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When Castiel looks back, he'll realize this is a worse idea than even agreeing to work with Crowley in the first place. Right now, it's... exciting. Either he feels powerful or he simply feels good in a way he hadn't quite expected, but maybe he should have since humans are so crazy about the act. On some level, he knows it's wrong, or he feels dirty, and whether it's because it's Crowley or sex in general, he couldn't say. He doesn't want to say. He enjoys it, and what's wrong with that? If he keeps his head clear, if he keeps it as something they do casually, what harm could this do?

While he's finishing up with Sam and Dean, he finds his anticipation mounting, and he's already... eager to see Crowley again. No, not Crowley specifically. This isn't about him. This is about Castiel taking something that's being offered because he wants it. He leaves Dean and Sam, and maybe it's abrupt, but he just wants to get away from them, somewhere far away and secure, before he calls Crowley.

"Hello." Once he's on the phone with him, he's not really sure what to say. "Are you busy?"

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Crowley chuckles and closes his eyes, pressing closer against Castiel. He can't even remember the last time he'd done something this simple and it's almost strange to be reminded that simple things can actually be quite nice.

"All of my ideas are excellent and you should always listen to me." There's a softness to his voice that he'd like to explain away with a post-orgasm haze, but he rarely sounds like this after sex.

Everything that Castiel is doing feels wonderful and he wonders how hard it will be to get Castiel to stay for a while. Torture is fun, but lying in bed with a partner he knows isn't thinking about stabbing him quite literally in the back is a rarity.

He shifts until he can kiss Castiel, his earlier desperation replaced with what one might mistake for mild affection.

He huffs, and it's close to a laugh.

"I'm not that naive."

He doesn't think he's that naive at all anymore, not in many areas; in sex, yes, but he's working on that and that's what this is all about anyway. It has nothing to do with fondness or a particular attraction to Crowley; he'd simply been convenient, and Castiel can't imagine he would have many hangups about engaging in sexual relations. He's a demon, the king of Hell, and if anyone can have sex for the sake of indulgence, Castiel would imagine he can. That's why he's here and not in another brothel with another Chastity.

This has nothing to do with affection, no fondness; how can he be fond of an abomination like Crowley? He can lie with him, but Castiel will keep his hands clean. That thought made so much sense before, but now, kissing Crowley back, it leaves him unsettled. Guilty, even.

"Is this the end of the..." Sex act? Liason? "Ritual?" In other words, can he go before he spends too long lying in Crowley's arms and thinking about... well, lying?

Crowley knows that Castiel isn't all that naive. He teases, yes, but he could easily find other things to tease Castiel about, too. No, Castiel is clever. Crowley wouldn't work with him if he wasn't.

"It can be." Crowley settles his head on the pillow, lying still half on top of Castiel. "I wasn't planning to kick you out, though. Sometimes people linger. You'll learn how to tell when you're wanted."

It's the closest Crowley is going to get to telling Castiel that he is wanted. He already wants to kiss Castiel again. He bends his head just enough to kiss his shoulder instead. It's a stupid indulgence and he's letting himself get a little too into this, but he's allowed indulgences here and there and it's unlikely that Castiel will really know enough to call him on it.

The hand that had tugged at Castiel's hair now sifts through it lazily. He doesn't let himself really hope that Castiel will stay, but he can admit to himself that he'd like it.

Together, he and Castiel might just be unstoppable if his plan works. Heaven and Hell and Earth can be theirs.

The more he indulges in the affection, the more Castiel wants to stay. He's watching Crowley as he comes close to telling Castiel he's wanted here, and he does take it to mean that. Crowley can't be that serious; this must be part of some coercion tactic to make sure Castiel remains faithful to their deal. He won't, of course. Crowley's a fool for thinking so, but how many people has Crowley cheated out of their souls, and how many deals has he slid out of? Who owes him honesty?

Castiel's not naive about many things, but he's not aware either of how powerfully he can talk himself in circles around an issue. He'd been feeling guilty, and he still is, but he's talked himself out of it long enough to kiss Crowley, soft and sensual, and a little sloppy, but he's technically free-styling this, no longer trying to reproduce something he's seen.

"I should return to Heaven. They'll need the direction." His eyes flick over Crowley's face, and whatever fondness there, he chooses to write off as contentment. Crowley's incapable of connections like that, isn't he? He isn't like Dean or Sam.

"I would like to come back. Here." He means the bedroom and Crowley's embrace, though he's not good at explaining that.

Oh, that kiss. Crowley's embarrassed to say that he melts just a little bit. It's been a long time since anyone's kissed him like that. Tonight has been a return to many things he hasn't felt in a while, some of them not since he was human.

He sighs when Castiel says he should go. He's probably right and Crowley is well aware that Castiel is ever the diligent little soldier. The other angels are probably screwed without him. Castiel's the only one Crowley thinks he'll ever be able to stand.

"Just call ahead. Wouldn't want you catching me in a compromising position." He's mostly teasing. Mostly. He actually doesn't think Castiel would want to catch him with another person any more than he seems to enjoy watching Crowley torture, though he's trying to desensitize him to that, at least. The sex he can let go, though. Truthfully, if Castiel called, he'd likely kick someone out of bed for him. This has been more fun than he's had in ages.

"Right."

He needs to leave, but it's hard to get out of bed, where it's comfortable and he's maybe already thinking about returning. But he can't get attached. He's better than this.

He gets out of bed and brings his clothes to him, redressing instantly. The undressing process had been more rewarding the slow way, but he's in a hurry now. Turning around, he nods at Crowley.

"Goodbye." With a flutter of wings, he's gone.

"Yeah, bye." Crowley rolls onto his back and regards the empty room. He's playing with fire and he knows it, but that doesn't entirely chase away the disappointment when Castiel leaves.

The bed feels suddenly cold and he pushes himself up to get dressed. If he can't have post-sex warmth, he'll warm himself with some monster's blood.

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