Title: Letter From a Theif
Rating: M
Warnings: graphic (crappy) sex. spoilers ect.
Pairings: Mini Corwley/James
Summary: I got nothing
AN: My first attempted at guy on guy so wish me luck.

James was forced down onto the bed by the younger male. Crowley was kissing him once again, barely giving the Winchester a chance to catch his breath, that was just quick, heavy pants. His tight was nestled inbetween James' legs, rubbing him even harder, the pressure in his pants excustiatingly painful. James whimpered, begging, which only resulted his best friend smirking, his black glasses being lost somewhere in the kitchen when the heavy makeout session had begun hours ago, leaving no question when his red eyes lit up with pleasure.
Crowley couldn't help but just love seeing James a hot mess under him, begging to be fucked. Though he hadn't been laid in nearly 9 months, he had enough selfcontrol to tease the man beneith him. His mouth trailed down from James' tracing his jaw before trailing along the jugular, licking, kissing, and biting the skin above it. He felt the half angel shiver underneith him when he slightly broke skin. Crowley couldn't use many of his usual kinks (some of which people would never even think about using) because he knew what the male had been through before, and dispite usually being a one night stand person, he truly believed that he was, gods forbid he say it, in love with James.
The wolf ripped off James' shirt when it became an inconvienance, throwing it somewhere to his left before admiring his toned body. Then he sucked on the back ridge of the oppsing male's collarbone, bringing a black-purple bruise to the surface ere slightly biting down on the vanward ridge.
James let out a weak moan as he felt Crowley's sharp teeth indent onto his collarbone, not biting down with enough force to break skin though. Anon Crowley's mouth found its way to one of his nipples, teasing it with his tongue and a single fang, rewarding the Gallagher with a low moan and James smelling more and more like arousal. It was a good smell too.
"Please Crowley just fuck me," James begged as Crowley pressed his thigh down more.
Crowley grinned against James' abdomen, his razor sharp teeth grazing slowly over beautiful pale flesh. James shuddered at the feeling of hot breath against his skin, blood rushing down to his already painfully hard cock. The wolf stopped his downward decent, smirking again when he heard a pathetic whimper from his friend. Tht younger man scraped the senstive skin above the waist band of James' jeans before leaning up and kissing him, while undoing them. The half angel's jeans and boxers found their way to the floor, leaving him totally exposed.
James pulled Crowley's shirt over his head, sliently begging to have the other male inside him. The Native American just laughed as his shorts and his own boxers disappered. "You just want to be my little bitch don't you?" He hissed in James' ear, dragging his claws lightly down the Winchester's thigh. James nodded, bucking his hips up against Crowley's. He pinned his hips to the bed, looking at James with a quick warning glare.
Crowley flipped his lover over, admiring the finely chipped ass, just begging for him to fuck it. He wanted to, more than anything in the world, but he wasn't going to at that second. Insted he started licking James open, his tongue was already rediculously long, but added with the fact he had turned it into a wolf's, he managed to strangle a few moans from the older man before pulling out and manhandling James back onto his back. "Please Crowley. I want you inside me now," James begged. And the wolf was happy to oblige, slowly pushing into him, inch by inch, stopping when he heard a pain filled whimper. "Don't stop."
"Am I hurting you?" Crowley questioned, concerned.
James wrapped his legs around Crowley's waist, pushing himself down on Crowley's dick. "No," was the mangeled response he received. Crowley contined pushing into him, until he was fully sheathed with in the half angel. He growled softy, this felt so much better than he imaged, though he hated the fact someone had been with James like this before him.
"Move, damn it," James hissed. Crowley smirked slowly rocking back and forth, just torturing his friend. James would have started to ride him if it wasn't for the fact Crowley wasn't an idiot and kept his hips pinned. "Please."
Crowley decided to oblige, but stopped moving so he could say one thing that he hoped he never hear. "You better tell me if you want me to stop," he growled in James' ear. James pushed his hips down a little bit but Crowley wasn't taking that for an answer. "Well?"
The green eyed man pulled Crowley in for a kiss, which was the answer Crowley willingly accepted. He started to thrust into James, eyes growing brighter with lust with every moan, scream, and other sounds he coaxed out of him.
Crowley smirked, eyes filling with a glint of mischief that James didn't catch until after he felt a claw cut open the skin of his upper arm. It was one of Crowley's and the damn the kinky bastard, though James knew he was probably lucky he hadn't been handcuffed to the bed. He gave another moan when the wolf hit his prostate, while simultaneously dragging his claws along his collarbone and down his chest, leaving a red line behind. Then while James was arched against him he took the perfect opertunity to rub the base of James' wings. The resulted in them unfurling and James digging his nails into Crowley's back. The demigod's eyes flashed black for a second, the pain electing a low howl from him before he combed through the while and blue feathers of James' wings. Instictively (though it was he first time with a werewolf) James dug his nails into the base of Crowley's spine, making the wolf shudder violently as he hit that sweet spot again.
Crowley started to take on more canine features the closer he came to coming, thrusting into James hard and fast, with the drive of a wolf to fucking breed. Hades's grandson bit down on James' collarbone, whining at the force it took not to mark him. The closer they got the less control Crowley had, most now tattered. He bit down hard and swift, crushing the bone before releasing it. James let out something inbetween a scream and a moan or howl with Crowley marking him.
With a few more hard, uneven thrusts James' was sent into a violently hard orgasm, his body convusing so hard it shook Crowley as well, who, a second later, emptied his load inside of the half-angel with a triumpant howl.
When they came down Crowley pulled out gently, trying not to hurt the other too much. "That was... oh my... amazing dude," James breathed out. But Crowley wasn't done with him yet. He started to lick the come off of James' stomach, then trailing down, licking James' cock on his path.
The half angel gasped in surprize when Crowley spread his legs further apart and once again slid his tongue into James' entrace. He started fucking him with said appendage, James moaning as it brushed his prostate. God this kid had some kinks.
Crowley loved the taste of James' seed mixing with his as he fucked him with his mouth. It wasn't the first time the wolf had done this, infact it was an art, with both males and females. He didn't do it enough for them to come again (well guys at least) just enough to get them hard again. But gods the noises James was spewing out made Crowley want to take him again right there and then, not even finishing before reajusting and kissing James while pushing into him.
The bed never stopped creaking that night.