#coco posts

The angel blinks, brows furrowed and mouth slightly agape. He stares at Dean for a tad too long that the man groans with a hand swiping down his face. Embarrassment sinks heavily into his gut, causing Dean to advert his gaze down to the floor.

“Dean,” Castiel speaks firmly, “I’m not protesting,” he admits.

The hunter sits on the edge of the bed, fiddling with the blanket. He’s asked for similar stuff in the past, but this. This concerns Castiel more than it does anything else.

“I just wished you had told me before how stressed you were,” the angel admits. “Have you tried a spa day?”

“You know those don’t work!” Dean snaps. “They work for a day, but I wake up still feeling tense as ever!”

Cas just wishes he had noticed sooner. Or that Dean had spoken out sooner. Him and his brother have had job after job after job for the past three month and a half with little to no breaks in between. Yes, Dean has been doing this his entire life, but he’s admitted to Cas that he doesn’t go out to bars at all these days. No time to or he just doesn’t see the need to.

Dean’s a complicated man hence why the angel doesn’t care when the hunter goes out late at night. Or hooks up with someone on the side. He would hate to put a claim on a human soul. He’s been owned in the past himself and it sends a shiver down his spine. Uriel’s touch still lingers in some spots if he thinks about it too much.

But with moments like these that Dean does come to him, allows himself to move past his father’s words that spin around his mind that linger like an early morning fogs, Cas takes what he’s given. And he’ll gladly, in Dean’s words, fuck all the tension from him.

A firm hand pushes Dean back onto the bed with a thump. The tension in Dean’s room quickly melts away as fast as it came. The angel looks down to Dean through hooded lids, his blue gaze like steel. The usual colour is so much darker in the shadows of the room that it sends a chill down the hunter’s spine. He doesn’t move from the bed, staring up at the angel as he breathes evenly.

“Take your clothes off.”

The angel’s gruff spoken words cause a physical reaction from Dean. A shiver and a slight flinch of his hands, as if he was anticipating the order. He eagerly takes his flannel and shirt off, all without sitting back up off the bed. While Dean shuffles his pants off, Cas wonders over to his bedside table where he knows lube is stashed.

When Cas turns, Dean is stark naked on the bed. The fresh and yellowing bruises across his torso are hard to miss. There’s a dark purple circle on his ribcage that looks painful. Cas will have to heal that later.

Dean lazily strokes at himself, his head lolled to the side so that he can watch the angel. Cas smiles softly before it disappears. It truly hurts him to see Dean so battered up and bruised.  

Cas asks a question as he comes back over to the bed. “How long as it been since someone else has touched you?”

Dean swallows thickly as his green eyes don’t dare drag away from the angel before him. He doesn’t answer, instead watching as Cas shuffles off his trench coat and taking off his tie. He doesn’t stop stroking himself and doesn’t quicken the pace. And the angel doesn’t seem phased at all. He even sits next to Dean on the edge of the bed, his clothes brushing up against his bare thigh.

“Hmm?” Cas hums.

“Around three months,” Dean finally answers.

A single dark brown is raised in Dean’s direction. “So, before you went on the first job?”

“Ye- nah!”

Dean pants out unexpectedly as a small dollop of lube is squeezed out onto the head of his dick. The cold contrast has him hissing but it’s quick to warm up on his hand.

“Don’t stop,” Cas says firmly, his voice blunt. “Keep going for me.”

In the past, Dean was a little taken a back by how pretty much the same the angel was in bed to his usual demeanour. Blunt, to the point and sort of a control freak. He doesn’t know what he expected despite his whole outlook on military men, big softies behind closed doors. Big on control outside of the bedroom but once with someone else, they just melt. They become as docile as a dog. Taking orders and obeying them without question. It’s just taken Dean a little too long to realize that that trope is best fit for him.

Not the angel that watches him idly with those blue eyes that are always so striking. Giving him a simple task so that he doesn’t think of the past couple of months.

“You should have let me come with you on your last job,” Cas admits.

“Too dangerous.”

Even hearing those words come form his own mouth, Dean knows they’re a lie. And by the furrowed brows that quickly turn his way tell him the angel didn’t buy it either. Not with his dick in hand.

“Too dangerous? Or didn’t want me in the way?”

Dean swallows thickly. This isn’t what he asked for. He didn’t want to think of the constant shit that he’s been through. He doesn’t realize he’s stopped stroking himself until Cas’s eyes venture down that way.

“Did I tell you to stop?” He asks.

“Look,” Dean starts. “I didn’t want you with bec- ah- AH!”

For the second time tonight, Dean is cut off by Cas. The angel wraps a firm hand around his dick and begins a quick pace. He smears his lube covered palm on the head of Dean’s cock before sliding it down the underside, to grip it firmly as he jerks back up and he repeats the notion multiple times.

Both of Dean’s hands fist into the blankets as he slams his head into the bed. His hips jerk upwards and it’s very hard to contain himself when Cas knows how to work him. He squeezes his eyes shut as his soft pants become erratic. There’s so much tension in his body that it doesn’t take long at all for him to tip over the edge.

He comes unexpectedly and he shakes violently as Cas continues to stroke his cock, pumping everything out of him. He smears Dean’s cum onto his dick, making a mess out of the hunter. Dean looks through bleary eyes, swallowing thickly as he tries to collect some air in his lungs again.

“Cas I-“ He swallows again, trying to find his words, “I need more. Don’t stop.”

At that, a small smile creeps upon the angel’s face. As if ecstatic to keep going. That Dean is asking him.  

Cas’s filthy hand venture down past Dean’s balls to his ass. The hunter’s breath hitches as a single finger slides in with a little friction. It has been a while since he’s done this with anyone that each by pass of the angel’s touch is like electricity. He’s still coming down from his orgasm, but he shuffles his legs further apart as Cas strokes slowly, thrusting in and out and making sure that the pad of his finger curls into that delicate spot every time. The hunter shivers, his breath hitching at every prod at his prostate. He knows Dean. Inside and out.

After a while of teasing, a second is added and a third not too long after that. Dean digs his palms into his face as he arches his back off the bed. He tries to control the noises that unwantingly come from his throat, but he can’t stop himself. But it isn’t enough. It isn’t scratching that itch for him and it’s going to drive him nuts if Cas doesn’t fuck him right this instant.

“Come on, Cas,” Dean groans into his hands.

At that, a deep chuckle comes from the angel that had Dean’s heart beating all the faster. The fingers leave him but they venture up and give his balls a gentle squeeze. Dean grinds his teeth as he groans, exhaling shakily. The bed moves as Cas stands, his warm touch leaving the hunter. Bringing his hands away from his face, he gets a full view of the angel’s naked back.

His face heats up quickly. He feels like some school girl that hasn’t ever seen a boy naked before. But wouldn’t that be true? Dean ever rarely gets to see the tanned skin hiding under all those fancy layers the angel wears. He feels his mouth go dry as the belt and the pants are the next to be removed. Dean lets his eyes roam to every toned muscle the angel is letting him look upon. The almost, angelic moment doesn’t last long as Cas loops his belt once on itself and Dean is quick to realize what’s going to happen next.

“Hold out your hands.”

Dean complies silently to Cas’s gruff words. He holds his hands out together so that the angel can easily loop his belt around his wrists. He tightens it as tight as it can go, knowing damn well that Dean will twist out of them if he wants to. Once done, he pushes his wrists above his head so that Dean’s body lay outstretched before him. A beautiful sight.

Cas can’t resist to let his hands roam down Dean’s scarred chest. His thumbs dig into his pecs, feeling just how tense they are. He kneads and earns himself painful hisses from the hunter below him as he runs his knuckles into the muscle. But Dean doesn’t stop him. He becomes breathless as Cas moves down to his torso, doing the same that he did to his pecs. Massaging and driving his knuckles and fingers into tense muscle, easing out the knots that are bundled up. He avoids the dark bruise on his ribs, not wanting to harm Dean any more than he’s been put through. Cas would hate to feel his back.

The angel is well aware that he could heal Dean’s muscles. Heal everything so that the hunter feels brand new. Refreshed. But it’s the process that Dean needs. The hours out of his day to let someone touch him. Feel the warmth of someone else’s tender touch caressing away the tension that resides in his fibre. That seeps into his bones. He needs someone to grind it away until he’s nothing but dust.

The angel moves down to his thighs and does the same. Dean shakes and groans, throwing his head back into the bed. He clenches and unclenches his fists where they sit as Cas’s knuckles run down his inner thigh. He tries to shake the angel off by just how unbearable it is to dig a knot out, but Cas holds him with an iron grip. He trembles, but doesn’t dare kick the angel away. It hurts, it hurts so bad when Cas drags his thumb over a certain spot but it feels so good.

“I really should have come with you,” Cas comments.

“It’s fine.”

Only by sheer force is Dean able to grit words out through grinded teeth. He knows damn well he should’ve brought Cas along for the ride on the most recent one. It would have made things go a lot smoother and a damn lot less stressful when his little brother is being hanged upside down by his foot with five witches poking at him with sticks. It was a mess. The entire job was a mess, and it had left Dean drained. He just really hopes that Sam doesn’t come looking for him because he really needs this. By God, does he need this.

After Cas deems the second leg done, it’s only then that he touches Dean’s soft cock. The hunter hisses, jerking away at how sensitive he is but all in the same thought, he wants Cas to touch him harder, firmer. And the angel does just that. He jerks Dean’s messy cock to full attention again before he touches his own. He wipes Dean’s cum and the lube over his cock and by God, the hunter can’t look away. He’s never been one to let things get messy but right now it’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen.

Cas drizzles a little more lube on Dean’s puckered hole before resting the head of his cock against it. He isn’t gentle when he pushes in, not like he was with all that massaging crap before. He pushes almost half of his cock in before pulling out slowly to only sink further in the second time round. Dean shakes and whines as Cas is quick to bottom out inside of him. Balls flush to his ass and all six inches inside, Dean feels every bit.

He pants in time to Cas’s thrusts, quickly finding pleasure in the abuse that the angel is giving him. But it’s what he wanted. What he asked of the angel beforehand. It’s what caused the five-hundred-mile stare from said angel and nearly caused him to fall into cardiac arrest.

He pants loudly, keeping his hands above his head as Cas had silently requested. He really hopes that Sam isn’t on this side of the bunker because the noises that are coming from him are borderline whore-ish. Trembling with each thrust, Cas brings Dean’s hips back to his with a firm grip on his waist. The wet clap is overpowered by Dean’s breathless moans that have a shiver running down the angel’s back.

Deam brings his cuffed hands in front of him suddenly, to try and curl in on himself as he nears another orgasm. But a hand is quick to grab at the belt to pull Dean’s arms up over his head, startling him a bit. Cas doesn’t stop his brutal pace, pulling and pushing a thigh so that Dean’s knee is nearly touching his chest. The new angle has the hunter grunting and panting with each thrust, his eyes squeezed shut as he teeters at the edge of his second orgasm. He can already tell that this one is going to be painful.  

It’s Cas leaning down and engulfing his lips in a wet kiss that has him coming for the second time that night. He gasps into the kiss and the angel delves in deeper, his tongue venturing into Dean’s mouth. He shakes and trembles in Cas’s touch, every nerve feeling like it’s on fire. He wraps his legs around the angel’s waist to hold him closer to him. He continues to keep a slowly, shallow pace that drives Dean insane. His brain feels like mush but… it’s still not enough.

Dean kisses back breathlessly, trying to capture air back into his lungs. He hooks a foot into the front of Cas’s waist after two failed attempts, his limps feeling like jelly. He pushes Cas away and the angel is easy to do so with no protest. He looks down at Dean with furrowed brows. He expects the hunter to call it quits. Enough is enough for tonight. But Dean flips himself over, face in the bedding with his cuffed hands above his head and his ass in the air.

“Don’t stop,” Dean’s voice comes muffled from the blanket. “I just- Cas, I need you to keep-“ He exhales shakily, still coming down from his second high.

Cas reaches out and massages Dean’s right cheek. The hunter flinches, groaning into the bed.

“I’ll keep going until you ask me to stop,” Cas says as his hands venture up and down Dean’s back. He does the same as he did with the hunter’s front, massaging and digging his knuckles into the knotted muscle. He does this until Dean is breathing heavily into the bed, body shaking with every touch. The angel can’t see, but there’s tears dampening the sheets under the hunter’s face.

The angel re-enters Dean slowly as he continues massaging the hunter’s scarred body. He’s slow and gentle, keeping his pace even as he does so.

A while goes by before Dean orders him to pick up the pace, his voice muffled in the blankets. He drags his hands underneath him, the blood circulation being cut off with how he was angled. He shudders a breath as Cas does as he’s asked, holding onto Dean’s waist as he fucks into him harder. A groan is punched out of Dean with each thrust that’s muffled by the blankets. He becomes a limp mess, the only thing holding him up being Cas’s tight hold on him.

He shakes and moans, panting and whining with each sensitive and painful thrust from Cas. It hurts. Everything burns from being used for far too long. But he just needs a little more. He doesn’t need another orgasm. He doesn’t crave it. Just the act itself of the pain and pleasure, of being used, is enough to melt his brain. He needs all thoughts to be jumbled. He doesn’t want to think.

The angel suddenly tremors, his breath hitching in his throat as he thrusts in deeply. He comes silently, the only noise being the heavy panting and breathing coming from the angel. Dean groans as Cas fucks himself through his own orgasm, using his own cum to ease the burning friction. He doesn’t stop, despite feeling Dean shaking beneath him.

Dean turns his head so that he can peer at Cas from the corner of his eye. His head is bowed, hair falling over his forehead as he concentrates on Dean. And only Dean. The hunter grinds his teeth at the thought, burying his face into the bedding once more.

He lets Cas use him until Dean can’t take it anymore. Until everything burns and until a third, dry orgasm is ripped from Dean that shakes his body. Everything becomes too much. His cock hurts and each movement from Cas is like sand paper.

“St- nah, stop.”

Dean voice is all but a whisper, but Cas hears it all the same. The angel stops instantly, letting Dean fall onto the bed with a shaky exhale coming from the hunter.

Cas is quick to reach under Dean and unbuckle his belt from his wrists, throwing it aside without a second thought. He flips Dean onto his side gently, looking the hunter over with thin lips. Bleary, hazy green eyes stare back at him before a cocky grin comes across his face. It’s faint, but it’s there. One that has Cas returning.

“Would you like me to heal you?” Cas asks softly, his voice still gruff and deep.

Dean swallows thickly, licking his dry lips. “Lemme just lay here for a bit.”

Cas nods before wandering off. Dean closes his eyes shut, concentrating on his breathing. He can’t think of anything. His body shakes and everything is oh so sensitive, but it’s probably the best he’s felt in months. He doesn’t even think he can stand let alone sit up right now. Doesn’t even feel like he can raise an arm, nor does he even want to. He’s lost track of time and damn be if Sam has been looking for him. He just needs a good nap after this now. He feels like he could sleep for days.

The bed dips again and Dean hisses softly as a cold, damp face cloth begins to clean him up. He lets Cas do his thing, not even bothering to open his eyes to look at him. When he feels the angel leave the bed, a sudden strike of panic washes over him.

“Stay,” he all but mumbles out, or may as well whined by the way his own voice sounded in his ears.

The bed dips again and a calloused hand runs down over his side, ghosting over the purple bruise. “Are you sure?”

Dean’s features furrow deeply. He reaches out blindly and grabs onto Cas’s knee. “I said stay,” he grumbles out.

He hears the angel chuckle softly. “Okay.”

-

At that, you’re quick to your feet, dusting yourself off as thoroughly as you can. You puff out your chest and square your shoulders, because you’re in charge. You’re the one that summoned this demon. You’re the one making the deal. How dare he call you that when you’re the only offering him something in return.

“Don’t call me that,” you snap at him, but your voice comes out cracked.

The demon chuckles, a set of fangs showing from behind his lips. He walks towards you, and you quickly realize just how much taller he is than you. You’re short for a man, only coming up to a 5’5. And standing next to someone over 6 feet is always something.

“I can call you whatever I damn well please,” the demon snaps.

You flinch slightly, brows furrowing in anger at the mouth on this hellish creature. He may not have any horns. Or no tail. Or any hooves in those dress shoes he wears. But he sure as hell smells like a demon. Sulphur at its finest.

“I’m here to make a deal,” you get back onto topic, the reason why you even summoned him here in the first place.

The demon rolls his eyes. “Yes, yes. I know why you’re here. Didn’t summon me for a chit chat now did you?”

He pinches your chin between his thumb and pointer, inspecting you. He moves your head back and forth, looking over every inch of you. You swat his hand away at the feeling of your cheeks flushing something hot.

“Is it money you want? You want your girlfriend to love you? Want a promotion at your job you’ve been stuck in for eight years? Or want your boss dead?” The demon lists off on his clawed fingers.

“What!? No!” You bark out.

“A new car? Your partner to be pregnant?” The demon asks a few more things. “I can do that myself if you want. If you’re the one shooting blanks then you’ve come to the right person. Probably the straightest and strongest shooter you’ve met!” He chuckles loudly.

“No! What are you going on about?”

The demon laughs harder, the noise seeming loud out in the open, deserted road. “Then what is it you want, pipsqueak?”

You ignore the comment. “I want to be six foot tall,” you answer with as much confidence as you can muster.

The demon goes silent. He stares at you with wide eyes, as if you’re pulling his demonic leg. But when you stand there in silence, not speaking a punch line, it settles into the demon that you aren’t joking.

As much as you’d like to be joking, you’re not. You’re sick and tired of people belittling you because of how short you are. Treating you like a child even though you’re a grown ass man. It’s humiliating at some points. And this demon is just showing you that it’s all true.

How will you explain it when you come back to your boring office job six feet tall? You’ll get to that afterwards.

“So,” the demon clears his throat. “You want to sell you soul to be six feet tall? Am I correct?” He asks bluntly, gesturing his hands around as he speaks.

You nod with a, “Yes.”

The demon pops a hip out with a hand placed over it. You watch the motion before dragging your eyes back up. You’d be a fool to admit the demon before you isn’t hot. You wonder if this is what he looked like before he became a demon. How does becoming a demon even work?

The demon shrugs. “Well I guess I know people that have done worse.” He sighs. “Do you know how a crossroads deal is made?” The demon asks with a cocked eyebrow. He makes his way towards you again, reaching out and patting down your tie.

“Yes. A kiss to seal to deal,” you say with confidence.

Just a simple kiss.

“I do things differently,” he says as he hooks a finger into the tie.  

“What?” You utter out weakly before you can control yourself.

With the smell of burning fabric, the fabric touching the demon’s finger burns a neat line. It falls off, flopping to the ground. His green eyes land on you and you find yourself unable to speak. A hand hooks into your belt and you stiffen up greatly, your face burning a bright red once again.

“My deals are struck a lil’ more intimately. A little more hands on,” the demon grins, his lips only mere inches away from yours.

You can smell the demon better than before now. The smell of sulphur still lingers, but there’s something else that lingers. Something much sweeter. It’s not a pleasant combination of smells though. But what else did you expect a demon to smell like. Rainbows and unicorns?

But you know what the demon is talking about. You summoned a cross roads demon. Not a fucking succubus.

Yet at the same time, you don’t want to have to do the entire ritual again just to get an ugly demon. It would be a shame to pass up on an opportunity like this. Yes? Maybe you are a little messed up in the head. But those green, green eyes. You can’t seem to look away from them.

“Do you still want to be six foot tall?” The demon all but growls out right in your ear.

You swallow thickly. What harm could getting fucked by a demon to be a little bit taller do? You’re just selling your soul.

“Y-yes,” you utter out.

The grin that spreads across the demon’s face is devious. “Are you afraid of me?” He asks, his voice low and even.

It goes straight to your crotch though. You’ve never had anyone come onto you like this but you’re quickly realizing you might be more into it than you may have first realized. You swallow thickly, not being able to look away from the demon’s piercing gaze.

“No,” you squeak out.

The crossroads demon takes a large step away from you with a hearty laugh spilling from his lips. You’re confused. You can’t help but stand there dumbstruck at the sudden change. With the demon’s back turned, you quickly adjust yourself in your suit pants. Don’t tell yourself that he was joking?

The demon turns back around to you, his eyes looking you up and down as if you’re a piece of meat. You can’t help but step from one foot to the other under the watchful, dark gaze.

“Take it off,” the demon suddenly says.

“W-what?” You utter.

“I said,” the demon makes his way back towards you, placing a finger on your chest. “Take this fucking suit off or otherwise you’ll be walking home in nothing but your birthday suit.”

Oh. Oh. Oh my lord. You can feel yourself become as bright as a tomato and yet, you follow the command instantly. You begin stripping, starting with your coat and button up, then to kicking off your shoes. With only a split second of hesitant, you take off your suit pants and hesitate at your underwear. You look to the demon before you who only cocks an eyebrow your way. You swallow thickly again, butterflies coming to your chest as you strip everything. You cover yourself subconsciously with your hands in front of yourself, trying to hide your bulge.

You flinch at the warm hand splayed across your chest suddenly. You can’t drag your eyes away from the crossroads demon. He licks his lips in anticipation, liking what he sees before him.

His hand glides up your neck to the back of your hair, gripping in to tug your face upwards to him. He’s so much taller than you it’s almost intoxicating. You’re almost standing on your toes as he comes down for a kiss, capturing your lips with teeth and tongue. You can’t help but moan into the kiss as the demon grabs onto your sides tightly. His sharp nails dig into your soft skin causing a harsh shiver to run down your naked back.

The demon pulls away, looking down at you with devious green eyes. A string of saliva connects your flush lips to his and all you find yourself doing is staring.

“Now,” the demon purrs, “Did you want to take this on the hard gravel or do you want to try and stand and take it?” He asks lowly.

You swallow thickly, thinking it over. The thought of your back or stomach getting scuffed up doesn’t sound all that pleasant in your eyes.

“I’ll be alright standing,” you say, a slight shake in your voice.

The demon shrugs with a cocky expression on his face. “Alright,” he mumbles, “It’s your deal.”

He then drop to his knees in the loose gravel, his eyes never leaving yours. He grabs onto your thighs and spins you around. Definitely not the direction you thought this was heading, but you don’t complain otherwise. You can’t help the shaky exhale that leaves your lips at the sudden direction this is turning. This is not what you thought would be happening tonight, but you can’t remember the last time you were properly laid. So may as well take this as it is.

Large hands spread your cheeks open and you suddenly feel very, very exposed. You try and hold back the whimper that tries to escapes your throat as hot breath touches your skin. You bite down on your knuckles as you bend over just a little, giving the demon a better look.

“I’m gonna loosen you up a bit,” you hear the grin on the demon’s voice, his face buried under you. “Don’t want this to be unpleasant is all. May be a demon but I’m not a monster.”

“Who would hav- AH!”

You don’t get much warming than that before a hot tongue licks from the base of your balls all the way to your hole. You shiver violently at the feeling. Does his tongue feel much stickier and thicker than a normal humans or is that just your imagination? He licks a long strip from your balls to your ass again, this time slower than the last. And this time you can’t help the sound that comes from your mouth. You place both of your hands on your knees with your head bowed between your shoulders. This might be a little harder than you thought.

“Don’t hold back, pipsqueak. I love hearing those beautiful noises,” the demon says huskily. “It’s like a reward.”

You go to say something, but everything and anything you were going to do is thrown away as a thick tongue is pushed past the tight rim of your ass. You let out a startled cry at the odd sensation of the hot, sticky tongue within you. It’s as thick as at least three fingers and feels longer than such. It prods and seeps deeper within you, as if searching for something. It stretches you oddly, the strange feeling earning a whimpered moan from your lips.

You bend over a little more, fisting your hands on your knees as they begin to shake. You shudder an exhale as the demon’s tongue curls within you, folding on top of itself to make itself thicker before coiling back out. This is not what you had in mind, but you must admit it does feel amazing. If he keeps this up, you might have to take it to the gravel because your legs might just give way.

You can’t help but keen and gasp at the warm tongue prodding and pushing against your prostate. Your legs shake as it only feels like he goes deeper, and deeper. A sheen of sweat starts to cover your skin that’s quickly cooled in the cold night air.

Your cock sits half hard between your legs, but it wouldn’t take much more to get yourself to full length. You wrap a hand around your cock, giving yourself a few dry strokes. You can’t help the groans and whines that slip through your parted lips as the demon seems content in eating you out for the time being.

After another minute of prodding and twisting, you feel yourself already coming close. This is all so new and blissful that you can’t help yourself. You’re coming in your hand before you even know it. You gasp and groan, clenching your jaw as the tongue retracts from within you. A little shame rids into your gut, but the satisfaction out weights it for now.

A dark chuckle comes from behind you, “You lasted a little longer than some of the other fellas that come to me.”

“Nice to know,” you pant out.

You don’t think you can stand much longer. You return your hands to your knees, trying to catch your breath.

“But we ain’t done, pipsqueak,” the demon rumbles as he stands to his feet.

You peer over your shoulder with wide eyes to catch the demon wiping his mouth with the back of his sleeve. His blonde hair is ruffled, and those green eyes only watch you with a hunger that’s on the verge of starving.

“Deal isn’t struck until I come in you,” he says bluntly.

“W-what?” You stutter.

The demon leans into your back, wrapping his arms around your middle and hooking his chin on top of your head. He engulfs you fully, holding on tight so that you can’t leave. He leans down and breathes into your ear, and you can’t help but freeze up and become ridged.

He speaks slower and gruffer this time, his voice rough in your ear, “I’m going to fuck you until you come again from just my cock. And nothing else. And then I’m going to fill you up so that you, a little pipsqueak like yourself can become nice and tall to impress everyone around you.”

Goosebumps run across your cool skin at the thought of such. You’ve never had anyone talk to you like this. You’ve never let anyone talk to you like this, but oh my do you like it a little bit too much. The rough words go straight to your soft cock, making it twitch.

“Do you want me to do that?” The demon asks as one of his hands slides back around to your ass, giving the soft flesh a squeeze. “Can you do that for me? Hmm?”

You breath out shakily, “Y-yes, please.”

You can feel him grin again against your neck before giving your flushed skin a kiss. He moves away but just enough so that he can undo his belt. The clinking of the buckle is loud on the open road, and you suddenly become very aware of where you are. You glance around at the empty fields that surround the gravel crossroads. No one comes down here and you bloody hope that no one decides to spontaneously come down a deserted road. But all of that is quickly washed away as a thumb prods into your saliva slicked ass. You grit your teeth at the wet sound and the feel of the cool saliva running down your legs.

The demon hums behind you, almost satisfied with what he’s inspecting. “I think I over did it a little, but you’ll be perfect all the same.”

The thumb disappears to only be replaced by the warmth of the demon’s cock. From what you can feel, he’s big. You can’t help but tense up as you suddenly over think everything. But a hand comes around your front, resting over your heart.

“Oh my,” the demon hums. “Now now, that won’t do. Relaaax, pipsqueak. I ain’t going to do this if you don’t want to. It’s your deal after all.”

The statement does in fact calm you down. You’re here to make a deal. He may be a demon, but he hasn’t hurt you as of yet. Which is reassuring to you right now.

“L-Let’s seal the deal,” you shakily utter out. Not out of fear, but more anticipation and need.

A low chuckle in your ear has your soft dick twitching. The demon pushes past the rim of your ass, the head of his girthy cock slipping in easily. You gasp loudly as he pushes in a little further before pulling out and slamming his hips flush against your ass. He bottom’s out quickly, the entire length of his dick sitting snuggling inside of you. He worked you open well enough to do so, a deep chuckle emitting from his flushed lips. He curves in just the right way that hits against your prostate almost perfectly. The way that has your knees becoming weak and leaves you breathless. He stretches you a little painfully, more so than his tongue but you find yourself only wanting more. The pleasure that courses through your gut fizzles your head and you find yourself not thinking straight.

The demon begins a quick pace, using the hand on your chest to keep you in position as he thrusts into you. He more or less towers over you, being able to hold you up if your legs decided they didn’t want to support you any longer.

The noises that comes from your mouth are ones of pure bliss. You don’t know where to put your hands and after a while you end up placing a one on top of the demon’s on your chest. He chuckles at that, low and deep into the nape of your neck before grabbing a hold of both of your wrists. He crosses your arms in front of your chest, holding onto you tightly as he pounds his hips into your ass. The wet plap of the demon’s hips is numbed out by just how loud you are. You whine and keen and moan with every thrust and every inch he gives you.

You try to catch your breath but every time it’s knocked out of you with each thrust. You’re unable to keep yourself quiet at the closeness and the fulfilment of the demon. He breathes into your neck, mouthing words and kisses into your sweaty skin. Your once soft dick now bounces between your legs half hard. You don’t think you could handle anything touching your dick at the moment. Everything buzzes and trembles in all the right ways.

“You’re probably the best one yet,” the demon grins in your ear. “Taking my cock like a good lil’ boy.”

The praise makes you feel high. You get lost in everything, the constant stretch and pull of the demon pounding without tiredness into your ass. You hunch over, allowing better access for the demon and he follows you. Towering over you, holding you close to his chest. Engulfed in his arms that could wrap around your entirely.

You come a second time, this time being much harsher than the first. You forget how to breath and forget where you are for a second. The demon lets up. Even when you’ve tightened around him, it only makes his movements even more driven. He pumps once, twice before driving his cock deep within you. The warm sensation of him filling you makes your entire body shudder. Makes your dick twitch, expelling a little more cum before once again softening between your legs.

Your legs tremble and shake and if it weren’t for the demon holding onto you, you would have fallen on your face by now in the gravel. You breath heavily, trying to catch your breath as the demon makes sure every last drop of him is expelled inside of you. Sealing the deal.

He pulls out and you whine at the sudden loss. It’s a pathetic noise that you can’t stop. You never knew you could make so many noises until tonight. Nothing that has ever been drawn from you before. And find yourself having loved every moment.

“Can you stand?” The demon chuckles.

You lick your lips and swallow thickly. After a while, you nod sharply as you drag your feet under you. The demon lets you go but keeps his hands on you, afraid you may fall to your knees. But you don’t, you shake a little, but you stand all the same.

You can feel the demon’s cum drippling down your leg and you already know it’s going to be a fun five hour drive home. You might have to grab a motel because five hours sounds like five days right now.

When you turn to face the demon, you now stand eye to eye with his green gaze. He grins from ear to ear with a cocked eyebrow. The deal has been struck.

You don’t feel any different, but the ground does now look as if it’s further away. You’ve gotten your extra inches. Just like that.

“Th-thank you,” you manage to get out.

This makes the crossroads demon laugh, covering his mouth with a hand. Crow’s feet scratch at the corner of his eyes. He points to you with a toothy smile.

“You know, if you ever want to make another deal, call on me personally,” the demon chuckles deeply, “This was fun.”

That, actually sounds like a good idea. You work in an office. You’re digging yourself an early grave anyways.

“And how should I-“ you have to lick your lips, your entire mouth dry. “How should I do that?” You ask.

“Dean,” the demon finally greets himself. “The name’s Dean.”

-

“Why on earth would angels be in here?” Dean asks the most obvious question out of the entire list he could have asked.  

The cave Dean and Castiel venture down is damp, small and feels like it goes on forever. It slopes slightly downwards, threatening the hunter to slip over on the slick rock. He made that mistake earlier on the journey. He had placed his foot on a moss patch and fell backwards to touch the slimy, slick substance that covers everything. He can still feel the sensation crawling over his hand.

The wall are far too close to Dean’s liking. He pushes on though, keeping his flashlight in hand and pointed forward, hoping that it opens it. He’s shoulder to shoulder and even crouching down slightly to get through the passage way. Every few steps when he zones out, one of his sleeves brushes against the walls of the tunnel and instantly soaks his jacket through to the skin. Cold and wet.

He grips his flashlight tighter. He’s got an angel with him. A literal angel. If they run into any trouble, Castiel can just zap them away while Dean tries his best not to have a panic attack. But he’s here for Cas. Here for the angels that are hiding away here deep underground and causing havoc topside. They’re also been luring down the faithful down here to do god knows what and then killing them. Or maybe killing them. But both of them know that whoever comes down here doesn’t come back up.

Castiel finally answers, “There could be sacred ground down here.”

“Sacred ground?” Dean raises a brow even though the angel can’t see it from behind.

“Old grounds from even before humans were placed upon this earth. When angels walked more freely,” Cas continues on.

Sounds like a bunch of mumbo jumbo but what is Dean to believe these days. His world has been turned upside down and he can’t find himself to complain. What many people would think is just for horror movies and such, Dean would have to laugh in their face having killed those creatures ten times over. So, instead he answers with a soft hum, as if agreeing to whatever Cas is saying.

He just hopes that Gabriel isn’t feeding this to Sam wherever they are. His brother is at another location with Gabriel of all angels. Splitting up wasn’t on the to-do list but attacking both locations at once was the best course of action.

The cave suddenly levels out and Dean mumbles praise under his breath. A faint droning noises comes from the other end of the long tunnel like system. Dean doesn’t notice it at first, but Castiel does.

“Running water?” He asks more to himself.

“Huh?” Dean perks up, flashing his light straighter down the tunnel.

Now that it’s pointed out, the further they walk forward the louder it gets. And the further they go, the more open the tunnel becomes to Dean’s relief. An orange glow suddenly spreads across the walls of the cave, the slick rock reflecting it like glitter. Dean is a bit hesitant, but a hand rests on his shoulder to urge him on. Cas better be right about this.

The tunnel suddenly opens up and the roaring of water hits Dean in the face like a slap. The open cave is large, big enough for a wide stream to be flowing through the centre. A small waterfall flows on the right-hand side of the opening, the mist making the air moist and cool.

Angelic lanterns litter the space, hanging from the ceiling and the walls giving the cave an orange hue. Every now and again the light within the lanterns flicker a sombre blue, giving the place a dream like look.

“Look,” Castiel points across the stream.

And if Dean wasn’t admiring the pretty lights, he would have noticed the door on the other side of the stream. It looks to be made of pure metal and it shines like newly polished platinum.

Without a word, Castiel crosses the knee high stream to the other side. Dean grumbles, looking to the crystal clear water. But, instead of rocks like any normal stream would have, the bed of the stream moves. Moves like eels and snakes under the water. Dean shines his torch to the running water to get a better look. For only the things to move away in a perfect circle around the light, evading it.

It sends a chill down his spine. That is something that he does not like one bit. And he’s seen much worse. This makes his skin crawl worse than the feeling of the slime on the cave and his lunch threatens to come up.

“Don’t step in the water!” Castiel suddenly cries out.

Dean quickly takes a large step away as he looks to the angel, who looks terrified. Cas looks down at the water and then back at the door. His hand hovers over angelic words that have been carved into the steel.

“What’s it say?” Dean asks.

“Do you really want to know?” Cas double checks with furrowed brows.

“Spit it out! I want to get out of here!” The hunter snaps.

The angel takes another look at the words before crossing the stream again. He doesn’t care about the things in the water nor do they care for him. They don’t seem to want to touch the angel.

“Behind that door, are the angels we’re looking for,” Cas begins, “But the door is sealed behind an old Enochian ritual that relies on a mortal.”

“So, you can’t open that?” Dean asks.

“No.”

“What do I have to do? Blood ritual or something?” The hunter jokes. “Can’t we just force it open with some explosives?”

Castiel hesitates a fair bit too long for Dean’s liking. “The door won’t open unless a ritual is partaken. A sexual ritual.”

“A what now?” Dean barks out, shining the flashlight right into the angel’s face.

Cas frowns as he lowers the torch slowly to continue explaining, “In the water is an old, angelic being that was made alongside humans. With all the same needs and wants. It resides here as a key for the holy grounds beyond the door. And only a mortal willing to give themselves to it can open it.”

Dean stares blankly at Cas for a moment, letting his words sink in. The angels have been bringing mortals down here to fuck? What the fuck is wrong with them!?

“You guys are doing this shit!” Dean snaps out suddenly, “This is some kinky ass shit, Cas!” He shouts as he points towards the water.

Cas looks at him in utter disbelief. Blue eyes wide as saucepans and brows furrowed deeper than an old man’s foreskin.

“I’m not apart of them, Dean!” Cas defends him. “It’s an old ritual that’s meant for mortals to give their bodies over to-“

“Sounding like some sex dungeon shit there,” Dean cuts him off.

The angel can only stare at him with a frown, not wanting to argue any further. He begin to walk away, back towards the exit of the cave with his hands clenched into his fists.

“Where are you going!?” Dean shouts from where he stands.

Cas stops and spins around quickly, his trench coat whirling around him. Dean stays still, not moving from the edge of the stream.

“We can’t get through here,” the angel grumbles, pointing towards the locked door.

“We’re getting through,” Dean says firmly. “What do I have to do?”

Cas blinks. Absolutely stunned at what has just come from the hunter’s mouth. He turns towards Dean fully, eyes flicking back towards the stream before back to the blonde.

“Are you sure?” The angel asks. “You’ve got to be fully willing to do so, otherwise it won’t work.”

Dean clears his throat. “Yeah,” he says with little confidence.

Cas raises a brow as he stalks back towards Dean.

He clears his throat again, “Yes,” he says with more assurance.

The angel shrugs his coat off as he walks past Dean without a word. He roughly folds it up and places it beside the stream before stepping back into the water. His pants are already wet to his knees so he doesn’t bother with caring. The tendrils in the water move away from him in a perfect circle, not wanting anything to do with him. Cas turns to Dean, holding out a hand.

“All you have to do is step in the stream, and they’ll do the rest,” Cas says calmly and slowly. “I won’t let them hurt you.”

Dean sucks in a breath. He’s seen stuff like this in some of those weird alien pornos he’s come across. But having to actually do something like this in real life? On a job!? And with Cas next to him. Good god this day couldn’t get any worse.

Dean procrastinates by untying his shoes and taking them off along with his socks. Cas waits patiently, not saying a word otherwise he knows Dean will just snap at him.

Finally, Dean steps into the cool water. At first, the black tendrils seep away from him, not wanting anything to do with him. Then, one reaches out, long, black and shimmering under the water’s surface. Dean watches with disgust as it wraps itself around his ankle. His first instinct is to pull away and run out of the water. But he stands still, his body frozen in anticipation.

It’s a lot warmer and slimier than Dean wanted to know about, but at least it isn’t freezing cold like the goddamn water. It’s curls around his ankle before feeling up under the cuff of his jeans. That has Dean jerking backwards. The tendril automatically retracts, returning back to the mass of the others it coils itself around.

Cas looks to Dean with furrowed brows, worry deep set on his face. “You don’t have to do this,” the angel inquires.

Dean looks to the door on the other side of the stream before huffing. “Do you know any other way in? Or any other human that’s willing to be fucked like some alien porno?” He asks half-heartedly but it comes out much firmer than he intends it to be.

“No,” Cas answers even though he already knows the answer.

“Just give me a minute,” Dean says. “It’s not every day that you gotta let some weird tentacles jerk you off.”Cas goes very quiet at that and worry quickly settles into the hunters gut. Green eyes meet blue and Dean swallows thickly. “That’s all… right?”

“Dean,” the angel responds firmly.

The hunter becomes very still at the tone in his voice. “You don’t mean they’re gonna,” he makes an upwards motion with his hand as he finishes the sentence.

“It’s how the seal works,” Cas answers for him.

Dean runs a hand down his face. Okay. Okay. How bad can this be? It can’t be harder than getting fucked up the ass. He’s only done that… once. And it felt odd. But good, in a weird way.

“Okay. Shit,” Dean curses to himself as he steps into the water again, both feet this time. If he thinks about it too much, he’ll head home and grab some other hunter that is more willing to have their wet dreams enacted in real life. He doesn’t want to admit out loud to the angel in front of him that’s he might be oddly into this more than he lets on. His macho man personality is just getting in the way a bit and he’s very aware of that. “Shiiiit,” he curses again. “Let’s do this.”

“It wouldn’t hurt you,” Cas informs.

“And how do you know that?” Dean bites back a little harshly as he takes another step forward.

“It speaks an old Enochian that humans can’t here,” Cas swallows thickly. “It told me so. It’s the last thing it wants to do.”

Cas holds out a hand and Dean instantly takes it in a bone crushing grip. Somehow that makes Dean feel a little bit better about all of this. And here he thought it was a mindless mass of tentacles that just wanted to fuck.

Multiple tendrils reach out this time knowing that a willing mortal is here now. They don’t hesitate this time to curl up and under Dean’s jeans. Their slimy texture makes it easy to worm their way up the wet fabric and feel his skin as if they’re curious on who is here to open the door.

A shiver runs down Dean’s spine as the tendrils slither further up his jeans. He glances at Cas and notices that the angel is watching with an intense gaze. As if waiting for one of these things to hurt Dean. None of the black tendrils reach for Cas, all focus on Dean. The hunter can’t even see his feet anymore with how many tendrils reach out and want to touch him.

Suddenly, the tendrils pull at his legs and he falls to his knees in to the water. It’s freezing and Dean lets out a gasp as air is drawn from his lungs. The stream is only knees high so Dean can kneel in the water, but it doesn’t make it any more comfortable as he’s all of a sudden swarmed by the bloody things in said water.

Dean still holds onto Cas’s hand, using it as an anchor as the tentacle like things in the water move around the hunter’s body. There’s so many at this point that Dean doesn’t even know where to start. They shift and move under his jeans, popping his fly open to knead at his cock. They venture under his shirt, curling and roaming under his skin. They firmly wrap around his arm that’s in the water, holding him in place.

“Cas,” Dean manages to utter out pass the breathless moans escaping his mouth.

A tendril venture into his underwear and finds what it’s looking for. It wraps around his cock, the warmth of the tentacle a very nice contrast to the cold water. Dean shudders out a groan, trying not to make too much noise. But it’s very hard when the tendril squeezes around the head of his cock, fondling his balls all in the same notion.

Cas kneels down in front of him, unphased by the chill of the water. He lets go of Dean’s hand and for a split second, the hunter panics. But the angel only lets go so that he can drag Dean’s upper body from the water. The tentacles come with him, wrapped around his arm and chest. They don’t stop moving, slithering and sliding across skin and under his clothes.

Dean is brought into the angel’s lap so that he can lay on his back. And to also avoid being brought down into the water and drowning with how goddamn needy these things are.

“You’re doing great, Dean,” Cas’s deep voice rumbles very close to his ear.

The tendrils lower down his body, back to the water where it comes up to just below his chest. They don’t seem to like being out of the safety of the water for too long.

Dean breathes in sharply as the tendrils manoeuvre downwards and start prodding between his ass. He tenses, reaching back with a hand to grip onto Cas’s sleeve tightly.

“Just relax,” the angel coos.

The thing is about all of this. With the tendril curling and rubbing up and down his dick to the warm feeling of all the appendages slithering over his skin, he’s very quickly realizing he’s very into this more than he thought. Would he ever verbally say that out loud? No. Absolutely not. He’s rather shoot himself in the mouth than ever tell Sam about this. Or anyone else for that matter. And so he finds himself opening his legs a bit more so that the tentacle that’s searching under there can find it’s prize much more easily.

It prods at his rim before rubbing itself over his ass a few times. The slime that it emits stick to his skin rather than being washed away in the water. Once it’s deemed there’s enough, it brings its blunt head back to Dean’s ass and pushes lightly.

Dean grinds his teeth as it pushes past his tight ass. It’s no bigger than two fingers but the stretch still hurt ever so slightly. He grunts low in his chest as the tendril moves out slightly before diving a little further in. The feeling is foreign, but not unwanted. He can’t help the breathy gasp as it ventures in further, brushing up against those sweet bundle of nerves that has him wincing in bliss. The glide of the tentacle is slicked by the odd slime, but at least it’s not going in dry. Because God does Dean know that shower or bath sex is fucking difficult. Bloody amazing. But God does the water wash everything away quickly.

Another tentacle pushes up beside the first one, coiling around each other to make themselves thicker. The new found girth has Dean gasping and panting loudly. The stretch is painful but it’s a good stretch, quickly overlooked with just how good it all feels.

Cas holds onto him, his hands on his chest to keep him grounded. He continues to hold onto the angel’s sleeves, not wanting to let go in case he accidently grabs a hold of those slimy tentacles. He is still slightly grossed out by the feeling of them, but by god do they know what they’re doing down there.

The same tentacle that’s been jerking him off firmly squeezes his balls as if trying to milk him. Dean breathes out shakily as he feels it brush up against the head of his cock again, slicking him up even more. But it’s when the tip of the tendril flicks against the slit of Dean’s cock does he strangle out a cry and jerk suddenly in the water. Not out of panic or fear, but in pure pleasure and sensitivity that suddenly overtook his nerves. The tendril does it again, as if sensing the pleasure that it brings Dean and then it does it again and it brings the hunter to a shaking mess within the angel’s arms.

“You okay, Dean?” Cas immediately asks.

The hunter chuckles out loudly, the noise echoing off the cave walls. The water moves like it’s boiling with just how much the ancient being is moving around Dean. Wanting to touch every inch of him. Wanting to please him for giving his body to it.

“Yeah,” Dean breathes out finally. “I’m okay.”

Somehow, the tentacles move Dean’s jeans further down until they’re all the way down at his ankles. Then, with a firm grip around the hunter’s thighs, hard enough to leave bruises, they pull his legs open wider. Allowing the two tentacles to drive themselves even deeper into Dean with now a brutal pace.

Dean shudders as he can feel an orgasm quickly rising deep in his gut. But it’s stopped dead as the tentacle on his dick and balls squeezes tightly at the base of his cock. Stopping him in his tracks. The hunter can’t help the whines and keens that come from his throat now.

“Cas,” He finds himself breathing out.

The angel only holds him closer at that, moving him further up into his lap. But that doesn’t stop the thrusting of the tentacles. They move further into Dean, hitting every good spot that has his legs shaking. He throws his head back against Cas’s chest, panting and groaning deep within his throat. The angel stares at him for a moment, those big blue eyes just watching as Dean gets royally fucked. And being the type of romantic the hunter is, he grabs onto Cas’s hair and drags him down into a deep and wet kiss. It’s broken in bits and pieces between Dean trying to fill his air with lungs that the tendrils are pounding out of him. But the angel kisses back all the same.

The constricted grip around Dean’s balls and dick suddenly loosen up to begin feeling him up again. Dean shudders, his lips ghosting near Cas’s as he peers down at the water past a hooded gaze. It’s a lustful sight. So many of the black tentacles wrap around his legs and torso, wiggling and moving that it almost looks like rope for bondage. That earns Dean a chuckle from himself.

The pace of things suddenly change as he feels a third tentacle prodding at his loose rim. Dean hisses in sharply as it pulls and tugs before being able to slide up against the other two. It joins the others, the three coiling around each other to stretch Dean just that much wider. He loses himself now, throwing his head back once more into Cas to squeeze his eyes shut.

“You’re doing so well, Dean,” Cas’s words send a deadly shiver down his back that pushes him just that further to the edge. “Just a little further, I think they’re almost done.”

The thought is a blessing, but at the same time Dean doesn’t want this to stop. This feels too good. He shivers and shakes at the constant onslaught of his guts. He feels his balls tightening again, his orgasm building up again, stronger this time. The tentacles just have to keep hitting the spot and ah- Ah!

Dean arches up out of the water as he juts his hips as he comes undone. Hot, thick ropes of cum land in the water that are quickly washed away down in the stream. The tentacles don’t stop what they’re doing. They pump every last drop out of him, squeezing at his dick and balls to milk him dry. The three inside of him don’t stop either, keeping up a pace that is becoming very sensitive with every thrust. As if they send a jolt of electricity through him with each pass over his sensitive prostate.

Dean pants out, weary eyes watching the black tendrils do their thing. “Cas?” He asks as if the angel know the answer to the question that goes unasked.

“The door hasn’t opened yet,” he inquires.

His green eyes flicker over to the door that is still sealed shut. Every movement the tentacles now make is very overstimulating and overbearing. He grinds his teeth as little grunts escape his throat at each thrust.

“Just hold out a little longer,” Cas’s fingers knead at his scalp. “You can do this.”

A shiver runs down Dean’s spine as he squeezes his eyes shut. It’s painful and Dean reaches down to at least move the tentacle from his dick. But Cas is quick to grab his wrist and bring it back over his head with the other. Dean arches his back, trying to move or push the burning feeling from his hardening dick for the second time tonight. He whines out a noise that is shaky and on the verge of a sob.

Suddenly, the three tentacles in him stutter and sink a little deeper within him. They pulse and bulge lightly as they cum deep within the hunter. The hot cum feels sticky just like the slime that the tentacles are covered in. Dean’s body shakes at the sensation, his mouth gaping wide as it feels like it keeps going on for ages.

When the tentacles deem itself finished, they pull out slowly, leaving Dean feeling sticky and slightly bloated. The rest of the black, slithering tentacles retract from Dean’s body just as slowly as if not wanting to let go. He pants and licks his lips, trying to collect himself the best he can. But he still feels very dead to the world. That might’ve been the best orgasm he’s ever had.

“Holy shit,” he manages to get out.

A loud click drags both Dean’s and Cas’s attention over to the door that opens by itself smoothly. Dean can’t help the breathless laugh that bounces off the cave walls.

“You did great, Dean,” the angel comments with a smile.

Dean swallows thickly and doesn’t move from where he is. He looks back into the water and quickly notices that the tentacle mass has moved away from him. It keeps at a distance like it did with Cas. He thicks his dry lips again.

He’s never going to be able to look at another alien porn the same.

-

The wait had felt like forever. The blinding light were starting to strain the hunter’s eyes and bring upon a harsh headache. The waiting room for the nurse’s office wasn’t full at all. It was only Dean and another older lady. No one has come out of the nurse’s office nor has anyone gone in. It’s testing Dean’s patience a little too much. It has his leg bouncing non-stop.

Finally, the nurse’s door opens and out steps a dark-haired man that catches Dean’s eye immediately. His broad shoulders hug the white nurse’s coat a little too well and his hooded eyes look downwards at the clipboard in hand.

He licks his full lips before calling out, “Dean Winchester?”

His gravelly voice stirs something in Dean that he immediately ushers away. Dean stands up a tad eagerly, raising a shy hand.

 “Yes. I’m-“ he clears his throat. “Here.”

The nurse looks to him with the bluest of blues. Dean swallows thickly. If he’s getting a check up from him, then he won’t complain here. The nurse gestures into the room for Dean and the hunter complies without a word. He looks down at the name tag on the nurse’s chest as he passes, needing to know the name of this man.

Mr. Novak. Not anything like Doctor Sexy but where is Dean to judge. He’s just here for a check up and then he’s out of here. Back to the bunker he goes. Sam had forced him here even though they don’t do check-ups. Never do. They just go about their merry way.

Dean sits himself up on the bed as Mr. Novak locks the door behind him. Doesn’t need anyone coming in here unexpectedly.

“So, we’re here just for a check up today?” Mr. Novak asks, Dean’s gut flipping again at how deep his voice is.

“Yeah, pretty much. Nothing too out of the ordinary,” Dean admits with a shrug trying to act casual.

“Good, good,” Mr. Novak comments as he looks the hunter up and down, painfully slow.

Dean swallows thickly. He’ a nurse. It’s his job to do this type of thing. Maybe he can do it without having the bedroom eyes but that may be something Dean is looking into too much.

Mr. Novak grabs a tongue depressor and moves over to Dean. “Let’s begin with opening your mouth as wide as you can,” he states lowly.

And Dean does as he’s told. He opens his mouth as wide as he can and the depressor is placed on his tongue, pushing it down. It goes a bit further back into his throat than Dean expects and he almost gags. But he holds still, staring up at the ceiling as Mr. Novak inspects his mouth.

Once satisfied, the nurse pulls away with a hum. Dean clears his throat automatically, shmacking his tongue a few times as well. He stifles a cough, blinking away the tears that formed at the corner of his eyes.

“Your oral health is good. You’re gage reflex even better,” Mr. Novak comments with his back turned to Dean.

“Excuse me?” Dean asks.

Mr. Novak flashes a small torch his way. “And now for a general check over your eyes.”

The next few check overs go smoothly and nothing out of the ordinary. But the entire time, Dean can’t seem to keep his eyes off the nurse.

“With this next check-up,” Mr. Novak turns as he’s putting on a pair of blue gloves, “this may be a bit more personal. You don’t have to do it today, but it’s better to check everything than nothing at all.”

“Wait a minute,” Dean stutters out. “You don’t mean?”

“Every man should be checked at this once,” Mr Novak says as he leans back against his desk. “Even a man at your age, you never know.”

The hunter suddenly feels very enclosed in the room. He doesn’t know if he wants to go through the humility of having a hot doctor’s fingers up his ass.

“If you’re uncomfortable, we can skip this.” Mr. Novak says, bringing Dean from his thoughts.

Dean can feel his ears burning. And all the nurse does is stare at him with hooded eyes. Dean swallows thickly. May as well go through with the check-up. The last thing he needs the other hunters- or Sam for starters is that he was killed by prostate cancer.

“No, no,” Dean stutters out, feeling his face go all the redder. “You’re right. I should get checked up.”

Mr. Novak nods with a smile that shouldn’t be as charming as it is. “I just need you to turn around with your pants around your knees and bent over the table. This will feel, foreign,” he drawls out on the last word with something in his tone.

Something that has Dean hopping off the bed and turning around quickly so that he doesn’t have to look at the damn nurse any longer. He just really hopes that he doesn’t notice that he’s semi-hard.

Quickly unbuckling his belt and slipping them halfway down his thighs, Dean tries to ignore the eyes on the back of his neck. He can feel Mr. Novak watching him and it makes him fumble a few times. This isn’t like that. It’s for medical purposes. He places his hands on the bed in front of him and tries his best not to think about it.

A large hand splays out on his lower back and Dean can’t help but flinch at the sudden touch. He stares at the poster in front of him about how the air ways work. What a lovely diagram.

“This will be cold,” Mr. Novak states, “Just relax.”

Dean steels himself, grinding his teeth down so that no ungodly noise slips through his lips. The finger is cold and well lubricated. Dean grunts, but doesn’t move an inch. Mr. Novak’s hand slips in deeper, searching for his prostate. His fingers curls inside of him, prodding in and out and you’d think a nurse would know where the damn thing is!

Then Mr. Novak finds it. And he starts kneading at it, checking to see if it’s healthy. Dean can’t help but groan through grinded teeth, his heart beating loudly in his chest. It feels too good.

“It’s a natural reaction, don’t worry,” Mr. Novak all but purrs out.

That doesn’t help Dean’s growing erection that he tries to hide in the bed. He breathes slowly in and out of his nose, letting his head dip down slightly between his shoulders.

Then a second finger slips in next to the first. Dean’s head shoots up and he’s back to staring wide eyed at the throat diagram. Two fingers now curl inside of him at his prostate, the cold lubricate now warm inside of him. He grips the sheets on the bed, drying to hold in the noises that want to make themselves known from within his throat. But it doesn’t help. He exhales shakily, a quiet whine escaping his mouth as Mr. Novak strokes his prostate.

“Are you uncomfortable with the check-up, Mr. Winchester?” The nurse asks, his gravel-like voice honey to Dean.

The hunter can only shake his head as he lets it dip between his shoulders again. He’s fine. He’s-

A gloved hand comes around the front of him and grabs at the base of his cock. Dean chokes back a gasp, biting his tongue for letting himself go.

“Like I said,” Mr. Novak begins. “It’s only natural. Let yourself go; you can crack a tooth with how hard you’re grinding your teeth.”

Dean exhales shakily as Mr. Novak begins a slow, painful pace on his cock. All while he continues to prod at his prostate. It feels like electricity is being struck down Dean’s legs and he knows he won’t be able to keep his knees from buckling if Mr. Novak keeps this up. He tries to keep his jaw relaxed but it’s very hard when he knows that there’s people outside of this room. No wonder why he locked the door.

But it all ends so suddenly when both hands retreat from Dean’s body. He dares himself to look over his shoulder at the nurse.

“We’re not done yet,” Mr. Novak says as writes down something on the clipboard on his desk. “One more check-up and we’re done for today.” He looks to Dean with a raised brow, those blue eyes lingering far too long on his exposed ass. “Do you want to continue?”

Dean swallows before breathing out a shaky, “Yes.”

“Good,” Mr. Novak smiles. “For this, I need you to keep your hands on the bed. I need a proper examination on your prostate.”

The hunter can only nod as he looks back down at the bed. A large hand places itself in between his shoulder blades and pushes him down until he’s face down in the blue hospital sheets.

Mr. Novak’s two slicked fingers slip into Dean again, stroking and scissoring him open that has the hunter groaning and grunting. It doesn’t last long though to Dean’s dismay. But he’s quick to feel the head of Mr. Novak’s cock against the rim of his ass. By God he just wants the nurse to fuck him already. His mind is a fuzzy mess and be damned if he isn’t thinking right at the moment. His desire is plain and clear between his legs and all he wants is that sweet release by Mr. Novak’s skilled hands.

He tenses as Mr. Novak pushes in slowly. The hunter can’t help the moan that comes from his mouth, like some woman in those pornos he watches. The nurse massages the back of his head with his thumb as he bottoms out immediately. He’s big, bigger than Dean would have imagined. But the painful stretch is too good to let up.

“Relax,” Mr. Novak says again. “You’re being so good for me.”

Dean shivers at the gravelly words. The hunter tries his best to relax, but it’s very hard when he can feel every inch of the nurse inside of him. Mr. Novak pulls back ever so slightly before pushing in again, earning himself another groan from the man beneath him. He sets a slow, even pace that has Dean making breathy, eager noises with each thrust.

With each movement, Dean’s painfully hard dick is pushed into the bed beneath him. It’s just the right amount of friction, he can feel a wet spot forming from how much he’s leaking. He grinds his teeth again, supressing the noises weaving their ways through his pants.

“Now, now,” Mr. Novak tsk’s as the hand on the back of his head moves to hook two fingers into his mouth. They part his jaw open, fitting two fingers between his molars to keep his mouth open. He pulls up so that Dean is now standing with his back arched. He doesn’t let his hands leave the bed, holding himself up. “What did I say about grinding your teeth. You’ll crack a tooth and I’m not some dentist that can fix that for you,” he speaks lowly in Dean’s ear.

Mr. Novak quickens his pace with this new found angle, thrusting upwards into Dean with determination. Dean tries to form words but they all but turn into panty exhales of, “Ah- hah- ah.”

If it wasn’t for a strong hand on his hip, Dean would have fallen into a gooey puddle on the ground ages ago. He knows for a fact that he’ll have a bruise their tomorrow to remind him of everything. Mr. Novak continues his even, deep thrusts that hit Dean’s prostate every time. Drool dribbles down his chin but he can’t be bothered to care. He stares hazily at the ceiling, trying his best to grind his dick on the bed. But with this new found angle he brushes it faintly every now and again.

He might come untouched at this point. Everything is a bliss and he can feel his balls tightening and his body feels too hot in his clothes right now. A bliss that has him choking and moaning with everything the nurse gives him. He’s surprised if the people in the hall don’t know what’s going on in here with how loud Dean is being.

Mr. Novak shoves his fingers deeper into Dean’s mouth suddenly. The hunter gags slightly, but takes them all the same.

“I do wonder, Mr. Winchester,” the nurse purrs in his ear, “How deep I could truly go? Would you be able to fit me down your throat without gagging? I’d love to test it in our next appointment.”

Dean thinks about it all too well. The imagine of him on his knees in front of Mr. Novak, taking every inch of him down his throat. Letting the nurse see how much of himself he can fit inside of Dean. The thought of him coming down his throat as Dean struggles to breath has the hunter tipping over the edge.

His orgasm hits him like a brick wall, electricity shooting through every nerve. It knocks the air and all his senses out of him and he doesn’t hear how loud he is. His dick twitches as hot, thick ropes of cum splatter onto the bed in front of him, spoiling the sheets.

Mr. Novak’s fingers leave his mouth but he’s quick to push Dean into the bed and the sticky sheets. He thrusts harder and faster into Dean, riding him through the last parts of his orgasm. The nurse shutters a breath as his hips stutter, coming deep within Dean’s ass. The sensation of being fill sends a shiver down the hunter’s spine, feeling the nurse’s dick twitch and unload within him.

Dean doesn’t move from the bed as Mr. Novak pulls out, patting his ass gently. His legs shake and he doesn’t think he’ll be able to walk out of here without being hauled out in a wheelchair. Paralysis by ass fucking. What a way to go.

“Dean?”

The bed suddenly slips out from under him and he hits the cold tiled floor with a loud thud. He groans out in pain, his chin now throbbing.

“Dean.”

The room shakes and everything suddenly turns very, very dark. He strikes out, feeling as if he’s falling through the floor.

He grabs onto the gun under his pillow and points it to the nearest thing that moves.

Castiel stands in front of him with furrowed brows. The angel is standing in his room. Next to his bed. Why is he here? What’s going on? Is there an emergency?

“Wha?” Dean mumbles out, his tongue still filled with sleep.

“It’s only me,” Castiel says as he crosses the space between them. He grabs onto the barrel of the gun and lowers it.

Dean blinks, once, twice and thrice. He then becomes very aware of what is going on in his pants. They feel, awfully damp. He fumbles his blankets around his waist as to not make it all too noticeable.

“What are you doing here, Cas!?” Dean barks out.

The angel frowns at this.

No, fucking way was Dean just having a wet dream. No. No. No. Absolutely not. And especially not with Castiel looking like a hunk in a doctor’s uniform. No. No. No. Absolutely not. Oh dear lord.

“You were having a nightmare. This one was causing more of a reaction from you than the others,” the angel states monotonously.

Dean’s eyes widen like a deer in headlights. “You didn’t see the dream- I mean, nightmare… did you?”

He doesn’t know how red his face is but he feels as if he’s burning up. God, how does he tell the angel to get the fuck out in the nicest way possible.

“No. I haven’t done that since you asked me to stop,” Castiel answers.

Dean’s tense shoulders sag as a breath of air he didn’t realize he as holding is expelled. Thank God or whoever is up there.

“Do you want company or, do you want to talk about it?” The angel asks calmly.

Dean shakes his head viciously. “Nope. Not tonight, bud. Thank you, Cas. Not tonight,” the hunter fumbles out, repeating himself. “I’ll be fine tonight.”

Luckily, the angel doesn’t protest like he normally does. He nods and bids Dean farewell. As soon as the door closes behind Cas, Dean lays back down in his bed with enough anger that he bounces.

What in the fuck was that!? He enjoyed that a little too much and Jesus Christ he actually came in his pants. He just truly hopes that the angel didn’t go snooping around in his dreams. Because he doesn’t think he could face Cas after that. He needs to get out of here for a while. Take a long hot shower and then an even longer drive in Baby to clear his head. He runs a hand down his face with a loud groan.

Maybe it’ll get the image of Castiel in a doctor’s coat out of his head. But damn it will it be hard with how good the angel looked.

-

It was meant to be simple. In and out.

There was a lot after in and before out. But it was like anything they had done before. Go in, shoot some fucked up monsters and the one responsible then come back out with only a few scrapes and grazes.

One thing Chris has always told you and the team, anything can go wrong. Yet you had stupidly and naively thought that nothing could go wrong with Chris. Because… it’s Chris. Chris Goddamn Redfield. He’s been through this since the late nineties. The man has seen more fucked up and inhumane shit than you could count on both of your hands and feet.

So, when the man’s voice had come over your radio, at first it had to be some sick joke. You couldn’t help but laugh at it at first. But the silence that had come afterwards had only made a thick, heavy brick sink into the bottom of your gut. Umber Eyes had asked for confirmation and had received it quickly by Chris.

“Alpha in. I’ve been… infected. New orders are to leave without me once I’ve planted the bomb and you’ve found Rose. No exceptions. Over.”

You had been informed beforehand that the virus acts quick. Too quick for anything to be done once you’ve been bitten and there’s no cure for it. And Chris has been infected. Your Captain. Your-

Goddamn you promised yourself you wouldn’t get too into this fucked up relationship. You grip the radio with enough strength you feel like you could crush it, bringing it to your mouth so quickly you almost clack it against your bared teeth. You exhale shakily, watching your warm breath form a cloud in the chilly air.

The forest surrounding the village is too quiet for your liking despite the absolute chaos going on downwards. The smell of the mold is drafted up to sting your nostrils, the wind chilling even through your heavy gear. A chilling shiver runs down your spin as you lick your cracked lips, trying to find the will to ask the question yourself.

“This is Beta. Are you positive? Over” You ask, even though you already heard the answer before.  

The radio is silent for way too long before it crackles and Chris’s gruff voice comes through, “Positive, over.”

“FUCK!”  

You find yourself screaming into the trees, pacing away from the sight of the village before coming back. Breathing comes in painful, cold inhales that don’t help the shaking your hands have begun to do. Your heart thumps within your chest, your eyes staring down at the village with pure resent. You can almost taste the bitterness on your tongue. Or maybe it’s the bile threatening to rise up form your stomach.

Umber Eyes comes over the radio. “We’ve located Rose.”

You lick your lips again, trying to wet them in this damn cold. You know where Chris was last. Despite being posted here as look out, the urge to rush down is becoming an itch that you can’t ignore. The thought of staying up here and doing nothing pains you more than anything. You fiddle with your assault rifle before checking the magazine. Full.

Without another thought, you jump down the ledge you’ve been spying on and head down to the village. A lump forms in your throat that you can’t swallow. You’re disobeying orders. Orders that were given to you by your Captain very clearly and strictly. Keep look out. Keep a bird’s eye view over the village in case anything happens that the rest of the team isn’t aware of- Fuck that! You can’t just leave Chris behind. He’s your Captain and- He’s your Captain!

You trek down the fresh snow, having to use your assault rifle as a makeshift cane to help you balance yourself here and there. The last thing you need is a face and gear full of snow to slow you down.

Keeping your wit, you venture into the outskirts of the village with your gun ready and steady. You move quickly, jogging down the roads that have bodies of the creatures piled up like a goddamn war zone. You’ve only seen them from afar and on video recordings from the team’s experiences. You’ve never been put in front of one of these things. Chris likes to keep you away and uses the excuse of, needing to have someone looking down on everything from above. And yes, it has been helpful in the past but recently, you can’t help but feel like he’s keeping you away from the danger on purpose.

And you’ll give him that. The reason why your flings here and there with Chris haven’t turned into something solid is because he’s afraid of the loss. He has said that bluntly to you once before. And you can’t really blame the man for pushing away. You’re aware of his track record with his former team members in the past. So having you and the others must be like a stab in the gut that he’s been given yet another team to go out and do the same shit over and over again. Kill and wipe out bioweapons that threaten humanity, yet they come back like fucking weeds that won’t go away no matter how many times you pull them out, poison them and stamp them into the ground.

It's one way to live, you’ll say. But it’s a living. It may be dirty work but it’s a good living. It’s good to know that keeping these creatures out of terrorist hands is making the world a little safer.

Yet, seeing these wolf-like creatures up close is like something out of a horror movie. Teeth and claws long and sharp, eyes a pale white that are now glazed over with death. You’ve seen death before, just not something so freakish. You’ve seen dead B.O.W’s but nothing that looked so… human?

Blood litters their bodies and you don’t know if it’s theirs or someone else’s. Many of them are riddled in bullet holes and you swallow thickly. They take a lot of bullets.

You keeping moving all while holding your lunch down. You’ve got to find the cave system that Chris had disappeared into. So, you follow the carnage you only know that your Captain could leave behind. And not before long, walking through a graveyard and following the trail of coloured smoke coming out of the ground, you find the cave. You lick your dry lips again as your radio goes off. The team are moving in, talking back and forth.

None of your team members know you’re venturing down here. You’re in this alone. This could cost your spot in the team and your job all together. You grip your gun tighter. Giving one more glance behind you, making sure you’re not being followed, you jump down into the cave system.

It’s dark and dreary down here. Flicking on your flashlight, you get a sense of your surroundings. The smell of mold is intoxicating that it makes your stomach roll with disgust. It smells damp and like wet rot. Like a house that’s been sitting for way too long.

You follow the same carnage of the creatures outside. You expect at least one of them to move or twitch or groan or something. As cliché as that sounds. But they all lay still, unmoving like the ground they now rest in. Chris made sure that what’s dead, stays dead.

Your radio crackles suddenly. “Bomb has been planted.”

Chris’s voice comes over hoarse and out of breath. Pained even. The virus must be spreading quick. Quicker than what they’ve led on to believe.

Without even thinking, you run quicker than you were before. You skip and hop over rock and debris, not watching where you place your footing. You need to get to Chris. That stupid bastard has probably gotten himself killed. Yet you know what’s happened which is a worse outcome than death. Infected. He’s infected and going to become a mindless thing.

No, you can’t think like that. Not-

The ground underneath the foot you’ve just placed forward tumbles beneath it. You fall forward, flailing your arms like some chicken as you roll and flip down a three metre dip in the cave. You land heavily with a grunt on the ground, your face full of the black dirt that covered this place. You think it’s dirt. It doesn’t taste like dirt as you spit it out with a hack and a harsh cough. It tastes disgusting and sour and you don’t want to know what you’ve just ingested.

You rise to your hands and knees, unstrapping your helmet and tactical goggles on your head. You throw them aside, the gear being covered in the thick black substance.

“What the…” you breathe.  

But then you look up, and you can’t help but gape upon what you see. A large black mass hangs above you, pulsing and swelling. And the smell is god awful. Your assault rifle goes flailing off somewhere. You rise to your feet, your eyes never leaving the mass in front of you. Taking a few steps forward, you feel your gut sink low within your chest. Maybe you should’ve stayed up in the nest. The things you’ve seen in the span of half an hour is more than you’ve seen in your entire lifetime.

A low, gruntle growl drags your attention to the shadows immediately. You stand frozen in place, a hand on your side arm that everyone in the squad have. Chris has personally given yours to you. The words he had uttered though are still burnt into your skull.

Leave the last bullet for yourself.

You just hope it doesn’t come to that. You watch as the shadows move, something lurks in the dark, something big and you can’t place your fight or flight response. Do you fight? Or do you run like your mamma taught you to when you were young.

Or freeze. Freeze like a deer in headlights as you see a pair of wolf yellow eyes come out to greet you.

You don’t realize at first, but it’s only because of the dog tags hanging out the creatures neck that you realize it’s Chris. Chris Redfield.

His eyes are wide, horrified as his bones crack and distort beneath his stretching skin. He falls to his knees, his gaze never leaving you.

He shakily breathes out, hissing his words. “What are you doing here!?”

Saving him? But how!? You’re not here to save him. You can’t. There’ no saving this. Has a child you had believed in God but seeing the things you’ve seen, you left God a long time ago. He isn’t here, men have played God too many times for you to believe in an Almighty. Control and creation, that is what He is about. Yet both do not go hand in hand for with creation comes free will and He punishes those who have such a thing. So, He makes them mindless machines, no longer human. That is how control is dealt. Make them with instinct, create them with lust and greed and wrath and He has something He can control.

And, so you can only watch mortified, unable to answer as Chris’s face shifts and morphs painfully. He snarls and hisses, drool pooling from his mouth as his old teeth are pushed out to be replaced by long fangs. His snout elongates until it’s a makeshift snout, his skin shifting and morphing, stretching over the bone. His shirt has ripped and his gear snaps as his body grows twice in size. He hunches over on his arms as they grow more bulky, thick black fur covering his skin.

You can’t utter a word as you watch your lov- your Captain morph into something he’s been fighting this entire time. Something he’s dedicated his entire life to destroying. Maybe he’s been fighting too long. Maybe his luck has finally run out for him because the thought alone his terrifying.

Chris’s yellow eyes lock onto you as he takes a step forward, his claws digging into the black, soft ground. His tongue licks at his bloody gums where his new fangs have come through, as if feeling and prodding at his new features. He looks… You would be stupid to not say that the pure strength that Chris vibrates isn’t, marvellous. Yet terrifying. Unpredictable. You stand between the beast and freedom now. His attention focused on you because he knows you. Knows your scent. Knows how you sound. Knows everything.

“Beee- daaaaa,” he tries to speak your name but it comes out more so in a long growl, something that rumbles your chest.

Finally, finally you get the will to speak. “Chris,” you swallow thickly, thinking of the options ahead for both of you. “We can get you back to the labs. Run tests. See if this is reversable.”

Chris shakes his head viciously, snarling as he does. He looks back to you, taking another step towards you as he growls deeply.

“Noooo,” he growls back, his speech still malformed from the large teeth within his mouth.

“Chris,” you speak softer as he takes yet another step towards you. You quickly realize he’s not more than a few feet from you now. Close enough that he could snap out and bite your hand if he wanted to. When had he gotten so close? You swallow thickly, taking your hand off your side arm to show your outstretched palms.

“Please,” you beg. “Come with me and this can be all a sweet dream.”

Chris shakes his head again, clawing at his snout as if there’s something there that he’s trying to shake off. You watch frozen. You should take this time to run off back to the squad. Or even radio in that you’ve found Chris. But what would everyone say? They’d be confused and outraged that you’ve left your post. You know they’d tell you to shoot him. Chris would tell you to shoot him!

Shoot!

“Leaaavvvveeee,” Chris growls deeply, his throat rumbling with the long drawn out word.

You lick your lips. As much as you want to go, you can’t. You can’t leave Chris here. He still has his mind. They haven’t taken him just yet. He still knows you. Still has the will to snap you away to safety. Empathy still shows as he fights off the instinct to kill. He still holds onto his humanity even though everything in his body vibrates to sink his claws into something warm and breathing.

You shake your head as you take a step forward. Stark yellow eyes latch onto your movements, watching your every move.

“I’m not leaving you behind in this sect pit,” you seethe quietly.

Reaching out a hand to Chris, you realize just how badly you’re shaking. You just hope that Chris doesn’t smell your fear if that’s even a thing. Those yellow eyes watch your outstretched hand, his whole body going ridged. Even on all fours, he stands a few feet higher than when he was human. His fur has come in thick, and it looks shaggy and ragged like wire. His bald snout is wet with sweat and drool and you inch carefully closer to try and touch him. To ease him into coming back to the nest with you.

But not everything goes like how it does in How to Train Your Dragon, because Chris snarls as he jumps forward, tackling you to the ground harshly into the black dirt. All the air from your lungs is pushed from your chest as a large, clawed hand holds you firmly to the ground.

You grab onto his large hand as you gasp for air, trying to refill your lungs. You wheeze, grinding your teeth together hard enough to crack as Chris opens his mouth right in front of your face. This is the end. This is the last thing you see. You can’t help but breath in his hot breath as you try and find air for yourself. Drool falls onto your face as his jaw surround your head. Everything freezes for way too long. Your nose can almost touch the back of his tongue, his fangs touching your ears. This is how you die. Loving a man too much that you ran to the depths of hell to try and save him.

You close your eyes, waiting for the end. Your only thought is how much of a stupid lovesick bitch you were.

Death doesn’t greet you though, nor does the sweet crunch of your skull between Chris’s teeth. It’s a warm, wet tongue that slides up your face that snaps you out of your haze. You breath heavily as you watch Chris sniff you, breathing in deeply as his nose crooks into your neck.

“Beeee- daaaaa,” Chris growls into your skin.

Shakily, you bring a hand to the side of his face. He flinches away but his yellow eyes look upon you, his pupils blown wide. The hand on your chest lifts a little, but only so he can drag you across the ground towards him. He towers over you now and he returns to sniffing at you again, inhaling as if he can’t get enough of you. His hand still holds you down, as if afraid you’ll now run off without him.

“I neeeed yoouu,” Chris rumbles out once more.

You blink, a little confused. What does he mean- You feel your face flush hot as you feel something thick and hot rub up against your inner thigh. You can’t see from where you’re pinned, but you’re not stupid.

“This isn’t really the time, Chris,” you whisper out, as if someone else is here and they’ll hear. “We should get back to the nest and see if we can get further help there. Run tests, get our best scientists to get you back to human.”

Chris shakes his head, drool flicking onto your face. “Nooooo,” he growls again, his face mere inches away from yours. His tongue rolls out and licks your mouth, hot, wet and sticky. “I neeeed youuu. Yoooouuuu, Beeeee- daaaaa. I neeeeeed yooouuu noooww.”

You swallow thickly, keeping your lips shut tightly as Chris rolls his tongue over your mouth again. His breath stinks and the last thing you want his that tongue on yours. But you can’t help the wet pooling between your legs in your pants. You’ve never heard Chris be this… needy. Did the infection amp everything up to a thousand? Did the adrenaline hike all his senses up past human?

You don’t know where fucking a B.O.W is on your Do-not List but you think it’d be pretty high up there.

“Will you come with me if you get this outta your system?” You ask, more on the verge of a snap.

Chris’s dilated pupils look to you with pure want. “Yesssssss,” he rumbles out.

“You owe me big one when we get you turned ba-“ You snap but you don’t get to finish your question as a hot tongue pushes its way between your lips.

You muffle your words as Chris laps at the inside of your mouth, tasting every inch of you as his grip on your chest tightens. You grip onto the hair on his arm, your eyes rolling back into your skull as his tongue dives in deeper down your throat. You gag a little and Chris is quick to retreat before diving in deeper again. You feel his fangs graze your cheek as his tongue laps down your throat, cutting off your air way. He seems to like the taste, not being able to get enough. You gag again, your body convulsing a little as your chest begins to hurt from lack of air. This time, Chris pulls on the way out, licking a strip up your face for good measure.

You inhale sharply, coughing and spluttering as all you can taste is Chris. Sour like the dirt underneath you.

Chris lets go of your chest only so he can run his claws down your pants. He rips them off with ease before you can even tell him you’ll happily remove them for him. Before you can protest about your torn pants, Chris’s tongue licks a hot strip between your legs, spreading your folds and making your clit twitch. You whine as he does it again, and again, and again, as if he can’t get enough of you. His eyes are closed as if he’s savouring the taste of you.

His tongue dips into you, wanting more of your warmth and wetness. He delves in deeper until his fangs are dangerously close to your body. You gasp and clench your teeth as your muffle a whine past your fisted hand as his thick tongue pushes up against your g-spot. You shiver as his tongue thrusts in and out in a frenzy, a slick wet pop echoing every time his tongue retreats out of your clenching hole.

You can’t help the noises that fall from your agape mouth. Your whole body shivers and twitches as his tongue pushes harder against that sensitive bundle of nerves inside of you. If he keeps this up, you don’t think you’ll last much longer. There may be a bomb somewhere but you’re only concern at the moment is how Chris’s tongue curls within you with every thrust.

You grip the ground as you arch your back, your mouth agape as your orgasm hits you. It builds intensely as Chris prods at your g-spot with each pass of his tongue, each time becoming more sensitive than the last. You shiver and gasp as your orgasm shudders in waves. And Chris doesn’t stop, drinking every last drop that you give him as if he’s drinking water.

He brings you to the verge of a painful sensitivity, making you whine and cringe at the feeling of your whole body becoming too much. You whine again as you try and shuffle away from him, to at least get a little time out before letting him get this rut out of his system.

But Chris growls at your movements, his clawed hands coming down and gripping your thighs. Hard enough that there’s going to be bruises there in a couple of hours time. He pulls you back to him and licks at your folds once more, getting one more taste. His stark yellow eyes look upon you, his pupils still blown wide.

He steps forward over you as he lets go of you. But before you can think of doing anything, he flips you onto your stomach. You get a mouthful of the sour black dirt and at this point you don’t think it’s dirt. It’s too soft and too powdery to be dirt. It stinks of fungus and… mold. You spit it out quickly, coughing and spluttering. You don’t want any of that shit in your system.

Your mild panic is soon replaced by another as Chris towers over you. His snout comes down beside your face, his hot breath huffing against your cheek.

“Beeeeee- daaaaaaa. Pleeeeaaaase,” Chris begs before licking a hot strip up your face. “Pleeeaaaase. I neeeeed youuu nooooow. I neeeeed-“ he growls deeply, licking at his lips as if he can still taste you.

“What do you need, dear?” You ask softly, hoping the fear coiling within your gut can’t be heard on your voice. You trust Chrus with your entire being. You love the poor man for God’s sake. Have you ever said such a thing out loud? Of course not.

But your fear stems of that you’ve got a B.O.W towering over your, fangs a hairs breath away from your face and the only thing on said B.O.W’s mind is to fuck. And it’s probably going to be a rough fuck with how Chris is huffing and growling in your ear. You just hope he doesn’t break you.

Chris ruts up against your ass, and you can feel how big he is. You thought his tongue was bad enough, you don’t know if you’ll fit all of him in. But you raise your ass in the air for him. You look underneath and you can see the thick, dark red cock twitching between Chris’s legs. Good lord is that a knot!?

You swallow thickly as you watch the tapered head slide between your saliva slick folds. Chris growls near your ear as he tries again to catch your hole. The head slides again, making your clit twitch. You reach back this time, guiding his cock into your cunt. And as soon as Chris catches, he thrusts in wildly. He knocks the breath straight out of you as his thick cock bottoms out to the knot in just two pumps of his hips.

You’re already slick and wet from Chris’s tongue but the stretch is wild. It burns and you bury your face into your arm on the ground as Chris picks up a quick pace. You don’t get time to adjust, and you’re left a panting, whining mess as the B.O.W takes what’s his.

“Beeeeee- daaaaa,” Chris growls.

You feel so full, every bit of Chris stretching your cunt out to fit him. You let him take you, letting him have his fill. You clench around him as you feel yourself on the edge of another orgasm. Each thrust pushes you away but Chris follows you, not wanting to let you get away. Not when you taste this sweet.

“Chris- fuck,” you moan as he presses a hand down onto the back of your head, pressing you further down into the mold so that you don’t slide away from him. All you can do is take it, listening to your own moans and groans coming from your panting mouth. Chris growls and huffs above you, his pace brutal and unwavering.

It feels like it goes on forever and you don’t know how much more you can take. The slick slap of his knot hits your cunt with every thrust, and you know what his end goal is. He’s going to try and stick that thick knot in you and stretch you even wider. He’s going to pump you full of his cum and nothing will seep out until he deems it right to let you go. You just hope to God you don’t birth out some fucked out babies with teeth and claws.

Yet, the thought of him filling you up until there’s nothing left to give sends a thrill down your spine. You clench around him suddenly, the thought making your clit throb.

“Come on, then,” you grin into the ground, enjoying this all a little too much. If only the team could see you. Being fucked by Chris like some wild animal. “Fill me up, Chris. I want you to fuck me like it’s your last day on earth.”

You can feel Chris shudder at that, his whole body shivering above you. You feel his position shift slightly and he thrusts harshly, pressing his knot against your cunt to see if it’ll fit. You groan as you feel the stretch, but it won’t budge. Chris pants above you as he thrusts in and out a few more times before trying again, and this time with a little budge the knot pops in. You groan deep within your chest, gripping handfuls of the ground as all you can feel is Chris. You’re so full you feel, content. s

Chris pulls out, your pussy tugging with it a little painfully. But the next time Chris thrusts in the knot goes in smoother until he’s fucking you with just the bulge. Your second orgasm hits you like a freight train. It feels like everything has amped up to a twenty and you squirm and shudder under Chris’s hold. He doesn’t let you go, his face lowering down to yours.

“Beeeee- daaaaa,” he growls deeply.

He pushes all of himelf inside you once more, stretching your cunt around his knot again but this time you can feel it swell withing you. And you thought you felt full before. You shudder out a gasp, your whole body vibrating.

Chris growls as he cums deep inside of you, painting your insides with him and only him. You feel the hot cum begin to dribble out and down your thighs with how much Chris is pumping into you. You pant loudly as you try and collect yourself the best you can with every inch of Chris’s thick cock inside of your stuffed pussy.

“Thaannk youuu,” Chris growls out quietly.

You’ve never been thanked for sex but there’s always a first. You just hope that Chris doesn’t regret this if you ever get him turned back, because you’ll have to agree to yourself. That was a thrill.

After Chris deems himself done, he pulls out with a pop and takes a step back away from you. You flop down into the ground with a huff as you let your body collect itself. How on earth are you going to explain your state to the rest of the squad as you come back with a lycan Chris in tow.

Hey, I left my post and found Chris and he had a lot of pent up adrenaline from the change so I let him fuck me. Why? Well maybe because me and Chris have been having a fling here and there before hand so it was no biggy because we’ve FUCKED before. No biggy. Right?

“Beeee- daaaaa,” Chris rumbles right beside your ear. “Weee neeeed to leave.”

You lift your head and look upon his now shifted, lycan-like face. You can still see Chris under all that fur. But Chris’s old face is much more handsome. You don’t think you can deal with having a tongue down your throat every time you want to kiss the man.

“Yes, yes,” you hiss. “Just, let give me one more minute.”

Chris huffs at that and rolls his eyes. It seems getting that shit outta his system he’s recollected himself and is able to think properly now. He looks upon you with his yellow eyes in worry. As if he’s broken you.

“I’m fine,” you assure. “You try getting fucked by a B.O.W.”

Chris tries to scoff but it comes out more like a bark.

You rise to your hands and knees and look around, wondering how the chances are if Chris took off his pants before he transformed. Because you really, really don’t know how you’re going to explain this. It almost feels like coming back home with a random stray dog you picked up off the street, hoping that your parents let you keep it. But this one is just your furry Captain that stares at you wondering the same thing.

How on earth are both of you getting to the helicopter and getting Rose to safety. Couldn’t of Chris gotten bit after we were done here? It would have made everything so much easier.

Maybe you can steal the pants of one of the B.O.W’s you passed before. They gotta have pants!

-

V moves his head up so he can spy Johnny sitting on the other end of the lounge. He mumbles something that has the rocker’s eyebrows furrowing and his lit cigarette pausing near his mouth. When the merc doesn’t go on further to repeat himself, Johnny rolls his eyes and takes a long draw of his cig. He blows out a thick cloud of smoke that disappears into nothing.

The odd little gig that Regina had given V was just that. Odd. It included getting a doll out of Night City and across of the border. It was going all smoothly until he offered to pay in sex rather than eddies. Something that V had become very flustered over and denied it, saying it wasn’t necessary. The next thing that happened had V all flustered and going as red as a tomato.

He had patted V’s cheek with a sweet smile and said, “You’re a good boy, you know that? Don’t change that sweet lil’ heart of yours. Regina picked the right merc.”

“Intense?” Johnny quips. “All he did was offer you a good bang.”

V awkwardly looks up from where he is on the couch at the rocker boy. He pulls smoke on his cigarette and blows it out in V’s way. The digital smoke curls around him and for a second, he can almost smell the cheap tobacco.

“Yeah whatever. You try keeping your cool while six border guards stare at you,” V bites back as he sits up in the couch.

“And to think you robbed Arasaka of their most prized possession,” Johnny mumbles.

“Fuck you, too,” the merc quips, flipping the bird to the engram.

He runs a hand down his face and when he opens his eyes his heart jumps from his chest. Johnny stands over him, his smoking cigarette held out to the side. He watches a speck of ash fall off the end and onto the carpet where it disappears instantly. All digital.

“The fuck you want,” V snaps.

Without a word, Johnny kicks V’s foot to part his legs. The merc raises a brow, eyeing him down. He doesn’t move his legs back together though, all too curious on where the rocker is going with this.

“So, because sex was involved you want to finish what I didn’t start? Funny,” V says unimpressed.

Johnny shakes his head. “No. By God, you’re thick sometimes,” he says as he flicks his smoke into V’s face.

The merc flinches, having felt it hit his skin before disappearing. Johnny bends over a little and grabs V’s face with his silver hand, squishing his cheeks. He looks at the merc over the top of his aviators, almost inspecting him. Dark eyes hover over his lips.

“I like the way your face goes as red as a fucking tomato when someone compliments you. You know that shit happens to you right?” Johnny comments. And he can only smirk as V’s cheek blush a beautiful colour.

V doesn’t move though. He should swat Johnny off, tell him to fuck off. Especially when the hand slips down to wrap around his throat, squeezing ever so slightly. He grabs onto the rocker’s wrist, but doesn’t pull him away. Instinct more than anything.

With Johnny’s other hand, he cups V’s growing bulge in his pants and kneads it a little too painfully. V hisses and tries to sit up but Johnny pushes him back down by his throat. This only turns V on further and he grips Johnny’s hand tighter. He can feel the warmth of the cyberware against his skin. Too real to think it’s fake.

“Now, now. Don’t wanna go against the whore’s words and be a bad-“

“Don’t you finish that sentence, you prick,” V snaps but he can feel his face growing hot.

Johnny chuckles lightly. “For a merc, you have a beautiful blush.”

Hearing those words from his mouth, it only makes V’s face all the redder. A stifled groan escapes his throat as Johnny works him through his pants. If the rocker doesn’t touch him proper soon, he’s going to throw him off. So instead of waiting, with his free hand he unbuckles his belt and pulls down his pants just enough for his hard cock to free itself.

Johnny grips V’s cock firmly and begins a steady yet edging pace. All while squeezing even harder around his throat that has the merc gripping onto Johnny harder. Breathing becomes a little hard as his hold is firm and tight, making V’s head light. But he isn’t complaining.

“Did you know your ears go red as well?” Johnny asks, more to mock than anything else.

V grinds his teeth, his gut coiling as pleasure and warmth shoot through him. This even pace that Johnny is doing is agonizing and painful.

“Shut up,” V spits, even though he’s enjoying this a little too much.

Johnny knocks his legs part a tad more before sliding his leather clad knee up against V’s balls. A shiver runs down his spine at the contact and he tries his best to grind back down onto Johnny. He grips the couch with his free hand, trying to reach his high as quickly as he can because he knows how much Johnny likes to watch him squirm. His gut coils at each stroke and he can feel his balls tense.

“Faster,” V groans out.

His breathing becomes short and shallow as Johnny continues the pace on his weeping cock. He’s fully hard and precum leaks from his tip that the rocker collects with his thumb before gliding it down the base and repeating. He isn’t going to change his pace. Each stroke has V shaking and groaning from deep in his throat. They become louder as a thumb is dug deeper into the soft skin underneath V’s jaw, another shiver running down his back. He can barely breath but he’s also so close. He can feel his balls tightening against Johnny’s leg.

“All red in the face from just a hand job,” Johnny grins into his words, enjoying the view a bit too much. “I wonder what you’d look like if someone actually fucked you good and proper.” He speaks the word almost so blandly but it still strikes like a punch to the gut to V’s dick in a way that has spots coming to his vision.

The thought of Johnny taking him, fucking into him rough and hard. Watching V squirm and moan over his cock is enough to have the merc reaching his climax. Hot cum weeps from his cock and onto his toros. His whole body goes stick and ridged and V feels like he can’t breathe for a moment. He can feel Johnny’s eyes on him, eating him up. He keeps stroking V through his orgasm, pumping every last bit of cum out of him until he’s a shaking mess on the couch. Until it’s a sticky mess all over himself.

He lets go of V but keeps near, his knee still positioned between V’s legs. V pants and swallows thickly, trying to collect himself the best he can with the rocker hovering over him still. He tries his best to sit up straight but doesn’t go far.

“Heh,” Johnny chuffs before he smokes on a cigarette he’s pulled from thin air. “I think I finally understand why everyone is so eager to get in your pants.”

“Go eat a dick,” V snaps through his short inhales and exhales.