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Crowley hates the bunker. It's stuffy and full of things that can kill him, including Sam and Dean and now Castiel. Sure, he's not chained to a chair anymore, but the way they're all watching him isn't much different.

They know they've got him by the short and curlies with Abaddon out there and now that he's helped them, he's at least got them convinced that he's useful. It's the best he can get right now, but his situation will improve with time. At least now he can relax in nicer chairs.

Getting along with Castiel is actually a little rougher than the boys. Maybe it's because he still feels so angry when he looks at the angel. He doesn't feel any real animosity towards them, at least not anything so personal that he can't let it go to save his own hide.

Castiel is another story, but he's honestly trying, because this is the safest place he can be and he doesn't want them kicking him out until they've dealt with Abaddon.

He does miss Kevin, though. Kevin was simple--not in the stupid way, but in the way where Crowley could predict what he would do. Castiel isn't like that at all. Obviously.

Even with all the guilt swirling around, he feels no regrets for hurting Castiel. That's probably a bit odd, isn't it?

Now, he's holed up in the kitchen the sad stack of books that they've deemed safe for him to read. The bastards won't even let him in the library.

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There's something happening in Castiel. It's similar to the arousal he felt as a human, but not quite the same, and he'd blame it on his grace, but he thinks instead it has something to do with the rush of power he feels when Crowley moans and clings to him, when he protests so strongly against the idea of Castiel leaving him.

Castiel is doing well for himself considering how little practical experience he has; he is a fast learner, at least, and also has had plenty of time to watch people have sex. Still, he finds himself unsure of what he ought to do with Crowley, with his legs spread and eagerness in his eyes. He's aware of his options, but he doesn't want to let his doubts show.

So instead he grips his shoulder tighter, his fingertips pressing in; there will likely be bruises there tomorrow. He tilts his head to the other side, like he's still trying to make up his mind if he wants to leave or stay.

"If I were to stay, what would I do with you? You've thought about this before, haven't you, Crowley?" His tone is dark and playful, but the kind of playful that sounds more like someone about to play with their food before eating it.

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Crowley moans again, grip tightening in Castiel's coat sleeve. This is entirely too much. It's beyond perfect and he can't bring himself to worry about how stupid it is when he's got the very creature he's spent years wanting to fuck exactly where he wants him, even if their roles are a bit reversed from what he's pictured.

"Of course I've thought about it. Mostly, it involved me fucking you." He sees no reason not to be honest in that. "I wanted to take you apart just to see what you were made of, buttercup."

He licks his lips. "Still do."

Castiel is welcome to take that as a threat or a promise for later, because if he leaves Crowley like this, Crowley will find him and he will fuck him senseless. Then again, maybe he'll do that, anyway.

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That sounds unappealing, Castiel thinks, but maybe his body knows differently; there's a flutter of arousal that he quickly ignores because he does know, at least, that he doesn't want to let Crowley take him apart. If having sex with Crowley will have an unfortunate outcome, he's sure it would come from giving Crowley the upper hand. No, Castiel prefers the position he has now, holding Crowley right where he wants him, where a flick of his wrist can set him moaning again.

He gets the hint of an idea, which he turns into a reality when he pinches the inside of Crowley's thigh, high up and close to his groin.

"And what if I wanted to take you apart?" he says lowly, his voice rough, and he leans in closer, not close enough to kiss, but enough that Crowley's vision is slowly being narrowed down to only Castiel leaning over him.

"What would I see?"

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Crowley shudders, whether from that pinch or Castiel's words he couldn't say. Castiel is entirely too good at this--not just the physical part, but the whole domineering thing. Crowley almost wonders if he hasn't been spying on Crowley's personal time the past few years.

"I think you'll find that taking a demon apart is a bit of a challenge, Cas."

The wavering in his voice probably doesn't help, though. Not many people could take Crowley apart, but Castiel is probably one of the few who could if he pushed the right buttons. He's already got Crowley hooked and it's only a matter of trial and error at this point.

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Castiel hums, and while it's true that part of him is still unclear about what he's doing in a practical sense, he's finding that the rest of him is enjoying this situation. He likes having Crowley shudder underneath him, and he likes the waver in his voice. He's assuming it has everything to do with how much he would otherwise have liked to rip Crowley's heart out.

This is more fun, he thinks.

"I think you'll find that you consistently underestimate me." Their deal, then leaving him to die -- Crowley hasn't done a very good job of predicting Castiel's movements, though he did do a good job with the location of the tablet. Still, that's two out of three, and his odds aren't good here, either.

He starts undoing Crowley's pants, starting with the fly, but then he has to pull them off his hips, which requires letting go of his shoulder. Crowley could get up then, if he wanted, and try to take over the situation. Castiel lets go to tug his pants down, though his eyes are on Crowley's the whole time, waiting to see what he'll do, and if he'll stay still. If he'll stay still for him.

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Crowley's eyes stay locked on Castiel's. He feels raw and exposed and trapped and he doesn't like it, save for the part of him that likes it quite a bit too much.

He should go. He should get himself out of this ridiculous and dangerous situation, but he's frozen there under Castiel, pliant and wanting.

When it comes to being undressed, he's neither a help nor a hindrance. Castiel is more than strong enough to move Crowley where he needs him and Crowley's a bit too preoccupied with panting harshly and grabbing at Castiel's coat.