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A Little Wicked (1/1)

Title: A Little Wicked
Rating: R-ish
Pairing: Castiel/Crowley
Summary: Castiel comes to Crowley with a strange injury.
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Written for emerald_embers  kink meme :)

He would always arrive at night. Crowley noticed that after the third visit, and it made him wonder how hurt Castiel got during the day. But it was no matter that he could ponder out loud, so Crowley never asked. He just would feel the air stiffen slightly, and once he looked up Castiel would be there. Some nights, his lip would be torn, and Crowley would sew it for him. Other nights, it would be his fingernails, or gashes in his chest.

On this night... blood was pouring out of his back from a place that Crowley couldn't see. He had been indulging in some fine bubbly while listening to Nina Simone when Castiel appeared.

His blue eyes were just as defiant as ever, but the rest of his body... not so much. Crowley put his glass down on the table and approached the angel quickly. Castiel used to make the demon keep his distance. He didn't even warn him anymore. Crowley pushed the trench coat off of his shoulders, loosened the tie and removed it, then finally unbuttoned his white shirt. All while Castiel just panted. Silent.

"What do you need?"

The blood would not stop flowing, and there were some things only angels could see. Crowley watched as Castiel bit his lip.

"Holy water."

Ah. It was a wonder why Castiel kept coming to him, especially if he could be healed with holy water. It wasn't as if Crowley was eager to touch it. But neither of them had time for sarcastic banter. Crowley led Castiel to the kitchen and took out a silver basin from his refrigerator.

Castiel grumbled low in his chest, and Crowley couldn't tell if it was from relief or pain. Maybe both. The pale skin seemed to glow as Crowley put the washcloth in the basin and he watched it sink into the bottom. Those blue eyes watched him watch the cloth, and he sneered.

"This is the worst decision I have ever made."

The angel in question gave a slight head tilt as Crowley bit his lip and plunged his hand into the holy water. The thing was, Crowley would never do this for a demon. Demons didn't perform acts of sacrifice and trust. Demons didn't have friends... so what did that make Castiel?

It was more than an acquaintance, that's for sure. Crowley wouldn't stick his hand into holy water for an acquaintance. The pain was nothing short of blinding, and Crowley worked fast, stumbling to get his other hand on Castiel's shoulder while dragging the cloth down and over his flesh, trying not to scream. He blinked, and when he didn't see any red staining that beautiful skin, he dropped the rag and cradled his hand, hissing.

Castiel shuddered, and Crowley squeezed his eyes shut, his hand throbbing. His thoughts varied on a multitude of expletives and how pissed he was going to be when Castiel left without so much as saying "thank you."

A cold, smooth hand touched Crowley's. And... just like that, the pain was gone. Brown eyes opened slowly, and all he saw was blue. He knew that Castiel was divine. That he could heal, miracles and things of that nature... but he never imagined that Castiel would ever use those abilities and grace on him.

"I..." Crowley had been around for centuries, and he had never been struck speechless. He cleared his throat. "Thank you."

Castiel just gave him one of those slight nods of his. Then he shuddered, his eyes going distant, and Crowley was about to ask him if he was finished, if he had any manners at all, when... when the unthinkable happened.

The angel's wings burst free.

Crowley had seen the northern lights. He had seen humanity stew in its own mess, and he'd seen some lovely figures, wonderful and terrible, rise from the mess. He had seen so many things in his existence... but he had never seen an angel's wings. He was only just able to tear his eyes away to look at Castiel, who was... blushing.

"They... they were getting... cramped."

He couldn't help it. Crowley began to chuckle, which turned into laugh. At first Castiel was quiet and glaring at him, but he soon cracked his own brand of half-smile. He was still flushed, and Crowley took a step closer, putting his hand on Castiel's smooth shoulder.

"Feel free to air them out." Crowley caught Castiel's head dipping slightly. It must a personal thing, showing one's wings to another. Crowley wouldn't know. He licked his lips. "Could I touch them?"

Castiel stiffened, and Crowley was pulling his hand away, about to offer him some wine as an apology when Castiel cleared his throat.

"I don't know." He looked up at Crowley. "You are welcome to try."

A challenge. Well that was just asking for it. Crowley licked his lips.

"They can't be worse than holy water."

With enough conviction to quell the tremor in his body, Crowley reached forward and sank his fingers into the black feathers. At first... there was nothing.

And then... there was everything.

It was like little bells were playing into his skin. He heard a choir, he heard the sigh of a river flowing, the wind against the clouds... and he heard a clarinet in a summer's breeze. He wasn't sure when he moved, but he was behind the angel, his fingers tracing each feather, each bone with a reverence he had never practiced until now.

Castiel shivered but pressed back into Crowley's hands before Crowley could ask if he was hurting him. Not that he would ask, of course. Certainly not. He could not begin to truly comprehend the feeling under his fingers. It wasn't... it wasn't like anything on earth, which made perfect sense. Even sex, an act that Crowley enjoyed to indulge in every so often, didn't come close to Castiel's wings.

They shimmered, they quivered. Crowley had never wanted to savor something so badly... not until that night. He leaned forward and brushed his lips against the back of Castiel's neck. Castiel let out a whispery breath, one that ghosted through the room like a prayer.

"Please..." Crowley smiled into Castiel's flesh before he licked it, his fingers tracing the bone slowly. It was a plea for many things. For his touch to continue... for his hope and assistance to remain. For their friendship to live on. "Please, Crowley."

Crowley's answer was to press his lips between the two wings, where they met Castiel's back. He was rewarded with a shout, and pleasure shot through Crowley's veins like champagne. Castiel's grace was skittering across Crowley's battered body and existence like a star. He pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the flesh, licking, then biting, then humming.

Castiel let out... his Voice. And Crowley did not cringe. He heard everything that love should be. He heard loyalty, bravery, and devotion. He heard Castiel's passion for every step he walked upon the Earth even as it was falling apart underneath his feet. Crowley trembled, the sensations coming off of his the little angel a tad overwhelming. He had to finish this, and he had to do it fast. He plunged his fingers into the feathers and bit down hard, dragging his tongue over the skin fiercely.

White light pulsed, and Crowley quickly shut his eyes. Looking back, he had no idea if he could have survived the ordeal. It was rare for Crowley to go into a situation without knowing all the potential consequences. In fact... he had never done it before. He woke on the floor, a lovely tile imported from spain, and shivered. He wasn't cold.

Castiel draped a wing over him, and he looked up at him. Those blue eyes were much more expressive than when he had first arrived that night. Crowley tried to sit up, but his whole body was spent. He just grunted. Castiel smiled and moved so he was straddling Crowley's hips. He was somehow able to pull of the position and have Crowley not think of sex. Not with those eyes, not with those wings.

"You are good." Crowley sat up a bit, propping himself up on his elbows. He had a polite decline on his lips, but Castiel leaned forward and kissed him. Kissed him like he was not a demon, like he was friend. Maybe even a lover. It wasn't the first kiss Crowley had taken a part in... but it was the first sweet one. He even closed his eyes, memorizing the feel of how soft Castiel was. "You are good, Crowley."

Maybe. Crowley kissed the corner of Castiel's jaw, relishing Castiel's soft sigh of pleasure. Maybe he was good.

Then he dragged his hand down Castiel's spine, teasing at the feathers again in a way that had Castiel's hips grinding down on Crowley. Castiel let out a whine, and Crowley smirked. No... he still liked to think he was wicked.


( 27 comments — Leave a comment )
Apr. 22nd, 2010 12:09 am (UTC)
*is dead*

I'm not normally a fan of the whole wing!fic thing but this was just gorgeous. I love how Crowley was willing to heal Cas with the holy water despite everything.

Loved it!
Apr. 22nd, 2010 12:12 am (UTC)
Aw, thanks :) I'm so glad you liked it... it's my first wing!fic. :D And yeah... this all started with the image of Crowley reaching into holy water :)
Apr. 22nd, 2010 12:12 am (UTC)
It was like little bells were playing into his skin. He heard a choir, he heard the sigh of a river flowing, the wind against the clouds... and he heard a clarinet in a summer's breeze. He wasn't sure when he moved, but he was behind the angel, his fingers tracing each feather, each bone with a reverence he had never practiced until now.


Castiel let out... his Voice. And Crowley did not cringe. He heard everything that love should be. He heard loyalty, bravery, and devotion. He heard Castiel's passion for every step he walked upon the Earth even as it was falling apart underneath his feet.

No words can possibly say how much those descriptions got to me. Jesus, so, so beautiful. This whole thing, even with the H/C beginning and Crowley's deviousness at the end... So amazingly intense and wonderful and... Yeah. Incoherent. But I adored this, from beginning to end. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Apr. 22nd, 2010 12:13 am (UTC)
LOVE YOU!!!!! *GLOMPS* THANKS HONEY!!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 omfg omfg... i don't even... I'm so surprised it came from me... Thanks for reading, as always!!!
Apr. 22nd, 2010 01:14 am (UTC)
I don't watch Supernatural but love Crowley and love the stories involving him. But a question, do Supernatural demons have wings?
Apr. 22nd, 2010 01:31 am (UTC)
I don't believe so. They haven't been shown in the show. Thanks for reading :)
Apr. 22nd, 2010 01:01 pm (UTC)
Pity. I had a story in mind that would only work id demons had wings. oh well
Apr. 22nd, 2010 01:22 am (UTC)

Okay, seriously, I - yeah. Thank you :D. This is smoking. And weirdly sweet! Thank you :D
Apr. 22nd, 2010 01:32 am (UTC)
Aw, thanks. I didn't mean for it to be a hurt!comfort thing, but it just kind of happened and I wasn't sure if you were going to like it or not :) Thanks for reading :D I'm glad it filled your kink :)
Apr. 22nd, 2010 08:14 am (UTC)
I love this, you've made it something kind of epic and delicious.
Apr. 22nd, 2010 12:01 pm (UTC)
*blushes* Thank you :) I'm so glad you enjoyed it.
Apr. 22nd, 2010 12:03 pm (UTC)
Seriously, you should be applauded for providing so much awesome Crowley fic (or maybe I'm just feeling spoiled!) :D
Apr. 22nd, 2010 11:34 am (UTC)
♥ Oh my word, that is so lovely. I've never even thought of this pairing before, but you've completely sold me on it. Their friendship here is beautiful.
Apr. 22nd, 2010 12:02 pm (UTC)
Yeah, I never thought of this pairing before I read emerald-embers fics on them. They're awesome, so I decided to give it a whirl. :D :D THanks so much for reading, I'm glad you liked it.
Apr. 22nd, 2010 06:53 pm (UTC)
this reads like a dream. seriously i fucking love this! i love their banter and castiels special brand of awkward. i love good crowley that still has his usual snark and how he's cautious. i LOVE the tension and the perfect way you wrote thier tentative relationship.

not to mention it was hot XD
last line perfect as usual feel free to write more. soooo much appreciation <3
Apr. 22nd, 2010 06:59 pm (UTC)
:D :D :D :D :D Crowley/Cas are consuming my brain atm :D So more will be on the way :)
Apr. 22nd, 2010 10:14 pm (UTC)
When I first saw this pairing, I went: No way! Then next time it was more of a ...maybe. After reading this? Hell yeah. I still think Cas belongs with Dean, but this was awesome. And, you know, hot. And Crowley is love. :)
Apr. 22nd, 2010 10:22 pm (UTC)
Oh, Cas and Dean are getting married for sure, but I like to spice it up every so often :). I love Crowley, so I like him to get a little lovin', you know? Thanks for reading even though it's a strange pairing!
May. 3rd, 2010 05:24 am (UTC)
*ggggg* And Crowley, you idiot, you just gave yourself third degree burns to fix him, of course he's going to help!
May. 3rd, 2010 05:25 am (UTC)
:D :D :D :D Aw, thanks, hun. I'm so glad you liked this :) :)
May. 4th, 2010 03:45 pm (UTC)
*inarticulate wide-eyed flailing*

May. 4th, 2010 03:58 pm (UTC)
Aw, *blushes* Thanks for reading, I'm so glad you liked it :)
May. 30th, 2012 06:20 pm (UTC)
-hugs you for writing this-
May. 30th, 2012 07:02 pm (UTC)
Aw, thanks :)
Oct. 13th, 2012 01:35 am (UTC)
This has to be...well, it's just so beautifuly writen! :)
Oct. 13th, 2012 01:51 am (UTC)
Aw, thank you so much, I'm so glad you thought so <3
Jul. 25th, 2014 09:39 pm (UTC)
Lovely fic!
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