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."
Dean gasped sharply, body shuddering with the force of both the pleasured pain and Lucifer's thrusts. This is what he had wanted for so long. To feel Cas inside of him, with him, loving him. He'd wanted it for years and in spite of his trying to make believe this is Cas doing it he knows in his heart that it isn't.
He called out with his mind knowing Cas could hear him if he prayed directly, he wasn't sure if Lucifer could overhear it but he had to try. He had to make his angel understand. 'Cas, wish it was you...wish you had control. Love you..need you, wanted you for so long.' he prayed directly at him.
With his voice he just called out with moans and groans, no name falling. He wouldn't give lucifer the satisfaction of it. Not if he could help it. His heart broke a bit with the use of Castiel's voice but Lucifer's harsh words. He didn't want to beg...Cas wouldn't make him beg like this during their first time.
Castiel couldn't do much, but as Lucifer spilled over inside him, hips jacking as he rushed into his orgasm, Castiel managed to get through the gap in Lucifer's control. In return for Dean's prayer, he offered a sudden rush of platitude and comfort, peaceful reassurance, as though to say: 'I know, I hear you, I love you too.'
But that was all saying one thing while doing another. Castiel could have thrust Lucifer out, but he didn't--besides, where would Lucifer go if he did? Certainly up to Heaven, or into Sam's dreams and nightmares. He was as much a prison to Lucifer as Lucifer was a prison to him. So as much as he reassured Dean, he ruined him too, spilled hot come inside him, kept thrusting in an effort to pull him, too, over the edge.
Dean felt the wave of love and comfort and knew without a doubt it was from Castiel and not Lucifer. One he didn't even think Lucifer was capable of those feelings let alone trying to convince him of them. No, feeling that made it all the more easier to accept what was happening on some levels and harder on others.
As Cas predicted...Dean felt the comfort but also the bittersweet betrayal of Cas refusing to evict Lucifer from his vessel. Dean did not think any of what was happening was worth his angels life. He knew they could figure it out without the fallen angels help. Somehow, they would work it out. But instead he was being forced to the edge of oblivion by a creature who hated him to his core. He couldn't stop his orgasm from washing over him at the feeling of Lucifer/Cas spilling inside of him. He gasped out, body shaking and clenching tightly as his release swept him up in a flood of pleasure.
Lucifer didn't hang around to enjoy the afterglow where he was. He pulled out sharply, still spilling over the last few pulses of come as he went, leaving it wet across Dean's thigh. He was enjoying watching Dean fall apart far more than his own involvement in it, and the power he had over Castiel himself. It was a gesture, a direct response to Castiel saving Sam's life before, and putting a spanner in the works. He wouldn't have his own vessel messing with his plans.
He pulled back the rest of the way, giving Dean a rough push on the hip so that he fell forward into his own mess.
He came to crouch beside the bed, where he could see his face, already dressed once more, still damp from his exertions.
"Now if I were you, I'd stay out of my way, and keep Sam away too. That is, if you don't want a repeat performance of this."
Dean fell forward uncaring of the mess he landed in. He didn't mind much at the moment, his focus instead on the one beside him. He glanced over at Lucifer his eyes full of hatred and fire in spite of everything that had occurred.
"You're the one who came here, asshole. It wasn't like I was out looking for you." Maybe not directly at least. He'd been looking for a way to save Cas and stop the Darkness, but not overtly looking for the angel himself.
How dare he come here to his home, blackmail him into sex, then act as though he was the one at fault.
"If you think this will make me stop you're insane as well as stupid." Dean mutters to him. He wasn't prepared for what the archangel did just then. The gentle kiss was almost the worst thing to happen to him that night. He knew it was used to throw him off and yet still he couldn't separate the hope and wish that it was Cas giving it too him and not Lucifer.
When the devil pulled away Dean just turned his head away so he could hide the shame on his face. "Get out." His voice was strong in spite of the way he actually felt. How could he have let this happen. If they were in his room he might have been able to do something but alas they were in Castiel's room.
Sam had forgotten his phone, and so he came back rather than heading on for his first stop, to pick it up before he set off again. He came in just as Lucifer was leaving, flinching at the way he grinned viciously at him before galloping up the stairs and into the night.
Sam barely had time to react. He'd come in expecting just Dean, and he hadn't even had his angel blade with him, God knew what would have happened if Lucifer had meant him harm, but Sam is suddenly struck with panic. He sets off through the bunker at top speed, checking the kitchen, then Dean's room, then stumbling past Castiel's before changing his mind and doubling back.
He stumbles in, and then almost immediately to a stop, not sure how to cope with what he's seeing.
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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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He called out with his mind knowing Cas could hear him if he prayed directly, he wasn't sure if Lucifer could overhear it but he had to try. He had to make his angel understand. 'Cas, wish it was you...wish you had control. Love you..need you, wanted you for so long.' he prayed directly at him.
With his voice he just called out with moans and groans, no name falling. He wouldn't give lucifer the satisfaction of it. Not if he could help it. His heart broke a bit with the use of Castiel's voice but Lucifer's harsh words. He didn't want to beg...Cas wouldn't make him beg like this during their first time.
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But that was all saying one thing while doing another. Castiel could have thrust Lucifer out, but he didn't--besides, where would Lucifer go if he did? Certainly up to Heaven, or into Sam's dreams and nightmares. He was as much a prison to Lucifer as Lucifer was a prison to him. So as much as he reassured Dean, he ruined him too, spilled hot come inside him, kept thrusting in an effort to pull him, too, over the edge.
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As Cas predicted...Dean felt the comfort but also the bittersweet betrayal of Cas refusing to evict Lucifer from his vessel. Dean did not think any of what was happening was worth his angels life. He knew they could figure it out without the fallen angels help. Somehow, they would work it out. But instead he was being forced to the edge of oblivion by a creature who hated him to his core. He couldn't stop his orgasm from washing over him at the feeling of Lucifer/Cas spilling inside of him. He gasped out, body shaking and clenching tightly as his release swept him up in a flood of pleasure.
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He pulled back the rest of the way, giving Dean a rough push on the hip so that he fell forward into his own mess.
He came to crouch beside the bed, where he could see his face, already dressed once more, still damp from his exertions.
"Now if I were you, I'd stay out of my way, and keep Sam away too. That is, if you don't want a repeat performance of this."
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"You're the one who came here, asshole. It wasn't like I was out looking for you." Maybe not directly at least. He'd been looking for a way to save Cas and stop the Darkness, but not overtly looking for the angel himself.
How dare he come here to his home, blackmail him into sex, then act as though he was the one at fault.
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He reached forward, patting Dean's cheek, and bent in, turning his head very slightly, looking at him with Castiel's blue eyes.
"Your friend betrayed you, but he did it to save the world, Dean. I think you should bear his wishes in mind."
He didn't leave Dean behind. Instead he bent right in, pressing his mouth against Dean's in, surprisingly, the gentlest possible, lingering kiss.
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When the devil pulled away Dean just turned his head away so he could hide the shame on his face. "Get out." His voice was strong in spite of the way he actually felt. How could he have let this happen. If they were in his room he might have been able to do something but alas they were in Castiel's room.
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Sam barely had time to react. He'd come in expecting just Dean, and he hadn't even had his angel blade with him, God knew what would have happened if Lucifer had meant him harm, but Sam is suddenly struck with panic. He sets off through the bunker at top speed, checking the kitchen, then Dean's room, then stumbling past Castiel's before changing his mind and doubling back.
He stumbles in, and then almost immediately to a stop, not sure how to cope with what he's seeing.
"Dean?"
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