22A/N: And here it is! Finally. Chapter 2. Many thanks to the wonderful Sidsaid for betaing, and just being there to bounce ideas off.
There will be a third chapter with the Winchesters. I can't help myself.
Enjoy!
Chapter 2: Motel of Iniquitous Delights
Without a coherent thought in his head, and without ceasing their mutual assault, Castiel winged them both to a motel room. Neither realized it was the same motel as the Winchesters, and even if they did, neither would've cared. Both were too far gone by now to care about anything but themselves.
Castiel walked them backwards until Meg's calves hit the side of the bed. She decided to take control here and twisted until Cas was on his back. She then moved from his mouth to kiss and nip at his jaw line, down his throat, pausing to lick his adam's apple and undo his tie, slowly, and with a smoldering look in her eyes, like she was trying to burn him alive with just her gaze. That look alone was enough to make his cock twitch. Castiel, unable to break eye contact, simply lay there breathing heavily while she expertly undid every button of his shirt. When she got to the waistband of his pants, she stopped and he gulped, remembering he was new at this.
"Nervous, Angel?" Meg asked coyly. Cas wasn't sure if it was supposed to be another pet name like Clarence, but he kind of liked it. She kissed the hollow of his throat and whispered, "Don't be. Trust me. You're doing great," she smirked. The thought "How can I trust a demon?" was barely half formed in his mind when she leaned forward slightly and bit his bottom lip while tugging his shirt free, causing him to lose his ability to think again. Meg was saying something, but Cas was so lost in the sensation of lips on his chest that he could barely hear.
"You hear me?" She asked. Cas, eyes at half mast, mumbled back, "I heard, but I wasn't listening. Do that thing with your tongue in my navel again. It...tickles." As she bent to obey, she repeated, "I said, I want you to go back to the Winchester boys in less than perfect physical condition. As part of my 'last request.'" Here she unbuttoned his slacks. She left the zipper alone for the moment and trailed her way back up to his lips, nibbling on the way up. Meg pulled Castiel into a sitting position, straddled his thighs, and slid his shirt off his shoulders. Before she could get it completely off his arms, though, Cas decided things should be a little more even and slid his hands up her sides until she raised her arms. Only when her shirt lie on the floor did he continue to remove his.
Castiel had either gained confidence or lost patience, because he removed her bra with skill he hadn't known he possessed and flipped them so he was above her and they were fully on the bed. He imitated her earlier actions and kissed down her body until he reached her jeans. He didn't hesitate before unbuttoning them, but his eyes flicked to hers at the zipper. He leaned down, never breaking eye contact, and unzipped her jeans with his teeth, torturously slowly. The look in his bright blue eyes was almost mischievous, and it made Meg moan, which in turn made him harder, if that was possible. Cas, definitely displaying impatience now, practically ripped her jeans off, followed by her underwear. He took a little more time with her boots, carefully unzipping first the right, then the left. When they joined the rest of her clothes on the floor, Cas took her right foot and skimmed his lips up her leg, the tip of his tongue darting out a few times. She closed her eyes when he ghosted over her apex, simply inhaling her intoxicating scent. "Demons shouldn't smell this delicious," Castiel thought. "They should smell like sulphur and death, not...cherry blossoms and...woman." He took a deep breath of her scent and stood. She felt the loss and opened her eyes to see him taking off his pants and shoes.
Castiel was finally as naked as Meg. She sat up against the headboard and reached for him, yanking him down onto her, her nails digging into his upper arm. She twisted forcefully, bringing Castiel's head and back into sharp contact with the headboard, regaining dominance. "Meg," he growled against her lips. "You said my kiss made you feel clean." He kissed her lightly. "I think you're making me feel dirty." He ran his hands up her sides and cupped her breasts, running his thumbs over her nipples. "And I think I like it." Their lips found each other's again and Meg pinned Cas's wrists above his head with one hand. The other hand slapped him hard across the cheek. It would definitely leave a mark. She smirked, "Good." She nibbled his bottom lip, then bit down hard enough to draw blood. She was about to lick the blood away, but his tongue darted out first and swiped away her prize. She didn't mourn long. His blood-covered tongue entered her mouth at the same time he broke free of her grasp. His hands slid back down to her hips in a bruising grip that turned almost bone-crushing when Meg bit his shoulder. The pain went straight to Castiel's cock, making it twitch again, and he made a sound that was between a moan and a growl. It seemed he couldn't take it anymore, and he thrust up while driving her down, straight to the hilt. Neither moved or made a sound at first, but then Meg clenched her inner muscles, and bucked. Castiel had never felt anything like it. Not even the burgers after Famine's touch could compare. The feeling of being completely encased in warm, wet, quivering muscles was...heavenly. Castiel could think of no word more appropriate. Meg grew impatient and dug her nails into his shoulders, dragging them down his chest and leaving dark red trails in their wake.
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Castiel lied spread-eagled on the bed, panting and staring at the ceiling. Meg sat on the edge of the bed, reaching for her clothes, the echoes of their passion-induced screams still bouncing off the walls.
"Sorry, Clarence," Meg said over her shoulder. "I don't do cuddling." She located her clothing, dressed quickly, and threw Castiel's pants to him. "But I will say this: That was the most fun I've had in a while. Much better than a shower. I feel cleaner than I think I've ever been." And with a wink she was gone.