Lucifer In Lace

Part 3 Grey

Doctor Bradbury shook her head at Castiel when the priest inquired about Chuck. No words, just a shake of her fiery hair and averting her eyes. Castiel dropped his chin and walked back into his office. He sat for a while, going through his paperwork. At about 3 pm the catering trolley came in with a cake and a stack of sandwiches, they obviously hadn't heard about Chuck's retirement party being cancelled.

A buzz at the worshipping room door got Castiel rising from his chair. He exited via the other entrance, calmly stating "I'm afraid that area is out of bounds."

The man standing there smiled, he was seated in a wheel chair and flanked by guards. "I thought it was bible study group?"

Castiel opened his mouth to address the man, the name 'Lucifer' almost slipped off his tongue before he censored himself.

"You can call me Nick," the Russian said in his fluent American accent. "May I confess with you? I am very emotionally disturbed by the events of today, Alastair was a vicious dog but a loyal one."

"Certainly," Castiel smiled politely. "The house of our lord is open to all in times of need. However, your companions cannot enter my office. I may only offer you absolution in private."

"Oh, deary me. Well, there's the rub. These guards are here for my protection and they have instructions not to leave my side even when I'm, say, taking a shit or fucking a guy." Nick gave a smarmy grin. "Don't let the wheels fool you, I still got it."

Castiel crossed his arms. "The sanctity of confession cannot be compromised."

Nick crossed his arms in mocking imitation. "Your priest buddy just got slaughtered on the job and by the looks of Alastair's carcass there was quite the altercation. Did you know Chuck was trained in assassination? All the cuts on Alastair were very well placed. Professional. I would like to meet the artist myself, reminds me of my younger days."

Castiel made an appalled face. "I couldn't really look at Alastair, his face was so grotesque and there was too much blood. Dean was in the way too."

"Ah Dean," Nick chuckled softly. "Now Castiel would you have me suspecting that lovely pervert Dean Smith? Alastair wasn't his type, he's not pretty like you. Although I suppose Dean was the first to find them. What would be his motive, I know you had a disagreement with Alastair in the commissary on the first day but why would Dean be interested in that?"

"I have no idea, this is all just speculation," Castiel shrugged. "I am no one special to Dean."

"Do you think Dean was avenging his boyfriend's trauma when he sunk his shiv into Alastair? Or staking a claim for your heart? It's all so romantic it gives me shivers of pleasure," Nick winked slowly, sputtering out the last few words as a coughing fit shook him.

"You're sick," Castiel stated, watching as Nick fumbled an oxygen mask onto his face and sat there wheezing. "Your file says you've been diagnosed as beyond human medicine. Only the light can wash you clean now."

Nick cackled gurglingly. "All right, all right, cut the act, I'll tell the guards to go away and you'll put me out of my misery?"

Castiel nodded solemnly. Nick started waving his guards closer but a shadow shot into Castiel in a blur of movement. Castiel found himself pinned to the wall and staring into burning green eyes.

"Not today, Nicky," Dean said through gritted teeth. "Go back to your cell now."

"Who are you to command me?" Nick rasped but Dean ignored him in favour of staring down Castiel, hands fisting over his shoulders.

"Take me inside for confession, Cas, now."

Castiel swiped his access card and Dean was visibly bounding on his heels as they waited for the door to lock shut. Dean's hair was a mess and his face was blotchy. His hands were trembling ever so slightly and he was back up on top of Castiel with the click of the lock.

"You tell me where you were when Alastair was killed!" Dean fisted the material close to Castiel's throat.

"That's not how confession works, you..." Castiel began to say but Dean's hands choked out the rest of the sentence.

Castiel was beginning to see stars. His vision darkening around the edges. Dean's face brightened like an angel. Castiel felt himself starting to go slip down the wall, more of his weight sinking into Dean's arms. Dean's face was close, his eyes unblinking as he watched Castiel inch towards oblivion then with a sobbed curse, Dean's hands pulled Castiel towards him and Dean was sucking the last breath of oxygen from Castiel's lungs. Castiel could feel the burn in his chest but not the slobby, desperate friction of Dean's lips. His limbs had gone numb and he was barely registering the taste and smell of Dean. All he could hear was the roar of his erratically returning pulse in his ears and Dean's angry cursing.

"Fucking hate you, fucking should not be doing this," Dean swore as he kissed Castiel, tongue fucking into Castiel's unresisting mouth without finesse.

Castiel let Dean gyrate his groin into his. Let Dean push and fist at his robes. Let Dean pull down his pants and toss the flap of material over Castiel's back. He cooperated when Dean shoved him against the desk, knee nudging his legs apart roughly and calloused fingers pressing into Castiel without any prep. Dean couldn't even get his dick in there, he was so rushed.

"Stop clenching, you're so fucking up tight," Dean bit into the back of Castiel's neck, his knees knocking hard into the back of Castiel's thighs.

Castiel heard Dean spitting into his palm and then the cold wetness of the head of his cock. Too dry and uncomfortably soggy at the same. Then there was the burn, lighting Castiel up like a fire. Castiel's eyes widened, his mouth opened slightly whilst Dean chanted into his ear "Fuck you, Cas. Fuck you."

Dean came on the third repition of that refrain, thighs shaking, back arched as he shot his load into Castiel. Flooding him, turning the last few shuddering thrust into sudden silky pleasure. Dean withdrew just as a soft moan escaped Castiel's throat. Castiel left his face resting on the table top, hoping the coolness of the surface would ease the flush of his cheeks. He blinked up at Dean slowly and saw the man was zipping up and running his hands through his hair.

"Dean, that was..." Castiel's eyelashes fluttered, he swallowed. "... You felt so good."

Dean took a step back, shaking his head.

"Shit, this is the dumbest thing I've ever done." Dean said as he took off.

Which left Castiel there, grey briefs around his ankles, ass still wet with Dean's cum. Alone.