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Dumat: The Dragon of Silence (nearestvessel) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-10-13 00:50:00

Who: Castiel & Samandriel
What: Samandriel has been intentionally avoiding spending time alone with Castiel after The Incident with his evil lookalike. He finally allows that to change.
When: Friday 10/11
Where: The middle of nowhere
Rating: High. Standard Samandriel warnings.
Status: Complete




True to his word, Samandriel did text Castiel (and Lucifer, appropriately,) to let him know where he was and that he should come after work. He’d picked a quiet place, a little cabin out in the woods that was very, very comfortable, but also allowed them far more privacy than nearly anywhere else could. He laid there in his underwear (he hadn’t bothered getting dressed that day, hadn’t honestly felt up to it,) on the big fluffy mattress with its big fluffy pillows and took a nap. He had a couple hours before Cas finished doing his seemingly tedious day job. It was his hope that the dreams wouldn’t touch him there. Perhaps they might see the relative tranquility of the place and leave him be.

That was not the case. In his sleep, Samandriel was ripped open, down to the bare nerve emotionally. He did not scream or shake. He simply cried and slept. It was something he had learned how to do over the past weeks to keep from waking Lucifer. At least these dreams were of his life here and had nothing at all to do with heaven nor hell.

After a cursory text to Dean and taking a moment to change from his work clothes into something more casual, Castiel arrived at the location that Samandriel had texted him with. It was a bit out of the way, but he supposed that didn't make much of a difference these days. It wasn't as if he couldn't be anywhere he wanted at any given point.

He hadn't quite expected to find a mostly nude sleeping angel when he arrived, but was more concerned over the silent trail of tears on his brother's face than anything else. "Samandriel?" He asked, stepping closer and smoothing his hands over the front of his button up.

Samandriel had managed to curl comfortably around a pillow, the long, pale expanse of his back and legs exposed to Castiel while he slept disturbingly still.

Cas seated himself on the big fluffy mattress next to Samandriel and just looked at the younger angel for a moment. He hadn't taken enough time lately to consider how hard everything must be for him. It was not easy to Become, and he did not appear to have gotten the luxury that Castiel was being given for a slow build.

Not to mention The Incident.

They hadn't really spoken alone since then, and now that Cas thought on it -- it might have been purposeful. Settling his fingers on Samandriel's shoulder, he squeezed. "I'm here," he said.

Castiel picked an appropriate time in Samandriel’s dream to wake him, because he’d just reached the part where Cas pulled him through the floorboards. The younger angel’s eyes opened, settling on his brother’s knee for a moment before he lifted his gaze enough to see him.

He almost wished Castiel hadn’t come at all.

He looked away again. It was much safer to look at Castiel’s leg than it was his face. Samandriel didn’t know what to say, so he held his tongue and enjoyed what positive contact he could get.

Cas only curled his fingers around Samandriel's arm a little more fully, although not quite possessively. "You've been avoiding me," he said, slowly, turning his gaze toward the sunshine coming in through the window. "Have I upset you, brother?"

Whether Castiel intended it or not, there was claim in that touch, and some distant part of Samandriel wondered if his brother was going to pull him out of his own personal hell the same way he’d pulled Dean out of actual hell. He pressed his face against the pillow a bit more.

“No,” Samandriel promised softly. Not in waking, at least, had Castiel upset him. Dreaming, yes, but it should have been to no one’s surprise that when the angel of Thursday asked him to take sides, Samandriel didn’t bat an eyelash in his choice.

Frowning, Castiel considered that two lettered word like it had been enough to fill an entire book and was the sort of thing that he needed time to work out completely. The light from the window hit the floor at a lovely angle, he noted. It made things more beautiful. Idly, he wondered whose cabin this was to begin with.

"Tell me," he said, after a long moment. Samandriel knew Castiel well, and certainly had to be aware that the older angel was terse, saying only what he needed with no extra superfluousness. But not being conversational did not mean he didn't care.

“I don’t think I need to,” Samandriel said, scooting away from that touch only enough to get more comfortable on his side. Under the pillow, his fingers brushed lightly against Castiel’s leg. “That thing was part of me.”

"Is that what you think?" Castiel asked, and then realized really he hadn't need asked that. Samandriel wouldn't say it if he didn't mean it. He let out a little snuff of air, and moved until he was lying on the bed too, just a little space by the edge.

"Maybe it was," he said after a beat, folding his fingers together atop his stomach.
Samandriel moved enough so that Cas could have a bit more room on the bed and wasn’t quite so close to the edge. He managed to open up his body language a bit more and shove the pillow back under his head properly.

“That thing was as much angel as I was at the time, and even Dean knew that wasn’t a demon. You can’t just...pull angels out of thin air.”

"Tell that to our Father," Castiel said, just this side of wry, even as he scooted over further onto the bed, hair mussing almost instantly against the pillows.

"Do you think this no longer makes you Good?"

In response to that, Samandriel rolled over, putting his back to Castiel simply because he didn’t want to talk about it no matter how clear his answer to that question was.

Unfortunately, Castiel decided to stay on the wrong side of the socially awkward fence and just kept on going. Sometimes being a little oblivious went a long way - although not necessarily always a good way. "Because I don't think that's the case. You are Good, Samandriel. Even the best people have some darkness in them."

“Stop talking, Castiel,” Samandriel whispered more to the wall than anything. “You… I’m just a boy. You shouldn’t have so much faith in me.” It was almost word for word the same lecture he’d been repeating to himself before he went to sleep only faith in me was more faith in Castiel. “I think maybe you should go home.” He didn’t want Castiel to go home, but...but he was having a hard enough time waking up every morning and facing school or texting Abigail and refusing to see her. His brothers should have been safe space, but he’d broken Cas into Dean’s dreams and had felt far too much of what that evil thing had done to Cas and Dean both.

Lucifer was different. He might not have been able to talk to Lucifer about what happened, but he could stay safely near him knowing that his boyfriend absolutely would put a bullet between his eyes if he had to. It was a very morbid romantic sentiment.

To his credit, Castiel did fall quiet for a moment, tipping his head back far enough to look up at the ceiling. The older man had an incredibly difficult time reading between the lines, and was often more literal than others really knew what to do with. "I'll go if you like," he said after he felt like the silence had taken over too much of the room.

"But you're my brother, and faith comes easily. I do not see any issue with this."

Samandriel stared quietly at the wall for a moment. “It’s not just what happened here that’s getting to me,” he whispered. “It’s our other lives as well and...and I get the feeling I’m failing Lucifer more than I am succeeding at making him anywhere near proud.”

Cas blinked at that, and then decided it was much easier to focus if he just closed his eyes. The ceiling was well and good, but soon enough he knew he'd be looking around this little cabin, and his complexes might spring up in the worst of ways. Not something he needed for this sort of conversation.

"Why?"

Unlike Castiel, Samandriel was the sort of being that thrived on touch, needed contact to eliminate the distance between two points both physically and emotionally. The space Castiel was keeping between them felt like the crushing confirmation of everything that was wrong.

He reached back for Castiel’s hand, hoping to nudge him into something more helpful, but really he didn’t think it was going to happen.

“Because I ruin everything. He can’t even take me out to dinner or dance with me in public and the only place I can handle being seen and hearing everything is Lux, but that’s only because I have my music to keep me focused.” Samandriel stared at the wall, just...kept staring. It was easiest. Safest. “I’m scared,” he confessed. “I’m scared of somehow becoming that monster while I wake and scared when I sleep that everything is going to go more wrong.” He laughed ever so dryly to himself.

“In that world...you ask me for my loyalty and I wonder why you ever thought to ask. And I realize that...that I’ll probably die for you and I won’t regret it one second.”

Castiel's fingers slipped into Samandriel's and he petted the curve of the younger angel's hand where the web of skin of his thumb connected to pointer finger. It was a bit of a clue in for things that he didn't often think about, and he turned to his side, closing the gap of space between them even as he blinked too-blue eyes back open.

Not really wanting spoilers for his own dreams (because nothing seemed to turn out pleasantly in them, and knowing beforehand wouldn't make things better, only more concerning), he focused on Samandriel's other concerns first. "You're still having trouble controlling what you hear," he said, as if just realizing it. Castiel was occasionally obtuse -- not thinking of things until they were pointed out to him in the most obvious of ways. "Being angry about other people's opinions and thoughts isn't so unnatural, it doesn't make you bad."

He considered for a moment, nose pressed into Samandriel's shoulder. "I -- it is flattering to think you'd put so much stake in me. But it isn't needed here, Samandriel. Things are different, there are no battles to be fought on that level." Not that he knew the level or circumstances, but really, he was a middle management insurance salesman.

Having Castiel curled against him did wonders for Samandriel relaxing the knot in his spine. He closed his eyes and let himself breathe. “I can turn off what’s in people’s heads. I just...when they start saying things it’s...harder and I don’t think right now that I’m biologically capable of managing it.” He leaned his head up enough to press against Castiel’s hair affectionately. “Never give a teenager phenomenal cosmic powers. It never ends well.”

"I don't think it would end well with any age," Castiel said pointedly. He wasn't sure if he was going to manage fairing any better than Samandriel was once he ended up with more than what he already had. "But I think you try your best, and ought give yourself more credit."

Samandriel settled closer against Cas, able to feel the hard plastic ridges of buttons against his skin. “I love you,” he said, ignoring any other ways of saying it just for the truth of things. Squirming a little, he rolled over and looked up at his brother. “Even if I’m broken.”

Cas softened slightly under words that had never completely been spoken between them, only implied with other phrases. His eyes smiled more than his mouth, but that seemed like more than enough. "I love you too, Samandriel," he said, solemn - like he needed his brother to know that he was being terribly serious when he spoke. "And we are all broken, but that doesn't make us any less worthy of it." Their little makeshift family was made up of broken, self loathing, and doubting men. They were all deserving of more.

Samandriel reached up and touched Castiel’s cheek, thumb brushing over seeming perpetual stubble. His eyes lingered on the other angel’s mouth before they dropped to somewhere near his chest. The dreams were having many, many effects on Samandriel. Not the least of which was making both Castiel and Lucifer all the more vital to him. Dean could...well, he supposed that didn’t matter.

“May I kiss you?” he asked. Lucifer hadn’t been training him any more on asking for permission, hadn’t driven that point home since before The Incident. Samandriel wanted to ask, though. He wanted to ask for everything and maybe feel a little bit better for being allowed it.

"You never have to ask," Castiel said, turning his face into Samandriel's palm and dropping his eyes shut for a moment, just taking comfort in the touch that was so much different than his husband's. Dean was different in all aspects, but that didn't make Samandriel less important.

"But of course, yes."

Samandriel leaned up to kiss the other angel, lips brushing Castiel’s almost hesitantly at first before he gave in and kissed him with all the youth and quiet curiosity he could manage. “You know,” he murmured between kisses, “when I first met you, I imagined what it might be like to kiss you. And when I fell asleep on your shoulder, it was while I was pretending you had me sheltered and tucked safe under your wing.” Perhaps something nice like that thought might help both of them.

Smiling between kisses, Castiel couldn't help but be quietly surprised by that. It felt like a very long time ago, when he'd hesitantly agreed to meet with Samandriel, purchasing him coffee and tentatively agreeing to be an older brother even though he'd had no clue what that meant at the time.

Realistically, he still wasn't sure he knew what it meant.

"I could do that now," he said, lips brushing against Samandriel's, offering comfort.

“You could,” Samandriel agreed. His hand moved up, fingers sinking into Castiel’s perpetually unruly hair. “Or you could just keep kissing me.” He liked kissing Castiel far more than he would readily admit.

Castiel thought he could probably do one better -- he could do both at the same time, in the way that Samandriel had explained. Even as he leaned forward again, just enough to reconnect their lips, he spread his wings out wide before curling them around the both of them.

Samandriel whimpered when he felt them just there. He pulled away from the kiss to breathe heavily. This, it would seem, was a surefire way to get Samandriel interested in more than just kissing and cuddling. His lips met the other angel’s in a different sort of open invitation, one that was punctuated by his hand shifting to rest Castiel’s just at the small of his back.

It was lucky for them both that Dean had given up on his self-imposed rule of celibacy, because Castiel had been following it as well. And as much as he loved Samandriel, he probably would have not allowed himself to do anything if he wasn't with Dean, either.

Not that Dean would have minded, he was sure, but solidarity counted for a lot, and Castiel was just that sort of person.

Cas opened his hand up, spreading his fingers reassuringly against Samandriel's back, stroking slightly. "Let me help you."

Samandriel arched into and with that touch. “How?” he asked, sharing air more than he was stealing kisses. Purposefully, he kept his wings out of Castiel’s sight. He liked pretending just for a little bit that he was a normal kid who just so happened to be mostly naked in bed with an angel.

“Do you know what you do to me?” Samandriel murmured, but even then it was obvious, had always been obvious in his mind. Castiel and Lucifer both held this power over him, some sort of secret means of turning him from someone who cared about so much into someone who cared only about pleasing them as thoroughly as he could. Castiel might not have been able to hear prayers or thoughts or emotions yet, but Samandriel was certain even a demon could feel the desire radiating off the boy.

"I have some idea," Castiel said, honestly. He might not have grasped fully the implications of what he did to the younger man, but he was definitely on at least the outskirts of understanding.

He could help by being here. By loving unconditionally, not judging or wanting Samandriel to be anything other than what he was. That was one of the things Castiel did best -- love with unquestionable amounts of faith. Shifting, he slid his fingers over Samandriel's smooth skin - soft in the way that only youths could manage being - settled his cheek against cheek before kissing at that spot between ear and neck.

Samandriel closed his eyes, letting out a soft mewling sound when it came to Castiel’s mouth just there. His fingers ghosted over the slightly rough fabric of Castiel’s shirt, pausing at the bottom to work his way back up, undoing buttons while he went. “It scares me sometimes,” he confessed, surrendering physically. “What you two do to me.” Both Castiel and Lucifer had this hold over Samandriel, and one of the few things that kept Lucifer’s stronger was Dean Winchester’s very existence.

"I know," Castiel murmured with understanding in his voice, gentle. He did know, because Dean made him feel that way, and Samandriel too. Never before in his life - and then suddenly more than even one person was there: here to stay. It was strange, terrifying, amazing. He'd do the best with it that he could. Castiel was constantly trying.

"But it's a good thing."

Samandriel gently pushed Castiel’s shirt over his shoulders. “It is,” Samandriel agreed. “Just not especially used to having so much attention heaped on me.” He stole another slow, luxurious kiss. He was pretty sure Castiel’s lips were made expressly for that purpose.

Castiel might not have agreed with that, but he was sure it was something he'd gotten very good at in the last few months. The elder angel rolled his shoulders enough to shrug completely out of his shirt - absently laying it down nearby, and shifted slightly until he was straddling Samandriel's hips, not breaking the kiss at all when he moved. "I know," he agreed again.

The younger angel looked up at Castiel and smiled. “Hello there,” he teased. Reaching up again, he mapped Castiel’s face, appreciating the better angle and lighting for it. “You look tired.” Or perhaps he was just projecting his own emotions onto his brother.

"Hello," Castiel repeated, gruff but amused. He shook his head slightly, denying any tiredness that he may have felt -- if anything, he was more invigorated this week than he'd been the last few. "I'm fine." And as if to prove it, he rolled his hips a little.

Samandriel gasped, hips rolling back against Castiel’s instinctively. “Castiel,” he said softly, gaze drifting down to their hips together. “I need you. Can we...” His hands settled on his brother’s belt, gaze finding the other angel’s once more. “May I?”

Castiel managed to look slightly bemused by the ask, but dipped his head down in acquiescence anyway. "I -- assumed that's what we were doing," he admittedly, even though he realized that it wasn't a very necessary statement.

“I wanted to be sure we were on the same page,” Samandriel said, carefully undoing that belt and the close of Castiel’s trousers. “You feel…” He shook his head and laughed quietly to himself at the audacity that he might ever find words to describe Castiel. There were none. There were even fewer for Lucifer.

Offering a curious expression at that, Castiel let it drop without actually asking, only shifted a little more so that he could get his pants off without really having to get off of Samandriel -- having wings was very nice for things like keeping his balance.

Samandriel slipped out of his own boxers (and sometimes he really did miss his briefs, but he wasn’t going to challenge Lucifer’s preferences on that,) while Castiel moved. His breath seemed to catch in his chest all over again just looking at the angel in so much of his glory above him, those great dark wings that went so well with Castiel’s hair and eyes. The vessel he had was definitely chosen well.

“Kiss me,” he heard himself say, unable to look away from the other angel. His own wings spread out behind him, curling up to brush feathers with Castiel. “Please, Castiel.”

And never would he deny something that Samandriel asked for so pointedly, and with such enthusiasm. Castiel leaned down again, hips rolling forward and hands bracing his weight on either side of the younger man as he pressed his lips against Samandriel's with an intentional slowness. The touch of wings to wings was -- interesting, and so he only spread his further and closer yet with some curiosity.

Samandriel’s fingers tangled into Castiel’s hair while he kissed him, keeping to the pace that was set. His hips rocked back against the other angel’s just as slowly no matter how arousing the feel of feathers together was. He broke the kiss only to turn and look, to reach and touch Castiel’s wings a bit more roughly than any awed human would manage. This was his brother, and Samandriel knew what angels could handle being done with their wings.

The touch still made Castiel hiss though -- not in a pained way, never that, but instead a surprised sort of noise that spoke of extreme sensitivity. The last time Samandriel had really touched his wings, they'd been in a much different more distracting situation but now Castiel could really pay attention to it. It was -- interesting. Not for the first time, he wished Dean was able to see and touch them.

"Samandriel," he said, not quite a whine even if he did move his hips a little more insistently forward for better friction.

Samandriel smiled against Castiel’s skin, speaking against his brother’s ear. “Now you know why you got me so hard when you touched them the first time.” His fingers grazed over the feathers themselves, his own wings shifting closer to Castiel’s, shivering when feather brushed feather. “Need,” he gasped. “Castiel.”

The first time Castiel hadn't been going for anything of the sort, but yes, he could see how this would be hard to try and ignore (Samandriel hadn't managed well, anyway). He let out a little huff of a laugh and nodded, stubble rubbing against Samandriel's cheek.

"Do you have--?" It wasn't his cabin. He didn't know where things were. Hell, he didn't even know whose cabin it was. Either way, he wrapped long, graceful fingers around the younger man's erection, a slow stroke.

Samandriel whimpered desperately. “Bag,” he gasped. “In my bag, front pocket.” There was no way he was going to be able to bring himself to move, instantaneous flight or not.

Sometimes instantaneous flight wasn't even something Castiel remembered -- it was kind of weird, considering his wings were there and obvious. He'd changed the way he moved somewhat to compensate and allow for them, even if they weren't completely physical things. But sometimes he literally just forgot that flashing away without any notice at all was a thing he could do.

He he scooted back, digging around for the bag and then through it's pockets until he found what he was looking for.

“Castiel,” Samandriel whined, stretching his wing to try to nudge the elder angel that much closer. His lips were too far away. Didn’t his brother know that?

"I know," Cas said, making his way back to his previous position, more or less straddling the younger angel again before leaning down to kiss him sweetly. Apparently he did actually know -- his patience was just of a much higher grade than Samandriel's.

Samandriel closed his eyes and reveled in that kiss, allowing it to stay sweet. He looked down at the other man’s body, but only so he could avoid eye contact. “I feel less alone when I’m with you.” Castiel understood him in ways no one else could no matter how they tried. And there, with their wings together, he felt...home all the way down to his bones.

"Perhaps you should visit more, then," Castiel said, eyes smiling even where his mouth wasn't. He rolled his hips with an almost languid motion before tipping the cap of the lube off. He didn't want to rush anything, but Samandriel had gone fairly needy already.

The younger angel whimpered when he rolled his hips back up against Castiel’s. “Perhaps,” he agreed. “It’s just getting too easy to forget.” What he meant to say was that it was getting too easy to decide the solution was to lock himself up in Lucifer’s house and only come out to make music. Given everything that had happened and the cover story the Agency had come up with for him, and his performance in school after, they had been letting him do his work from home. It was something. He’d claim emotional distress in this case only because it was very, very true.

"Mm," Castiel said, but it wasn't so much a noise of agreement or understanding as it was one that said he was trying to piece together everything that hadn't been said there. He wasn't the best at reading between the lines, but Castiel did know mistruths when he saw them.

Eventually though, he took it for what it was because he didn't want to push, not like that. "Let me remind you."

“Is this how you’d like me?” Samandriel asked, fingers roaming what he was certain were absolutely impossible muscles. Well, perhaps not impossible, but stunning at the very least. He didn’t know anyone built quite like Castiel. Dean was stocky and strong like a pitbull, Lucifer had the most gorgeous arms known to man and just enough definition and padding to make Samandriel the happiest comfortable cuddly angel ever, and Samandriel himself had a lithe, almost too thin swimmer’s build. Castiel was smooth and strong, perfect from the muscles in his shoulders and his back to the sharp cut of his hipbones and beyond.

He touched gently with feathers and fingers, the former reaching where the latter couldn’t. Samandriel was aware he had a preferred position and everyone knew it, but that didn’t mean that he wasn’t open to a little variety sometimes.

Shivering slightly, Cas decided he might never get used to the feeling of wings like this -- feathery but not, there but not. It was strange. Interesting. Attractive in a way that he couldn't put to words. He closed his eyes, licked his lower lip and uncapped the bottle of lube with a too-loud click. "It's -- you're fine. Yes." Cas had no large preference for positions, but this seemed as natural as any.

“Are you certain?” Samandriel asked, but really if Castiel weren’t certain, they wouldn’t be having this conversation. He just very much did not wish to be boring no matter that he couldn’t even really bring himself to ride Castiel like some part of him wished to.

Never one for more words than he needed, Castiel only tipped some lubricant onto his hand and shifted back enough where he could reach down between Samandriel's legs. He was uncertain about a lot of things in life, but this was not one of those things.

Samandriel kept touching where he could, and when Cas moved mostly out of reach of his hands (at least in the more interesting places,) he let his wings take over. He worried that moments like these never crossed Castiel’s mind when they weren’t together. Sometimes he thought he was more invested than his brother in whatever they were. At least when he had those thoughts about Lucifer, he could shut them up with the fact that Lucifer had killed for him. To protect him.

“Too slow,” Samandriel whined, pitching his hips as much as he could against those fingers.

It wasn't that Castiel didn't think on it -- he did. It was that he had a hard time accepting and prioritizing things in his life. He'd gone from no one to two people (okay… three) in less than two months flat, and was still trying to figure out how to manage it. He thought of Samandriel often enough -- but also tended to assume that the younger man was happy with his own boyfriend and Castiel wasn't quite as needed. And he had Dean to worry about. Cas had been very busy with Dean lately.

Cas made a huff of a noise, but sped up his pace a little, moving until adding a new finger seemed prudent and then easy.

Samandriel held onto Castiel’s shoulders while he rocked back harder against those fingers, ignoring both their cocks in the hope that they could make this last longer. “Can we…” he started, still considering positioning, but the rest of the sentence was lost in a low, almost debauched moan. “May I ride you, Castiel?” Sometimes you needed to do things you were afraid of in order to beat them, right?

Cas blinked at that, looking a little surprised for reasons he couldn't quite put his finger on, and then gave a half a nod. "As you like, Samandriel," he murmured -- offering more than just a position change in those words; devotion, love and an admittance that Castiel would do whatever Samandriel liked in order to keep him pleased.

He pulled away from the younger man, shifting away from the straddling position so that they could switch it up.

When they moved, Samandriel got settled over Castiel, his own wings stretching out again properly while he kept his balance and reached to position himself. “I love you,” he said, voice a little shaky for reasons even Samandriel couldn’t identify.

Castiel offered a gentle sort of expression over that, his hands settling on Samandriel's waist and thumbs petting over hipbones. "Thank you," he said -- always in the habit of being polite in the strangest of times. "I love you, too." And he did.

Samandriel hadn’t slicked Castiel up any extra. There was a certain kind of pain he wanted and he had no doubt that Castiel would give it to him. He lowered himself slowly onto him, tipping his head back while he forced himself to do this without stopping. “Castiel,” he moaned, fingernails dragging against the other angel’s chest while he tried to keep his balance. Finally, he pitched his head back forward and opened his eyes to look at him. He kept his hips moving, slow at first, but he was definitely speeding up and definitely soon. “I’m glad we can be so close.”

Mouth half open, Cas didn't really make any sounds so much as make the sort of face that sounds would normally come with: teeth showing and eyes dark, a silent hiss. His fingers dug into their spot on Samandriel's hips, and finally he let out a shaky little breath before arching his back and tilting his ups minutely to add more. Just more. Slow was hard to deal with sometimes.

"Yes," he agreed, a little breathless.

Slow wasn’t an issue for much longer. With that pressure on his hips, Samandriel didn’t bother with build up and just went straight to hard and fast, fucking himself down onto Castiel breathlessly and using his wings to get a bit better leverage for it. “Sit up,” he said, his own eyes slightly darker with lust. He needed to kiss his brother, to crush their mouths together until they forgot they ever needed to breathe in the first place.

Sitting up required losing his handhold, but Castiel did it anyway, propping himself up onto his elbows after a moment of scrambling in an almost silly fashion. Coordination wasn't exactly something that was easy in moments like these.

He pushed himself forward more for the kiss they both clearly wanted, not even realizing his own weird little panted half moans until they were swallowed up by lips and teeth and tongue.

Samandriel’s fingers knotted hard in Castiel’s hair to hold him to it, hips thrusting down against the other man’s while those impossible abs rubbed against his cock. He nipped at Castiel’s lower lip, their noses pressed together while needy sounds mingled in the hot air between them.

That he was one of a very few people who had the power to get Castiel to lose control like this was something that went straight to Samandriel’s cock. “Feels so good,” he gasped, loving even the way sweat built up between them.

Cas agreed with a little huff of breath even as he moved a hand -- all long fingers and graceful movements -- to circle around Samandriel's erection. Impossible abs were nice, but maybe not nice enough to work with completely.

Anyway, if Samandriel was doing most of the work it was best he helped out in a different way.

“No,” Samandriel said, guiding Castiel’s hand away. “I’d like very much to come in your mouth, please.” He had to force himself to keep from kissing the other angel before he could answer.

It was a surprising request, but not one that Castiel disliked (truly, he'd advanced in idea of debauched since meeting Dean Winchester) -- he moved his hand away, settling it carefully back on Samandriel's hip. "As you like," he murmured, nearly shy over it but making eye contact anyway.

“Want you to come in me first, though,” he said, still driving down onto Castiel, but now brushing their wings together again, using his free hand to run fingers over feathers as well. “Please, Castiel.”

That wasn't exactly something Samandriel had to ask for or be polite about. It was coming one way or another unless Samandriel for some reason stopped. Castiel nodded anyway, because -- well, it made sense at the time. His eyes fluttered shut at the renewed touch of his wings and he gasped almost stupidly. Kissing. He had to do it now, and so pulled the younger angel back down to his lips again.

Samandriel kissed him desperately, trying to pull all those rare, raw emotions out of his brother with his own. Castiel was Important. Vital. Samandriel would follow him even if it meant his own end.

There was no way Cas could know that; no way he could ever understand the implications of being a person who could even ask to be followed. The insistence to the kissing though, he got that -- practically rode on it as overwhelming as it was -- gasping almost dumbly into Samandriel's mouth even as he came. With Samandriel it never seemed rough -- not like with Dean -- there was no moment of the breath being grabbed from him, that was not to say it didn't hold its' own sort of intensity.

Foreheads pressed together, Samandriel caught his breath in hot puffs against Castiel’s lips. Another kiss and then another and finally a third before he eased off of the other angel and went to sit back so he could move. “Will you?” he asked, looking down at his still very hard cock. It was obscene how much he wanted Castiel’s mouth on him, how much he wanted to taste himself on his brother’s lips after.

It took Cas a second, like it always seemed to after orgasm, but after a moment he shook his head clear and moved too, readjusting himself so that he was sitting and gesturing for Samandriel to kneel. He didn't really feel like he needed to offer any words and so didn't. He glanced up, wrinkles of a smile around his eyes.

Samandriel scooted up onto his knees and smoothed his fingers through Castiel’s hair, so very glad that even after everything he could still get Cas to look like that. “This...this probably won’t take long.” His blush crept into even his voice, but even Cas had to know what to expect here, right?

He did, and he wasn't surprised or upset by it. Samandriel's body was young, and in any case it wasn't as if even Dean and himself didn't have times where everything was fast and lacking in occasional elegance.

He only let out a little huff of a noise before bumping his head further against Samandriel's hands to promote more hair touching and then leaned forward to take the younger man into his mouth.

Samandriel let out a rumbly moan as Castiel took him in, eyes shutting gently so he could focus more on the feel and not the overwhelming sensation of so much beauty in one man. His fingers tangled in that dark hair, thin hips rocking just a little into that mouth. “Castiel,” he practically purred, letting the name drop off his lips the way Lucifer said it.

Cas wondered how anyone could focus on syllables that well in a situation like this -- found himself a strange mixture of amused and pleased over it, so few people said his name like that. Since there was no point in holding things off, he curved and twisted his tongue and worked with an ambitious sort of enthusiasm. He was good at this now, and was aware of it.

The sound that forced its way out of the younger angel’s throat was nothing short of broken. It was all he could do to hold tighter and keep from thrusting too much forward. “Gonna,” he whined. Samandriel’d been keeping himself on the edge for too long and now he was regretting it if only because he wanted this to last longer than it was going to.

Cas only hummed slightly in reply -- that noise somehow coming out just as low and gravelly as any other noises he tended to make -- dipping his head down a little lower until he couldn't go further and then pulling back just as quickly to avoid any poorly timed choking.

Samandriel came and it was hot and messy and felt so, so good. His hips trembled, loud moans catching briefly in his throat as he made sure that all of Castiel knew exactly how much he was enjoying himself.

Castiel was sure it was pretty obvious. Fingers tightening on Samandriel's hips, the older angel took a moment to swallow properly and then make sure Sam was more or less clean before leaning back and away for a deep breath. He glanced up at Samandriel through his eyelashes and half smiled.

Smiling down at Castiel, Samandriel shifted to kiss him gently. “Do you have time to take a nap with me?” he asked. While he had the strength to fly wherever he needed to, Samandriel really wanted to just be a happy cuddle bunny for a while and he thought that was going to be okay. He hoped.

In response, Cas settled further into the bed, curling into the mattress and leaving a Samandriel shaped spot in front of him. "Flying saves a lot of time, and even if it didn't, I would not mind."

Samandriel settled back against Castiel, closing his eyes and sighing contentedly. And if he dreamt of their brothers dying or of Castiel winning his war in heaven, Samandriel made not a peep about it. He was safe and warm and he would learn how to adjust to new, fake knowledge eventually.