He swaggered out of his red ferrari, the lock clicking behind him as he looked at the clear, endless sky through his designer sun glasses and smooothed an invisible crease from his crisp expensive suit. His vivid blue eyes traced the lines of the glistening glass building in front of him and a amirk appeared on his face. This was a good day, like all other days because this was his domain, as an heir to the Black Wing & Co global empire along with his 6 other siblings. As Castiel Novak. Brilliant playboy billionaire, at only 32 years of age.

He strolled past the front desk and the frantic, " Hello "s that came every morning. He pressed the button to the elevator and when the chrome doors opened he stepped inside to see it empty. He smiled, yes everything was going exactly how it should. He smirked thinking of the night before, his nights even better than his days, the money he possessed allowing him to live a life of luxury, the man last night had given him a glow, it had been very good sex. He tried to think of anybody he could have later that night, who would be his next conquest?

The elvator stopped at floor 2, Castiel straightened up, trying to look superior to whoever was about to enter.

A fairly tall man with handsome face and a muscular, strong body to match waled in. Castiel shamelessly checked out his arseas he stood slightly infront. A second man accompanied him, they were talking comfortably and seamed calm in each other's presense. Damn that man, if it wasnt for him he would be organising his bed buddy for the night. Catiel had already decided he wanted the broad man after two seconds of his entrance, in his bed, that night.

"So how is Tommy, Dean? You two still going strong" the shorter man asked. So his name was Dean and he was gay, this was a workable situation.

"No we broke up last month, just wasnt working", the man, Dean, replied with a small shrug. Jackpot. Single, hot and gay. Easy. The men carried on aimlessly talking for a whie as Castiel started forging a way to get what he wanted, yet again, he thought.

Dean looked like the jock type, liked flattery, a meal say but was then happy to continue onto the bedroom on the first date. Perfect, a man had to eat so the meal wasn't a real dealbreaker. The other man soon exited the elevator leaving him and Dean alone.

"Hi" castiel started, "I'm Castiel Novak" he stated shamelessly dropping his own name which usually got the young men ready and eager once they realised he was a billionaire combined with his jet black sex hair, bright blue orbs and toned physique.

"I know" was the short reply given in a southern voicd that made Catiel's dick twitch in rpely. Well hello cowboy. "I'm Dean Winchester". When he turned fully to look at Castiel his eyes combed over the man's body with appraisel. Somebody liked what they saw.

"How about dinner? say tonight" Castiel sked, stepping closer to Dean and invading his personal space.

The younger man looked slightly surprised, "Why? he wondered out loud.

"You look interesting, I am interesting and besides a man's got to eat right" he flirted, letting his arm dust over Dean's. Lust emiited from both men's eyes, their attraction palbale.

"Where" was the husky response.

Castiel grasped Dean's hand and caressed it as he wrote an address on the palm. The elevator dinged and Dean stepped out but not before he turned after reading the adress and asked "Where's this?"

"My place" Castiel replied looking into Dean's eyes, and the doors shut severing their conversation. Cstiel smiled to himself as he relaxed after that lustful encounter, tonight was going to be a very deicious one. Sex and food, a couple of his faviourite things.

Walking to his desk Dean wondered why he had said yes, He, like everybody else, knew of Mr. Novak's, Castiel's, shameful reputation but one look at those shimmering eyes in that lithe body had his brain scrambled, the caress his hand had recieved making his imagination go wild with images of thos soft hands caressing other arts of his body. He shivered, he was sure this was going to be an evening to remember.

Dean was the relationship kind of a man, he liked to care for somebody and be cared for in return, he wanted a marriage and a white picket fence, he couldn't see that happening with Castiel but maybe a night of wonderous sex was exactly what he needed. It hardly looked as though Castiel needed caring for, the man was the epitomy of arrogance and strangth all wrapped up into one sexy package.

Then again he did seem interesting, like there was more to him than the bravado, Dean would get to know him, have some, what he expected to be fantastic, sex and if he liked the meal part of the night who knew about the future, at 28 years of age he relaised that you should expect the unexpected but also to accept what did happen. All he knew for certain was that he was unsure what to expect but he would make the best out of the situaion, with a man as sexy as he doubted that would be hard atall.

Dean spent the day wondering about what to wear, whether or noth he should bring anything and how good the sex would be.

Castie spent the day thinking of Dean's ass and how it would feel to sink into it.

Neither spent the day thinking of the other person's general affect on their life, they didn't know how large it would be. They didn't know the other well enough. Yet.