The Game.

Let the Game, begin.

          The world spun in a beautiful swirl of colors. They meshed together and tore apart. He actually had no idea what was going on. All he paid any attention to was the fact there was at least four people touching him, and He enjoyed every moment of it. The pure ecstasy, the excitement. The soft lips toying with his disappeared and they were replaced by different ones. These were rougher, they pulled seventeen year old Castiel novak away from the others and pushed him against something hard. Castiel wove his fingers through the man's hair and pulled him closer. He could only make out a blurry outline of someone but he didn’t care. It felt amazing. The man decided to move on to his neck, biting on contact. Castiel moaned into the man's shoulder before once again he was pulled away by someone. He almost whined but didn’t have the chance because another pair of lips stole his. Someone was unbuckling his pants and another already had his hands in his pants, grouping anything he could reach. This was going to be a fun night.

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          Castiel groaned. God that was fun. He sat up in someone else's bed, looking at the other three people who were still past out in various places among the room.  Everyone, him included, were still very naked. He slowly rolled over the man next to him, carefully setting a foot onto the cold hardwood floor. The smallest of creaks shot through the air. Castiel looked around the room, Dick was asleep on the bed, the only thing covering him being a tangled sheet wrapped around his hips. Hanna and Kevin were on top of eachother in the corner, and Meg lay in the doorway, she was on her stomach andher mess of black curled warpeding around encasing her head. Castiel smiled, grabbing his clothes from various places over the room, slowly sliding in to insure none of them awoke because of him, the suddlest a snores being the only noise within the small house. He slipped on his shoes and slowly stepped over Meg, she groan just as Castiel placed his foot on the other side of her body. She shuffled onto her side releasing mumbles and groans, eventually she sank back into blissful sleep. Castiel grinned and started down the long hallway. Before he knew he was outside walking to his apartment. The sun beat down on the back of his neck but he didn’t mind, honestly he was happy. His car was still at the building, but he headed home. He only lived a couple blocks down and the corporation was a little farther. It was early, the sun barley rising above the distant horizon line. The dark dissipating away from the suns growing rays. The only sound on a sunday morning being the soft patter of the sidewalk under Castiel’s converse. He had a small skip in his step from the beautiful night of bliss. His everything from ass to face hurt, but it felt fucking amazing.
          He made it to his crappy flat within ten minutes. He trudged up the stairs to the third floor. He walked down the hallway to his flat. The jingle of his keys echoed as he turned them and let himself in.
          It wasn’t much, small. But it was perfect for Castiel.
          Castiel Clarence Novak was a seventeen year old high school student that had the best life he could hope for. He had straight A’s in school, had a paid internship at Roman enterprises, and yeah the pay wasn’t amazing but it was enough. He was on his own with a small but cozy apartment and more friends than he cared to count. Last night three of his co-workers that were seemingly always together invited him to there place to drink. After getting so drunk they could barely stand, they ingested other various…...substances.
          Castiel couldn’t remember everything, all he knew was that they practically ate him alive, his ass felt like someone rammed it with a fucking wrecking ball and he had hickey/bruises all other his body. Completely worth it. One bruise in particular stole his attention. An almost complete handprint across his ass. God it burned. He got a little hot and bothered thinking about it so he took and extra long shower to help… Ease things.
          He lounged around his apartment for the next couple hours. He read for a while but soon got bored. He fixed himself a salmon with his culinary skills no one knew he had. Eventually he took a nap, only to be awakened about three hours later by a text, which was weird since all of his friends new sunday was his day for them to fuck off. He groaned, reaching out and snatching it from the dresser. It was from Meg, one of the people who he thoroughly enjoyed last night, telling him they should do it again. Naturally  he agreed.
          Castiel had a couple hours to burn, so he simply sat on the small balcony his apartment had gifted upon him with some tea. He sat in his chair and put his feet and the rusty railing. It once was a beautiful black, now the color chipping away in favor of the rusty grey it replaced. Castiel watched the sun go down, slowly sipping the warm chamomile from his mug. The liquid rested in his mouth for a brief second before he swallowed.
          He watched the sun drag the light behind it as it faded away, revealing stars speckled lightly across the sky. This was his favorite thing to do. Every sunday, this was his release. His benchmark saying he did it, and here's to another. He finished his cup and headed back inside. He closed the glass slide door and sauntered over to the sink. He placed the mug down with a small clink of glass against stainless steel.
          Rather tired he undressed down to his boxers and went into his bathroom to brush his teeth. His face was what caught his attention. He really didn’t take care of himself, barely ever sleeping, always drinking and consuming all sorts of unhealthy substances. He could easily fix it all, but he didn’t want to. If he wasn’t drop dead tired then he would dream, and he didn’t like his dreams. He looked down, focusing on applying the toothpaste to his toothbrush. Once done he gargled mouthwash several times to get rid of the taste of dick. He once again studied his face. His ocean blue eyes and raven hair were some of his best features, sure he knew that he was attractive but he never made a point to show it. God only knows how good he would look if he ate right or spent time in the sun.
           Don’t get him wrong he loved his life, it just got sort of…. lonely sometimes. He had hundreds of people he could call at anytime and they would be right there, but that was because of his popularity that he did nothing to deserve. No one knew him. Not really. And that's the way he liked it. He groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. This is why he didn’t stay up late, because the drugs and various forms of alcohol would fade away and he would be forced to coherently think. He had to feel just what he actually felt. He groaned again. He walked out of the bathroom, turning off the light and heading to his bed.
           He slid into his thick blankets and sighed. He curled them around his body and let out a satisfied groan. He was completely at ease. His body relaxed and It didn’t take long for his beautiful blank version of sleep to come.