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Relationship: Cas/Sasha, Cas/Other
Eight weeks into Castiel’s time with Sasha and two weeks after his initiation his and Sasha’s relationship took an unforeseen turn. They went to a Porodica-run brothel straight from a job because Sasha wanted to get laid. Cas had yet to come down from the adrenaline rush. This was a city a couple of hours away from their current home base and a traffic jam had almost messed up everything as they arrived too late and had been seen by someone that wouldn’t have seen them had they come a couple of minutes earlier. The alarm went up and suddenly what should have been a simple in-and-out turned into a veritable death trap. Yet they made it out alive and almost unscatched. Cas was still achingly hard and riding his high, ultra sharp senses and aggression held under tentative check.
They were shown into a luxurious suite with comfortable sofas, a pole in the middle of the room and an adjoining bedroom. Champagne was served and six beautiful girls dressed in lingerie came in to dance and cater to their every need. They both sat down in a sofa each while the girls put on a show. They were not run-of-the-mill kind of prostitutes. Only the best was offered croatoans. Coppery tinted, ebony, and pale white skin writhed around the pole and against each other. Hair soft as silk. Brown, blue, and hazel eyes framed by long lashes. Plush pink lips with inviting smiles. Cas wasn’t interested. He was antsy and annoyed and did not want to be there despite the smorgasbord of beautiful females in front of him.
Sasha beckoned two of the women to him and stopped paying attention to Cas as soon as he had a lap full of a brunette and a blond eager to please. Cas sipped his champagne watching Sasha make out with the two women, while he tried to will his post-fight erection to go away.
”No need to be jealous. I’ll make it just as good for you.”
Cas jerked. He hadn’t noticed the ebony woman come over. All seductive and alluring she leaned in and stroked his head. “Don’t touch me,” Cas warned.
”Don’t be coy, sweetheart. I can see you want to…” she purred and leaned closer. She reached out and stroked his erection through his jeans.
The cold rage in his belly uncoiled and he lashed out, the hit sent her flying backwards. “I said do not touch me!” He was up on his feet without even thinking about it, staring down at her and ready to strike again. Strong and proud as she was, she didn’t cry or beg. He saw fear in her eyes, despite it she tilted her chin up proudly and waited. The room had fallen silent at his outburst.
”Everyone of you girls, wait outside. I need to speak with my partner.” Sasha’s voice broke the deadlock and the women scurried to obey. When the door closed behind them Sasha came to stand in front of Cas with a frown. “What was that? No need to get rowdy. If she isn’t good enough you could pick another one to relieve yourself with,” he said and made a gesture towards Cas’ crotch.
”No. You want me to fuck those girls I will, but not when I’m still riding my high. You don’t get it, do you?” Cas grabbed Sasha’s hand and pressed it against his erection, the older man tensing up, face getting hard and hostile. “This is personal. Intimate. This is caused by me feeling something. This is me being me. I’m not going to let a whore share that! The only one I’d tolerate touching me when I’m like this is you. Because you were there. You shared the moment with me,” he said heatedly and let go of Sasha’s hand fully expecting the older man to yank his hand away as if burned and possibly lash out.
But he didn’t. Sasha hesitated a moment and then began to rub Cas’ cock through his jeans, staring at him angrily as if to dare him to make him stop. Surprised, but quick to adapt, Cas bucked into it and let his head fall against Sasha's shoulder. No words were spoken, only the sound of Cas’ ragged breathing filled the room as Sasha worked his cock through layers of fabric, Cas making counter movements - thrusting into his hand. The only other point of contact was Cas’ forehead against Sasha’s shoulder. Cas came with a bitten back hiss and Sasha removed his hand, letting Cas rest his head on his shoulder until his breathing evened out.
”Now. Will you behave?” Sasha asked in a flat voice when Cas stepped away from him.
”Yes,” Cas answered, voice equally flat but rattled on the inside. Sure, he had said he’d tolerate it, but he had not anticipated how vulnerable it’d make him feel. Or how good it would feel. Despite Sasha’s rigid posture and hostile appearance.
”Good,” Sasha said and went to beckon the girls back in.
Cas spent the rest of the evening making up to the beautiful african queen for lashing out at her. Taking her from professional resilience to true pleasure and honest smiles. Cas was not aware Sasha’s eyes never left him after that.
They acted as if nothing had happened. Did their jobs, played their football games with the other Croatoans, went out drinking, hung out at home. But there was an undercurrent of tension from Sasha’s side. It spilled over either as violence or post-fight groping at times. Sasha always seemed angry when it did, yet they didn’t talk about it. He’d initiate it when they were out of danger if Cas was still hard. Cas didn’t complain. Why would he? When Sasha could out of the blue grab him and push him up against a nearby surface, jerk him off through his pants and let him come down from his high with an orgasm. It was a non-verbal ”Good boy”, and Cas started craving it as he once craved Father’s proud pat on the shoulder.
The next turn in their relationship came one day when they were out drinking and Cas seduced a man instead of a woman, took him outside and fucked him against a wall. Sasha came out to find him and just stopped dead. He watched without a word and Cas couldn’t figure out what he was thinking. A moment of fear that Sasha would change his mind about having him around because of this turned Cas defiant. Unbeknownst to himself his fighting face slipped on as he locked eyes with Sasha, never letting his gaze stray. He fucked the guy harder, one hand pressed over his mouth to mute cries while he possessively sucked and bit marks onto his neck and shoulders. All the while locking eyes with Sasha, issuing challenge, a dare, with his gaze. Sasha remained stony faced through it all and didn’t comment. The backlash for this came the next day.