
As he spoke, he descended the stairs still, hands in his pockets, before on the last step he pulled them free and gestured to himself.
Dean was confused by what he meant by master key. He made a mental note to bitch Sam out for forgetting to tell him something so important. I mean if Lucifer say's Sam is to blame then it is most likely true. If Dean knew anything about the fallen archangel it was that he didn't outright lie. He would omit certain things, leave things up to your own imagination, but he wouldn't flat out voice a falsehood.
He also had a point about his gaining access to Cas. If Sam had waited like he'd asked then it might not of happened. Of course it wasn't like Dean had any control of Amara showing up and whisking off like that.
His eyes trailed over the figure descending the stairs because like it or not he did have a thing for Cas and while the one wearing him wasn't his best friend, visually...it was.
"I don't like it. You should leave." Dean said actually proud his voice came out stronger than he felt. He was at a supreme disadvantage and while he was slowly backing up he knew in the blink of an eye, Lucifer could be right in front of him. He tried to avoid jerky movements for now, best to try and keep him calm.
Hell, he could take as much time as he liked, there was no rush, and the way that Dean was looking at him wasn't all fear like it ought to be. He raised his hand, touching it to the center of his chest, and ran down the length of the white shirt with just the tips of his fingers.
"You are, aren't you? You think I'm sexy."
A pause, thoughtful, inward searching, and then a bark of laughter. "Oh my. You can't possibly think you can hide that away from me, do you? Naughty seraph. I think I'll tell him, just for that."
He stepped closer again, putting his hands back into his pockets and opening the coat a little wider as he gestured a shrug. "He knows it's not just a friendship thing that you want from him, and he's been purposefully pretending not to notice all this time. I think that's called "stringing you along"."
Dean had to fight the blush that threatened to cover his face when Lucifer called him out on his lie. Of course the archangel could tell he was lying. And of course he just had to tell him that Cas knew all along and was purposefully ignoring it. That hurt. His heart clenched a little bit and his step back faltered a bit. It didn't matter though, he was where he needed to be.
"No, I don't think You are sexy." The fact that he finds Cas sexy remains unsaid and Dean takes a moment to watch him before jerking sharply to the left and breaking into a flat out run. He needs to get deeper into the bunker, if he can reach their panic room he might be able to wait it out until Sam comes...or Lucifer gets bored.
Lucifer wasn't about to let him get away so very easily. He stepped forward, caught a wind and landed in front of Dean, so that he crashed headlong into him. If he'd been taller... Well, he wasn't, but he made up for it by grabbing him tightly by both wrists and swinging him around until his back was to the wall.
He pressed in close, then, rubbing his body up against Dean's, looking right into his eyes.
"You see, Dean, the thing is... Castiel here? He used a whole lot of energy stopping me from killing Sam. He doesn't quite have the strength to intervene now, even if he had the heart to, and a little part of him? A little part of him desperately wants this too, denied it in himself because he was afraid. All that time you were together in Purgatory..."
He bent in closer, pressing his lips to Dean's jaw. "He doesn't recall it so well, but I do. I can unbreak all the little barriers that Naomi put up in here. The primal energy of it, surely you remember?"
Okay that hurt! Dean shook his head a bit to clear the stars flooding his vision even as Lucifer swung him around and pushed him into the wall. Archangels...well Angels in general were nigh immovable so running into him had been equivellent to running headlong into a wall.
Dean struggled, pulling at the hands griping his wrists in an effort to be free. Once again he's found himself at Lucifer's mercy. It seems to happen more often than he cares to admit.
"Why the hell do you keep coming after me?" He's not just referring to the whole thing with the Darkness. It's happened before where Lucifer seemed intent on claiming him in addition to Sam.
Then Lucifer had to start telling him things about how Cas felt. He didn't want to hear it. He didn't want to know through Lucifer. If Cas wanted him to know he would have told him himself. When he pressed closer, lips trailing over his jaw, Dean realized just how close they were and that Lucifer was actually rocking against him, making him feel Castiel's body.
"Cas man..please...you gotta try." Dean implored. He heard Lucifer, Cas used too much energy to save his younger brother and of that he was eternally grateful, but now he needed help. He just hoped he could survive whatever was coming his way.
"Why? You forget, righteous man? I laid claim to you a very long time ago. You as good as corrupted yourself. You broke. I want you to live, and suffer, and carry on living and suffering until you die, and then you're going to make a wonderful, terrible demon."
He reached up with his free hand, and gave Dean a rough slap across the face.
"Don't talk to him, talk to me."
It was going to be the way things ended for Dean, one way or another. No matter how good he was, how hard he tried, the efforts he went to to purify himself or make the world a better place. He'd go right to Hell in the end.
But right now Hell was on Earth, almost just for him.
He pressed in again, and this time he nibbled at the edge of his jaw, bent in and bit the lobe of Dean's ear, nursing the bruised skin against the warm wetness of his tongue.
Lucifer growled softly, wetly at him, afterwards. "Are you going to make me hurt you?"
"I will never be yours. I will not let you break me again." Dean said with as much conviction as he could muster. He had to hope that things would be different. If they could stop him, seal hell or even destroy it than that fate would not befall him. It gave him the courage he needed to spit in the devils face. "And I will talk to Cas whenever I want. Unlike you, he actually matters to me." Dean was glad his voice didn't betray just how afraid he was. He knew what Lucifer could do to him, he just hoped he could withstand it.
One thing was for certain, unfortunately it looks as though the devil will have to hurt Dean. He doesn't know when to stop and always goes a bit too far. He probably shouldn't have spit in his face but that slap had smarted pretty bad. Dean could still feel the burn on his skin. If only that mouth would stay off his skin, if only he could get away from him.
He doesn't hesitate but to do just that. All it takes is Dean's spit hitting his eye, and Lucifer pulls him aside into position, lines up his fist and decks him as hard as he can across the face, enough to stun him. He holds onto Dean as he hits him, then opens his fist and gets a handful of Dean's collar instead, yanking him back in the other direction, and dragging him roughly down the hallway.
It doesn't take effort to choose a room. Lucifer knows the path through the bunker, picks out Castiel's former room, next to Dean's, and drags him right into it, dropping him on the floor and kicking the door shut behind him.
The next thing Dean got was a kick in the side.
"Do that again, and I'll come back when your brother's here."
A cry of pain leaves Dean when Lucifer's fist connects with his face. His head jerks sharply to the right and he is so stunned that he is unable to stop the archangel from starting to actually drag him down the hallway. He is unable to get his feet under him, being pulled with purpose and trying desperately to get Lucifer's hand off his collar.
He has bruises on his legs and hips from the dragging, his face is bruised, left eye already swelling slightly but he's at least somewhat sure that he isn't bleeding yet. At least on the outside. His cheek was cut inside his mouth, he could taste the blood though it didn't seem to be that bad...yet.
He gave a grunt and tried to curl in on himself when Lucifer dropped him on the floor inside of a room he hadn't really had a chance to look at yet. He heard the door shut but before he could even shit his body to get a glimpse of where he was a booted foot collided with his side pushing all air from his lungs in a harsh gasp. It took a moment or two for him to be able to get a breath in and the pain it brought with it made stars dance in his eyes. He was pretty sure a rib or two was at least cracked after that.
In spite of the pain in his body, his spirit was still intact and his resolve to endure was still strong. While he threat of harm to Sam would normally still his fight, Dean knew that with both of them it would be harder for the devil to win...especially with Cas on the inside.
"Go back to hell you fucktard." Dean hissed up at him from his position on the floor.
He folded his arms, stepping around Dean carefully. He was curled in to protect himself, all the injury to his body making him ache, but it wasn't enough to make Dean lay off this whole heroic thing.
"You know, I think you'd be singing a different tune if I was fucking him in front of you. It doesn't matter that it's not really Castiel in here, more than enough of you would be jealous to make it worth it."
Lucifer crossed to the TV set, pulling the HDMI cable out the back of it and snapping it out of the Netflix receiver with an equally brisk pull. His purpose was revealed a moment later, when he pulled the end of it around Dean's neck, and looped it so that it pulled closed like a leash. A tug made it close tighter, then release as Lucifer released pressure.
"I think you know how this works. Come here, puppy."
Lucifer wasn't exactly wrong in his statement. If Dean had to watch Cas's body fuck his brother he was pretty sure his heart would break. Well...what's left of it anyway. It never fails to escape his notice that when he thinks he might be able to get a little better with his whole self-loathing thing something like this happens that makes him hate himself even more. He hates the way he gives in to the torment even if it's biting his tongue to keep a scathing comment back that would ensure he made good on his threat.
The noose around his neck was a surprise though. He clawed frantically at it when the devil tugged as his air was cut off. His face turned red, his eyes bulged slightly and he made a gasping strangling sound. Once it was released he gasped in a massive lung full of air and cough violently which aggravated his side something fierce and pulled a pained whine from him. He didn't move though, his mind a bit more occupied at the moment with replacing the oxygen it was deprived of.
Lucifer waited it out, scowling down at Dean and then rolling his eyes impatiently. It always sort of annoyed him how fragile humans could be, and so it really was a mercy when he came forward and placed his hand across the back of Dean's neck, letting a whisper of his grace slip in to heal away the bruises and cuts and broken bones, the ligature around his throat, the internal bleeding.
He kept his grip, though, as tight as a rock, bending in closer to hiss in his ear.
"You know, Dean, all it would really take to shake me out of here would be for Castiel to cast me out. He knows I'm here, all he needs to do is rescind his invitation. The mission is much more important than your pride, your chastity. Now when I say heel, you heel. Do you understand?"
Yeah, humans are fragile, humans are weak, humans are not worthy of his attentions or affections. For all of Lucifer's ire towards humanity, Dean finds it ironic that the fallen angel has taken an interest in tormenting him so much. That he would sully himself to be with him.
Of course too, everyone knows Dean is far from chaste. The simple comment would normally draw a derisive snort but the firm grip on the back of his neck kept him in line for the moment.
He doesn't want to believe that Cas could stop this if he wanted too. He doesn't think it works like that...otherwise Sam should have been able to cast him out. So it led him to believe the devil was simply trying to get into his head and under his skin.
"No." Dean said when Lucifer told him to heel. He would try his best to not give in just yet. He knew Lucifer had yet to get started...and the longer he lasted the more opportunity Cas had to stop Lucifer.
He tightened his grip at the back of Dean's throat, and pushed him forward, forcing him along the ground on his hands and knees. Either he'd have to crawl, put his hands and feet in front of him, or else get dragged along helplessly.
Lucifer only stopped when they reached the bed, pushing Dean down across the edge of it. His hands dropped to Dean's shoulders, gripping him tight as he knelt across the backs of his calves, pressing up tight against his ass, sat up straight and high to look imperiously down at him.
"I could just torture you. I could dangle you by your feet from the Empire State building and leave Sam to come and rescue you. What I'm going to do, instead, is speak in this voice and kiss you with these lips. I'm going to put Castiel's hands on you, and Castiel's cock in you, just the way you've always wanted."
Dean tried to crawl but the angle was just to wrong and he wound up being dragged towards the bed. He was thrown face down on the bed with little regard and moments later the weight of Castiel's body was forcing him further into the bed. He could feel those eyes burning into him and while his hands worked instead on removing the cable from around his neck his face was turned so he could watch the archangel as much as possible. He already knew there was no dislodging him so his hands were used instead to remove the crude choke collar from his neck before it could be used again.
Dean didn't want this for sure, he didn't want to have his first time with Cas to be with Lucifer driving...but the alternative of hanging upside down from the Empire State building sounded much worse. Also Dean could pretend with Cas. Unlike when his brother was involved because ew...he was in love or at least extreme like with Castiel. Even if it was Lucifer driving....he would be thinking of Cas...he would be with Cas who was still inside and he thinks he can handle that.
Well, Lucifer was having none of that--he took hold of the end of the cord again and gave it a rough pull, yanking it just enough to remind Dean that he was in control of it, rather than actually hurt him.
"Bad dog. I can see it's going to take a little more work to get you in hand."
The hand holding the leash switched across to that it pinned both of Dean's shoulders. He could keep scrabbling at the cord, now, but as long as Lucifer held the other end it wouldn't be going anywhere. His free hand slipped into the crush space between Dean's hips and the bed, pressed into his jeans, under the waistband of his underwear, and wrapped tightly around him.
"My hand, Dean," he growled, in Castiel's low, serious voice.
Dean gasps out as his head is jerked back quickly. He knew he could either go with it and not choke or resist and have another ligature mark. He chose to move with it and yeah, so he was reminded who was in control. Still didn't mean he had to roll over and take it like an animal.
"Not your fucking dog." Dean hissed even as he was pinned to the mattress by his shoulders and a hand was roughly shoved into his pants cupping him with purpose. His teeth clenched together to stem any further sound that touch caused because he would have been ecstatic had it been Cas doing the touching. He also couldn't stop the way his body reacted, his cock twitching in Lucifer's hand at the sound of Castiel's voice being used. Lucifer had to know the reaction it would cause and as such would certainly take advantage of it.
Dean smirked slightly. Just think Luci, you have to wear a partially fallen Seraph to get Dean Winchester to even think about possibly responding favorably to your touch. If nothing else positive came of this...at least he could cling to the fact it was the visual and sounds of Cas making him react like this. Not the archangel.
It was fortunate for Dean that he couldn't see the smirk. Feeling his reaction was more than enough, the way Dean's erection began to twitch in his palm, physical enough of a response to properly get his attention. He bent in, pressing his lips to Dean's ear, nibbling and sucking at the shell of it. He abused the same ear he'd bitten earlier, in just as tender a way, breathed out Castiel's words against it.
"I don't know what's so bad about being a dog, Dean. You get a master who feeds you, waters you, exercises you--gives you a warm bed to sleep in at night. It could be good for you. A comfortable, safe life, so long as you don't bite. If you bite, I have to put you down."
He stroked as he spoke, and withdrew his hand when he'd finished, using rough fingers to pull Dean's jeans down past his hips.
"If you bite, I have to put you down," he repeated, more firmly, before pressing two of his musk-scented fingers against Dean's mouth. "I'd get them good and wet, if I were you."
Also fortunate for the hunter was that Lucifer didn't seem inclined to pick up on his thought pattern. Dean closed his eyes, imagined it was Cas behind him, that they were doing a little role play. Yeah...that would work. He could do that. Mentally anyway. In his heart he knew this was bad, wrong, would hurt him...but he was clinging to what he thought could get him through it.
He gave a soft grunting sounds as his pants were roughly pushed down to about mid thigh. Wouldn't it be easier to just snap his fingers and have Dean naked? Of course it wouldn't be better for Dean but that's beside the point.
He tried to ignore most of what Lucifer said. He heard the warning though, of course he already knew. He knew better than to risk him forgoing any prep at all. That really would be hard to recover from. Still...he had to fight the urge to vomit when those fingers slipped between his lips. Sure it was the taste of his own arousal but the knowledge of who was pushing it inside of his mouth did trigger his gag reflex.
So he dug deep, he forced himself to concentrate on the texture of Castiel's skin. To focus on the pads of his fingers as they trailed over his tongue and imagine how his angel would respond for him. He imagines he would let out a breathy gasp and those startling blue eyes of his would get all the wider with need and lust for his human charge.
Lucifer caught a flicker of that image, given that Dean was trying so very hard to burn it onto the back of his mind's eye. He forced himself to shiver, to let out a soft, breathy gasp against Dean's ear, indulging in his fantasy.
"Dean..." almost his warning growl voice. "That's good. You can do things with your mouth that I never would have imagined. Your tongue..."
The words were a deep purr, and Lucifer began to thrust the fingers in and out of Dean's mouth, letting him feel them sliding into him, past puckered lips, over his hot, wet tongue.
"So good. I'm going to make you show me what else you can do with that tongue. I'm your idol, Dean--I'm going to make you worship me."
He pulled his hand free, sliding it between his thighs, only to press one wet finger inside.
Okay....Lucifer, heads up. If you want Dean to like...not fight you you need to keep indulging. Because he's not fucking you, he's totally fucking Cas. He lets himself slip a little deeper of course he's still paying enough attention to realize if he has a chance to escape. Ideally he would not like his and Castiel's first time to go like this...but hey..if it helps right?
Dean sucked on those fingers being sure to get them nice and wet...after all it was likely all he would get and the lack of lots of pain would help him keep his illusion.
That idol thought though, that did strike a small pull of disgust. Cas wouldn't say that, well not unless he was possessed by Leviathans and pretending to be God. Still he did his best to control his reactions. Best not to anger the archangel currently wearing his crush.
It wasn't until one of those fingers slipped inside that Dean was unable to stop a small cry. It was a gasp, barely audible but sure to be heard by the one behind him. His feet arched and his hands clenched in the sheets without his consent, purely instinctual, as he was breached. He clenched around the digit, his body resisting the intrusion and he had to bite his lip to stem off any more sounds. He hopes he can handle this...he really does; for himself and for Cas.
It wasn't hard to be Castiel, to growl softly against Dean's throat and pant a little harder, as though it really made any difference to him at all how hard Dean was, how eager, or how much he enjoyed it; as though he even breathed.
But he pushed his finger in, letting the slick moisture slip about the outside, and following up with another finger just a moment later. It was a lot to ask Dean for, especially with his pants still mostly on, especially considering he'd never been put through anything like this before.
"It's okay," he murmured, in Castiel's tone. "Relax, I'm not going to hurt you."
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He appeared at the top of the stairs, just because it gave him the chance to make an impression as he descended them. His hands dropped into the pockets of the black trenchcoat he'd picked up to replace Castiel's. He wore his white shirt, the top buttons undone, with nothing else over it, the shirt tucked into black pants, with a shiny black belt and silver buckle closing them. Even his shoes shone, like the blue of his eyes, seemingly made more "ravish me" blue by the way his hair had been pulled rakishly aside, ruffled with gel. It was a new look, a good look--a Lucifer look.
He trotted down the stairs, and gave a sharp, loud whistle:
"Honey, I'm home."
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Dean heard boots on the stairs but instead of looking he just called out. "Forget something?" He asked thinking it was Sam. It wasn't until Lucifer spoke that Dean's head shot up quickly and his eyes landed on the vessel of his once best friend.
"How did!?" He was up out of the chair in a moment, book on the floor as he faced off against the archangel. They'd warded the bunker, how had he managed to just stroll in the front door like he owned the place?
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He folded his arms across his chest. "In fact, you can blame Sam for a lot of things, but let's start with the fact that Castiel here would have never have been in my Cage at all if he hadn't gone against your instructions."
"You know, I even thought he'd go through with it for a second there. Deal with the Devil..."
As he spoke, he descended the stairs still, hands in his pockets, before on the last step he pulled them free and gestured to himself.
"How do you like the new look?"
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He also had a point about his gaining access to Cas. If Sam had waited like he'd asked then it might not of happened. Of course it wasn't like Dean had any control of Amara showing up and whisking off like that.
His eyes trailed over the figure descending the stairs because like it or not he did have a thing for Cas and while the one wearing him wasn't his best friend, visually...it was.
"I don't like it. You should leave." Dean said actually proud his voice came out stronger than he felt. He was at a supreme disadvantage and while he was slowly backing up he knew in the blink of an eye, Lucifer could be right in front of him. He tried to avoid jerky movements for now, best to try and keep him calm.
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Hell, he could take as much time as he liked, there was no rush, and the way that Dean was looking at him wasn't all fear like it ought to be. He raised his hand, touching it to the center of his chest, and ran down the length of the white shirt with just the tips of his fingers.
"You are, aren't you? You think I'm sexy."
A pause, thoughtful, inward searching, and then a bark of laughter. "Oh my. You can't possibly think you can hide that away from me, do you? Naughty seraph. I think I'll tell him, just for that."
He stepped closer again, putting his hands back into his pockets and opening the coat a little wider as he gestured a shrug. "He knows it's not just a friendship thing that you want from him, and he's been purposefully pretending not to notice all this time. I think that's called "stringing you along"."
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"No, I don't think You are sexy." The fact that he finds Cas sexy remains unsaid and Dean takes a moment to watch him before jerking sharply to the left and breaking into a flat out run. He needs to get deeper into the bunker, if he can reach their panic room he might be able to wait it out until Sam comes...or Lucifer gets bored.
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He pressed in close, then, rubbing his body up against Dean's, looking right into his eyes.
"You see, Dean, the thing is... Castiel here? He used a whole lot of energy stopping me from killing Sam. He doesn't quite have the strength to intervene now, even if he had the heart to, and a little part of him? A little part of him desperately wants this too, denied it in himself because he was afraid. All that time you were together in Purgatory..."
He bent in closer, pressing his lips to Dean's jaw. "He doesn't recall it so well, but I do. I can unbreak all the little barriers that Naomi put up in here. The primal energy of it, surely you remember?"
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Dean struggled, pulling at the hands griping his wrists in an effort to be free. Once again he's found himself at Lucifer's mercy. It seems to happen more often than he cares to admit.
"Why the hell do you keep coming after me?" He's not just referring to the whole thing with the Darkness. It's happened before where Lucifer seemed intent on claiming him in addition to Sam.
Then Lucifer had to start telling him things about how Cas felt. He didn't want to hear it. He didn't want to know through Lucifer. If Cas wanted him to know he would have told him himself. When he pressed closer, lips trailing over his jaw, Dean realized just how close they were and that Lucifer was actually rocking against him, making him feel Castiel's
body.
"Cas man..please...you gotta try." Dean implored. He heard Lucifer, Cas used too much energy to save his younger brother and of that he was eternally grateful, but now he needed help. He just hoped he could survive whatever was coming his way.
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He reached up with his free hand, and gave Dean a rough slap across the face.
"Don't talk to him, talk to me."
It was going to be the way things ended for Dean, one way or another. No matter how good he was, how hard he tried, the efforts he went to to purify himself or make the world a better place. He'd go right to Hell in the end.
But right now Hell was on Earth, almost just for him.
He pressed in again, and this time he nibbled at the edge of his jaw, bent in and bit the lobe of Dean's ear, nursing the bruised skin against the warm wetness of his tongue.
Lucifer growled softly, wetly at him, afterwards. "Are you going to make me hurt you?"
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One thing was for certain, unfortunately it looks as though the devil will have to hurt Dean. He doesn't know when to stop and always goes a bit too far. He probably shouldn't have spit in his face but that slap had smarted pretty bad. Dean could still feel the burn on his skin. If only that mouth would stay off his skin, if only he could get away from him.
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It doesn't take effort to choose a room. Lucifer knows the path through the bunker, picks out Castiel's former room, next to Dean's, and drags him right into it, dropping him on the floor and kicking the door shut behind him.
The next thing Dean got was a kick in the side.
"Do that again, and I'll come back when your brother's here."
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He has bruises on his legs and hips from the dragging, his face is bruised, left eye already swelling slightly but he's at least somewhat sure that he isn't bleeding yet. At least on the outside. His cheek was cut inside his mouth, he could taste the blood though it didn't seem to be that bad...yet.
He gave a grunt and tried to curl in on himself when Lucifer dropped him on the floor inside of a room he hadn't really had a chance to look at yet. He heard the door shut but before he could even shit his body to get a glimpse of where he was a booted foot collided with his side pushing all air from his lungs in a harsh gasp. It took a moment or two for him to be able to get a breath in and the pain it brought with it made stars dance in his eyes. He was pretty sure a rib or two was at least cracked after that.
In spite of the pain in his body, his spirit was still intact and his resolve to endure was still strong. While he threat of harm to Sam would normally still his fight, Dean knew that with both of them it would be harder for the devil to win...especially with Cas on the inside.
"Go back to hell you fucktard." Dean hissed up at him from his position on the floor.
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He folded his arms, stepping around Dean carefully. He was curled in to protect himself, all the injury to his body making him ache, but it wasn't enough to make Dean lay off this whole heroic thing.
"You know, I think you'd be singing a different tune if I was fucking him in front of you. It doesn't matter that it's not really Castiel in here, more than enough of you would be jealous to make it worth it."
Lucifer crossed to the TV set, pulling the HDMI cable out the back of it and snapping it out of the Netflix receiver with an equally brisk pull. His purpose was revealed a moment later, when he pulled the end of it around Dean's neck, and looped it so that it pulled closed like a leash. A tug made it close tighter, then release as Lucifer released pressure.
"I think you know how this works. Come here, puppy."
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The noose around his neck was a surprise though. He clawed frantically at it when the devil tugged as his air was cut off. His face turned red, his eyes bulged slightly and he made a gasping strangling sound. Once it was released he gasped in a massive lung full of air and cough violently which aggravated his side something fierce and pulled a pained whine from him. He didn't move though, his mind a bit more occupied at the moment with replacing the oxygen it was deprived of.
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He kept his grip, though, as tight as a rock, bending in closer to hiss in his ear.
"You know, Dean, all it would really take to shake me out of here would be for Castiel to cast me out. He knows I'm here, all he needs to do is rescind his invitation. The mission is much more important than your pride, your chastity. Now when I say heel, you heel. Do you understand?"
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Of course too, everyone knows Dean is far from chaste. The simple comment would normally draw a derisive snort but the firm grip on the back of his neck kept him in line for the moment.
He doesn't want to believe that Cas could stop this if he wanted too. He doesn't think it works like that...otherwise Sam should have been able to cast him out. So it led him to believe the devil was simply trying to get into his head and under his skin.
"No." Dean said when Lucifer told him to heel. He would try his best to not give in just yet. He knew Lucifer had yet to get started...and the longer he lasted the more opportunity Cas had to stop Lucifer.
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He tightened his grip at the back of Dean's throat, and pushed him forward, forcing him along the ground on his hands and knees. Either he'd have to crawl, put his hands and feet in front of him, or else get dragged along helplessly.
Lucifer only stopped when they reached the bed, pushing Dean down across the edge of it. His hands dropped to Dean's shoulders, gripping him tight as he knelt across the backs of his calves, pressing up tight against his ass, sat up straight and high to look imperiously down at him.
"I could just torture you. I could dangle you by your feet from the Empire State building and leave Sam to come and rescue you. What I'm going to do, instead, is speak in this voice and kiss you with these lips. I'm going to put Castiel's hands on you, and Castiel's cock in you, just the way you've always wanted."
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Dean didn't want this for sure, he didn't want to have his first time with Cas to be with Lucifer driving...but the alternative of hanging upside down from the Empire State building sounded much worse. Also Dean could pretend with Cas. Unlike when his brother was involved because ew...he was in love or at least extreme like with Castiel. Even if it was Lucifer driving....he would be thinking of Cas...he would be with Cas who was still inside and he thinks he can handle that.
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"Bad dog. I can see it's going to take a little more work to get you in hand."
The hand holding the leash switched across to that it pinned both of Dean's shoulders. He could keep scrabbling at the cord, now, but as long as Lucifer held the other end it wouldn't be going anywhere. His free hand slipped into the crush space between Dean's hips and the bed, pressed into his jeans, under the waistband of his underwear, and wrapped tightly around him.
"My hand, Dean," he growled, in Castiel's low, serious voice.
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"Not your fucking dog." Dean hissed even as he was pinned to the mattress by his shoulders and a hand was roughly shoved into his pants cupping him with purpose. His teeth clenched together to stem any further sound that touch caused because he would have been ecstatic had it been Cas doing the touching. He also couldn't stop the way his body reacted, his cock twitching in Lucifer's hand at the sound of Castiel's voice being used. Lucifer had to know the reaction it would cause and as such would certainly take advantage of it.
Dean smirked slightly. Just think Luci, you have to wear a partially fallen Seraph to get Dean Winchester to even think about possibly responding favorably to your touch. If nothing else positive came of this...at least he could cling to the fact it was the visual and sounds of Cas making him react like this. Not the archangel.
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"I don't know what's so bad about being a dog, Dean. You get a master who feeds you, waters you, exercises you--gives you a warm bed to sleep in at night. It could be good for you. A comfortable, safe life, so long as you don't bite. If you bite, I have to put you down."
He stroked as he spoke, and withdrew his hand when he'd finished, using rough fingers to pull Dean's jeans down past his hips.
"If you bite, I have to put you down," he repeated, more firmly, before pressing two of his musk-scented fingers against Dean's mouth. "I'd get them good and wet, if I were you."
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He gave a soft grunting sounds as his pants were roughly pushed down to about mid thigh. Wouldn't it be easier to just snap his fingers and have Dean naked? Of course it wouldn't be better for Dean but that's beside the point.
He tried to ignore most of what Lucifer said. He heard the warning though, of course he already knew. He knew better than to risk him forgoing any prep at all. That really would be hard to recover from. Still...he had to fight the urge to vomit when those fingers slipped between his lips. Sure it was the taste of his own arousal but the knowledge of who was pushing it inside of his mouth did trigger his gag reflex.
So he dug deep, he forced himself to concentrate on the texture of Castiel's skin. To focus on the pads of his fingers as they trailed over his tongue and imagine how his angel would respond for him. He imagines he would let out a breathy gasp and those startling blue eyes of his would get all the wider with need and lust for his human charge.
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"Dean..." almost his warning growl voice. "That's good. You can do things with your mouth that I never would have imagined. Your tongue..."
The words were a deep purr, and Lucifer began to thrust the fingers in and out of Dean's mouth, letting him feel them sliding into him, past puckered lips, over his hot, wet tongue.
"So good. I'm going to make you show me what else you can do with that tongue. I'm your idol, Dean--I'm going to make you worship me."
He pulled his hand free, sliding it between his thighs, only to press one wet finger inside.
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Dean sucked on those fingers being sure to get them nice and wet...after all it was likely all he would get and the lack of lots of pain would help him keep his illusion.
That idol thought though, that did strike a small pull of disgust. Cas wouldn't say that, well not unless he was possessed by Leviathans and pretending to be God. Still he did his best to control his reactions. Best not to anger the archangel currently wearing his crush.
It wasn't until one of those fingers slipped inside that Dean was unable to stop a small cry. It was a gasp, barely audible but sure to be heard by the one behind him. His feet arched and his hands clenched in the sheets without his consent, purely instinctual, as he was breached. He clenched around the digit, his body resisting the intrusion and he had to bite his lip to stem off any more sounds. He hopes he can handle this...he really does; for himself and for Cas.
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But he pushed his finger in, letting the slick moisture slip about the outside, and following up with another finger just a moment later. It was a lot to ask Dean for, especially with his pants still mostly on, especially considering he'd never been put through anything like this before.
"It's okay," he murmured, in Castiel's tone. "Relax, I'm not going to hurt you."
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Sorry Dean's being all whiplashy with his will and will not...
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Yikes, sorry about the word failing...dounlit was supposed to be doubt
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