AN: So I decided to take this from a story with multiple sequels, to a story with multiple chapters. Thought it might work out better that way.

Disclaimer: I don't own PlayStation, Xbox, Wii, Blu-ray, Netflix, or My Candy Love and its characters. Just what I do with them.

Chapter Summary: Nathaniel invites Castiel over to watch a movie a few nights after when the first chapter takes place, but Castiel has other ideas.

Warnings: M/M smut, Slash, Bondage, masochism, and sadism. Castiel once again tops, which is still obvious. Plus, there's a bunch of family drama thrown in.

The sound of a guitar solo suddenly burst into the cool, Friday night. Castiel looked at the number on his phone. He didn't recognize it but he answered anyways after smudging out his cigarette.

"What?" he said.

"Hi, Cas... it's Nathaniel," he heard through the phone, Nat's voice a bit shaky.

"How'd you get my number?"

"Student files." Nathaniel paused. "Anyways, I was, uh, wondering if you might like to go see a movie or-or something tomorrow... with me."

"Sure," Castiel smiled a little. "Just need a time and a place."

"I was thinking around eight at, uh, my house?"

"Is that a question?"

"No? ...I mean, no."

"Heh, sure, sounds good Nat."

"See you then."

"I don't know where you live."

"Oh, right. Just walk four blocks down Main from the front door of school, then a left into the dead end, and it's the big blue house at the end."

"Already sounds fancy. I'll be there at eight."

"Okay! See you then!"

"Bye, Nat."

"Bye."

Castiel ended the phone call and lit another cigarette, this time with something good to look forward to.

~oOo~

Nathaniel was still shaking off some of his nervousness but he was proud of himself. Asking someone on a date at your own house after they basically raped you is a difficult thing to do.

He flopped onto his bed and sighed. He thought back to three days ago when Castiel and him... Just thinking of it made him hard.

"Get a hold of yourself, Nathaniel," he said.

It was 10:45. His parents were asleep on the other side of the house and Amber was out at a party with her friends. He was practically alone in the mansion.

Damn, he thought and gave up trying to will his "problem" away. He allowed his thoughts to drift back to Castiel. The crazy thing was, it wasn't just the parts where he actually felt good that made him hard, it was the abuse, the fast paced, one sided pleasure. He thought about making Castiel happy, making sure Castiel felt good, no matter what the cost. He sucked on the middle and index finger of his left hand, while the right clumsily undid the buttons on his shirt. He closed his eyes and moaned, imagining Cas' hands instead of his own. He pressed the bruise on his cheekbone and winced, remembering the punches, then he smiled.

He brought his hand back into his mouth and continued to essentially blow his fingers. His right hand roamed his chest until it flicked over a nipple. He pinched it and rubbed I while his other hand drifted down to his pants. He reached under the band and grabbed hold of his member jerking slowly, then faster, and slowly again, changing his pace every few strokes. He twisted his nipple and moaned. He could almost feel Castiel's breath on his neck or his oddly cold fingers against his skin. His left hand wandered to his lips. He sucked at the same pace he jerked himself off at. It was all getting to be too much. His toes curled, his back arched.

"Castiel!" he moaned loudly as he came into his hand. He stroked until it was all out and collapsed back into his sheets.

Nathaniel waited for his breathing to return to a normal pace before stripping off all his clothes and walking to his bathroom. He took a quick shower just to rinse off and then stepped out putting on purple boxers and a white t-shirt. He crawled into his queen sized bed and fell asleep quickly with thoughts of a certain red head in mind.

~The Next Day (Saturday) at 7:30pm~

Castiel knew he was going to fuck Nathaniel again. That was definitely going to happen. He didn't doubt that the movie night was probably some kind of excuse to get him over there.

Honestly, he was starting to fall for the guy. In a non-romantic way. Not like "I want to marry you and grow old with you. Let's adopt and raise three children together." Just... no. It was more like "Let me fuck you until you can't think straight and walking isn't even an option and then I'll still be there the next day to do it again."

He laughed lightly at the thought of them even being a serious couple as he looked in his closet for something to wear. They needed to be clothes he could take of fairly easily. Red boxers, slightly skinny, dark grey jeans, a studded belt, no, fuck the belt. He threw it to the ground and resumed getting dressed. Red wife beater, black biker boots, and his favourite leather jacket. By now it had gotten to be 7:45. He was going to head out the door and make it there early, until he realized that's exactly what he would be doing: getting there early. So instead, he packed a bag to use later, gathering what he might need. It would be about a ten minute walk so he left at 7:55.

Castiel walked and smoked as he did until reaching a dead end road like Nathaniel had said. He had expected a house slightly larger than average, but instead it was a full mansion. Three stories high and painted in various shades of blue with white accents, windows everywhere. It looked like it belonged by a beach. Cas took a moment to look the house over, it appeared to have a very large backyard, as well. He walked up the stone path to the front door and rang the bell, smudging out the cigarette and tossing it into a flowerpot before Nathaniel opened the door.

"Hey," he smiled.

"Gonna invite me in, Nat?"

"Yeah, of course. Come in."

Castiel stepped into the house and kicked off his boots.

The door opened to a foyer that went up to the second floor. A huge glass chandelier hung from the ceiling and a curved staircase to the right led to the second floor with a balcony overlooking the front room. On the left, an archway opened to the living room and beyond that was the kitchen. Next to the kitchen was a dining room with glass French doors to the backyard. A large bathroom sat next to the dining room. The second floor had four bedrooms and three full bathrooms. And on the third floor was one and a half bathrooms and game room fully equipped with a flat screen TV, PlayStation, Xbox, Wii, etc. plus games. Also a pool table and ping pong table. A small 10 seat movie theatre with surround sound, Blu-ray, and a huge HD TV was next to the game room. There was an office on every floor, but each person had a laptop and/or computer to use.

"Wow," Castiel muttered as Nathaniel finished the tour in the theatre.

"Yeah. I own just about every movie, and if I don't have it, Netflix probably does." Nathaniel fumbled with the remote, turning on the TV and turning off the room lights.

"Cool. So..." Castiel advanced slowly on Nathaniel, the blonde stepped back.

"What?" he asked nervously.

Castiel didn't respond and just walked up to Nathaniel, pressing him against the wall. They stood there. Nathaniel's eyes wide and Castiel's narrowed intensely. Their faces mere centimeters apart, Cas pinned Nathaniel's arms to his sides and kissed him. Nathaniel, eyes now shut, relaxed into Castiel's arms and opened his mouth to the other's tongue. Castiel grinded against Nathaniel's hips and growled deep in his throat causing Nat to let out a high pitched moan. When they parted for air, Castiel continued bucking his hips.

"Cas, wait," Nathaniel chimed in before his lips could be violated again.

"What? Why?" Castiel asked, stopping his hips.

"I thought we were going to watch a movie."

"Heh. W- you actually meant we would watch a movie when you asked if I wanted to watch a movie?"

"Yeah..."

"Nathaniel," Castiel took a step back, "I'm not into the whole romance thing. The other day was basically me getting out my rage. I still don't like you all that much, but I don't hate you anymore. Don't get me wrong, you're great in bed, that's the whole reason I thought you invited me over really." He paused. "I'm not the caring

type. I mean, look at me. Do you think I could really love anyone? I have the shittiest family of fuckasses ever and so I don't even know how to love. I could never be in a relationship."

"Could you try?" Nat pleaded, his face had fallen throughout the mini speech.

"No," Castiel shook his head.

Nathaniel sucked up the displeasing information and put on a brave face. "Well... then you fucking me again would be the next best thing."

A devious smile crept onto Castiel's face. Nathaniel shivered in anticipation.

Nathaniel spoke up again before Cas could get back to him. "We should go to my room. My parents could get back from their dinner any time soon. And Amber will be back from her party within an hour."

"Good call."

Castiel picked Nathaniel up bridal style and carried him to his room.

"Get undressed, I need to grab something," Cas instructed.

"O-okay."

Nathaniel began unbuttoning his shirt as Castiel left. He was completely naked in under a minute and sat on his bed. He imagined the scenarios of what might happen. Outside his window, it was just after sunset and starting to be dark. Castiel returned after a few moments with his bag and was surprised to see Nathaniel completely undressed. He was expecting the blonde to still at least have briefs on, but this made it easier. Cas looked over his body. He hadn't really had the chance to before. Scabs had formed over the bite marks and the bruises had turned a pale yellow-purple colour. Nathaniel blushed under Castiel's focused gaze and shifted uncomfortably.

"Lay back," Castiel commanded and set the bag on the floor.

Nathaniel scooted back on the bed and propped himself up on his elbows. Castiel slowly pulled off his coat, then his shirt, and then unbuttoned his pants. Nathaniel watched, eagerly awaiting what would happen next. Castiel, now down to his red boxers, opened the bag and pulled out a length of rope. It was about a centimeter thick and soft feeling. Cas pulled a pair of scissors out, as well.

"Hold onto the headboard," he commanded, his voice growing lower.

The whole situation made Nathaniel tingle and he, once again, did as he was told. Castiel tied Nathaniel's wrists to the headboard and cut the rope. The scissors and remaining rope soon joined their clothes on the ground, as well as Cas' boxers.

Nathaniel was already hard from all that was happening. Castiel pulled one more object out of the bag. A bottle of lube. He kissed Nathaniel and quickly bit his shoulder. Nathaniel hissed at the sudden sensation and it wasn't until after that he realized Castiel had three fingers inside him.

"Nothing gets by you does it?" Castiel asked sarcastically.

Nathaniel moaned when his fingers splayed and twisted and whimpered when they were gone. Castiel teased his entrance with his cock and laughed at the pleading face Nathaniel was making.

"Fuck me, Cas!" Nathaniel finally cried.

Castiel's smirk grew to a wide grin and he thrust in entirely. Tears once again escaped Nathaniel's eyes at the pain and he let out a breathy grunt. With one hand on his hip and the other on his shoulder, Castiel pounded Nathaniel mercilessly. The pain eventually disappeared after a minute or so. Then Castiel changed his angle a little and a jolt of pleasure racked Nathaniel's body. He let out a loud moan followed by little gasps at every buck of Cas' hips. Castiel pressed his middle and ring fingers against Nathaniel's tongue forcing him to suck them. Cas looked at Nathaniel, their eyes meeting again. Nathaniel's wide and blissed-out and Castiel's dark and predatory. Then Nathaniel's eyes closed again and Castiel was able to focus on the fact he was nearly ready.

"Ahng," Nathaniel managed to cry out.

Castiel removed his fingers from Nathaniel's mouth and kissed him while both their orgasms hit. He pumped a few more times getting it all out and pulled out to lay next to Nathaniel who sighed.

"Heh. Hope you're not tired yet, blondie. That was just the beginning."

"Mmh, I don't think so." He paused to breathe for a moment. "Why are you so good at that?"

"At what?" Castiel turned to face Nathaniel.

"Making me want it." He blushed dark red.

"Want what?"

"All of this. You... in me. The pain and pleasure and sex."

"What's not to want?" Castiel leaned over and licked a long trail from the dip where Nathaniel's collar bones met up to his lips and gave him a deep but fast kiss. "Now to get that rope off and retie it. This'll be fun." He grinned devilishly.

Castiel untied the rope around Nathaniel's wrists. Slight rope burns had formed. Nathaniel took the opportunity to relax and stretch his wrists before getting rapidly flipped over onto his stomach. He felt his arms be jerked behind his back and rotated his shoulders for an easier angle. Castiel tied his hands together behind his back with a larger length of rope. Cas brought Nathaniel up onto his knees, his head still on the pillow. He felt almost uncomfortably exposed. Much more than the first time. Back then, though, he still had pants on... and wasn't tied up.

"Can you breathe?" Castiel asked. He was going to ask if he was comfortable, but then dropped that when he realized that that would be a really difficult position to truly be comfortable in.

Nathaniel situated his head and replied, "Yeah."

"Great."

Castiel grabbed onto both of Nathaniel's hips and pushed in. Nathaniel whimpered in pain, but it didn't hurt as bad because he was already stretched from 5 minutes before. Cas started slow, just barely moving, then he would speed up quickly, and slow back down again. The pace changing was driving Nathaniel crazy, but he was in no position to complain. After all, it felt amazing. And then Castiel brushed against his prostate. Nathaniel moaned and quivered. Castiel brought up the pace to a constant, fast, deep thrusting, but only hit Nat's p-spot every few thrusts. Just to tease.

Nathaniel moaned with every movement, growing loud each time Castiel hit. Nathaniel could feel the heat rushing to his core as he got ready to burst.

"I'm... close... C-Cas."

"Yeah," Castiel grunted out.

Castiel gave one last buck of his hips, Nathaniel yelled, and the bedroom door swung open.

Amber stood in the doorway, phone in hand, mouth hanging open, and eyes wide with shock, horror, and utter disgust.

"Oh my god!" She shouted. "Oh my fucking god!"

Nathaniel stared back silently, his scream caught halfway out his lips. Without breaking eye contact, Amber lifted her phone and snapped a picture. Castiel quickly stood up and wrapped a blanket around himself. Nathaniel was still frozen in mortified embarrassment.

"Give me the phone, Amber," Castiel commanded calmly. His eyes were narrowed and his tone was dark and serious. Any sensible being would have given the phone and ran, but not Amber.

"No!" she said. "You're fucking gay. God, wait until everyone finds out. To think I actually thought you were attractive."

Castiel reached for the phone.

"No! Don't fucking touch me, faggot! I'll call the fucking cops!" Amber screeched.

"Don't talk to him that way, Amber," Nathaniel said. He had gotten one of his hands out of the rope and had a different blanket covering him.

"Oh my god. My own brother, a fucking cock sucker. Why don't you just stop and take a moment to think about how I feel right now. I just walked in on my own big brother getting fucked in the ass. You don't know how embarrassing that is."

"I think I kind of do. Notice that that's me you're talking about. Please, just give me the picture."

"No!"

While they argued, Castiel was working on getting Amber's iPhone. She finally stopped flailing her arms for a second and he snatched it out of her hands. He ran into the bathroom connected to Nathaniel's room and locked the door.

"You disgusting little shit!" she shouted. "You're gonna pay!"

Amber grabbed the blanket around Nathaniel's waist and tore is off before running out of his room and down the stairs. Nathaniel chased after her. The moment he got to the bottom of the stairs into the foyer, the front door clicked and swung open. Both his parents stood gawking in the doorway.

"Nathaniel's gay!" Amber shouted just before entering the room. "There's a boy from school locked in his bathroom. Castiel, the one that always beats him up, was screwing him, like, 30 seconds ago."

"Is that true, Nathaniel?" his mother asked.

Nathaniel didn't answer. They both stepped into the house. His father closed the door.

"Tell me if that's true!" she got loud. "Nathaniel!"

"No. Amber is lying to get attention," Nathaniel said, once again calm.

"Well, then why are you naked with your hand tied?" she asked, hysteria lightly creeping into her voice.

"I wanted to see how easily I could get out of ropes. I wasn't very good at it, but I did make some progress." He lifted up his unbound hand.

"Why naked and why him? I thought Castiel is the boy that's always mean to everyone."

"He was the bully, but then I decided to befriend him, and it worked. We're really good friends now. I was naked so that I could move easier. Don't worry, Castiel didn't see anything. That's what the blanket was for. The one Amber took."

"B-but I saw you two! You were-"

Their mother interrupted her, "Amber, it's not nice to make up stories like that. That was very cruel towards you brother." The hysteria became nonexistent.

"Hey, Amber," Castiel said coolly, walking down the stairs fully clothed. "Sorry I grabbed your phone. I must have mistaken it for mine. Here ya go." Cas gently tossed Amber the phone, picture deleted. She glared at him.

"Sorry. I just have the same model. I forgot I left it at home," he said with a smirk in his eyes while an innocent smile played on his lips to match the sincere tone.

"You're lying! You deleted my proof! And now you're playing charming!"

"Why would I lie to a pretty girl and her parents?" his voice remained suave with and air of sinister.

"Um, hi. Hate to interrupt, but it's getting drafty over here," Nathaniel chimed in.

"Ugh." Amber covered her eyes and gave him the blanket.

"I'm glad we worked this out," said Nathaniel's mother. "And I'm even more glad that you're not gay."

Nathaniel shuddered.

She turned to Castiel, "Hello. It's great to hear you and Nathan are friends."

When she looked at her husband, Castiel looked at Nathaniel and mouthed, "Nathan?"

Nathaniel shrugged. "Later," he mouthed back.

"Well, Nathan, why don't you boys head back upstairs. Your mother and I need to talk to Amber about fabricating lies again."

Amber whined, "But-"

"No buts. To the kitchen."

Amber glared and Castiel and Nathaniel before trudging to the kitchen followed by her parents.

As soon as they were gone, Nathaniel looked at Cas. "Wow, what a fiasco."

"Yeah."

"So, I guess you should probably go."

"Alright. I'm glad I showed up."

"Yeah, so, see you Monday."

Castiel gave Nathaniel a quick kiss and whispered, "Just call if you need to be fucked." He walked to the door and opened it. "Oh, and Nathaniel?"

"Hm?"

"Keep the rope," Castiel smirked and stepped into the night.

AN: Woo! It's done! Free magic for everyone that follows this because in next chapter (Spoilers!) Castiel and Nathaniel go on vacation together! Really looking forward to writing that. Hope yalls enjoyed this.

-TWiMC