Not So Innocent
Nov. 17th, 2010 07:46 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
theinsaneeraserTitle: Not So Innocent
Author: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Pairings: Balthazar/Castiel
Other Characters: None.
Genres: Angst, first time, PWP, Schmoop.
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Spoilers for 6x03
Warnings: Dean dissing? (sorta, kinda not really), Unbeta'd.
Word count: 1565
Summary: Castiel wants those artefacts back, Balthazar has otherthings in mind.
Author Notes: so I finally got the curage up to post this here, and I know Destiel fans are gonna murder me so *hides.* Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
corvx143's Bal/Cas prompt on the ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
spn_saywut's prompt meme.
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He’d been shocked when he’d read Balthazar’s name on the little boy. To know that Bal was alive and safe, it had…reawakened many things in him, things he pushed back as soon as Bal opened his mouth. Sure Bal agreed to help him, he never doubted it, but Bal refused to give back the one thing that could help.
It had frustrated him to no end, something Dean did regularly. Maybe that’s why he had bonded so much with Dean, because Dean had reminded him of Balthazar, and he’d been very close with Bal. Closer then anyone had really knew. So after he’d set him free, and before Dean could start in on his rant, Cas had left, following Bal to where ever he was heading. He needed to talk to the angel, there was so much that he needed to say, that Raphael had interrupted.
One more reason for him to hate the stupid archangel who refused to see that their fathers will had changed, that everything had changed.
Once he landed he found Bal leaning against a dresser, glass of some sort of alcohol in his hand, a grin on his face. Castiel tilted his head, unsure of why his brother was grinning and quickly looked around for any sort of traps, but found none.
“I knew you’d follow.”
Oh, that’s why.
“Baltha-”
“No, no more talking.” Bal shook his head and took a step forward. “You know that is not the reason you came here Castiel.”
“I do not know what you are talking about.” Cas frowned and took a small step back, a little unnerve red by Bal’s accusation and the condescending tone I his voice.
“Oh,” Bal chuckled, now in Cas’ face, “I think you do little brother.”
Cas swallowed a bit and placed his hands on the wall, very much feeling like the cat backed into a corner Dean talked about often. Bal stared at him, the glass he had been holding rose to his lips as he took a sip. A softer smile spread onto his lips, but didn’t do anything to calm his vessels racing heart.
“I meant it when I said nothings changed between us Castiel.” He chuckled and took another sip, the glass disappearing. “Now,” he placed an arm on the wall but Cas’ head, “lets talk about why you’re really here.”
“I wish to speak to you about th-” the rest of what he said was cut off by a hand to his lips.
“Castiel, I am going to give you one more chance to tell me the truth or I will have to show you myself.” Bal said, his tone light, but his words heavy.
“I…missed you.” Castiel stated hesitantly. It was true, but his reasons were to come here and talk to Bal, try to get him to give him the relics back, weren’t they?
“You have been spending too much time around that emotionally repressed human you are so infatuated with.”
“We sh-”
“-are a ‘profound bond’.” Bal snorted. “You raised him from hell and left your hand print on him, you fell for him, killed for him, died for him twice.” Cas looked down staying quiet. “You lost everything for him without knowing if you’d get it all back. Then when father called on you and you left he resented you for it, not understanding anything.” Bal slipped a finger under his chin and raised his head so their eyes met. “You did so many wondrous things, but he’ll never know you. Not the real you, not the you I know.”
“Ba-”
“He’s an idiot. You love him and he’ll never be able to return the feelings, because he doesn’t know how to, Castiel. It is beyond him.” Bal chuckled. “Besides little brother, you’ve got me.”
His voice had dropped low and Cas felt himself react, the blood rushing to his groin as he bit his lip, his eyes locked on that of his older brothers. “I…do not…”
What excuses did he have left? That it was against his father will, if that had been so Michael and Lucifer would not have been allowed to be. Her had nothing left to deny that yes, he’d felt for Balthazar much when they had been together, close as they were. But the war had come on and split them apart and then Dean, troubled, broken Dean, had come and he’d felt his feelings shift to him instead, thoughts of his brother gone.
They were back.
Suddenly Bal’s lips were on his, and his fingers were in Bal’s hair, tugging him closer as he kissed him with a needy desperation. Their lips moved at fevered pace, a clash of teeth and tongue as years of pent-up sexual frustration released itself from Cas. He grabbed Bal’s hips and pulled him closer and he was some-what aware of the snap and the remove of clothing, but that was far from where his thoughts clustered.
He groaned as Balthazar ground into him, their naked erections rubbing together.
“You like that Cas?” Bal breathed in his ear and Cas opened his mouth to respond, but he was pushed back onto a bed and then Bal’s lips were on his once again, swallowing his whimper.
He was so caught up in the kiss he almost didn’t feel it when Bal’s lube-slicked finger slipped in past his tight ring of muscle. He let out a gasp in shock and pressed back, groaning at the feel of his finger penetrating deeper inside him. Bal groaned and pushed his finger in deeper, before pulling it out and thrusting it back in, adding a twist and a curl and Cas had never felt anything better.
“B-Bal.” Cas whimpered and arched his back as a second finger was added, scissoring and stretching and oh-so-good. “I can’t, I don’t…” he moaned and Bal wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling their chests flush.
“It’s alright; I’ve got you little brother.”
Cas stared up at him before dragging him back down for another kiss as Bal added a third finger and Cas felt like he was falling apart, piece by piece; it felt so good, better then he thought it would. Truth be told he thought sex would be dirty and messy, but this wasn’t messy or dirty. It was a never ending feeling of pleasure and want and it was raw, untamed; animalistic. Something Castiel had never been.
When Bal’s fingers left him he squirmed and made a soft sound of protest, only to cry out as he felt Bal slowly push into him. Cas’ nails dug into his back as he clung, hanging on for dear life as the wave of emotions and sensations became almost unbearable. Bal grip on his waist tightened and when Bal still Cas finally found himself able to relax, his breath coming out in fast puffs, sweat starting to pool on his skin.
“Does it hurt?” Bal asked, his own voice sounding wrecked.
Cas shook his head, not trusting his own voice as the moment as he tried to calm himself. He felt like he was on fire, in the most pleasant way possible. He dug his nails in deeper, knowing he could not hurt him, never had to worry about that with Bal, Bal could take it, would always take it.
Time stretched on and the low, throbbing need in the pit of his stomach grew till he couldn’t take it anymore, he needed Bal to move, to give him the sweet friction he craved. He needed to be whole, complete and loved in a way that only his brother could, the brother he missed and loved so dearly, the brother he could never say no too.
“Please.” His voice was barely a whisper and he was sure Balthazar couldn’t have heard him; but he had. Bal slowly pulled out before thrusting back in, causing a shout to peel its way out of his throat a s his nails dragged down the sweat-slicked back to grip at his hips and draw him closer, deeper. “Ba-ah!” he cried out as he tried to crawl into Bal’s skin, could feel the insistent push of his brother’s grace.
Bal let out a low moan as his thrusts took on a steady, fast face, his Grace pushing against his own, pulling and tugging till they mixed together and became one, like they had so many times before. Having not been in bodies, Grace sharing was as intimate as this, and although they were joined now in more ways then one, it was the feel of Balthazar’s Grace with his own that finally sent him over the edge.
“Bal!” he cried as he came, hot-sticky cum between their bodies, before he felt the mirrored inside him as Balthazar came with a shout.
It took a few minuets for his vessels breathing to slow down and for Bal to slowly pull out, snapping his fingers and clearing up the mess. Cas rolled over and buried his face.
“So, about those artefacts…”
“Cas, if you don’t shut up, I’m going to shut you up myself.”
It was tempting, oh so very tempting.
Author: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Pairings: Balthazar/Castiel
Other Characters: None.
Genres: Angst, first time, PWP, Schmoop.
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Spoilers for 6x03
Warnings: Dean dissing? (sorta, kinda not really), Unbeta'd.
Word count: 1565
Summary: Castiel wants those artefacts back, Balthazar has otherthings in mind.
Author Notes: so I finally got the curage up to post this here, and I know Destiel fans are gonna murder me so *hides.* Written for
corvx143's Bal/Cas prompt on the spn_saywut's prompt meme.He’d been shocked when he’d read Balthazar’s name on the little boy. To know that Bal was alive and safe, it had…reawakened many things in him, things he pushed back as soon as Bal opened his mouth. Sure Bal agreed to help him, he never doubted it, but Bal refused to give back the one thing that could help.
It had frustrated him to no end, something Dean did regularly. Maybe that’s why he had bonded so much with Dean, because Dean had reminded him of Balthazar, and he’d been very close with Bal. Closer then anyone had really knew. So after he’d set him free, and before Dean could start in on his rant, Cas had left, following Bal to where ever he was heading. He needed to talk to the angel, there was so much that he needed to say, that Raphael had interrupted.
One more reason for him to hate the stupid archangel who refused to see that their fathers will had changed, that everything had changed.
Once he landed he found Bal leaning against a dresser, glass of some sort of alcohol in his hand, a grin on his face. Castiel tilted his head, unsure of why his brother was grinning and quickly looked around for any sort of traps, but found none.
“I knew you’d follow.”
Oh, that’s why.
“Baltha-”
“No, no more talking.” Bal shook his head and took a step forward. “You know that is not the reason you came here Castiel.”
“I do not know what you are talking about.” Cas frowned and took a small step back, a little unnerve red by Bal’s accusation and the condescending tone I his voice.
“Oh,” Bal chuckled, now in Cas’ face, “I think you do little brother.”
Cas swallowed a bit and placed his hands on the wall, very much feeling like the cat backed into a corner Dean talked about often. Bal stared at him, the glass he had been holding rose to his lips as he took a sip. A softer smile spread onto his lips, but didn’t do anything to calm his vessels racing heart.
“I meant it when I said nothings changed between us Castiel.” He chuckled and took another sip, the glass disappearing. “Now,” he placed an arm on the wall but Cas’ head, “lets talk about why you’re really here.”
“I wish to speak to you about th-” the rest of what he said was cut off by a hand to his lips.
“Castiel, I am going to give you one more chance to tell me the truth or I will have to show you myself.” Bal said, his tone light, but his words heavy.
“I…missed you.” Castiel stated hesitantly. It was true, but his reasons were to come here and talk to Bal, try to get him to give him the relics back, weren’t they?
“You have been spending too much time around that emotionally repressed human you are so infatuated with.”
“We sh-”
“-are a ‘profound bond’.” Bal snorted. “You raised him from hell and left your hand print on him, you fell for him, killed for him, died for him twice.” Cas looked down staying quiet. “You lost everything for him without knowing if you’d get it all back. Then when father called on you and you left he resented you for it, not understanding anything.” Bal slipped a finger under his chin and raised his head so their eyes met. “You did so many wondrous things, but he’ll never know you. Not the real you, not the you I know.”
“Ba-”
“He’s an idiot. You love him and he’ll never be able to return the feelings, because he doesn’t know how to, Castiel. It is beyond him.” Bal chuckled. “Besides little brother, you’ve got me.”
His voice had dropped low and Cas felt himself react, the blood rushing to his groin as he bit his lip, his eyes locked on that of his older brothers. “I…do not…”
What excuses did he have left? That it was against his father will, if that had been so Michael and Lucifer would not have been allowed to be. Her had nothing left to deny that yes, he’d felt for Balthazar much when they had been together, close as they were. But the war had come on and split them apart and then Dean, troubled, broken Dean, had come and he’d felt his feelings shift to him instead, thoughts of his brother gone.
They were back.
Suddenly Bal’s lips were on his, and his fingers were in Bal’s hair, tugging him closer as he kissed him with a needy desperation. Their lips moved at fevered pace, a clash of teeth and tongue as years of pent-up sexual frustration released itself from Cas. He grabbed Bal’s hips and pulled him closer and he was some-what aware of the snap and the remove of clothing, but that was far from where his thoughts clustered.
He groaned as Balthazar ground into him, their naked erections rubbing together.
“You like that Cas?” Bal breathed in his ear and Cas opened his mouth to respond, but he was pushed back onto a bed and then Bal’s lips were on his once again, swallowing his whimper.
He was so caught up in the kiss he almost didn’t feel it when Bal’s lube-slicked finger slipped in past his tight ring of muscle. He let out a gasp in shock and pressed back, groaning at the feel of his finger penetrating deeper inside him. Bal groaned and pushed his finger in deeper, before pulling it out and thrusting it back in, adding a twist and a curl and Cas had never felt anything better.
“B-Bal.” Cas whimpered and arched his back as a second finger was added, scissoring and stretching and oh-so-good. “I can’t, I don’t…” he moaned and Bal wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling their chests flush.
“It’s alright; I’ve got you little brother.”
Cas stared up at him before dragging him back down for another kiss as Bal added a third finger and Cas felt like he was falling apart, piece by piece; it felt so good, better then he thought it would. Truth be told he thought sex would be dirty and messy, but this wasn’t messy or dirty. It was a never ending feeling of pleasure and want and it was raw, untamed; animalistic. Something Castiel had never been.
When Bal’s fingers left him he squirmed and made a soft sound of protest, only to cry out as he felt Bal slowly push into him. Cas’ nails dug into his back as he clung, hanging on for dear life as the wave of emotions and sensations became almost unbearable. Bal grip on his waist tightened and when Bal still Cas finally found himself able to relax, his breath coming out in fast puffs, sweat starting to pool on his skin.
“Does it hurt?” Bal asked, his own voice sounding wrecked.
Cas shook his head, not trusting his own voice as the moment as he tried to calm himself. He felt like he was on fire, in the most pleasant way possible. He dug his nails in deeper, knowing he could not hurt him, never had to worry about that with Bal, Bal could take it, would always take it.
Time stretched on and the low, throbbing need in the pit of his stomach grew till he couldn’t take it anymore, he needed Bal to move, to give him the sweet friction he craved. He needed to be whole, complete and loved in a way that only his brother could, the brother he missed and loved so dearly, the brother he could never say no too.
“Please.” His voice was barely a whisper and he was sure Balthazar couldn’t have heard him; but he had. Bal slowly pulled out before thrusting back in, causing a shout to peel its way out of his throat a s his nails dragged down the sweat-slicked back to grip at his hips and draw him closer, deeper. “Ba-ah!” he cried out as he tried to crawl into Bal’s skin, could feel the insistent push of his brother’s grace.
Bal let out a low moan as his thrusts took on a steady, fast face, his Grace pushing against his own, pulling and tugging till they mixed together and became one, like they had so many times before. Having not been in bodies, Grace sharing was as intimate as this, and although they were joined now in more ways then one, it was the feel of Balthazar’s Grace with his own that finally sent him over the edge.
“Bal!” he cried as he came, hot-sticky cum between their bodies, before he felt the mirrored inside him as Balthazar came with a shout.
It took a few minuets for his vessels breathing to slow down and for Bal to slowly pull out, snapping his fingers and clearing up the mess. Cas rolled over and buried his face.
“So, about those artefacts…”
“Cas, if you don’t shut up, I’m going to shut you up myself.”
It was tempting, oh so very tempting.
