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."
That's new to say the least. If Dean was in any shape to think he would be wondering what Lucifer's end game was here. Surely he had some sort of plan and reason for doing this, right?
Dean gasped again when the second finger slipped in. He groans when those fingers curl just right and stroke along his prostate. He jumps, not expecting the feeling that courses through him. I mean yeah he's expiramented before but nothing like this has ever happened. "Cas..." Dean whined softly his fingers digging into the blankets as pleasure began to fill him.
He'd let Dean sink down into this fantasy and then fuck it up right at the last second. It'd hurt when he remembered.
Lucifer slid his hands away, moved his hands away and tapped Dean's shoulder, so that his clothes evaporated. He moved his fingers to Dean's shoulders, both, and pulled him away from the bed, pulled him around until there was room for Lucifer himself to slump on the bed in front of him, also completely naked, legs parted wide, erection half hard.
Dean panted, arching into the hand stretching him for more. He had enough presence of mind to try once more to get the cord off his neck though..he tried to be subtle about it no overt movements so as to draw suspicion from the one tormenting him.
He realized he'd failed once more though when Lucifer pulled away and rendered him naked. He felt his body lifted up and then in a moment Lucifer was on the bed before him naked as he was. Dean wasn't able to stop the way his eyes roamed over Castiel's naked frame. His cock jumped and his eyes dilated with lust. He wanted Cas...he desperately wanted him but the way Lucifer said "Show me" reminded him it wasn't Cas.
"No, I'm not going to suck you." Dean said shaking his head. it was one thing to lose himself in a fantasy when he couldn't see and another to willingly submit to the archangel wearing his crush.
This time Lucifer didn't pay a great deal of attention to the cord, and the moment he turned Dean to the surprise of his naked body, he knew full well the impression it would make, the way his eyes would roam over him hungrily.
He expected it to hold long enough for Dean to at least bend in toward him, but the moment didn't, and so he wrapped a firm hand around the back of Dean's neck and pulled him up off the floor, bending in toward him to crush their lips together in a rough, passionate kiss. A few seconds of lips mashing hard, and then Lucifer moaned softly, pulling Dean's body against his own and rolling them on the bed, so that he could grind his erection against Dean's, press his tongue into his mouth and lash through him with every inch of passion that this body possessed. His free arm dropped to Dean's thigh, lifting it higher so that his angle, grinding down, did just as much more to drive him wild, and then Lucifer was rolling over just as fast, scooting up the bed and letting Dean entirely free--as if there was ever really such a thing.
"I need you to show me how you feel, Dean," he pulled his feet up, opened his knees wider, making a show of himself, hands stretched out toward him. "Show me how it feels. I want it to be you."
Dean yanked the cord off his neck just before Lucifer pulled him in for a soul searing kiss. Dean wished it was really Cas kissing him, he practically ached for it. The soft skin over hard muscle beneath him, the warm, chapped lips beneath his own. He groaned into the mouth against his own as his own hands ran over solid flesh and held him close. It wasn't until he pulled away that the spell broke once more and Dean shook his head.
"You're not Cas...and I'm not showing you how anything feels." He is willing enough to allow Lucifer to takes what he wants...but he's not going to give in and willingly participate. Not just yet anyway. He realizes it's probably a bad idea, that he's making a poor choice. But he knows that he wouldn't be able to pretend like that. Suddenly his grand idea to just go with it and imagine it was Cas didn't seem like it would work.
Lucifer just shook his head, lips pursed, and tutted at Dean. "Stupid puppy. What's the point in me trying so hard if you're not going to try too?"
And that was all the warning he got, before a telekinetic noose snatched around his throat, an invisible leash that Castiefer reeled in like a fishing line, folding the invisible strand over and over his hands until Dean was face to face with him again. He reached up, curled his fingers in Dean's short hair, petting him just for a moment, before he pulled Dean down toward his cock, staring down at him.
"Blow me, or I'll put Castiel up front and center when I split you open. He'll feel everything, all your pain. Is that what you want?"
Dean struggled for a moment for all the good it did. The invisible cord around his neck pulling him in with startling ease. He had to fight the urge to spit in Lucifer's face once more when he found himself almost nose to nose with him. It hurt, Cas's face with that look of pure hatred and scorn. He reminded himself that it would be alright. He could do this. He could.
He let himself be pushed down, now nose to cock with a rather impressive looking shaft. Not quite as thick as his own but a bit longer and curved. He briefly wondered what it would feel like buried inside of his body but let the thought go as quick as it came. For now...he had to do this. He could pretend. He kept his eyes closed as he leaned forward and let his lips cover the head of slightly weeping shaft before him. His tongue traced the slip, collecting the dew atop it and swallowing lightly. Slightly bitter, salty, not pleasant but he could handle it.
He prayed to his angel, he prayed that Cas understood why he was doing this and that he knew it was really him he was pleasuring. Not Lucifer.
It wasn't like Dean would have to wait very long to find out, but the fact that he obeyed was more than enough, and Lucifer purred his soft approval, let the sound rumble free. Dean was experimental without being brisk and lewd about it, and Lucifer pet him softly, encouraging the wandering tongue.
A moment later he let out a laugh.
"I can hear that," he chided, teasingly. "Every bit. That's adorable. So cute. I tell you what, why don't you two enjoy this moment together, hm? I'll keep control of the limbs, if you don't mind, but everything else..." Another chuckle, and then he fell silent, followed by two staggered little breaths--
"Dean. God, Dean... I'm so sorry."
Sorry Dean's being all whiplashy with his will and will not...
Alright part of him seriously wanted to believe the voice coming from this body was indeed Cas in this moment. He let it wash over him even if he was still a bit hesitant. He knew it wasn't Castiel's fault. Well...actually it was. He said yes to Lucifer after all, that's 100% his fault...but he had good intentions. Of course...the road to hell is paved with those...but it would be decidedly horribly hypocritical for him to not at least give him some bit of grace. How often had he royally fucked up and Cas had always forgiven him in the end?
Dean groaned around the shaft in his mouth. He decided it didn't matter if it was just a joke right now...he was 100% doing this with Cas and no one else. If it meant he got out of it with the majority of his self intact then he could do that.
Castiel was trying to just get his apology out, but things weren't going so well. The feeling of Dean's warm mouth on his cock--it had never felt so electric as it did now, as sensitive. Dean overwhelmed him, and Castiel groaned. He couldn't move, Lucifer wouldn't let him. Lucifer was curling his fingers in Dean's hair, and it was Castiel who was left purring.
"Dean please... I need you to stop. I need to tell you what Lucifer--ah..." Castiel whimpered again. "The Darkness has--"
Suddenly Lucifer's hand was tight around Dean's throat, crushing it, and Castiel reconsidered his protest, swallowed, as his hand unclenched. "I'm sorry, I can't. It's enough that he isn't going to kill you."
Dean's eyes moved up to Castiel's, his mouth started to pull off the shaft in his mouth as a frown overtook his face. Cas was trying to warn him!?! He wasn't prepared for the hand that gripped his neck so suddenly, crushing, cutting off his air and leaving him clawing frantically with wide, terrified eyes.
When Cas stopped trying to pass on information Lucifer's grip lessened and Dean gasped in a lungful of air, his breathing labored for a moment as he stared at the being before him with eyes full of terror.
He was afraid for a moment, afraid he would be made to pay for Castiel's error. And he would...he would gladly pay for it but he honestly hoped he didn't have too. "Just evict him Cas...this isn't worth it. He isn't worth it!"
"I can't," Castiel growled. "He's shown me. The power he can weild, the way he can fight it... Lucifer is the only chance we've got."
For a second, his hands were his own, and he stroked Dean's cheeks, urging him upward very slightly, his eyes so full of his own pain and fear, but absolute certainty.
"I won't deny I've made mistakes before. I have. But this is different, Dean. Even if he burns me out, even if there's nothing left, it would be worth it. Endure this, don't let him win. Do you understand? Please--"
Castiel's expression fell away, and Lucifer pushed Dean back. "I think that's enough soul bonding, hm? I've had enough of his mouth--and yours."
"No Cas. It's not worth it. We can beat her without his help. Evict him. Please. I can't..." Dean couldn't say it. He couldn't give Lucifer the ammo to use against him. He couldn't say that he would die if Cas was gone forever.
He let Cas bring him closer, leaned into his warm touch and felt his eyes go a bit misty. As far as moments go it was pivotal in Deans life for sure. There was no going back now.
When Lucifer took control again Dean glared at him and tried to pull away. "You are probably the biggest douchebag I have ever met. Possibly worse than Zachariah."
Dean didn't have to say it. Castiel knew what Dean thought. This idea that he couldn't survive without him... He was wrong. Dean could survive. Dean didn't need him around to carry on, and to carry on with his brother, and if Castiel saved Sam for Dean then that was enough. He'd come into their lives, and he could leave them too, and one day Dean would be grateful that he had. There would be no more of this.
Maybe when this was over, he'd put his angel blade through himself, in order to keep Lucifer from hurting Dean any more.
"I haven't actually threatened to fuck your dead mother, Dean, so I'm thinking that in terms of how reasonable I am, that still leaves me right up there."
He pushed off the bed again, bringing his hand around to Dean's shoulder, gripping him tight. "Get up on the bed."
Dean was pretty damn sure that his life is much better because Cas is in it. After all, he gripped him tight and raised him from perdition. Dean wouldn't even be here to kneel at Lucifer/Castiel's feet if it wasn't for him. So he was pretty certain, in spite of the mistakes BOTH of them had made...they were better off for having known each other.
"What the actual fuck?" Dean deadpans at the mention of fucking his dead mother. Why would he even bring that up? Besides, it was one of his demons that killed his mother, so really all of his problems could be traced back to Lucifer for creating Lilith, tempting Eve the mother of all evil, giving Cain the Mark, ALL OF IT!
He struggled against the grip on his shoulder as he was practically manhandled onto the bed. He landed on his stomach and tried to scramble up towards the headboard. He was not sure how this was going to go but he was pretty sure it was going to hurt because the spit used to tease him earlier had certain disappeared and the spit around Castiel's cock was also sure to be dry.
Well, to be fair, Zachariah was the one who was getting frisky with Mary Winchester in Heaven, not Lucifer.
Lucifer rolled his eyes, bending forward as Dean scrambled away, digging his fingernails into Dean's ankle. He gave him another pull, so that any progress he'd made toward the headboard failed. Lucifer came up over him, sitting across his back. He bent in, pressing his lips to Dean's ear.
"You don't think Castiel spent all that time in here just watching House of Cards, do you?"
He raised his hand up, and a drawer beside the bed flew open, a tube of lubricant jumping into his hand. He gave it a little shake at Dean. "They say the devil makes work for idle hands, but your angel seemed to make more than enough work for himself, mm? I wonder what his dirty fantasies involved. Oh wait, I don't have to."
Dean hissed and had to fight the desire to kick Lucifer because that would break his foot and anger him further. No, he let himself be pulled and instead fisted his hands in the blankets to steady himself what he knew was going to happen eventually.
At his comment Dean wisely chose to keep his mouth shut. He knew Cas wasn't just watching House of Cards. He was prone to do the same thing in his own room with the angels name on his lips as he spilled. What he wasn't expecting but was grateful for was the lube. He was glad it was at least being used in some capacity.
He didn't have to - he really, really didn't have to - but Lucifer swiped lube over his erection before his slippery hands found Dean's hips, pulling him a few inches up off the bed so that he could get a better angle. Without even using his hands, he nudged the head of his erection into place, before following through, driving deep.
Oh, it was deeply, deeply satisfying. Dean Winchester had literally fucked him over, last time they'd met, but this time--this time the ball was - the balls were - in his court. He went that deep, aiming to split Dean open, perhaps, but much more than that he aimed to humiliate him, and if he could make Dean come? He'd never live it down, whether Lucifer was using his angel's body to do it to him or not.
Dean wasn't prepared for Lucifer's grip on his hips or the abrupt shift of angle, and he certainly wasn't ready for his entrance.
"Son of a bitch!!" Dean cried out sharply, eyes watering and his hands clenching tightly in the blankets because fuck that hurt. He needed a moment, he really did, but he wasn't granted one. His hips started aching almost instantly with the harsh pace he set.
It was probably the seventh or eighth thrust that Lucifer brushed Dean's prostate sending a jolt of pleasure to counter the pain filling his body. "Cas..." Dean whined softly, sniffling as the pleasure began to overpower the pain and he knew with certainty he would climax at least once before Lucifer was finished with him.
"That's it. Call his name. Castiel's still in denial over how much you wanted this, let him hear you bellow out your lungs for him."
Lucifer snorted amusement, bending into his plowing thrusts. Castiel's body really was perfect for this kind of work, short, strong and compact, but it was the emotional connection that was really doing the trick. Lucifer could have stimulated Dean's prostate with electricity or vibrations, but nothing cut into his soul the way this was cutting, right now, driving indelible scars into it such as Dean would never be able to remove, especially if Castiel never came back to him.
But perhaps even if he did.
He squeezed roughly at Dean's cock, all of a sudden, pulling up toward his belly.
"Call my name," he growled, in Castiel's voice, inches away from Dean's right shoulder. "Beg me to make you come."
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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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Dean gasped again when the second finger slipped in. He groans when those fingers curl just right and stroke along his prostate. He jumps, not expecting the feeling that courses through him. I mean yeah he's expiramented before but nothing like this has ever happened. "Cas..." Dean whined softly his fingers digging into the blankets as pleasure began to fill him.
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He'd let Dean sink down into this fantasy and then fuck it up right at the last second. It'd hurt when he remembered.
Lucifer slid his hands away, moved his hands away and tapped Dean's shoulder, so that his clothes evaporated. He moved his fingers to Dean's shoulders, both, and pulled him away from the bed, pulled him around until there was room for Lucifer himself to slump on the bed in front of him, also completely naked, legs parted wide, erection half hard.
"Show me."
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He realized he'd failed once more though when Lucifer pulled away and rendered him naked. He felt his body lifted up and then in a moment Lucifer was on the bed before him naked as he was. Dean wasn't able to stop the way his eyes roamed over Castiel's naked frame. His cock jumped and his eyes dilated with lust. He wanted Cas...he desperately wanted him but the way Lucifer said "Show me" reminded him it wasn't Cas.
"No, I'm not going to suck you." Dean said shaking his head. it was one thing to lose himself in a fantasy when he couldn't see and another to willingly submit to the archangel wearing his crush.
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He expected it to hold long enough for Dean to at least bend in toward him, but the moment didn't, and so he wrapped a firm hand around the back of Dean's neck and pulled him up off the floor, bending in toward him to crush their lips together in a rough, passionate kiss. A few seconds of lips mashing hard, and then Lucifer moaned softly, pulling Dean's body against his own and rolling them on the bed, so that he could grind his erection against Dean's, press his tongue into his mouth and lash through him with every inch of passion that this body possessed. His free arm dropped to Dean's thigh, lifting it higher so that his angle, grinding down, did just as much more to drive him wild, and then Lucifer was rolling over just as fast, scooting up the bed and letting Dean entirely free--as if there was ever really such a thing.
"I need you to show me how you feel, Dean," he pulled his feet up, opened his knees wider, making a show of himself, hands stretched out toward him. "Show me how it feels. I want it to be you."
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"You're not Cas...and I'm not showing you how anything feels." He is willing enough to allow Lucifer to takes what he wants...but he's not going to give in and willingly participate. Not just yet anyway. He realizes it's probably a bad idea, that he's making a poor choice. But he knows that he wouldn't be able to pretend like that. Suddenly his grand idea to just go with it and imagine it was Cas didn't seem like it would work.
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And that was all the warning he got, before a telekinetic noose snatched around his throat, an invisible leash that Castiefer reeled in like a fishing line, folding the invisible strand over and over his hands until Dean was face to face with him again. He reached up, curled his fingers in Dean's short hair, petting him just for a moment, before he pulled Dean down toward his cock, staring down at him.
"Blow me, or I'll put Castiel up front and center when I split you open. He'll feel everything, all your pain. Is that what you want?"
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He let himself be pushed down, now nose to cock with a rather impressive looking shaft. Not quite as thick as his own but a bit longer and curved. He briefly wondered what it would feel like buried inside of his body but let the thought go as quick as it came. For now...he had to do this. He could pretend. He kept his eyes closed as he leaned forward and let his lips cover the head of slightly weeping shaft before him. His tongue traced the slip, collecting the dew atop it and swallowing lightly. Slightly bitter, salty, not pleasant but he could handle it.
He prayed to his angel, he prayed that Cas understood why he was doing this and that he knew it was really him he was pleasuring. Not Lucifer.
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A moment later he let out a laugh.
"I can hear that," he chided, teasingly. "Every bit. That's adorable. So cute. I tell you what, why don't you two enjoy this moment together, hm? I'll keep control of the limbs, if you don't mind, but everything else..." Another chuckle, and then he fell silent, followed by two staggered little breaths--
"Dean. God, Dean... I'm so sorry."
Sorry Dean's being all whiplashy with his will and will not...
Dean groaned around the shaft in his mouth. He decided it didn't matter if it was just a joke right now...he was 100% doing this with Cas and no one else. If it meant he got out of it with the majority of his self intact then he could do that.
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Castiel was trying to just get his apology out, but things weren't going so well. The feeling of Dean's warm mouth on his cock--it had never felt so electric as it did now, as sensitive. Dean overwhelmed him, and Castiel groaned. He couldn't move, Lucifer wouldn't let him. Lucifer was curling his fingers in Dean's hair, and it was Castiel who was left purring.
"Dean please... I need you to stop. I need to tell you what Lucifer--ah..." Castiel whimpered again. "The Darkness has--"
Suddenly Lucifer's hand was tight around Dean's throat, crushing it, and Castiel reconsidered his protest, swallowed, as his hand unclenched. "I'm sorry, I can't. It's enough that he isn't going to kill you."
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When Cas stopped trying to pass on information Lucifer's grip lessened and Dean gasped in a lungful of air, his breathing labored for a moment as he stared at the being before him with eyes full of terror.
He was afraid for a moment, afraid he would be made to pay for Castiel's error. And he would...he would gladly pay for it but he honestly hoped he didn't have too. "Just evict him Cas...this isn't worth it. He isn't worth it!"
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For a second, his hands were his own, and he stroked Dean's cheeks, urging him upward very slightly, his eyes so full of his own pain and fear, but absolute certainty.
"I won't deny I've made mistakes before. I have. But this is different, Dean. Even if he burns me out, even if there's nothing left, it would be worth it. Endure this, don't let him win. Do you understand? Please--"
Castiel's expression fell away, and Lucifer pushed Dean back. "I think that's enough soul bonding, hm? I've had enough of his mouth--and yours."
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He let Cas bring him closer, leaned into his warm touch and felt his eyes go a bit misty. As far as moments go it was pivotal in Deans life for sure. There was no going back now.
When Lucifer took control again Dean glared at him and tried to pull away. "You are probably the biggest douchebag I have ever met. Possibly worse than Zachariah."
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Maybe when this was over, he'd put his angel blade through himself, in order to keep Lucifer from hurting Dean any more.
"I haven't actually threatened to fuck your dead mother, Dean, so I'm thinking that in terms of how reasonable I am, that still leaves me right up there."
He pushed off the bed again, bringing his hand around to Dean's shoulder, gripping him tight. "Get up on the bed."
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"What the actual fuck?" Dean deadpans at the mention of fucking his dead mother. Why would he even bring that up? Besides, it was one of his demons that killed his mother, so really all of his problems could be traced back to Lucifer for creating Lilith, tempting Eve the mother of all evil, giving Cain the Mark, ALL OF IT!
He struggled against the grip on his shoulder as he was practically manhandled onto the bed. He landed on his stomach and tried to scramble up towards the headboard. He was not sure how this was going to go but he was pretty sure it was going to hurt because the spit used to tease him earlier had certain disappeared and the spit around Castiel's cock was also sure to be dry.
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Lucifer rolled his eyes, bending forward as Dean scrambled away, digging his fingernails into Dean's ankle. He gave him another pull, so that any progress he'd made toward the headboard failed. Lucifer came up over him, sitting across his back. He bent in, pressing his lips to Dean's ear.
"You don't think Castiel spent all that time in here just watching House of Cards, do you?"
He raised his hand up, and a drawer beside the bed flew open, a tube of lubricant jumping into his hand. He gave it a little shake at Dean. "They say the devil makes work for idle hands, but your angel seemed to make more than enough work for himself, mm? I wonder what his dirty fantasies involved. Oh wait, I don't have to."
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At his comment Dean wisely chose to keep his mouth shut. He knew Cas wasn't just watching House of Cards. He was prone to do the same thing in his own room with the angels name on his lips as he spilled. What he wasn't expecting but was grateful for was the lube. He was glad it was at least being used in some capacity.
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Oh, it was deeply, deeply satisfying. Dean Winchester had literally fucked him over, last time they'd met, but this time--this time the ball was - the balls were - in his court. He went that deep, aiming to split Dean open, perhaps, but much more than that he aimed to humiliate him, and if he could make Dean come? He'd never live it down, whether Lucifer was using his angel's body to do it to him or not.
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"Son of a bitch!!" Dean cried out sharply, eyes watering and his hands clenching tightly in the blankets because fuck that hurt. He needed a moment, he really did, but he wasn't granted one. His hips started aching almost instantly with the harsh pace he set.
It was probably the seventh or eighth thrust that Lucifer brushed Dean's prostate sending a jolt of pleasure to counter the pain filling his body. "Cas..." Dean whined softly, sniffling as the pleasure began to overpower the pain and he knew with certainty he would climax at least once before Lucifer was finished with him.
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Lucifer snorted amusement, bending into his plowing thrusts. Castiel's body really was perfect for this kind of work, short, strong and compact, but it was the emotional connection that was really doing the trick. Lucifer could have stimulated Dean's prostate with electricity or vibrations, but nothing cut into his soul the way this was cutting, right now, driving indelible scars into it such as Dean would never be able to remove, especially if Castiel never came back to him.
But perhaps even if he did.
He squeezed roughly at Dean's cock, all of a sudden, pulling up toward his belly.
"Call my name," he growled, in Castiel's voice, inches away from Dean's right shoulder. "Beg me to make you come."
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Yikes, sorry about the word failing...dounlit was supposed to be doubt
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