Demon Deal.
Pairing : Bobby x Crowley Word count : 1,839 Originally posted under : Crowleysplaythings Warnings : Blood, near death, Smuttish, Non/Dub-con Square filled : Crobby Written for @spnkinkbingo
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Bobby lay bloody and dying on the ground, hand clutching at his chest, trying to stop some of the bleeding as he hoped beyond hope his boys were okay. He had promised not to go off on his own, and he had broken it in a heartbeat when he heard someone in trouble.
But no one had been in trouble. It had been a trap. So here he was, gasping for breath and hoping they had at least been smart enough not to get fooled like he had.
“Well, well, well. What have we here?”
Bobby looked up at the demon standing by his head. He opened his mouth to speak, but all that came out was a gurgle, then he coughed up blood.
Crowley clicked his tongue a few times, with a shake of his head. “Should have listened to your boys, Singer. I take it you could use a bit of help?”
“Ar-” he coughed again, turning his head to the side as blood ran down his cheek. “Boys.. okay?” He barely got that much out, but if he was dying, he needed to know they were okay.
“Would you like to save them? They very well could die without you.” Crowley crouched down, tilting his head to look at Bobby.
“Dy-ing…” He clutched at his wound tighter.
“I can heal you. For a price. Remember?” Crowley smirked and stood.
Bobby watched him, breath heavy and his body shaking. He had lost so much blood already, he only had moments left. “Wh-w-”
Crowley simply held out his hand. Bobby’s eyes moved to the hand, and Crowley rolled his. “Just bloody take my hand if you want to save your boys, Singer.”
His hand ached, and he winced as he loosened his grip on his chest. His knuckles were sore as he stretched his fingers, his arm heavy as he raised it slowly. Crowley grasped his hand, and pulled him to his feet. “Th-thanks..”
“Looking better already.” Crowley pointed out. Bobby looked down, and the bleeding had stopped. So had the pain. He fidgeted with his shirt, and found the fatal wound gone. “You’re welcome.”
Bobby licked his lips before looking up at Crowley. “Let’s get this over with.” He grumbled, and prepared for a kiss.
Crowley shook his head. “This is much bigger than a kiss.”
“Then what do ya want?”
“Don’t worry, Singer. I’ll collect later.” He smiled, before turning and walking away. “Better hurry off to save Moose and Squirrel.” He called over his shoulder. “Before their souls become mine as well.”
Bobby grabbed his gun that had fallen from his grasp earlier, and took off running.
The door to the motel room was shoved open, the knob hitting the wall. Groaning, Bobby walked in, and slammed it shut behind him. Everything hurt, everything ached. He wished that just once, they had sprung for a motel with a hot tub. Dying took a lot out of you, even if you got healed up. And he wasn’t looking forward to what Crowley would ask for in return. He knew he’d make that deal again though, anything for those boys.
He barely kicked off his boots before collapsing on the bed, not caring that he was covered in drying blood, sweat and grime still. He lay there on his stomach, arms at his side as he stared off across the room. He knew he should shower, he knew it would help, but everything hurt. He didn’t think he’d make it that far. His eyes flicked to the bathroom door. “Five feet.” he mumbled to himself. “Five feet, then two more to the tub.” His eyes drifted closed instead.
He wasn’t sure how long he slept, or what had woken him, but he was awake, and figured he might as well finally shower. His head was facing the other way now, but other than that, he hadn’t moved. He winced through the ache as he brought his hands under his chest to push off the bed.
“I was enjoying the view.”
Furrowing his brow, he turned back the way he had been facing when he passed out. “Crowley?” The demon was sitting in a chair at the foot of the bed, drink in hand. “What are ya doing here?”
“I’m here to collect.” He raised his glass in a silent toast before drinking from it. “Stay down.”
“Like hell. I’m going ta shower.”
As Bobby started to push, and raise off the bed, Crowley used his powers to push him back down. “I said, stay down.”
Looking around as best he could, he noted his bag was way out of reach. “The boys are in the next room.” Bobby pointed out. “If I just yell-”
“They’ll never hear you.” Crowley smirked. “I have every intention of you getting loud, so I took precautions.” He shrugged slightly. “I’d save your breath.”
Bobby clenched his jaw. “This is low, even for you.” He snapped.
“I’m the King of Hell, Singer. Nothing is too low for me.” He waved the hand holding his glass, not spilling a drop, and the hunter’s jeans were now around his ankles. “Really, Singer.” Crowley’s eyes swept over his ass, down the hunter’s legs, then back up. “You couldn’t wear a pair without holes?”
“S’cuse me if I was busy fuckin’ dyin’ today.”
“I suppose I should just be pleased you didn’t soil yourself then.” Bobby couldn’t move, but it didn’t stop the death glare he shot the demon’s way. “Oh come now. I’ll go easy on you.. At first.” He grinned before standing.
He trailed a finger down Bobby’s thigh as he moved, laughing as Bobby tried to pull his leg away. “Ya really so bad in bed, ya gotta get it this way? Even I got better luck than that.”
“Maybe this is just more fun for me?” Crowley mused, walking up the other side, his fingers trailing up the other thigh. “Maybe it’s more fun for both of us.” He grabbed hold of Bobby’s boxer briefs and ripped them off.
“GODDAMN THAT HURT! YA STUPID IDJIT!”
Crowley laughed. “I do so love hearing your voice raised. What else will have that effect on you, my pet?”
“I ain’t you’re damned pet.” Bobby spat.
“Bobby, Bobby, Bobby. You are my pet.” He gave Bobby’s ass a slap that made the man flinch, then admired the hand print that began to form. “You’re my little lap pet. And believe me, Singer. By the end of the night, I’ll have you begging to be in my lap.” Crowley gave him another slap.
“Ain’t gonna happen.” Bobby growled.
Crowley chuckled. “We’ll see.” He put his glass to his lips, and finished his drink.
Crowley had been teasing Bobby for a bit. To Bobby, however, it seemed much longer. When Bobby went stone silent, Crowley slowly began upping his game. “You can’t stay silent forever, pet.”
Bobby just clenched his jaw in answer. He refused to give Crowley the satisfaction.
“Very well.” Crowley snapped his fingers.
Bobby waited, glancing around as best he could for some hint as to what would happen next. Nothing. Not a sound. Then he realized, he could move. He licked his lips, waiting a moment longer, anxious. Would Crowley really just leave?
Bobby pulled his knees under himself and pushed up, ready to get off the bed. As soon as he was on his hands and knees, however, CRACK! “Son of a bitch!” He dropped right back onto his stomach as his back stung from the leather strips.
“Made you talk.” Crowley grinned, before whipping him with the flogger again, but this time on Bobby’s already tender ass.
Bobby bunched a bit of blanket, shoving it in his mouth and bit down as hard as he could. His whole body tensing under Crowley’s deft hands.
“The silent treatment again, eh?” Crowley gave his neck a crack. “That’s fine. You won’t be silent for long. You and I both know you are enjoying this, Singer. Just submit.”
Bobby shook his head, flinching as the flogger hit the back of his thighs.
“Admit how much you love this.”
Bobby’s jaw clenched around the blanket, and shook his head.
“You forget just how much I know about you.” Crack. “And how much I hear.” Crack. “I can get in that pretty little head of yours, easily. Should I do that, Bobby? Should I root out every dirty little thing you think? Play out every fantasy for you?”
Bobby swallowed, a sheen of sweat covering him, his eyes fluttering closed now and then with the strikes.
“I wonder if you would enjoy the rack?” Crowley mused. “You seem to love this, though you won’t admit it.” He ran the leather strips over Bobby’s red striped skin. “I could put you up there, cage up that cock of yours, and whip you to your hearts content.”
Bobby couldn’t stop the shiver that ran up his spine.
Crowley stood in Bobby’s line of sight, letting the hunter see him strain against his trousers. “Why do you try to wound me with your silence? I’m only trying to give you what we both want. Would you prefer to keep your sexuality a secret? Dumb and Dumber in there wouldn’t judge. We both know how Dean’s eye wanders..” Crowley ran his fingers through Bobby’s hair. “But, if it would make you more comfortable, I will take on a woman for a meat suit. Did you burn your wife’s body, or just bury it?”
“Fuck you.” Bobby mumbled around what was in his mouth.
Crowley grinned. “No, Bobby. But I will be fucking you, like the little Bitch you are.”
Bobby stifled a groan as Crowley moved out of sight. Flinching as another strike fell across his ass.
“Red is your color, my pet.” Crowley’s voice was low as he had leaned over and whispered it into Bobby’s ear. He felt Crowley’s hand moving gently over his ass, and Bobby winced, sucking in air at the sting.
With a wave of his hand, two fingers extended and slightly apart, Bobby’s legs spread as much as the pants around his ankles would allow.
“What a sight.” Crowley moaned. Bobby jumped as fingers brushed over his balls. The fingers trailed up along his ass crack. “Are you sure you’re not enjoying this?” Crowley chuckled at the goosebumps on Bobby’s skin, and he leaned back to see Bobby’s face.
Bobby had his eyes shut tight as Crowley circled his puckered hole. “Very well.” His hand came away, and the flogger came down on the hunter again and again. Finally, Bobby cried out at the pain.
Grinning, Crowley put the flogger down, and gave a twist of his wrist, and Bobby found himself being turned over. “My, my…”
Bobby looked down in horror at the raging hardon he was sporting.
“So, Singer. Was it the flogging, the dirty talk, or the anticipation of what’s to come?”
“Please…” Bobby tried to shift his hips.
“Please what, Pet?”
“Please.” Bobby begged, finally surrendering. “Take me in your lap.”
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