Title: Selfish

Category: Harry/Crowley

Warnings: Minor Slash, mention torture

Summary: He just wanted to be selfish once in his life.

He stares at the demon in front of him and tries not to fidget nervously. He is a grown man, but the sight of the middle age demon with hazel eyes reduce the savior of the wizardly world to the teen years he had abhorred so fiercely.

"So you wish to make a deal hmm, what is worth it to a soul so sought out both by heaven and hell. Money shouldn't be a problem and neither should power. No, something tells me your more interested sacrificing yourself for some great purpose." the demon waves his hand around and harry can't help but flinch at the statement being so far from the truth.

The young adult close's emerald eyes and curse his loving relatives to hades for his height. The picture of his parents portrayed two tall figure's with handsome feature's, but harry was petite and willowy. His hair was black and wild like a long lion's mane and he wore fake rectangular glasses to give his effeminate face a more distinguished look. Even this demon gave him a strange look when he spoke in such a deep baritone voice.

"So the deal darling will state that in ten years your soul will be mine. I would sugar coat the finer details and such, but you look the type to not give one fig when my little beauties come to collect that pretty soul of yours. You human's, so easily predictable..."

"No, that's not what I want." interrupted harry as the demon begin to monologue. They have been standing there for about ten minutes and frankly the wizard was freezing his balls off. The demon narrow his eyes at him and harry tries to gather that infamous Gryffindor courage and not take a step back. He has come out in the middle of nowhere on the myth from a book with a purpose and he wants to see it through.

"I want to hurt someone...make them feel pain like she made others feel. I want you to help me do this and then you can take my soul right then and there. I won't need it anymore." He whispers and sees shock briefly flash across the demon's face before the a more considerate look take over.

"My, my I don't see many people that able to surprise me in my line of work, not if you want to stay alive that is, but I have to say this is quite the deal your proposing." He looks harry up and down slowing, trying to assess something.

"Alright love, it's a deal. I give you and I quality time with the witch and that soul rides along with me when the fun is over." Harry smiles brightly at the demon and hold his hand out to seal the deal, but the demon tuts and swats his hand away like a fly.

"No, handshakes are all well and good, but to sign the dotted line on this contract I'll need a kiss, darling." the wizard eyes widen in surprise, not seeing any of this in the book he read and the demon give him a smug look. He isn't bad looking, in fact he's bloody handsome and harry has been attracted to men like this for years. He wants so badly to make Bellatrix pay too and a kiss was well wroth the effect, I mean hell he was selling his soul to see her suffer.

Harry steps up to the demon and is pulled in close by having arms wrap tightly around his waist. The wizard inches to where their chest to chest and then he feels soft lips caress his own. It's light at first, but then it turns more passionate and he wraps his arms around the demons neck. Before he knows it, he's being pick up, so he wraps his legs around the demon's hips and moves his mouth open, so husky moans are produce out of Harry's mouth. He hasn't been kiss like this in a long time and being taken with a power and heat arouse's the abstinent wizard more then he will have like to admit. It cools down slowly since the need to breath is still a factor and harry leans back with one finally peck on the lips. Hazel eyes stare at him with lust and he is almost tempted to continue.

"Name's Crowley and your coming with me when this is all over." whispers the demon, which he now know is name Crowley. Harry nods with half-lidded eyes, playing lightly with the brown hair and grinding his hips in a comfortable motion. Crowley smirks at him and flash away. It has been a good day's work with torture, a soul, and a anew lover to posse and own.