Castiel had barely taken off his plate armor, the air between them smelling like sweat, blood and oil. Chainmail clinked against itself with every thrust, the steel heavy where it was draped over his thighs after Cas rucked it up. How Castiel could move so swiftly in battle while wearing so much was beyond him. He pulled the crown prince’s hair and stole a kiss, delighting as Castiel growled and thrust up sharply, callouses on his palms scraping against Samandriel’s smooth ass.
Samandriel broke the kiss just enough to whisper into the larger man’s mouth. “My King.”
Castiel’s eyes slammed shut, his feet faltering as his boots scrabbled on the floor. His grip on Samandriel’s thighs tightened to bruising strength, but the young lord didn’t care. It was worth any minor injury to see and feel the prince coming inside him.
okay so tumblr's acting weird.. anyway, i ended up making a modern day royalty au? idk i love kings and queens and princes but didn't want to make another medieval au, so now we have this
Dean reclined in his throne, watching with little interest as the courtesans prattled about. The usual gossip was likely being strung and pulled like the taffy he saw being made in the square last week. It was hard to really care when his favorite people were absent. Some of the other kingdoms had been shocked enough to hear that the eldest Winchester was being promised a young prince from the Novaks. Nevermind that he and Castiel had grown up together, were always friends. He was surprised more people didn’t see it coming.
The Miltons were the true surprise, even to Dean’s own parents. Lucifer always did have a way of silencing everyone. His own kingdom had long since been in jeopardy, half of it annexed by an ungrateful foreigner who’d been unhappy to be a Lord. If Crowley had been in Dean’s courts when the revolution started, he’d have been a dead man.
It was that tenacity that the other kingdoms feared and Lucifer’s needed. Michael giving Dean Castiel was almost like a personal courtesy. On the other hand, Lucifer giving them both Samandriel was a cry of desperation. It had been left up to Dean whether they would send the customary reinforcements. John was always testing him like this, seeing how truly ready he was to bear a larger crown.
The first time Dean had met Lucifer’s youngest nephew his first thought was that he was nothing like his father. Balthazar had tried to see if Michael would give him Castiel when they were younger and Dean had held a bit of a grudge against him since. Castiel was his, it was a simple fact and now it was irrefutable. Though few actually knew the lengths to which Dean had gone to ensure it. It took more than troops to buy prized sons, after all.
Samandriel had been a bit quiet, not timid or shy, just… quiet. He sat and observed, content to watch everyone else mill about. In a way it reminded Dean of Castiel. Though Cas had a way of sitting and wearing intimidation like a fine cloak. Samandriel on the other hand was simply there.
With two large personalities like Dean and Castiel’s, it was probably fortunate that Samandriel was content to just exist within a space. Dean hadn’t been sure at first, though. It wasn’t until he saw Samandriel’s smile and the young lord made a horse trading joke in confidence that Dean began to fall in love. He’d spent hours just talking to Castiel about him, rolling his eyes at the fond, amused smile his best friend was giving him. There was a softness to Samandriel that Dean found he needed desperately and he knew Cas well enough to know he wasn’t the only one.
