This is less plotty and more focused on one area. NSFW material with Cas and Crowley in the places of Podrick and (not-a-eunech) Varys respectively, with Gabriel in place of Tyrion Lannister.
"Cas, I need you to deliver this message." Gabriel was settled in the chair behind his desk when Castiel entered the room, and Castiel gave a short, obedient nod. He was lucky to be in this position, he knew, and he hoped to impress as best he could and attain a higher position within King's Landing. Gabriel was a man of much oddity, and despite his position as a Lannister he seemed to be in a position of ill-repute.
All the same, Castiel was loyal - Tyrion seemed to be a good man, and he certainly treated Castiel himself very well. "To whom, ser?" Gabriel snorted.
"Whom." He repeated, amused. "To Crowley." Castiel swallowed.
"Crowley?" Castiel parroted back the word without thinking. Crowley. The Spider. He was an odd man, with numerous eccentricities and a sharp tongue, but Castiel was a little intimidated by him. He knew things, after all, and Gabriel had taught Castiel all too well that knowledge was most certainly power.
"Yes, Crowley. Not a problem, is it?"
"No, ser." Castiel said softly. Gabriel handed over a scroll of rolled parchment, kept in place with a blue ribbon.
"Mind his hands."
"Ser?"
"Crowley's hands." Gabriel grinned at him. "They tend to wander."
"O-Oh." Castiel said, succinctly. Gabriel just chuckled.
"Don't worry so, boy, you'll be fine. He won't put his hands on you unless you tell him "yes" first. Now, off you pop. Deliver the message, go have a drink, and come back."
Castiel didn't want to risk further teasing from the man if he stuck around, and turned on his heel to go. King's Landing was busy but Castiel was light and quick on his feet, and he moved swiftly.
He was lucky for his position here, that he knew, and he hoped to work his way up to a knight's position, despite his current master's ill repute. Castiel just wanted a chance in this bustling world of princes and rich men - and why not? This was Westeros, a land of many tales. Anything was possible.
He knocked on the door to Crowley's quarters, feeling aprehension. He did not think he was wrong in feeling nervous around the man - referred to as The Spider or in more common circles, a Demon - given his tendencies. If Gabriel was a man of eccentricity, Crowley was of pure oddity, and Castiel did not trust the man so far as he could throw him.
"Come in." Crowley's answer was swift, and Castiel pushed open the door to move inside. "Ah, so Gabriel has sent me his manlover serving boy, eh?" Castiel's eyes went wide, and for a few moments he remained in the middle of the floor, stunned into silence.
"I brought you a message."
"Oh, have you now? Give it here then." Castiel held out the parchment, pointedly ignoring the slight shake to his own hand as Crowley plucked the neat little scroll from his hand. He read it, and then huffed to himself, shaking his head before setting the inked paper aside. "I'm not a manlover." Castiel said, and Crowley had the cheek to snort.
"You know, lad, just because you fuck women too doesn't mean you don't take men." Castiel's cheek's flushed crimson. He wanted to demand how Crowley knew, but Castiel had fucked men in King's Landing, and The Spider had threads on every wall and ceiling, so it was said.
Crowley wasn't unattractive. Castiel had never had a close look at the man before this, and now he took in the sight quite closely. Crowley's stubble was thick and dark, his lips red, and he wore robes of a dark purple. Cas wondered why he wore roves.
"Still not a manlover." Even as Castiel said it his eyes dropped down, glancing at Crowley's fabric obscured crotch.
"Of course you aren't." Crowley purred. "Come to bed with me anyway."
"What's in it for me if I do?" The words exited his mouth with effort, unpractised and foreign on his tongue, but Crowley guffawed in response.
"It's good to see you're getting the hang of this place, Cas." Crowley complimented, obviously pleased.
"Thanks." He returned, hiding the quirk of his lips with some effort. "Now, what's in it for me?"
"Information. I'll help you get in on a more knightly level." Castiel nodded slowly, and when Crowley stepped backwards towards the bedroom, he followed after the older man on quick feet.
This is the first part and I'll write and post the second part tomorrow. I had to rewrite this whole fic after my puppy closed the window I was drafting in, and now it's nearly 4AM so you've only got half of it for now. Sorry! I'll put up the second part as soon as I get up and write it tomorrow morning.
FILL, Team Crowley/Sam, Learning The Ropes
This is less plotty and more focused on one area. NSFW material with Cas and Crowley in the places of Podrick and (not-a-eunech) Varys respectively, with Gabriel in place of Tyrion Lannister.
"Cas, I need you to deliver this message." Gabriel was settled in the chair behind his desk when Castiel entered the room, and Castiel gave a short, obedient nod. He was lucky to be in this position, he knew, and he hoped to impress as best he could and attain a higher position within King's Landing. Gabriel was a man of much oddity, and despite his position as a Lannister he seemed to be in a position of ill-repute.
All the same, Castiel was loyal - Tyrion seemed to be a good man, and he certainly treated Castiel himself very well. "To whom, ser?" Gabriel snorted.
"Whom." He repeated, amused. "To Crowley." Castiel swallowed.
"Crowley?" Castiel parroted back the word without thinking. Crowley. The Spider. He was an odd man, with numerous eccentricities and a sharp tongue, but Castiel was a little intimidated by him. He knew things, after all, and Gabriel had taught Castiel all too well that knowledge was most certainly power.
"Yes, Crowley. Not a problem, is it?"
"No, ser." Castiel said softly. Gabriel handed over a scroll of rolled parchment, kept in place with a blue ribbon.
"Mind his hands."
"Ser?"
"Crowley's hands." Gabriel grinned at him. "They tend to wander."
"O-Oh." Castiel said, succinctly. Gabriel just chuckled.
"Don't worry so, boy, you'll be fine. He won't put his hands on you unless you tell him "yes" first. Now, off you pop. Deliver the message, go have a drink, and come back."
Castiel didn't want to risk further teasing from the man if he stuck around, and turned on his heel to go. King's Landing was busy but Castiel was light and quick on his feet, and he moved swiftly.
He was lucky for his position here, that he knew, and he hoped to work his way up to a knight's position, despite his current master's ill repute. Castiel just wanted a chance in this bustling world of princes and rich men - and why not? This was Westeros, a land of many tales. Anything was possible.
He knocked on the door to Crowley's quarters, feeling aprehension. He did not think he was wrong in feeling nervous around the man - referred to as The Spider or in more common circles, a Demon - given his tendencies. If Gabriel was a man of eccentricity, Crowley was of pure oddity, and Castiel did not trust the man so far as he could throw him.
"Come in." Crowley's answer was swift, and Castiel pushed open the door to move inside. "Ah, so Gabriel has sent me his manlover serving boy, eh?" Castiel's eyes went wide, and for a few moments he remained in the middle of the floor, stunned into silence.
"I brought you a message."
"Oh, have you now? Give it here then." Castiel held out the parchment, pointedly ignoring the slight shake to his own hand as Crowley plucked the neat little scroll from his hand. He read it, and then huffed to himself, shaking his head before setting the inked paper aside. "I'm not a manlover." Castiel said, and Crowley had the cheek to snort.
"You know, lad, just because you fuck women too doesn't mean you don't take men." Castiel's cheek's flushed crimson. He wanted to demand how Crowley knew, but Castiel had fucked men in King's Landing, and The Spider had threads on every wall and ceiling, so it was said.
Crowley wasn't unattractive. Castiel had never had a close look at the man before this, and now he took in the sight quite closely. Crowley's stubble was thick and dark, his lips red, and he wore robes of a dark purple. Cas wondered why he wore roves.
"Still not a manlover." Even as Castiel said it his eyes dropped down, glancing at Crowley's fabric obscured crotch.
"Of course you aren't." Crowley purred. "Come to bed with me anyway."
"What's in it for me if I do?" The words exited his mouth with effort, unpractised and foreign on his tongue, but Crowley guffawed in response.
"It's good to see you're getting the hang of this place, Cas." Crowley complimented, obviously pleased.
"Thanks." He returned, hiding the quirk of his lips with some effort. "Now, what's in it for me?"
"Information. I'll help you get in on a more knightly level." Castiel nodded slowly, and when Crowley stepped backwards towards the bedroom, he followed after the older man on quick feet.
This is the first part and I'll write and post the second part tomorrow. I had to rewrite this whole fic after my puppy closed the window I was drafting in, and now it's nearly 4AM so you've only got half of it for now. Sorry! I'll put up the second part as soon as I get up and write it tomorrow morning.