Deanmon/Lustiel #1
Deanmon looks up from the grand piano, his black eyes shining in the dimly lit bar. Reaching for the first blade, he grasps it tightly in his right hand and cuts a single, deep line into his left, savoring the pain. As he lowers the blade, he stares at the wound on his palm. From where he started the cut to where he ended it, the line closes and leaves no trace of it ever even existing.
The door opens and light floods into the bar. A man wearing a trench coat walks in. Deanmon doesn't even glance at the guy, who walks up to the bartender and asks for a drink. Why should he? He has almost no one to fear. Almost, no one.
Looking back down, Deanmon continues to tap the keys of the piano, trying to figure out the tune to one of Dean's old favorites.
Looking back up suddenly, blinking his black eyes away, Deanmon tosses a short pondering glance to the new comer in the bar. As he does, the man reaches up, and touches the forehead of the bartender, who instantly has bright lights erupt from his eyes and mouth. By this light Deanmon sees that the man in the trench coat is in fact, Castiel himself. Cas removes his hands and the bartender falls, dropping Cass' drink on to the coaster.
Picking up the drink, Cas finishes it in one solid swallow.
"Cas?" Deanmon calls out, thinking it odd that the angel would need a drink. And even though Deanmon isn't Dean, he still doesn't want to have kill Cas, it would let Sam know something was 'wrong' with Dean. No need to have a hunter on your tail.
Standing up from the bar, Cas pulls back the trench coat and put his hands in the pockets, looking slyly at Deanmon, he replies very clearly "guess again"
Grinning, Lucifer thinks back, he has Castiel in the corner of the cage, about to punch him to death, when he asks him, in true Lucifer fashion, "last words?" Surprising even him, Cas agrees to be Lucifer's vessel.
Lustiel stares at Deanmon, purpose in his eyes.
Extending his arms, Lustiel grins even wider, "I'm back baby"
Deanmon stands up and starts to step away, any angel was bad news for a demon, especially this angel.
"This could be a good thing, you know" Lustiel came to talk, and talk they shall, he takes a quite a few steps forward.
"Oh really," Deanmon pauses and turns around, and walks towards him, looking Lustiel in the eyes, "cause right now I'm doing everything I can not to come over there and rip your throat out. With my teeth." As Deanmon finishes the threat he leaves his mouth slightly open, as if he wanted to add more.
Lustiel takes a few more menacing steps forward, tilting his head to the left, "What are you talking about?"
"You know I'm not walking out that door, I'm just not" Deanmon is getting a little tired of talking with Lusteil, he takes just a few more steps closer to him, they are now about 1 foot apart "go ahead, make a move, see how it ends"
Lustiel throws the first punch, landing squarely in Deanmons jaw. Kneeing up he knocks him to the ground, and than kicks Deanmon in the stomach.
Blood pouring from Deanmon mouth, he knows he wouldn't be able to beat Lustiel hand to hand.
"Do it, and Sammy will be on your trail, right, away" he says, expecting to see a gleam of silver fall from the right sleeve of the coat, and feel his life end with a swift stab to the back.
"Oh, but he already is, he thinks I'm here just to kidnap his human brother..." Lustiel reaches down and knocks Deanmon out.
He picks him up, and takes Deanmon back to his base, tying him to a chair in a devils trap. Deanmon wakes up to Lustiel leaning against a wall in front of him.
As Deanmon stares at Lustiel, eyes turning black with rage, Lustiel replies by snarky saying "this is going to be soo much fun"
"So," Deanmon says, black eyes being blinked away as he stares at Lustiel, "which one of us is really the monster?"
Lustiel shoves himself off the wall and paces around Deanmon, who stares at his captor as he does so. He sees Lustiel pick up a knife and looks down at Deanmon, eyes burning with desire.
"I don't want this" Deanmon has had enough with these games.
"You sure about that?" Lustiel has never had such a strong aching before... He lashes out the mixed emotions by cutting Deanmon's right fore arm with the knife.
Grunting in pain, as the wound doesn't heal right away, Deanmon breaks out into a heavy sweat. Lustiel slices a few more times.
As he's about to slash again, he sees a little bit of fear in Deanmon's eyes. He puts the knife down, and mocks him.
"Aww," Lustiel grins at the sudden grimace that overcomes Deanmon, "you're scared of you master"
Lustiel walks into the devils trap and sits on the lap of the tied Deanmon. He scouts closer, legs on each side of him, and tilts Deanmon's head up with his hand, leaning in closer, breathing heavily. Deanmon stares at Lustiel, unable and not really wanting him to stop. He tries to shove the feeling away.
Lustiel stares into Deanmon's eyes, lust burning in both pairs, until Lustiel presses his lips against Deanmon's violently, wrapping his legs around the back of the chair, pulling him even closer into Deanmon's chest.
Lustiel keeps on kissing Deanmon forcefully, getting kissed back a little as well. He reaches up and rips Deanmon's jacket off and throws it behind him. He starts to go for his own before getting some teeth on his tounge,
Lustiel pulls back, staring into the black eyes of Deanmon, who quickly blinks them away. Sudden anger floods over Lustiel, as he jumps up and shoves the restrained Deanmon over, near the edge of the devils trap. As Lustiel walks out of the room, he hears a window break down the hall.
"Seems your brother can't leave good enough alone," Deanmon glares at Lustiel, who glances back before walking out of the room, "don't worry, he'll be leaving soon."
"Are you sure about that?" Deanmon asks, causing him to stop mid-stride, "if I know anything about Sam, which I do, he would have brought everything to contain you, all that he knows, is that you have me, nothing more"
Turning back to the heavily breathing Deanmon, Lustiel sees hatred, but not directed at him though.
"Do you, and I must be wrong, do you wish to kill your brother?" Lustiel grins hopefully at the sweaty being on the floor.
"He's not my brother," Deanmon's eyes snap black, than back to normal, "I'll tell him you tried an ancient spell to turn me, and that he arrived just in time to save me"
"And than what, you kill me before turning on him? Look at the risk I'm taking!" Lustiel didn't want to lose this chance, to see the Winchesters fight amongst them selves, to get pay back at Sam, to lose a strong alley.
"But look at what you could gain," Deanmon's voice filled with determination was cut off by a single 'dean?' echoing though the halls.
"Dean?!" Sam's voice grew closer, answered by a single "Sammy!" Sam turned and ran towards it, continuing to yell his brothers name.
"DEAN!?"