A/N: Hey guys, sorry it took so long for the upload, I've just started a new job so I've been exhausted. I'm also struggling to write just a chapter without cramming my entire story in. This chapter is a little more smut but it's starting to build my plot up. Also I've chucked in a little Destiel fluff because I just couldn't resist. The incantation is the one used in the show copies from the SPN wikia, so I totally deserve points for accuracy. Anyway enjoy, rate and review :)
Sam came home three days later and within hours he was craving the demon's touch. While Castiel was happy to see him as always, Dean noticed there was something not quite right with his baby brother; he was easily irritated, wasn't eating and seemed distant. At first he was worried Sam had lost his soul again but Cas put his mind to rest.
"Are you sure he's not soulless, Cas? Like really sure, 'cause I can't go through that again." Dean paced around the room he shared with his boyfriend, kicking aside the duffel he had ready to go in case a job came up. He looked to the angel, sprawled across their memory foam mattress ("IT REMEMBERS US CAS!") completely unperturbed by the situation.
"Yes Dean, please stop worrying. I think he just has other things on his mind. I know he misses Amelia very much." The angel pulled Dean to his side and cuddled into him, feeling the hunter relax at his touch. While normally he would just reach into Sam's mind and find out what was bothering the younger man, since he had become romantically involved with Dean he was learning more about human behaviour and now considered it an invasion of privacy. He figured he should distract his lover and pulled his lips to the brunets. Dean smiled against Cas' mouth and responded to the kiss with enthusiasm.
As the muffled sound of a headboard bouncing on a wall drifted through The Bunker to where Sam was sat in the kitchen, the younger Winchester drained his third cup of coffee that hour. He hadn't been able to sleep since that night with Crowley and he was torn between wanting to do it again and self hatred. Abandoning the coffee for some of his brother's 'secret' bottle of Scotch, he tried to reason why wanting more was such a bad thing. Well it IS Crowley, his inner voice told him, and not only is he a douchenozzle, he's also the King of Hell who is trying to find Kevin and the second half of the god damn Demon Tablet! Hammering back the liquor, he had almost made up his mind to forget his encounter had ever happened and find a blonde chippie in a bar to vent his frustrations out on sexually when he heard the scream of pleasure Castiel let out. Snatching up his summoning kit, he stormed out of the Bunker and into the surrounding woods.
Sam set up the ritual to summon Crowley with practised precision. Stepping back he sliced his palm with the demon killing knife and squeezed his blood into the bowl set upon a tree stump. "...Et ad congregandum...eos coram me." He hated himself for saying the incantation but threw the match onto the spell anyway. The flare of light died away but Sam looked around and saw he was still alone. Fury overtook him and he swiped the ritual from the stump with a scream. He gasped for breath trying to control himself, when the seductive purr came from behind him.
"Temper temper Moose. Looks like you need an outlet." He turned to see the King of Hell stood behind him. Relief and lust flowed through the hunter as he took in the smaller man, dressed resplendently in a navy three piece suit. Sam shook himself. Why was he admiring what Crowley was wearing?
"Because I was a tailor, and I know how to look at my best. And you wonder why I call you Moose." In other circumstances the sass the demon always spoke with would have made Sam want to shoot him, but now he revelled in the sound. Sam's blue eyes took in every inch of Crowley, and that didn't escape the demon's notice.
"I don't think so Gigantor. Like I said, one time deal. I know I'm irresistible but that's no excuse for summoning me in the middle of my massage time." The demon looked smug; he had Sam Winchester in the palm of his hand and since they had an angel on their side, this was some serious leverage. "Gonna have to love you and leave you I'm afraid, Sammy boy." A moment passed and Crowley hadn't moved. Looking down, he moved some leaves with his foot to reveal a Devil's Trap in green paint. Now it was the green eyed man's turn to be overcome with rage. "You think you can blackmail me into SEX WITH YOU?! Who the hell do you think you are?"
"The man who will only set you free if you let me fuck you again." Sam's smile was tight as he felt himself harden against his jeans again. He rubbed his crotch and unbuttoned the jeans, secretly thrilled when Crowley couldn't help but lick his lips as he watched. "You want me in you again, don't you demon?" He pulled out his erection and stroked it slowly. As the woods filled with the sweet scent of pine as it began to rain, Crowley sank to his knees and opened his mouth submissively. In three strides Sam crossed the distance between them and forced his cock to the back of the demon's mouth. The thrusts only lasted minutes as Crowley sucked like a pro and the hunter didn't want to come too quickly. Pulling out, he viciously pulled out and pushed his lover onto his hands, ripping the slacks and thrusting deep into Crowley's ass.
The sex was brutal and they both needed it that way. They screamed their pleasure as Crowley gripped Sam like a vice every time the taller man hit his prostate. They came at the same time, the hunter filling the demon and the demon in turn covering the undergrowth. They separated, shame filling them both at how much they enjoyed the act and Sam broke the Devil's Trap in silence. He turned to the demon who held up his hand.
"I'll come if you call. You know, on my phone. There's no need to summon me because you can actually fuck pretty well and I enjoy it. But you tell nobody and if you rip one of my suits again I will flay you alive." Crowley disappeared and Sam headed back to The Bunker, the buzz in his veins reminding him of how demon blood got him juiced. That should have worried him but as he relaxed into his first genuine smile in days, he ignored any alarm in his mind.