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Careful What You Wish For	By : HeadmasterFelix Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2299 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Confess
Sam showed up within his time limit, thanks to Dean and Cas and his inability to face them. He hadn't been told what room Crowley was in, but he guessed number six and was right. His hand didn't quite make contact with the door before the demon King opened it.
"I'm surprised," and really, he was, "I thought you'd back out of our little arrangement."
"Yeah, well, lets just say I've got plenty of motivation to be here rather than there." Sam stepped into the room and Crowley closed the door behind him. They both removed their jackets, setting them neatly on the motel's table. Crowley loosened his tie while Sam just stood there, awkward and nervous.
"Now, normally I would just assume that your motivation to be here was, well, me. But it seems there's some trouble at home? Again, I mean."
Sam shook his head. He really didn't need therapy right now. Well, he did, just not from a demon. "Can we just get on with this?"
"Just get on with this?" He scoffed, "Yeah, why don't we." Crowley quickly closed the space between them. Sam was so much taller, and he was becoming quite aware that he couldn't hold authority from down here. "Shirt, shoes, off."
Sam was a bit slow, lazily pulling out of his shoes.
"Now!" Crowley barked.
Sam startled and became much more swiftly compliant. When he was as the King wanted him, he was ordered onto the bed.
"Good," his voice became more of a sultry purr. For Sam, it brought back memories of their last encounter. His heartbeat picked up. "I'm going to do some things to you, Moose, some of which you may not like. But you're going to put up with it - you're going to do exactly as I say, because it will make me happy. Do you understand?"
"...What kinds of things?" His voice came out shaky, which was not something he had anticipated.
"Many kinds of things. Some of it will hurt. Physically and emotionally. I'm going to bind you, and fuck you, and make you beg, and that's just a start. Satisfied?" Crowley watched the Winchester carefully, taking pleasure in his nerves.
Sam had never had this kind of arrangement before, and he'd hardly ever considered it. Still, in practice, with Crowley, it was quickly becoming the hottest thing he'd ever done. He knew he needed to be cautious, though. If BDSM could get out of hand with anyone, it would be with a demon. He mustered his mental fortitude, trying to project authority with his next request. "Fine, but I need a safe word and your guarantee that you'll stop when I say so."
Crowley laughed, actually laughed because this was actually funny to him. Sam trying to sound strong, Sam trying to relate this to things he had no doubt seen on the internet, and most of all, Sam thinking that a safe word would do anything against a demon determined to hurt him.
The Winchester shrinked into himself a bit, feeling vulnerable and unsure of himself. He wondered if he'd gotten the wrong idea about how this kind of thing goes, or if he misunderstood how rough Crowley intended to be, or, perhaps, if Crowley thought that letting him have a safe word was just that preposterous.
Quickly noticing how uncomfortable Sam was becoming, the King composed himself. His voice deepened again, taking on his usual determined but seductive tone. "Moose... My darling, darling Moose. You don't need a safe word, love, this isn't that kind of game," he walked over to the side of the bed, speaking as he did so. "Honestly, I think the people who do are a bit sick, but I'm the King of Hell so who am I to judge, eh?" He slipped his hand over Sam's. "No is no, stop is stop. If you really want me to cease what I'm doing," he paused, climbing onto the bed and straddling Sam. "You just need to say so," his hands ran over Moose's chest, Moose let out a pleased sigh. "I take no pleasure in violating your refusal. It's the yeses and the pleases that I'm into, love."
Sam was now a different kind of uncomfortable. He felt safe, and also secure that he wasn't being mocked, but this soft and caring Crowley felt strange and unnatural.
Crowley sighed internally. His playthings always got that look on their face when he showed basic human decency to them. He would just have to tease and abuse his Moose until he forgot all about this conversation. His withdrew his hands from his partner and his voice took on an edge again. "You didn't answer me before. Do you understand?"
He nodded, still feeling weird.
"Good." The King pulled his tie off entirely now. "Wrists together, arms up." His voice contained the authority used to command all of Hell. Sam complied without thought, and Crowley used his tie to bind Sam's wrists together and then to the top bar of the cheap motel headboard.
"But I like touching you..." It was a comment, not a complaint, his tone was clear.
"Oh, I know, darling. And you'll get to, I promise, but for right now I've got to be a little cruel. It's the only way you're going to give me what I want." He ran his thumbs over Sam's nipples as he gazed directly into his eyes.
Sam's arousal grew beyond what the physical touch warranted, although he wasn't entirely sure why. This was all very new and strange, and although it had never been a kink of his, he couldn't deny how good it felt to be restrained and utilized. Crowley's eye contact overwhelmed him, and Sam looked away in submission. "You don't have to tie me up, I'll give you anything you want, any time." He suddenly remembered his fantasy of selling his soul; his face and chest flushed.
Crowley raised an eyebrow. It seemed Sam's own head was doing at least half the work for him, though he hadn't the faintest what the Winchester was thinking. He guessed, hoping his predictions would be accurate enough that he would come off as highly intuitive. "Anything, Moose?"
Sam nodded. "Anything," he looked up at Crowley again, need and arousal slowly growing in his eyes.
Crowley began to rock on Sam's lap, introducing just enough friction to get Sam from half-hard to mostly-hard. Sam's breaths became quicker and heavier, but he did not flinch or allow his hips to respond in kind.
"Mmm, you like that, Moose? Does it make you remember the last time, when you had the privilege of me riding you?"
It hadn't, but it certainly did now. Sam swallowed and very slightly shuddered. "Y- yes," his voice hitched.
Crowley smirked, finally feeling in control of the situation again. "Yes, what?"
"Yes, my King." There it was, the first involuntary buck of his hips. He stilled himself immediately.
"Very good, Moose. It seems you remember how to play, after all." Crowley leaned in, his lips meeting Sam's. The two kissed while Crowley continued to rock on top of Sam. What was simple lip-locking soon became biting and licking and sucking as well. It was enough even to get the demon going. The realization that he was growing hard is what made him remember his task. Sam had something to say, and Crowley was going to make sure it was said. He pulled back, and ceased moving on Sam's lap.
Moose whined. It was a truly out of character noise for him to make, and he felt self-conscious because of it. Still, the sentiment remained. He didn't want Crowley to stop.
"You've had your reward. Now it's time to be a good boy for me again. If you do that, we can have more fun. Do you understand?"
Sam nodded and waited with bated breath for his next orders.
"Good. Now, I want you to tell me about your deepest, darkest fantasy. I'm betting that selling your soul to me and becoming my fucktoy isn't really the bottom of the barrel for you." Crowley wore a very subtle, very cocky smile.
It... kinda was, at least as far as sheer depravity goes. It wasn't, however, the fantasy he was currently most ashamed of. Sam's breathing became pensive as he imagined himself having to confess to Dean his affair with Crowley, and then a hypothetical affair with Castiel. He would choose Crowley every time.
Crowley was patient, he could see that Sam was really thinking and not simply refusing to answer. Finally, his wait was rewarded, sort of.
"I... I guess I've always wanted a threesome..." He could already see that Crowley was unimpressed. "With, uh, with two guys..." still not scandalous enough. Sam's lie would have to go deeper if he wanted to hide his desire for Castiel. Sam cleared his throat and tried his best to act as if his coming revelation had been weighing on him for ages. He had no idea what he was going to say, but words came out anyway. "With you... and Dean." Sam didn't even quite realize what he had said for a moment. As soon as he did, he was inwardly panicking and upset - 'why the hell would I say that? How fucked up is that? And how fucked up is it that I would rather lie about wanting to fuck my brother than be honest about wanting to make love to Castiel? And since when do I think things like 'make love'?'
Crowley was way too pleased to care what was going on in Sam's head. He wanted it to be true, he really did, but he knew it wasn't. If Sam wanted to dig this grave, he was welcome to it. He grinned, half amused and half shocked disbelief. "Fuck's sake, Moose, I mean I know everyone thinks you two are shagging but I never expected that you would actually want to indulge that. Have you broken the news to Dean? You know we can make that happen, don't you?"
Sam stiffened. "Wait, people actually think that?" he knew about the fan fiction, but did people they actually know think that way? He couldn't believe it.
"Oh, yeah, everyone. Most people just try to look past it on account of you being such upstanding gentleman."
Sam half-frowned. 'Upstanding gentleman'? Crowley was clearly teasing him.
The King of Hell laughed and readjusted on top of Sam. He wiggled his hips a bit, making sure he still had attention. "Really though? Dean? I can only imagine what's so bad you had to cover with that."
"Mmnf. There's nothing." Sam sighed, "I was covering for having nothing. I'm just a boring guy, honestly."
Crowley narrowed his eyes. He knew Sam was lying, and it was starting to irritate him. "Alright, Moose, if you insist. I'll just have to motivate you to come up with some new deep, dark desire, won't I?"
Sam really wasn't sure what the demon meant.
Leaning down, Crowley lightly kissed at crook of Sam's neck. "Get thinking, Moose." He bit down hard, sending a rush of pain with a small side of pleasure through Sam's body.
He cried out, and then began a myriad of attempts - most of which were kink buzzwords like "fireplay", "bloodplay", and "double penetration". They were all lies, and most importantly, they weren't what Crowley was looking for. Each wrong answer landed Sam a progressively worse punishment, from gradually increasing bites on his neck, to finally having Crowley's teeth come down harshly on his nipple. "Fuck! Fuck! Okay!" Sam cried out for mercy.
Crowley backed off, ready to give Winchester a little room to breathe now that he was going to be honest.
At the last second, Sam chickened out. "I..." he sighed, "I can't."
Well and truly angry now, the King of Hell grit his teeth and sat up, making himself just a bit taller than Sam. "You're making me upset, Moose," his voice was calm, but did nothing to conceal his building frustration. "We both know what you need to tell me, so just do it already."
Sam shook his head. Even he didn't know if his denial at this point was from an honest desire to conceal the truth, or if it was just to keep pushing Crowley's buttons.
The King practically exhaled fire. In an instant his eyes turned crimson and he reached out, grabbing a fistful of Sam's hair. Sam gave a startled and pained grunt, fear bolting through him. The demon pulled his head back roughly. "Confess!" his voice deep and loud and dangerous, each syllable drawn out. It made Sam cower and painfully hard at the same time. This was not a response he had ever had before. He could do nothing but oblige, the demon King's intimidation was too much for his will to handle.
"Castiel! I- I want Castiel." Tears had gathered to, but not fallen from, Sam's eyes due to a combination of pain, humiliation, and relief.
Crowley's grip loosened, his eyes returned to normal, and he half-smiled. Sam's demeanor lightened equally.
"Ah, finally. Good Moose. That wasn't so hard, was it?" Crowley began untying Sam's wrists. "I think you deserve your reward now."
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