Hellish Wings (Crowstiel Fic)

Hell's Bitch

Crowley makes a two inch incision across Castiel's chest, he moans a little and Crowley smiles. He continues cutting into him, not too deep yet not too shallow. Once he was done Castiel looks down to see he had carved the message "Hell's Bitch" into his chest.

He groans in pain as Crowley sets down the scalpel and takes a drink of his Craig. Castiel glares at him and the glass shatters. Crowley looks at the glass stuck in his hand and shakes it, they fall and he looks at Castiel.

"You took that better then I though you would." He smiles and Castiel grabs Crowley by the arm and pulls him on top of him. He tears his suit off his body and ran a finger down his chest. Crowley smiles a little pushes Castiel on top of him, Castiel looks at Crowley seemingly uncertain of what to do.

"Just let your heart guide you. It doesn't matter." Crowley stares into Castiel's icy blue eyes, reflecting his true face. His true self, who he was inside. It wasn't horrific, nor was it pleasing. It wasn't anything, it seemed to form like his vessel which truly suited a man such as himself. A cold distant businessman who will stop at nothing to get the contract signed. 

Castiel leans down and kisses the King of Hell on the mouth, tasting the liquor clearly in his mouth. He runs his hands down his stomach all the way down to his pants. Castiel had seen this in those shows he watches with Dean. Crowley raises an eyebrow as Castiel pulls away and slides his hand down Crowley's pants. It was hard and Castiel didn't understand what to do, but he rubs gently. He watches Crowley curiously as he tries different things, Crowley was experiencing pleasure that he hadn't in years. Castiel smiles a little as he watches Crowley close his eyes and groan a little. Castiel leans over and kisses Crowley's neck and he rubs a little harder. His groan gets a little louder and he opens his eyes and looks at Castiel. The King of Hell kisses Castiel's cheek.