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He dragged hard on the joint, harder, the smoke rising to his brain, helping to cloud it. But no drug he used could make him think of anything other than the scene in front of him.
Castiel was dancing and laughing in the middle of the soldiers and civilians, everyone spinning and stomping their feet to the sound of the raucous music, the musicians playing like it was the end of the fucking world. The winged hero linked arms with men and women in the center of the square, not caring about the caresses they stole from him from all corners, especially on the large black wings, which even folded on his back had a massive presence.
I mean, it was no secret to anyone that Castiel was an invert, not caring about what was between the legs of the person he was fucking, but, fuck, did he need to leave it so wide open in the middle of dozens of soldiers who hadn’t gotten laid in at least a few months? There wasn’t a soul in that place who hadn’t given Cas at least a second look.
Alright, Benjamin admitted in a secret corner of his mind—Castiel was hot as fuck for a man. The light white uniform that Vought insisted he wear, to give off that feeling that the hero was an angel, now just made him look like a sex demon. The fabric clung to every curve and fold his body made, revealing even the contours of his glorious ass. And Benjamin’s fucking stomach churned with jealousy every time one of those bastards looked a little too long at the full flesh or the thin waist.
And Cas still had that light and happy aura, so different from the one he had on the battlefield a while ago. There wasn’t a single wretched Nazi who hadn’t pissed their pants seeing a fucking angel descending his wrath upon their troops. I mean, fuck, who wouldn’t be shaken by that?
Having Castiel on your side in a war was almost a crime. Not only did he cause panic and fear in the enemies, but with the same hands that could heal almost any wound, he could also crush a skull without even blinking. Benjamin still shivered at the image of that divine creature covered in blood, crushing his adversaries like some angry god.
The same eyes, once cold and opaque, now shone a blue as strong as the sky under the streetlights. That guy definitely had something wrong in his head (besides being a fairy, of course). I mean, who, in their right mind, would go from an unscrupulous killing machine to a joyful and sweet being in the same day?
That bipolarity messed with him. One moment Cas threatened him without remorse, saying he’d rip his dick off if he didn’t stop disrespecting him, and a few minutes later, he flirted with Benjamin as if he were desperate to be fucked by him. Benjamin’s father, a man so devout to the Bible, would roll over in his coffin if he knew how the creature closest to an angel on Earth was, in reality, an absolute whore.
Just as he would have some good things to say to his son if he knew how painfully hard he was because of a provocation Cas had made earlier.
The two went to the front line, Castiel being practically air cover while Benjamin crushed skull after skull, heart after heart with his shield. The two broke the War when they were put in battle—only the two of them could break formations of hundreds of German soldiers, Japanese, and any son of a bitch who came. No weapon worked against them, no man could take them down. They were invincible.
And Castiel still healed the Allies at the end of every conquest, pouring his own blood onto the tongues of those he chose to save. Benjamin held it to himself that Little Wings only did it for those who would give him something later—especially if that something was a good dicking later on. The hero was getting tired of that shit, of night after night barely being able to close his eyes to the sound of Cas screaming and moaning like a slut while being impaled by the dick of some random imbecile. And, worse, Benjamin’s traitorous dick seemed prone to the idea of helping to fuck him. His fucking body betraying him, calling him a faggot.
I mean, that shitty pigeon was good at leaving him confused. He didn’t put up with Benjamin out of fear or brown-nosing. No, Castiel was almost as famous as him and also almost as strong, as the Soldier realized the many times they threw hands. He could subjugate the winged brunette after a few blows, but that bastard had the advantage of healing whenever he wanted. So, after a few hours, when Benjamin was already destroyed and tired as hell, Castiel continued pounding his bones to the breaking point, just to make sure Benjamin understood his point well.
So, Benjamin didn’t understand why Cas remained so attached to him. The little shit stayed glued to him day after day, no matter how many punches or shots he took, wrapping Benjamin around his finger with his deep, sexy voice until, without realizing it, the hero spoke everything the other wanted. How his childhood had been, where his whore of a father was, what he felt being used as a war toy by Vought. Castiel got everything he wanted from him, those damn puppy eyes.
Why? He must be a spy sent to test his loyalty to America. Surely that slut would fuck him over to all the political bigwigs as soon as they got out of that damn War, wanting to steal his spot as hero number one. Yes, that bitch wanted to absorb Benjamin with everything he had, wanted to stick a knife in his back.
Even so, Benjamin was a needy asshole who couldn’t stop himself from getting carried away by the attention, by Castiel’s affection. That vulture wannabe knew exactly what to say to destabilize him, how weak he was for caresses and, principally, how he depended on praise almost as if it were his oxygen. Castiel might seem naive, but he was far from being an idiot. He was a snake, a fucking snake who knew exactly where to squeeze to make Benjamin moan, and Soldier Boy was fucking himself over for it—Castiel was increasingly erotic and seductive, poking at what Benjamin tried to bury so deep inside himself.
So that morning Benjamin didn’t stop Cas from taking him to the Field Hospital, claiming that the tank shell the Super Soldier took to the leg was a serious wound. I mean, he was limping and maybe the bone was broken, but Castiel never seemed to care about that kind of thing before. But the winged hero sat him on the individual gurney, totally surrounded by white curtains, not caring about the filth that the blood-covered bodies of both of them made. Without warning, he ripped Benjamin’s military pant leg open, making a face at the damage present there.
“This is going to need more than I imagined,” he whispered, fingers passing like a ghost over the veins and muscles and lacerated bones.
“Come on, Fairy,” Ben scoffed. “You’ve fucked me up way worse than this.”
Castiel rolled his eyes, looking for something in his makeshift pockets. Those shitty uniforms they were forced to wear weren’t functional in the slightest.
“I never would have lifted a finger against you if you didn’t act like the biggest son of a bitch I’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting.” Castiel then pulled out a switchblade, not even hesitating before sticking it into his own throat, even if not too deep. “I saved many today, I don’t have much blood left over, especially after having to redo my fucking stomach from taking that second shot in your place, you reckless asshole.”
Ben pressed his lips together, trying to hide the concern that burned in the pit of his stomach. That fucker would never feel the same for him, so let him lose all his blood saving those random whores of his.
“I imagine the orgy tonight is going to be big, then,” he hissed, bringing his face close to Castiel’s soft, white neck. He pulled the blade out and blood gushed from the opening, spurting with less force than was healthy. Benjamin didn’t wait: he plugged the hole with his mouth and swallowed the scarlet stream. He didn’t know if it was part of the bizarre effect of Cas’s powers, but whenever the brunette’s blood touched his tongue, the world exploded. It was a tsunami of pleasurable sensations, a peak so overwhelming that sex, drugs, fucking nothing came close. An immediate dizziness hit him, while every fiber of his body seemed to be electrocuted. The hairs stood up on every inch of his skin and his dick, ah, his dick pulsed with a force that almost tore his pants. That wasn’t just pleasure, it was a fucking epiphany.
Without even being able to hold back, he let out a moan of pleasure, trying to suck even more of the liquid into his mouth, but at that angle and with that ridiculous amount of blood coming out, he couldn’t get almost anything. He squeezed Castiel’s waist with a force that would break a normal human trying to adjust him into a better position. The brunette grabbed his shoulders.
“Fuck, Ben, take it easy,” he said through gritted teeth, even though he craned his neck to improve the other man’s access. Benjamin pulled away with a sound of discontent.
“Nothing’s coming out of this shit. Fuck, how much did you let the others take?” He said with almost a growl. For some reason, something had been burning his insides lately whenever he saw someone other than him with lips glued to Cas’s skin.
“Don’t be an idiot. Most use the blood bags I leave ready,” Castiel said and stood up, not warning Benjamin before placing a knee on either side of the Captain’s hips, hovering over his lap while offering his crimson-stained neck. “Try it like this.”
The Soldier tried to feign indifference—that the other’s perfect ass so close to his swollen and aching cock didn’t affect him. He went back to holding Cas’s pelvis and sucking his neck, wondering how the fuck someone who just came back from an open-air massacre could smell so good. He could almost distinguish the tones of vanilla beneath the metallic scent of blood.
Castiel held his head in place with his own arms, giving a moan that mixed pain and pleasure while tangling his fingers in Ben’s brown hair. Soldier Boy could feel that wonderful sensation spreading more and more, as if every square inch of his body were being injected with heroin, with immediate relief from the pains he felt.
In a short time, nothing seemed wounded or torn anymore. Even so, he continued with his mouth over Cas’s throat, who lowered himself completely onto his lap, sitting so, so close to his erection. When his fingers ran through the back of Ben’s neck, sending shivers down the hero’s spine, he forced himself to stop with a final lick over Cas’s self-mutilation, which began to close as soon as he pulled away.
He sought Castiel’s eyes, which were dark with what looked like lust, the small line of blue still apparent highlighted by the red of the brunette’s cheeks.
“You need to stop giving so much blood to these useless bastards, Cas,” he reprimanded the other. “They are human soldiers, nobody cares if they come back or not. These miserable wretches are sent here to die, there’s no reason to lose yourself so much for them.”
Castiel dropped his arms, adjusting his posture while looking to the side, just like an embarrassed child. “I just pushed myself a little more today because it’s when most of the rescued French are going back home, so I wanted to give another chance to some of the more fucked up ones. These men are nothing but poor devils thrown into a hell they didn’t ask for.” Ben let out an ironic laugh.
“Anyone seeing you talk like this might think you care about these bums beyond their cocks.”
“I’m not the slut you think I am,” Castiel reprimanded him with a painful slap on his shoulder. Fuck, was he not going to get off his thighs? Shit, if someone walked in there now, what would they think? That the great Soldier Boy was a fairy too? “Sometimes I just truly feel pity for these fuckers thrown into a battle of near-gods.” He shrugged, the great feathers of his wings rustling. “And, answering you, I have no intention of participating in an orgy since the last Herogasm. I mean, fuck, those guys don’t know what ‘that’s enough’ means?”
“Nobody’s to blame if you’re the Super with the lowest libido.”
“As if,” Castiel bared his teeth in a threat that looked more cute. “It’s not my fault if none of those idiots know what to do right. I mean, fuck, you almost monopolize all the girls with V, it’s kind of hard to find a durable pussy there, or a willing cock.”
“I don’t want sickos like you, queers, touching my girls,” Ben shot back with disdain. “And it’s not my fault I have the best and biggest dick there.”
“Seriously?” Castiel gave a sly smile before grabbing the erection without warning, making Ben jump and grab his wrists with surprise, a grunt stuck in his throat. “Because down here tells me you have no problem being close to a ‘sicko’ like me.” He squeezed the bulge to emphasize. Benjamin could have thrown him off his lap, could have punched him away. All he did, however, was threaten, his voice hoarse:
“Take your hand off. Now, you filthy whore,” Benjamin hissed, but his fingers closed around Castiel’s wrists, not knowing if to pull him away or hold him even tighter. He could feel the heat radiating from Cas’s hand through the fabric, a familiar electricity that had nothing to do with the blood, but everything to do with the touch. His eyes burned, fixed on Castiel’s cracked mouth, which was slightly parted in a defiant smile.
Soldier Boy’s mind screamed with the echoes of his father, with the sermons about "perversion" and the "stain" of the "inverts." Cold sweat ran down his forehead, an internal struggle manifesting as an almost imperceptible tremor in his muscles. But the body, the damn body, was betraying every one of his principles. That grip, the proximity of Cas’s ass against his erection, and the certainty that Castiel knew the effect he was causing, were a hell and a paradise in one. His cock was going to explode without any contact.
“What’s the matter, Ben?” Castiel teased, the smile widening, blue eyes sparkling with a dangerous understanding. He squeezed Benjamin’s cock a little more, and the air fled the Super’s lungs. The border between hate and desire was crumbling, and Benjamin felt the bitter taste of defeat—or perhaps, the sweet taste of something he never dared admit to himself. “Afraid to try it and end up liking it more than you should, big guy?”
Castiel let out a sigh, shoulders dropping a little at the other’s lack of reaction. “I don’t want any orgy today. No, today I just want a pair of hands that know what to do. A body that isn’t afraid to get dirty, that I can use and use without fearing it will break.” He let go of Benjamin’s cock, but slid his hand up, grazing the tense abdomen and stopping on the chest, right over the star symbol. His eyes, fuck, Cas’s eyes didn’t leave Ben’s, the intention as clear as a punch.
Every cell in his body screamed for Cas to continue, to do more, not to stop, never to pull away. What would my father say? The old man would flay him alive, call him an aberration, filthy like… like them. But that bastard was dead, fuck. Dead and rotting, unlike the angel on his leg, the expression loaded with something close to affection.
But, fuck, Soldier Boy was the number one hero, the symbol of a generation. What would they think if the best man, if the most virile and strong person alive was a little faggot? He would become a joke, at the very least. No one would take him seriously, respect him, treat him as a hero deserved to be treated. His heart raced, breath becoming heavy as his head created scenarios of the humiliations they would make him face, the disgust of the public and everyone around him.
“Those voices in your head, Benjamin, they have nothing left to say.” Castiel’s timbre was soft, almost a whisper, but it hit me like a shot. Cas looked at him as if he understood everything, as if he read him like an open book. “No one can stop you from doing what you want. From being who you want. From fucking who you want. It doesn’t matter what they told you, Benjamin. It doesn’t matter what you think you are. I’m here. And I’m not going anywhere. You can be whatever you want, with me.”
He was right, the bastard. He was right, and that irritated Benjamin to hell. The anger bubbled together with the fucking desire. He wanted to strangle him for being so… him. For knowing exactly how to fuck him up, for disarming him with that gentle voice and those blue eyes that seemed to see into the deepest shit of his soul.
But, goddammit, he also wanted to rip Castiel’s clothes off right there, pull him on top of himself and feel that body against his until he couldn’t take it anymore. What was his father going to do? Come back from the grave to give him a beating? Let him come. Benjamin broke his fucking face last time, it wouldn’t be different now. To hell with it—he wanted Castiel. He wanted Cas with an intensity that gave him disgust, and lust. A ticking time bomb inside his own head, ready to explode and take everything with it.
He wanted not to be a scared maggot shit. Who hid from the need to grab Cas with all the accumulated lust consuming him, with that intrusive feeling that stole his sleep but that he refused to face. Because he didn’t deserve affection, compassion. Didn’t deserve anything good—and Cas, fuck, Castiel was more than perfect, even in his imperfections.
“Mr. Archangel, sorry to interrupt, but I fear the stocks with your blood have run out.” A female voice, trembling, said from the other side of the curtains. Castiel straightened up, getting off the Soldier’s lap with a wink before opening the curtain, barely giving Ben time to compose himself.
“Hello, sweetheart.” Cas smiled at the nurse, making her blush. Fuck, what was this son of a bitch’s problem? “Show me who’s in need, but I think I can’t give any more today.”
Benjamin gritted his teeth, irritated by his own weakness. He was a fucking Super, he didn’t have to be trembling and afraid to take what he wanted. He wanted Cas, and he would have him.
Back in the square, the raucous music and chaotic dancing seemed amplified, every note and movement invading Benjamin’s senses. His eyes locked onto Castiel, who was now floating among the civilians, wings open in a collective embrace, melodious laughter echoing over the buzz of the party.
He got up from where he was, walking firmly toward the Archangel. Most of the soldiers looked at him, something between tension and fear on their faces as they tracked his trajectory, clearing a path for him. His blood boiled more and more with each step, mind clouded by the weed and desire.
When he finally reached the prototype of an angel, he found a Russian soldier about to kiss Cas, fingers under the brunette’s chin, totally oblivious to the hurricane approaching. Ben growled, pulling Castiel by the shoulder with force at the same time he landed a punch on the communist son of a bitch’s face, not bothering to moderate the force with which he hit that human.
"What is it, Soldier Boy?" Castiel asked, voice grave and calm, but with an edge of defiance Ben recognized. "Come to join the party or are you here to ruin everyone’s fun, as usual?"
And, like the asshole he was, he cracked a smile full of satisfaction and arrogance, laughing while the Soldier dragged him by the arm, bones popping under the grip. He took the winged hero to the cabin they shared, barely giving Cas time to process before closing the door and pinning him against it, taking his mouth with everything bubbling inside him.
It wasn’t a romantic kiss. It was an explosion of desire, with Benjamin taking Cas’s mouth as his property, mapping everything the tongue could reach as his territory. Because Cas was his, his and no one else’s.
The brunette seemed to agree, wrapping his arms around the taller man immediately, opening his mouth so he could do whatever he wanted with him. But Ben didn’t just want that—no, he started running his hands over everything he could reach, firmly, wanting to leave marks and bruises that, even with his healing factor, Castiel couldn’t remove. He groped ribs, waist, hips, squeezing all the flesh with gusto, delighting in the heat under his palm.
Castiel moaned like a whore against his mouth, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted to make the hero scream, clamor, and beg for him like none of those humans would be able to do. Ben moved his lips down the other’s neck and chest, sucking and tasting the skin before rising to his ear, whispering through gritted teeth:
“Take this fucking uniform off before I rip it off of you.”
Cas gave a strangled moan before starting to do as he was told. He hurriedly took off his uniform, but it still wasn’t enough. Ben helped remove the fabric, not giving a fuck if he was tearing it or not, only wanting to get to the skin once and for all.
But the Soldier couldn’t hold back a growl of excitement when Cas was finally half-naked beneath him. Under the leather, the brunette wore white lingerie, the lace not doing much to hide his leaking erection, a little bow closing everything like a fucking gift. Ben gave a lopsided smile, biting Cas’s earlobe while saying:
“Later you don’t want me to think you’re a whore.” He traced the elastic of the panties with his fingers to the back, where delicate tangles of lace outlined Cas’s ample ass. He filled his hands with the flesh, squeezing it hard. “But look at you now. Dressed like a cheap slut. Were you that anxious to get a dicking tonight?”
Castiel lifted his face to him, eyes almost black with lust. Even so, he was ironic when saying:
“I was betting on whether you were going to pull the stick out of your ass and eat me once and for all or not.” He gave a dirty smile, dripping poison, while lifting his knee to press his naked thigh against Ben’s erection. “If you didn’t stop being a coward, I’m sure I’d love to know how the Soviets share everything.”
Benjamin took Castiel’s mouth with a grunt, as demanding as before. Shit, Cas knew exactly which buttons to push. But he was already tired of playing nice.
He lowered his hands from Cas’s ass, grabbing his knees and hiking him up. The Archangel gave a gasp of surprise, but soon wrapped his arms around the Soldier’s neck, with no room to move his legs, moaning at the strong contact of their groins. Ben let out a cold laugh, grabbing the other man’s thick thighs right where they met his hips, forcing them so the hole present there faced forward, almost visible over the white lace. Benjamin even pushed himself forward, rubbing the leather over his cock on Cas’s sensitive entrance, tearing sighs from him.
“You winged slut.” He bit his neck, forcing blood out, feeling that aphrodisiac taste make him even lighter. “Is this what you wanted? My big thick cock in you?” He said while rubbing even harder against Cas, who grabbed his hair with uncommon strength.
“Fuck.” Castiel had his eyes squeezed shut, trembling slightly while feeling bite after bite—mark after mark. “Well, your cock still isn’t where I wanted it, but it’s already a good start.” He said, panting, grinding his hips against the other’s.
Benjamin grunted in response, Castiel’s provocation only stoking the fire he desperately tried to contain. But the truth is the facade was cracking. Cas’s words, the way his body moved against his, the pure offer in his eyes... it was too much.
Benjamin grabbed Castiel by the waist, lifting him as if he weighed nothing. The angel’s body responded immediately, wrapping his legs around his waist and squeezing him tight, Cas’s muscular thighs rubbing against Benjamin’s groin, intensifying the painful pressure in his cock. Benjamin walked staggeringly to the old wooden table in the center of the cabin, ignoring the silent protests of his mind. He needed to feel Castiel entirely, without barriers.
With a deafening thud that made the wood groan and crack under the impact, Benjamin threw Castiel onto the table. It wasn’t an act of delicacy, but of pure necessity. The wood snapped under the impact, one of the table legs wavering. Castiel let out a surprised gasp, almost a cry of pain mixed with excitement, but his eyes remained fixed on Benjamin’s, a wild lust dancing in his blue pupils.
Benjamin knelt immediately between Castiel’s open legs, the heat emanating from the angel’s half-naked body hitting him like a wave. He grabbed Castiel’s thighs, feeling the firmness of the flesh under his fingers, and spread them even further, exposing the view of the white lingerie that barely hid the anxious erection. The smell of Castiel’s body, a mixture of sweat, vanilla, and a metallic touch of blood, invaded Benjamin’s senses, sharpening his appetite.
"You slut," Benjamin murmured, voice loaded with desire and a hint of anger for having been driven to this point. He ran his hands over the fine lace, feeling the heat and moisture underneath, tracing the line of Cas’s hardened bulge with his thumb, eliciting a gasp from the dirty angel. "Demonic creature. You know what you do to me. You want to destroy me, make me go crazy."
Castiel smiled, a predatory smile that made Benjamin’s heart race. "Maybe I like seeing you lose control."
With a abrupt and violent movement, Benjamin tore the lace panties, the thin fabric parting under his super-strong fingers as if it were paper. Castiel let out a low, but guttural moan, lifting his hips slightly. The sight of the angel’s exposed intimacy lit an even more intense fire inside Benjamin. He brought his hands to the warm, soft skin, exploring every curve and recess, squeezing the ample buttocks with a force that would leave marks for days.
"Thought men didn’t get wet," Benjamin hissed, lowering his head to kiss Castiel’s thigh, nibbling the skin with sharp teeth, before moving his lips up to the already lubricated entrance. Castiel held his breath, fingers digging into the wood of the table while Benjamin teased him with light touches, Benjamin’s hot breath stimulating every nerve. “Or is that a thing of your pigeon anatomy?” He gave a small laugh, blowing on the pink hole that winked ceaselessly. If someone told him one day he would desire a guy’s ass, he would have, at the very least, broken that bastard’s nose. But now, seeing Cas’s little asshole so swollen and desperate for contact…
“I prepared myself earlier,” Castiel confessed, writhing for more contact. Benjamin growled, his cock almost exploding at the thought of the brunette touching himself, sticking his fine fingers inside himself while thinking of the Super Soldier.
He didn’t hold back anymore, pulling Cas’s perineum before placing his tongue there. He had sucked enough pussies, and even risked some rim jobs on some women, but this was truly different. The texture, the taste, everything was so strange—and there was still Cas’s sack on his nose, almost blocking his breathing while the hero tried to get the maximum possible of his partner.
But soon the strangeness passed, and Ben found himself increasingly involved in it. How Cas moaned and screamed for every point of the tight canal where he pressed his tongue, shouting profanities when he undulated the wet muscle as deep as he could, the taste of Cas and the lubricant flooding his senses. Before realizing it, Ben was doing a rapid back and forth with his tongue, stroking his fist with gusto around Cas’s member, which pulsed and spat pre-cum eagerly.
Cas’s cock was of a reasonable size, cute pink at the tip, and Benjamin, for a moment, thought about what it would be like to have it in his mouth—only to discard the idea with a growl. That might be too much for the Ben of now; but maybe, in the future…
He lifted his face from Cas’s ass, only to see him wrecked. His wings were splayed over the edges of the table, which was all cracked and missing pieces from the brutal grip of Cas’s hands. His face was beautifully flushed, and drops of sweat made him shine. Ben smiled, smug—for someone who had never touched a guy’s ass, he seemed to have done a good job.
The Soldier began to take off his own uniform without haste, totally aware of the look of pure desire Cas was shooting him. He left his underwear for last, delighting in the sigh of surprise and satisfaction the other hero let out when his cock sprang out proudly, veins almost popping from the skin.
The green of his eyes met the blue of Cas’s. His angel seemed in combustion, getting up with some difficulty from the table before kneeling in front of Ben, his cock pulsing at the height of his face. With a dirty smile, Cas began to touch the whole member, licking the tip when pearls of semen formed.
“For someone who told God and the World he’d never fuck a queer, your cock seems more than interested in it.” He teased, sucking the head with amusement. Son of a bitch.
Ben grabbed Cas’s hair, pressing his head forward, making him accept everything that fit of his cock in his mouth. The angelic hero moaned and grumbled, his wings opening and closing while tears rolled down his cheeks, but even so, he let Ben lead him.
The standing man threw his head back and gave a guttural moan, his cock melting into Cas’s wet cavity, who did his best to suck it. He felt the throat opening against his cock, allowing his invasion, until the brunette hero stopped him with hands on his hips, indicating he had reached his limit. Benjamin looked down, ecstatic at the sight of Cas’s red lips stretched around his cock, blue eyes misty with unshed tears.
“What is it, Cas? Is it hurting your throat?” He cracked an ironic smile, before pushing the brunette’s head, making him swallow a little more of his cock. “Thought you had trained enough. Or are you not used to such a big dick?”
Castiel narrowed his eyes at him, but said nothing. He only began to bob his head back and forth, stuffing everything he could into his mouth while jerking off the rest, sucking the head hard whenever only it remained in his throat. Ben couldn’t contain the guttural moans, bending forward to hold the table, making it creak. Fuck, Cas’s mouth should be sacred.
The brunette increased and decreased the rhythm, passing tongue and teeth along the entire length, working his cock back and forth with both hands when he set about sucking Ben’s balls. The Soldier was almost exploding, that known pull between the balls, the heat and shiver going down his spine.
“Cas,” he said through gritted teeth, trying to hold the moan while the brunette stared up at him from under his lashes, blinking in innocence even though his hands were on Ben’s cock and his lips on his scrotum. “I’m gonna cum.”
Cas stopped what he was doing, giving a mischievous smile before diving back onto Ben’s cock, swallowing with everything he could, the wet suction noise sounding like music to the Soldier’s ears. Ben felt Cas’s throat receiving him one, two, three times; and then he was coming with unmatched force, holding the other’s head in place while pouring all his cum in abundant jets. With the other hand, he squeezed the poor table, which finally couldn’t take it anymore, cracking and falling to the floor, split in two.
When he finally finished coming, he straightened his spine, still holding Cas while his cock had the last spasms. Cas stared at him like a true whore while sucking and swallowing everything given to him. A short time later he let the brunette go, releasing his still hard cock with a “pop,” saliva and sperm forming a bridge from the head to his lips.
Ben would have to tell Vought to change the name of the man who now stood up, swaying his hips to the bed. He wasn’t an angel and much less an archangel—he was a fucking demon, a succubus of the worst kind.
Without holding back, he threw Cas onto the bed at once, holding the back of his neck so the front of his body was pinned to the mattress. His wings opened, looking soft to the touch. Ben then ran his palm down one side, being greeted by an enthusiastic moan from Cas, who lifted his hips like a kitten.
“Th-there is sensitive,” Cas murmured, opening his legs and shuddering. Ben smiled, squeezing the base of the feathers with even more force, delighting in the man struggling beneath him.
But, however much he wouldn’t admit that out loud, he was already reaching his limit. I mean, who wouldn’t with such a succulent creature in bed? So Ben didn’t hold back anymore, fitting the wet and swollen tip of his cock into Cas’s entrance, which promptly opened for him.
Ben fitted his chest against the curve of Cas’s back, biting hard at the base of the large black wings when he shoved himself in with everything, his cock digging its own path in Cas’s guts. Castiel screamed and struggled beneath him, trying to escape the invasion, but Ben kept him firm in place with hands and teeth.
“Fuck, Ben,” he screamed, throwing his head back. “So-so big. You’re gonna tear me in half.”
With a grunt of pride, Benjamin began to move inside Cas’s canal. It was infinitely tight, overestimating his whole length, despite not being as wet as a vagina. But that sensation, that which shook his chest every time Cas screamed for him, scratching his arms when he thrust harder—that made it, somehow, be the best fuck he’d ever had.
In a few strokes he found himself addicted to it, diving hard into Cas in search of his own pleasure. With one hand he kept Castiel’s hips raised, while with the other he braced his hand on the wall, looking for support to thrust harder and harder into Cas’s asshole.
The angel moaned disheveled beneath him, grinding back against the cock invading him and yelling every time Ben hit a specific spot inside him. He grabbed anything his hands could reach, bending the metal bars that formed the bed in the process. His wings rose up, trembling, blocking Ben’s view.
The Soldier wanted to say something ironic, make some comment about Cas’s lack of control over his own body, but, fuck, that was so sexy that he limited himself to biting the fold of one of the wings, his hand making a hole in the wall from so much force he pressed. Without letting himself be shaken, he pulled Cas’s two arms back, pulling him to meet his thrusts.
Castiel clamped around him like crazy, making his endurance even worse. He held the other wing, taking out all the lust there while holding himself back not to fill Cas’s insides.
“Be-Ben, I’m go-gonna…” Cas tried, body in a near convulsion.
Benjamin pulled him by the arms onto his own lap, lifting Cas by the knees and pinning him against the wall, his cock still buried deep in the warm interior. They were face to face (even if it didn’t look much like Cas could see anything at the moment).
“You really are a whore,” he moaned, sinking into Cas desperately. “Gonna cum on my dick without me even touching yours, you slut? Like taking it back here that much?”
He lowered himself, biting Cas’s neck again. He was so close that his balls were heavy and hot, pulling in an overwhelming way.
“Ye-yes, yo-your cock is so good,” Castiel moaned, grabbing and scratching his back in wide bloody stripes.
The winged man’s words only made him boil even more. With one last deep and strong thrust, he sank completely into Cas, biting his shoulder to hold the tremor and the roars that threatened to take him. Cas moaned in unison, squirting his white cum between the two of them.
When the final tremor ceased, Benjamin lifted his head, the air dense with the smell of sweat, sex, and Castiel’s sweet fragrance. The angel’s body still trembled under his, and Benjamin could feel Castiel’s accelerated pulse against his chest. The cabin was a ruin. The table lay in pieces on the floor, the bed had its metal bars twisted, and the walls showed cracks and holes that betrayed the intensity of the confrontation.
Castiel was panting, blue eyes still misty and dilated by pleasure. The tears that rolled down his cheeks shone in the gloom, and his lips were swollen and red. He looked exhausted, but there was still a wild glint in his gaze that Benjamin recognized as his own.
Benjamin didn’t pull out of Castiel immediately. He squeezed his hands on the angel’s thighs, feeling the warm, damp skin. Benjamin’s cock, though still hard, throbbed with exhaustion and satisfaction. He rested his forehead on Castiel’s shoulder, inhaling deeply the scent that had now become addictive.
A heavy silence filled the cabin, broken only by the panting breath of the two Supers. Benjamin knew he had crossed a line, broken barriers he swore he would never break. His father’s voices and Vought’s sermons still echoed in his mind, but they were weaker now, muffled by the intensity of what had just happened.
Castiel moved slightly, a low moan escaping his lips. Benjamin held him tighter, almost as if fearing the angel might disappear. He felt Castiel’s body relax a little, yielding to the weight of Benjamin’s body on his.
"You didn’t tear me in half," Castiel murmured, voice hoarse and surprisingly soft. There was a slight irony in his tone, but also a vulnerability Benjamin didn’t expect.
Benjamin raised his head, looking at Castiel. "Thought I did."
Castiel let out a weak but genuine laugh. "I said you were big. Not that you would destroy me." He paused, his look becoming more serious. "But you tried, didn't you?"
The question hung in the air, loaded with meaning. Benjamin didn’t look away. He knew what Castiel was asking. He had tried to break Castiel, mark him, possessively. And, in a way, he had succeeded. But Castiel wasn’t broken in the sense Benjamin expected. There was something else there, something Benjamin couldn’t name, but that made him feel a strange mix of fulfillment and... fear.
"Maybe," Benjamin replied, voice lower than he intended. He finally pulled away from Castiel, his body protesting the separation, but the reality of the situation beginning to impose itself. He rolled to the side, sitting on the edge of the now-twisted bed, hands resting on his knees.
Castiel turned with difficulty, sitting up as well, legs shaky. He massaged the base of one of his wings, a faint moan escaping his lips. There was a deep flush on his cheeks, and his eyes, though still tired, shone with a new intensity. He looked at the holes and cracks in the walls, at the destroyed table, and a small smile appeared on his lips.
"I think... we broke some things," Castiel said, voice full of subtle humor.
Benjamin let out a short, dry laugh. "You broke them. I just helped."
Castiel rolled his eyes, but there was no anger in them. He moved a little closer to Benjamin, the space between them diminishing rapidly. He reached out a hand and touched Benjamin’s arm, fingers tracing the tense muscles. The familiar electricity ran through the Soldier’s body, but this time, there wasn’t the desperate urgency of before. There was something else, a strange calm Benjamin didn’t expect.
"You don’t hate me," Castiel murmured, eyes fixed on Benjamin’s. It wasn’t a question, but a statement.
Benjamin felt a lump in his throat. He wanted to deny it, wanted to scream that he hated everything Castiel represented, everything he made him feel. But the words didn’t come. Instead, he just clenched his jaw, gaze fixed on Castiel’s flushed face.
"I hate you," Benjamin managed to whisper, but the voice sounded empty, without conviction.
Castiel smiled, a small, satisfied smile. "No, you don’t. You desire me. And that terrifies you."
Benjamin growled in response, anger mixed with an overwhelming frustration. He grabbed Castiel’s arm with force, not to hurt, but to feel the flesh, to prove to himself that Castiel was real, that this wasn’t a crazy dream. The marks of his fingers, which before tore, now seemed more like a desperate grip.
"You’re a fucker." Benjamin hissed, eyes burning. "A goddamn parasite that burrows into my head and won’t leave."
Castiel laughed, a husky, sexy sound that made Benjamin’s blood bubble. He tilted his head to the side, blue eyes shining with dangerous intensity.
"And you, Soldier Boy, are a junkie. Addicted to me, and to what I make you feel."
The words hit Benjamin like a kick in the stomach. He tried to pull away, but Castiel didn’t let go, his fingers intertwining with his. The naked, raw truth of Castiel’s words was undeniable. He was addicted. Addicted to the pain, the pleasure, the confusion, the way Castiel disarmed him and made him feel things he spent his entire life repressing.
Castiel slid his hand to Benjamin’s chest, stopping over his heart.
"I’m not going anywhere, Ben. And you’re not going to push me away."
Benjamin closed his eyes, a low moan escaping his lips. The resistance crumbled. Castiel’s body was warm against his, and the sensation of the angel’s fingers on his chest was strangely comforting. He hated the weakness Castiel exposed in him, but he also couldn’t pull away.
When he opened his eyes again, Castiel was closer, his lips inches from Benjamin’s. The brunette didn’t ask for permission. He simply kissed him. It wasn’t a kiss of possession, nor of fury like before. It was a slow, deep kiss, a silent exploration that carried a promise. Castiel’s mouth was soft and warm, and Benjamin felt his body relax against the touch. He responded to the kiss, hesitant at first, then with a hunger he didn’t know he had. Benjamin’s hands moved up to the back of Castiel’s neck, fingers getting lost in the soft hair, pulling him closer.
In the chaos of the destroyed cabin, under the cracks in the walls and the broken bed, something new and dangerous was being born between Soldier Boy and the Archangel.