The rain poured down, soaking him. He kept running though, tearing through the woods. He looked over his shoulder. It was still after him. Faster and faster he kept going. Something appeared in front of him and he fell to the ground. They approached him from both sides. He fought to get free but he couldn't. There was a flutter of wings. Everything went black.

Chapter One:

Needy

Crowley was chained to the chair in that damn room again. The collar around his neck. He felt like a caged animal, sitting in the dark, unable to even move around. He was bored and the cravings for blood were getting worse. He yawned lazily, cursing the Winchesters. His mind started to wander. Him and Moose, together in a big bed. He longed for his touch. The blood rushed to his groin, and he wished he could reach down and touch it, but the chains weren't long enough. He sat there, pulling on the links to get free. If only he could get one hand free. He continued to pull against the chains. He stopped when he heard the door open. Moose strolled in, his tall form merely a silhouette in the dark.

"Crowley what are you doing in here? It sounds like you're breaking down the walls, which you can't but still." Moose said, stepping closer.

"Let one of my hands free please, Moose? I can't do anything in here, I'm powerless. Please." Crowley pleaded with the younger Winchester. His eyes were dilated, he was breathing a little heavier.. Having the person of his dreams in the room didn't really help either. He wanted him so bad. He wanted to take him, right then and there. Moose stared at Crowley,

"Why do you need a hand for-" His voice trailed off, his eyes worked their way down Crowley's body, stopping at his crotch. There was a rather large bump there. Moose looked back up at Crowley, making eye contact with him. Lust burned in Crowley's brown eyes. He looked Moose over, trailing down his body, like he was undressing him with his eyes. Moose shifted uncomfortably, getting a little turned on. He unlocked one of Crowley's wrists. Crowley grabbed his wrist, pulling him down. He kissed him hard, passionately. Moose only fought it for a second before giving in. He kissed him back. They sat there kissing for a good ten minutes before Moose stood up. He unlocked Crowley's other wrist then put the key on the bookshelf before closing the 'bookshelf door' to give them more privacy. Sam walked back over to the King of Hell, grabbing the chain hooked to Crowley's collar. "You're my bitch now, Crowley." Moose growled, looming over the demon. He bent down and kissed him hard, pulling on the chain. Crowley choked a little bit, kissing Moose back. Moose reached between Crowley's legs, rubbing the hard bump there. Crowley moaned, his back arching a little. Moose pulled on the chain again. "Be quiet and sit still, Bitch." He snarled, biting the demon's lip. Crowley whimpered, at the mercy of his master. Moose took off the layers of shirts he was wearing, the anti-possession tattoo bold on his bronzed skin. Crowley watched shifting awkwardly. He was so turned on. In all honesty, Crowley was submissive. He never let it show but it was true, he was. He liked to be dominated. That's what drew him to Moose; and the hair.. But that was besides the point. Crowley's eyes followed Moose's hands, watching and waiting. Moose undid his belt next, letting it slip onto the ground already forgotten. He unbuttoned his pants, leaving them up though. His red boxers kept Crowley's attention until he felt the tug of the collar around his neck. His head snapped up, eyes meeting Sam's.

"Sam.." He whimpered, causing him to be choked more. Moose pulled crowley up, making him stand. Crowley felt so short standing next to Moose. He felt his shirt being unbuttoned, his face reddened, and he whimpered again. Sam undressed him. He began to stroke his hard cock, making him moan. Sam grinned and kissed Crowley hard. Sam's pants were sagging, clinging onto his firm ass. Crowley dug his nails down Sam's back, causing Sam to gasp and moan a little. They started kissing harder, Sam's tongue was inside Crowley's mouth. Someone coughed in the background. They both looked up to see Lucifer. His pants were riding his hips perfectly, his black shirt fitted tight against his chest. He grinned.

"Excuse me loves, may I join?" He said seductively. Sam nodded quickly, eager to be Lucifer's pet.