Taste of Magic
Crowley hadn't been able to sense this man's power. Hadn't been able to see it or smell it. His gut, his survival instinct had told him that there was something but he couldn't tell what. But now, now he could taste it.
On the guy's lips he hadn't tasted anything but a hint of chocolate. But as the youth sighed against him, his lips parting slightly, the demon couldn't resist taking this just a little further. Tightening his hold, he slipped his tongue into the smaller man's mouth – where it was met by the taste of power, magic and Death.
He was bloody well right – this bloke was something more than human, more powerful perhaps even than himself.
And that might have given him pause, might have worried him just a tad, because Crowley was the sort of demon who took his own survival very seriously.
But this powerful being was just about slack in his grasp, sweetly pliant under the demon's hands, softly moaning against his lips – and Crowley just felt undeniably smug instead.
One of his hands lifted to, almost tenderly, hold the beauty's head. The other arm held on to the younger man with a powerful, merciless grip, as he delved deeper into the tempting taste of magic.
(Word Count: 211)
A.N.: Ok, so I cheated on the word-count for this one. Or should I say Crowley did... But then, he's a demon, right. So I suppose that should have been expected.
I may take another look at this later on and fix it up, to 200 words, but since I wanted to keep up with my daily drabbles. shrugs
Anyway, one more chapter and I'm through with this little experiment. For now :P
