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Careful What You Wish For	By : HeadmasterFelix Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2299 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Holy Hell
Sam poured himself a glass of wine and, not really thinking, offered some to Cas.
Castiel shook his head but remarked "That's an odd choice for you, isn't it?"
With a shrug, "Eh, not really. I just usually don't want to deal with the looks Dean gives me for it."
He swallowed half the glass and walked over to Castiel, who was sitting at the large table in the main room. After gently setting his wine down, he suddenly straddled the angel.
Cas smirked up at the Winchester towering over him. "Well, hello."
Sam chuckled. "Hi," he rested his arms on the back of the chair and hunched over so their lips could meet.
Castiel ran his hands over Sam's sides as they kissed, and Sam gripped his head and hair. Soon, Sam loosened and discarded Cas's tie and unfastened the top few buttons of his shirt to gain better access to the angel's bare skin. The two carried on like this for several minutes before a loud, clear knock resinated through the main hall.
Very slowly, Sam pulled off of and away from Cas, and went to answer the door.
Crowley smiled and handed a bottle to Sam, which he took by reflex as the demon king pushed past him. "Sorry I'm late, could hardly remember where the bloody place was," he scanned the room with his eyes, taking note of Castiel's state of dress. "I see you started without me. Fair enough, I'd've done the same."
Sam closed the door and looked at the bottle, only half-listening to Crowley. The label offered no words. It was a piece of parchment depicting a fairy, done in green ink. "Is this..." he dropped the question, answering it for himself.
Crowley stripped out of his overcoat and suit jacket, setting them neatly over the back of a chair. "Open it up, Moose. For some reason, bedding an angel and a demon hunter makes me nostalgic for the old world."
Sam laughed a little and brought it to the counter.
Castiel stood and felt like he should say something, but wasn't sure what. "Hello."
He turned to look at the other man. "Evening, Cas. Doing well, I see." Crowley smirked and eyed the not-so-subtle tenting in his trousers.
Cas, quite unaccustomed to dealing with such things, looked away and grumbled something incoherent.
"I hope you're fine with it plain, we don't exactly keep sugar cubes around."
Crowley laughed and walked to the counter of the kitchenette. "Not a problem. Pour one for DeeDee too, will you?"
Sam did as he was asked. "Okay, I'll bite. What's DeeDee mean?"
Castiel gathered at the counter as well, not yet certain he would be partaking.
"Do you want a hint or shall I just spoil it for you?"
"I doubt a hint would help, Crowley,"
He narrowed his eyes at Sam, considering whether or not it the use of his name rather than title counted as an infraction.
Sam noticed, and a twisted excitement stirred deep in him. He cleared his throat. "So, yeah, just spoil it."
Castiel watched the exchange and tried to puzzle out just what was left unspoken.
"Dudley Do-Right, of course."
Sam laughed, concealing that he really knew nothing about Rocky and Bullwinkle. "Oh, yeah, of course."
Crowley was unconvinced but didn't really care to pursue it. He picked up the second glass and handed it to Castiel. Sam picked up his own. "Seems we should toast, yeah? How about it, Moose?"
"Me?" Sam briefly looked concerned. "Uh, yeah, okay... Sláinte?"
The demon half-frowned. "Is that it? Sláinte? I'm at once appalled and disappointed." His expression returned to pseudo-cheerful. "To good times, good company, and getting to know one another. Biblically," he raised his glass.
Sam nodded and raised his glass. In hushed tone, "Now do I...?"
Crowley sighed, "Yes, yes, go ahead."
"Sláinte,"
"Sláinte," Crowley responded, with a much better Scottish accent than Sam had.
Castiel seemed amused and raised his glass. "Sláinte."
And together, the three emptied their small glasses of the green liquor.
Several minutes later, Sam had ushered the other two into his room, Crowley's coats in his arm just in case Dean came home early. He closed and locked the door behind them, and then stood, feeling awkward and unsure where to go from here.
Crowley, of course, had no such qualms. As with all difficult social situations, they simply needed an ice breaker. After pulling a pack of condoms from his pocket and setting them on Sam's bedside table, he turned to Castiel. Swiftly, he hooked a finger in one of his belt loops and pulled him in. Cas, caught off guard, stumbled into him and was swept into a kiss.
Sam stood dumbfounded, and gently tossed the jackets aside as he watched the angel and demon lock lips. Something was incredibly wrong, and incredibly enticing, about what he was witnessing.
Castiel participated fully, opening his mouth and inviting in Crowley's tongue.
"Moose," he spoke as he undid the last few buttons of Cas's shirt. "Clothes, off, now," and returned his lips to Castiel's.
Sam started to strip, going down to his underwear. His steadily growing erection was plain as day.
Once Crowley half-undressed Castiel, he pulled away from the Angel. He looked at Sam and pointed to the ground right between Castiel and himself. "Knees."
Doing as he was told, Sam kneeled between the angel and demon.
Castiel watched this all unfold, not certain what was happening, but sure that Sam would disobey if he cared to.
"Pants, and I'm sure you know what I'm going to demand next," he pointed to Cas, but was directing Sam.
His face and chest flushed; he nodded. Facing Castiel, he unfastened his belt and fly, eventually freeing his cock from its confines and sucking it into his mouth.
Cas groaned and his eyes half-closed. He set a hand on Sam's head, feeling his hair as his head bobbed forward and back.
Crowley, still fully dressed and completely in control, licked his lips and watched the scene unfold before him. After a few moments, he directed further. "That's a good Moose. If only you could see from my perspective. You're making your guardian angel so pleased. I'd say you deserve a bit of a reward. Touch yourself, Moose. Go ahead."
Suddenly, it dawned on him what Crowley was doing. A night of new experiences, Castiel decided to play along. Just as Sam's hand traveled over the stiffness trapped in his boxer briefs, he got another command. "Not yet, Sam. In all labor there is profit."
Sam hesitated.
Crowley was quite glad Sam couldn't see him, as he was nearly laughing. "Is that Proverbs? Chapter fourteen, I want to say. Low blow, and well played. Here's my counter offer: Do as I fucking say, Moose"
There was that word again. It sent a shiver up his spine. He rubbed himself through the thin fabric of his underwear and brought his other hand up to aid his efforts with Castiel.
Cas didn't object further, still uncertain if he wanted to be engaging in a power struggle with Crowley over Sam. When he felt himself drawing a bit closer than he wanted to be at this juncture, he very slightly tightened his grip on Sam's hair and pulled him off. With a subtle head motion, he urged Sam to turn around.
He shuffled on his knees a bit to face Crowley. By the time he got all the way around, the demon king had unfastened his trousers and conveniently exposed himself for Sam. He was still otherwise fully dressed.
As Sam struggled to be of service to his King, Castiel stripped the rest of the way, and then commented. "What's the matter, Crowley? Feeling self-conscious?" It was an intentional jab.
He scoffed and spoke to Castiel, unsurprisingly accustomed to holding full conversations while being fellated. "What, because I didn't pick Sunday School Ken for a vessel you think I must be self-conscious?"
Cas shrugged, "I'm not sure why else you'd still be dressed. Or have you somehow forgotten how this goes?"
Crowley rolled his eyes. "With insults that flimsy, you must really be dying to get me nude," he was already pulling off his tie.
Sam whimpered a bit, trying his best and feeling like he was having very little impact.
Crowley pulled him off. "Don't feel bad, Moose. You're new and my tastes have matured. Now, stand up and take those off."
He did as he was told, and once they were both fully undressed, Crowley pulled him into a hot and nearly vicious kiss. He draped his arms over the demon's shoulders, loosely embracing him.
Behind Sam's back, Crowley beckoned to Castiel with a finger, imploring him to come up right behind Sam.
Seeing no reason not to follow the demon's lead, he pressed up against the Winchester, which elicited a groan. Although he could barely reach, Castiel nipped at Sam's neck and began to lavish the soft skin with lips and tongue and teeth.
Wasting no more time, Crowley wrapped his hand around Sam's cock, stroking it roughly.
Sam stuttered and gasped meaningless syllables, quickly becoming overwhelmed by all of the contact.
"You can fix him if he fires a little early, yeah?" he cocked an eyebrow.
Castiel nodded. "I can mend bones, I'm sure I can remove a refractory period."
Crowley grinned up at Sam. "Oh Moose, we're going to have so much fun tonight."
Sam bit his lower lip, unsure if he was pleased or intimidated by the prospect.
He altered his grip a bit, more skill and less blunt force. "Do you want to come for me, Moose? Just like this, with Castiel pressed up against you?"
He swallowed hard and nodded, trying to keep eye contact, as he knew that's what Crowley liked.
"Yes? I think that's a yes but I can't know unless you say something," he had that old, smug smirk again.
"Y- yes, please," he was thrusting into Crowley's hand now, although he was hardly aware he was doing it.
"Hmm, no, still can't hear you. I think you're forgetting the magic word."
Sam's face went hot with embarrassment and arousal. "Please, King."
"Come, Sam. Give in. I'll pick you back up; I always will." Cas spoke quietly into his ear.
Crowley was almost deeply impressed with Castiel's manipulation, but he quickly became distracted by something warm and slick coating his abdomen and hand.
Sam's knees went weak and he lost a bit of his balance. As promised, Castiel supported him and, after a moment, granted him strength again.
Crowley licked the fluid from his fingers as he watched the almost-touching exchange between angel and Winchester. He wanted to interrupt them with some bit of snark, but thought better of it. Instead, he waited for Sam's puppy-dog eyes to meet his naturally. He spoke with a gentle tone. "Bed, Moose. Time for the real fun to start."
Sam went to his bed, and Castiel followed immediately behind him. Before Crowley could give more direction, Sam was on his back and Cas was on top of him; the two were making out like teenagers and whispering what Crowley assumed were sweet nothings to each other.
He shrugged, more than capable of improvisation.
"I- I want you to..." he spoke quietly between fast, desperate kisses.
Cas nodded, "Yeah. Me too," he was equally hushed.
"But Crowley..."
"Can wait his turn," Castiel smiled at Sam, and Sam smiled back. He reached up and opened the bedside drawer, fumbling for a bottle.
"Woah, hey, hold it!" Crowley nearly scolded as he took a few steps and snatched the bottle off lube from Castiel. With his other hand, he picked up the roll of condoms and tossed them at the angel. "Firstly, suit up. I swear, you're both utter cretins." He turned the bottle to inspect the label.
Cas didn't really understand why he was supposed to be wearing a condom, but he did know he didn't know much about this area, so he followed instructions without protest.
"I assume it's just lucky this is silicone based rather than actual forethought," he looked to Sam.
Sam shrugged.
Crowley sighed. "Good, well, carry on. And for the record, nothing goes in anyone's arse without a raincoat, got it?"
Neither of the other men could be bothered to respond. Castiel took the bottle back and, after a quick slick-up, began pushing into Sam's more-than-ready hole.
Sam dug his nails into Castiel's shoulders as the angel began to move inside of him, panting and gently crying out his name when he hit just the right spot.
Castiel leaned over the other man, hooking an arm under his back and holding him close as he rocked back and forth. "Yes, Sam, yes," he panted back. "Pray for me, show me how badly you want me." He beckoned for Crowley in much the same fashion the demon had for him earlier. "I don't need your voice to hear you, Sam. Put your lips to better use."
Crowley kneeled on the bed beside Sam's head, and Sam quickly took the head of his cock into his mouth. Somehow, it was so much more exquisite this time. He let out a groan and tilted his head back as Sam worked him with lips and tongue and hand.
In his mind, Sam was damn near screaming for Castiel. His head formed images and words and impressions better than his voice ever could, and Castiel heard all of it. His desperate pleas for angle and speed and touch and attention were answered swiftly. His attention to Crowley was frenzied, impassioned, and sloppy in all the right ways. Crowley tangled his fingers in Sam's hair and let the younger man do whatever came to him.
Minutes later, when Castiel finally commanded Sam to touch himself, he was almost immediately coming in his hand. Cas followed him right off the edge.
Crowley pulled out of Sam's mouth as the Winchester evened out from his orgasm. Before Castiel could imbue him with renewed stamina, "Let's let him sit with that for a bit, yeah? You can fix him up when he's useful again."
Cas nodded and deposited the spent condom into a nearby trashcan. Crowley coaxed Sam into moving over a bit. When Castiel came back to the bed, Crowley pulled him into a long, slow kiss.
"Let's give our boy a show, eh?"
Castiel smiled a bit. "What'd you have in mind?"
Smiling back, he shrugged. "I figured I could turn you over and have a turn. How's that sound?"
Crowley made him sound like a toy, and part of him kind of enjoyed that. He flushed very slightly and affirmed. "That sounds good."
Just the permission he was looking for. In a rather fluid motion, Crowley moved aside, put his hand on the back of Castiel's neck, and pushed him face down into the bed. This was, of course, all without protestation from the angel.
Were his lover a mortal, he would no better than to go in without an abundance of preparation, but his lover was not a mortal, and the demon took a small joy in causing slight pain to the angel. After rolling on a pre-lubricated condom, Crowley pushed into Castiel from behind.
Castiel winced and let out a small, reflexive noise of protest, but he quickly found he enjoyed taking the superficial pain as much as Crowley enjoyed giving it.
Sam watched the once-in-an-eon sight taking place beside him with awe and arousal. He sat up and focused all of his attention on drinking in the scene. Castiel was gripping the sheets, and his face was twisted into some mess of pain, pleasure, and surrender. Crowley wore a look of smug, victorious determination as he pounded into the angel harder than he probably should have been. Sam's eyes followed Crowley's hand as it slipped down Castiel's side, over his hip, around his pelvis, and finally came to grip his straining cock. He heard Castiel actually moan in response.
Despite his prowess and experience, having one of his longest standing and deepest fantasies fulfilled was somewhat overwhelming for Crowley. He simply didn't have the willpower to pull himself back from the edge more than once. As he re-approached orgasm, he leaned over Castiel's back to whisper to him.
"That's lovely, Angel. If only you could see yourself now, see just how far you've fallen," he paused, waiting for a reaction to see if he was on the right track.
Castiel's expression changed, now expectant and wanting to hear more.
"You've got the new devil fucking the Hell into you, and you couldn't be more pleased. This must be taking sins of the flesh to a whole new level." He adjusted his pace, determined not to get off before his partner.
Castiel was becoming more vocal, more receptive.
"And your precious baby Winchester is right there, watching your rather spectacular fall from grace. Seems he's getting off to it, too. Look at that. He's touching himself to the sight of you being fucked by the King of Hell."
"Yes... yes, Sam. Crowley," he gasped and panted for breath.
"Call me King, Angel," he nearly held his breath, fully aware of what a huge gambit that was.
Castiel was too far gone into the fantasy Crowley had created to care. He missed guilt, he missed his role as the good and loyal servant, he missed orders. "King," he affirmed. "Take me, King."
There was nothing he could do to stave off the inevitable after hearing that word from those lips. He continued moving through his orgasm, praying he could Castiel to come before sensitivity forced him to stop. And for not the first time that night, his wish was granted. Soon Cas was coming into the sheets.
The angel and demon separated fairly quickly. Crowley got rid of the rubber and rejoined the other men on the bed. "Well, I'm up for another," he grinned.
Castiel planted his hand on Sam's chest firmly, and his physical arousal quickly caught up to his mental. He shuddered at the odd feeling.
"I think it's my turn again, but, you know, for the other way 'round this time. On your back, Moose."
Sam acquiesced swiftly, and Crowley handed him the bottle of lube. "That's all you'll need this time."
Crowley pulled Castiel in for what probably looked like a kiss to the distracted Winchester. Instead of lips meeting, he whispered something to the angel.
When he was ready, Sam slipped his hand into Crowley's and guided him onto his lap. Like the first time they were together, he lowered himself slowly but without stopping. Once he was firmly seated, he leaned forward to kiss Sam as he began to ride him.
Castiel waited until Sam's view was obstructed before lubing up. With a light touch, he parted Sam's ankles, and positioned himself. Sam barely registered what was happening before he felt Cas slip inside of him once again.
Sam let out a loud, uninhibited moan and gripped Crowley's hips tightly. It was so much, his head was spinning.
Crowley broke their kiss and whispered, "It's all for you, Moose. All for you, all because of you," before planting a light peck on his neck and sitting upright.
Castiel brought his arms around Crowley's chest and played with his nipples while moving in and out of the squirming Winchester.
Crowley turned his head as far sideways as he could and kissed Castiel; Sam watched in awe. Together, angel and demon put on the best show they could for their mutual lover.
Sam didn't last long - he was never meant to at this stage. After a million whispered and shouted profanities, and dozens of claw marks to Crowley's hips and abdomen, he came once more, filling the King of Hell with what little he had left.
When Sam had fully come down, Castiel pulled out and Crowley off. Messy, sweaty, and exhausted, the three collapsed together.
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