SPN: You Bring the Collar, I'll Bring the Cuffs 6
When Castiel arrived back home, it was to find that Sam was still in his room. It didn’t look like he’d left at all, and Castiel felt a flash of guilt. He knocked on the door and called out softly.
“Sam, please come out. We need to talk about last night.” With that he turned and made his way back to the table, sitting in his usual place and trying to relax a bit. Shortly after, Sam came out of his room and joined him, head bowed in subservience.
“Listen, Sam,” Castiel tried to find the right words. “What you’re feeling for me isn’t real. It’s the collar controlling your desires. I’ve tried looking for ways around it. I want to find some way to free you, give you back your choices.” I want you to choose me, Castiel kept those particular words to himself. “But anything I try would end up hurting you more. Possibly even killing you. So we’re going to have to try something different.”
“I’m sorry Master,” Sam started, and Castiel knew he was blaming himself.
“Don’t,” Castiel reached out without thinking, putting his hand around Sam’s wrist. “The collar is messing with your mind.” He paused again, unsure of how to phrase the next part. “Dean also told me that when your previous master drugged you, you became addicted to demon blood. Is this true?”
“I… yes…” It seemed Sam wanted to deny it, but the desire to please his master was too great to fight.
“Have you been drinking it while you were here?” Castiel did his best to keep his voice level, not wanting to scare Sam any more than he already was.
“I had some left,” Sam admitted. “I took the last of it a couple days ago.”
“Okay. That’s it, you’re not having any more.”
Sam’s head shot up and he looked at Castiel in alarm.
“What? No, Master please, I need it!”
“No you don’t,” Castiel was a little taken aback by Sam’s vehemence. “The only effect it has on humans is as an intense aphrodisiac. You don’t need it, once you’re off it you won’t,” Castiel felt the words catch in his throat, but forced them out. “You won’t want me all the time.”
“You don’t understand,” Sam rose from his seat and started pacing, agitated and - if Castiel was reading him correctly - a little scared. “It’s more than that, I need to keep drinking it - just a little, please!”
“No, Sam. It has no effect-”
“It negates the collar!”
Castiel froze, mind suddenly blank. From the looks of things, Sam hadn’t meant to blurt that out and was about five seconds away from a panic attack. Castiel knew he had to tread carefully now if he didn’t want to lose Sam.
“It negates the collar,” he repeated softly. “Sam, do you mean that you feel no compulsion to do as I say?”
“Only…” Sam closed his eyes and hunched in, steeling himself for an attack. “Only when I’m late with the dosage, or don’t take enough. I’ve been careful to not overdose, to just take enough to keep my own mind.”
“And you followed orders so that no one would know, acted exactly how everyone would expect to avoid suspicion,” Castiel rose slowly, moving towards Sam with his hand outstretched. The boy couldn’t stop the flinch, and Castiel reached out to gather him close with his wings. “Sam, I’m not angry. This is wonderful! This is what I’ve been looking for, don’t you see? I wanted you to have your own mind. I want you to have choices.”
“I’m sorry I lied,” Sam whimpered a little, though he relaxed as Castiel wrapped his arms around him. “I should have told you sooner.”
“It’s okay,” Castiel smiled into Sam’s shoulder. “I’ll get you more. We’ll have to do some experimenting, work out the safest dosage for you.”
“Thank you.”
The pair stayed like that for a few minutes. When he finally allowed himself to admit it, Castiel realised that he liked the proximity that Sam was allowing him. He liked that Sam wanted to be with him, and had followed orders because he wanted to, not because he had to. His repeated objections to bedding Sam seemed to be fading quickly - if Sam made a move again, he was fairly sure that he would give in.
Reluctantly, Castiel released Sam and stepped away. If it had been a few days since Sam’s last dose of demon blood, he should probably get some more - Castiel didn’t want him to regress to a mindless drone, not when he could have the real thing.
“Well, I’d best go find a demon to bleed. I’ll be back this evening.” He started to leave, then turned back. “Oh, and you might want to call your brother. I’m sure Dean will want to know that you’re all right. Gabriel’s speed dial one.”
A few nights later they were back on the couch, this time with Castiel’s wing arched over so that Sam could run his fingers through the feathers. As loathe as Castiel was to admit it, Sam was very good at this. He’d told Castiel that it was Anna who had taught him how to do this properly, which made Castiel feel a little better about it. After all, Anna wouldn’t have been trying to corrupt a child, she would have simply been teaching him a valuable skill.
“Castiel?” Sam no longer called Castiel Master, unless they were around others who might object to a slave being so familiar. Neither of them wanted anyone to have cause to take Sam away.
“Yes, Sam?”
“Just so you know, I… I meant what I said.”
“Which thing that you said? We’ve had several conversations these past few days.”
“When…” Sam trailed off, apparently concentrating on some scrunched up feathers. Castiel waited patiently for several minutes, then moved his wing so that it was covering Sam like a blanket. It was a little awkward, but it made Sam smile.
“Sam, do you want to discuss this or not?”
“When I said that I wanted you,” Sam avoided looking directly at Castiel, and blushed darkly. “I was telling the truth. You’ve been good to me, and I… I really like you, I promise it’s not the collar or the blood, I just-”
Castiel moved without thinking, rolling both of them onto the floor and landing on top of Sam, straddling his waist. He leaned forwards, one hand on Sam’s shoulder and the other gripping his hair to bring his head up into a kiss that left both men breathless.
“I want you too,” Castiel muttered when he finally pulled away, only to press forwards again. “Didn’t want if it wasn’t real.”
“It’s real,” Sam was smiling at him then, a smile that Castiel knew he wanted to see more often.
Castiel nipped lightly at Sam’s lower lip before pulling back just enough to undo the fastenings on his shirt and pull it off. Sam seemed pleased with this turn of events, as it let him raise himself up onto his elbows to press kisses along Castiel’s chest. He startled a little when he found that Castiel had no nipples, and no belly button, but quickly decided that there were more important things to focus on - such as the way Castiel was grinding down with just enough pressure to really feel good.
“Cas…” Sam groaned, wrapping one arm around Castiel’s waist. The angel shivered at the name and allowed himself to fall forwards, bringing Sam’s face back within kissing range.
The pair slowed a little, pressing their naked chests together and enjoying the sensations as they kissed. Castiel ran his hand through Sam’s hair again, turning what had been a soothing gesture into a gentle seduction. He raised himself up a little and realised that he wanted something a little different than what Sam was probably expecting.
With one powerful flap of his wings, Castiel launched himself and Sam into the air, landing over at the table. He’d never been more grateful for the high ceilings, as he placed Sam on the chair, settling on his lap and rocking forwards again.
“Woah,” Sam was blinking hard, taken aback by the sudden relocation. He was distracted, however, by Castiel slipping his hands between them to undo the drawstring on his pants.
“Sam,” he breathed against his human’s shoulder, “please, I want you in me.”
“Cas, are you sure?” Sam jerked back, cupping Castiel’s face in one giant hand.
Castiel turned his head to press a kiss to Sam’s palm, then nodded.
“Yes. I won’t always roll over for you, but this time I want it.” With that, he managed to get his hand into Sam’s pants and wrap it around his dick. Sam’s breath hitched, then evened out as he ran his own hands down Castiel’s body and around to cup his behind.
It was an awkward angle, but Castiel couldn’t bring himself to move further away from Sam, even if it would be more comfortable. He kept his strokes slow and firm, rubbing the crown with his thumb every few strokes in order to coax small sounds of enjoyment from him. With his other hand Castiel held the back of Sam’s neck, squeezing gently now and then.
“Cas… oh, Cas,” Sam slid a hand inside the back of Castiel’s slacks, the other reaching back to undo the trousers and free Castiel’s erection as well. Soon he batted Castiel’s hand away from himself, and wrapped a hand around both dicks as the men pressed against each other again.
“Sam, please,” Castiel whispered, wanting more.
“Okay, I got you,” Sam pressed his temple against Castiel’s, trying to focus for a moment. “We’ll need something for lu… lubrication.”
Castiel smiled at the stammer, noting how embarrassed Sam seemed to be when talking about this. He decided, however, that now wasn’t the time to call him on it and instead concentrated on recalling something Gabriel had taught him years ago.
“What the?” Sam twitched as the hand currently caressing Castiel’s backside was suddenly coated in some sort of oily substance. He turned to look Castiel in the eye, and the angel shrugged.
“Gabriel taught me. Said it might come in useful one day. He refused to teach me how to make other things appear, but made sure I could create lube and chocolate sauce.”
“Of course he did,” Sam’s shoulders shook with laughter, even as he started rubbing two fingers between the swell of Castiel’s behind.
“Come on,” Castiel encouraged him, wrapping his wings around them both to help ground himself. “You don’t need to be gentle with me. Any damage you inflict, I can heal.”
“If you’re sure,” Sam looked up with wide eyes, laughter forgotten as he drew closer to penetrating his angel.
“I’m sure,” Castiel nodded, slipping forwards a little for a brief kiss. “You can’t hurt me for long.”
Sam nodded, and pressed a finger up inside Castiel. The angel tensed briefly, before forcing himself to relax - one of the benefits of inhabiting his earthly body for so long being his ability to control his muscles much more than a human could. Sam was soon able to press another finger into him and start thrusting them slowly, matching the rhythm of his other hand on their erections.
“Sam, Sam that’s good,” Castiel barely recognised his own voice, it had dropped so low in his arousal. “I’m ready.”
“Just a little more,” Sam stalled, briefly sliding a third finger in. He was clearly worried about hurting Castiel, even if the worries were unfounded. Castiel, however, was certain of what he could handle and stretched his legs down to brace his feet on the floor, standing just enough to hover over Sam’s dick. His strength made it a simple matter to tear open his trousers and kick off the tatters before glaring at his human.
“I said, I’m ready,” he growled down at Sam, who quickly nodded and withdrew his fingers. Castiel rewarded him with a quick but deep kiss, and started to lower himself back down to sit fully on Sam’s lap. As he felt himself be breached, Castiel closed his eyes and forced his muscles to accept the strange intrusion, focusing on the fact that he was giving something up to Sam that he’d never considered before.
“Cas, you okay?”
Sam’s voice was breathless, sounding about as wrecked as Castiel felt. In answer, Castiel let go completely and seated himself around Sam in one swift action. He heard Sam’s yelp of surprise and opened his eyes again, wrapping his arms around Sam’s neck as he felt the human’s arms wrap around his waist.
“I’m fine,” Castiel responded, not allowing himself to show how overwhelmed he was starting to feel. “How are you?”
“Cas…” Sam shook his head in wonder, and Castiel didn’t think he’d done a very good job of hiding his feelings. “I’ve never done this before,” Sam admitted, which confused Castiel for a moment. “I mean, I’ve never willingly had sex with anyone… and I’ve never topped a guy…”
“Well,” Castiel shifted a little, causing both men to let out small groans of satisfaction, “I’ve never taken it before. Never been that good at relationships.”
“I see…” Sam started moving his hips as well, and soon the males were moving smoothly together. “A night for firsts then.”
“Yes. Now stop talking and fuck me.”
Sam let out a surprised laugh at that, having never heard Castiel swear before - but did as he was asked. He couldn’t get much leverage with Castiel sitting on top of him, pressed close enough that the angel’s dick was trapped between their stomachs, but he could reach up and caress the dark wings that still surrounded them both.
Castiel increased the movements of his hips as Sam ran his fingers through the feathers, leaning forwards to bury his face in the crook of Sam’s neck. He hadn’t been prepared for how vulnerable he felt, spread open and allowing someone else inside of him, but he thought he could grow to like the sensations that Sam was inspiring.
“Fuck Cas,” Sam groaned, trying to keep himself from coming too soon. “You have no idea how much I wanted you, that first night I thought about you while I fingered myself open.” His mouth was running without asking his brain for permission, but from the way Castiel moaned above him he was fairly sure the angel didn’t mind. “Hoped you were gonna fuck me hard, didn’t expect you to be all noble. Was so desperate for you, had to ask Dean how to get your attention. Had to put up with him giving me shit all day for not being able to seduce my own master.”
“Sam,” Castiel burrowed his eyes further against Sam’s neck, breathing hard as he kept moving. He was at the perfect angle now, and knew he was so close to coming undone. “Sam, soon. I’m gonna…”
“Please,” Sam gripped his wings tighter. “Come for me Cas, show me what I do to you, show me how much you want me.”
“Sam!” With a final thrust down, his cock rubbing between their stomachs and Sam’s hands in his feathers, Castiel tensed up and found his release, hips jerking a little as his come splashed up against them both.
“Oh fuck,” Sam whispered, soon following Castiel over the edge.
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