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You'd had a huge argument with your brothers, Sam and Dean Winchester. You and the King of Hell.. well, you've been secretly hooking up, which is sort of what elicited the whole fight in the first place. You had been acting suspiciously, and your brothers were demanding you for answers. You needed an escape, and Crowley was more than happy to offer it.. especially since it gave him more of an excuse to see you without having to sneak into the bunker.
The problem is, you're contained within the four walls of his private chambers. You're the dirty secret he's afraid may ruin his reputation as the ruler of all of Hell. You understand, of course you do.. a human and a demon? It's majorly frowned upon, in the eyes of both of your worlds. But at the same time, you're frustrated with the imprisonment. Most of all, you're bored.
Crowley has given you direct orders to stay put whilst he works in the throne room, but after one singular day, you grow restless. His demons may scurry into action at every barked command of his, but not you. You've never been one to do what you're told, and actually.. that's part of the reason why he fell for you.
The door to the room creaks as you pull it open tentatively, and peek out to survey the area outside to check if the coast is clear. You close the door behind you with a click, and before you know it, you're roaming the halls of Hell like you own the whole damn place.
Act like a demon, think like a demon, you say in your head as you strut down the winding paths. Confidence is key.
It's not long until you come across a gaggle of demons, leaning against a grey skeleton cobbled wall. What appears to be the vessels of two males and a woman lean against it, dressed in punk-style clothing with hair either slicked back from their faces or sticking up on its end.
"What's a-hanging, guys?" you ask when you approach, and it's not until the words leave you that you realise you're acting unnatural and completely unconfident. The opposite of what you're trying to exude. This is harder than you thought, pretending to be a demon. "Uhh.. collected any souls, lately?"
The demons exchange looks, unreadable expressions clouding their faces.. until they all burst out laughing in unison.
"Oh, that's funny." one of the male demons says with an amused shake of his head.
"Yeah, I'm going to use that one on Leonard when I next see him," the other male demon guffaws. "His face will be priceless."
You relax, a nervous laugh escaping you whilst you internally celebrate the fact that you've successfully blended in amongst them.
"Don't think I've seen you around these parts," the woman gestures to you. "Crossroads?"
"Uh, yeah," you settle into your part. "That's right. I don't normally come down here.. but King's orders, y'know?"
"Oh, we know," the male demon with spiked blonde hair rolls his eyes. "He's been particularly testy lately."
"Right?" the other male demon agrees, exasperated.
"I heard he has a lover," the female demon raises her eyebrows knowingly. "That's probably what's making him so soft and sensitive."
"A lover?" you repeat.
"An angel, is what the others are saying." the female continues to gossip, an intrigued glint in her eye. "A dalliance he entertained long ago. Her name is Naomi, I think."
Your brows furrow at the news. Naomi? You have never heard of this.. Naomi. Is Crowley playing you?
You try to dampen the ache in your heart with logic. Of course he's playing you. It's in his nature to stray.. of course his vermillion misted eyes would eventually wander, he's a demon after all. Whatever is going on between you and Crowley.. it was never meant to last.
"You ever had one?" the blonde spiky haired demon asks you with a smirk, snapping you out of your deep thought.
"Me?" you blink. "Had what?"
"A lover," he steps forward toward you. "It's not beneath us, you know."
The two remaining demon vessels exchange amused glances, before shuffling a short distance away and talk amongst themselves. The one that stands in front of you inches closer, his smirk widening.
"Uhh, n-no." you lie. "I can't say that I have. I've been too busy.. harbouring souls and whatnot."
"You're funny.. I like that." the demon chuckles, his teeth baring. He is the demon that had laughed particularly hard at your 'joke' before, and it seems to have enamoured him. "Unheard of, in our line of work. It's refreshing."
The demon urges you closer with a tug of your hip. With your body pressed up against his, his hand slides down daringly close to your ass, squeezing as it goes. You sigh contently, rolling your hips into him to further feel the growing bulge tucked beneath his leather pants.
If Crowley can liaise with others, then so can you. You won't allow for your heart to be shattered.. you knew the type he was from the onset. And now that you're in Hell, you may as well take advantage of the fun that's presented itself in result of your exploring.
When you close the distance between you and the demon, the kisses you share are devouring and almost.. resentful. It's like you're trying to kiss away the pain in your chest by smothering it with desiring sensation.
Naomi.
You bite, and it's taken as keen enthusiasm. The demon chuckles against your lips as you conduct such violence with the use of your mouth. He responds with his own fervour, spurring you backward against the uneven wall. His fingers slide down your stomach and dip beneath the waistband of your undergarments, inching closer to where you need the touch. So you can forget the thought of Crowley, your Crowley, with someone else other than you..
"Orcus," a hum echoes from a little further down the hallway.
You peel your lips away from the demon, Orcus, and turn to see Crowley watching, with his hands plunged into his black suit jacket's pockets. His glare is dangerously unfamiliar as he approaches with slow steps that reverberate beneath his feet like a subtle warning. By this point, the other demons that had been with you previously have made themselves scarce.
"My l-liege," Orcus stammers as Crowley halts before you both.
"Hands," Crowley says with a low threatening thrum, his eyes dipping to where Orcus holds you against him.
Orcus immediately loosens his grip, taking a generous step back, the palms of his hands showing in surrender. "I-I'm sorry, my King. I forget the rules, n-no conversing in the halls-"
"Forget the rules," Crowley murmurs perilously. "Slacking off is one thing. This, well.. this is another."
A silver knifes drops from Crowley's sleeve into the palm of his hand, before he lunges toward Orcus, stabbing it deep into his heart.
"She is not yours to touch." Crowley hisses lowly by his ear, his wrist twisting the knife to contort the demons insides. Orcus gurgles, his mouth drooping open with a mixture of shock and pain. Crowley eventually withdraws the knife, and Orcus's lifeless body slumps against his.
Crowley struggles to contain the simmering anger that lingers beneath his skin. Why does he still feel the twinge of jealousy and betrayal in his chest? Why didn't the kill feel satisfying, like it should have upon first thrust of the blade?
Before Crowley could stop himself, his rage bursts out recklessly, and he plunges the knife into Orcus' inanimate vessel several times over with violent ardour. His face is twisted in unadulterated fury and his brows are heavily creased.
"She.. belongs.. to.. ME!" Crowley growls, heavy grunts escaping from his mouth with each shove of the sharp edge, crimson clouding the whites of his eyes.
When Orcus' body thumps to the floor, Crowley's blood soaked suit is revealed, and he stares expressionless at the carcass as he tucks his blood sheathed knife away.
You stare too, half in dismay and half in awe. The King of Hell himself, usually so calm and suave, just lost his shit before your very eyes. Over you, no less.
"What part of stay put didn't you understand?" he doesn't look at you yet. He can't.
"Crowley-"
"Don't," he responds gruffly. "Don't you dare. No excuses, I tell you to stay, you stay."
"Couped up in that room, for weeks on end?" you laugh in disbelief. "I don't want to be your secret, Crowley. I didn't sign up for that."
"This is about your safety." Crowley eventually lifts his head to meet your eyes.
"Safety," you repeat with a scoff. "I'm a hunter."
"You are living in Hell," Crowley exclaims angrily. "It is a death wish, without my protection."
"He didn't need to die." you gesture to the corpse on the ground before you both.
"Didn't he?" Crowley scorns. "That fuck's hands were all over you."
"That shouldn't matter." you respond dismissively.
"He could have killed you."
"Did it look like he was trying to kill me?" you retort smugly.
Crowley's chest heaves up and down with indignation, and there is a beat of silence before he speaks again through gritted teeth. "Fishing for my attention like a darn school girl, how gauche."
"Why would I want to, when your attention's elsewhere?" you fire back, a lump forming in your throat as the name you have been trying to forget arises once again.
"What?" Crowley punches out, his face screwing up in confusion.
"Naomi," your voice cracks as you say the name that repeats in your mind like an unwelcome echo. "Ring any bells?"
Crowley pauses, before giving you a disdainful look. "That was centuries ago. Hell, it feels like a millennia to me. Ancient history."
"Then why are your demons gossiping about it?" you snap.
"They were?" Crowley tilts his head and swears beneath his breath in a language long forgotten. "Those foolish imps and their Chinese whispers."
The tension in your shoulders begins to relax. "So, you are saying it's not true?"
"Of course it's not true, poppet." Crowley lets out a weary sigh. "They like to speculate and ruminate on my past.. exploits."
"Oh," you mumble with resignation.
Crowley brings his thumb to his forefinger and snaps effortlessly, the blood from his suit disappearing. "Come here, love."
You can't help but sink into damnation's arms for reassurance, and the relief that washes over you is immense. You nuzzle your face into the warm crook of his neck, the sensation of his stubble scratching at your skin feeling like an added comfort. Crowley's strokes your back affectionately, pressing you closer to him so he can breath in your addictive scent.
Crowley lifts your chin with the base of his thumb, encouraging you to look at him.
"You're the only one," he murmurs. "The only one that I want."
Your eyes flicker between his for a short moment, before your lips meet in a deliciously lingering kiss, one that allows you to taste every inch of his mouth. You've had your moments of need and desperation with Crowley, but this..
It's tenderness. It's love. It's everything.