He felt a breath catch in his throat. The door shook; he could feel the world moving around him. Whatever Crowley was doing in there was working. Soon Kevin was going to answer to Crowley for locking him in the bathroom. He wondered if he was going to regret this stunt.
He turned his chair around and stared at the door. The noise had stopped. The trembling had stopped as well. That was a bad sign.
He watched the doorknob twist, almost in slow motion. The King of Hell emerged from beyond the door, straightening his tie. He looked displeased.
"Kevin Tran," his deep voice rumbled, "What do you have to say for yourself?"
"Huh. There was a monster in my closet," he didn't really think about it as the phrase came from his mouth, but it came out all the same.
Crowley's frown faltered, "What did you just say?"
Kevin could've hit himself. It was just something that he had found funny. And here he was, in trouble about to make another wiseass joke, "You were in my closet. And now you've come out."
He heard Crowley click his tongue against his teeth, "Really? That's the best you've got? I say, 'Defend your actions' you go for the closet jokes? Really a cop out when it comes to comedy, and definitely not the fast track back to my good side."
Kevin sighed and swirled his chair to face his computer again, "You have a 'good side'? That's news to me."
Crowley clicked he tongue and roughly pulled the chair so the Kevin was once again facing him, "Running out of patience, love. Tick tock. Tick tock."
Kevin rolled his eyes, even though he was started to feel a little intimidated by the serious tone to Crowley's voice, "What exactly happens when the timer runs out?"
The demon's voice was low and dangerous. One simple word sent a chill down the young Prophet's spine, "Punishment."
He felt himself swallow involuntarily. He knew for a fact that punishment was something that Crowley prided himself on. He knew that Crowley was good at it. He had lived it, very briefly, and he didn't want any more of it.
That still didn't mean he would apologize. He wasn't that weak. He wasn't going to grovel to Crowley. Never. That didn't mean that he would do nothing to prevent this from happening. He knew that Crowley was one thing above everything else. A business man. He just needed to find a proper deal.
"Uh… " he gave a small amount of nervous laughter, "You want a back rub?"
His expression didn't change in the slightest, "Try again, darling."
Kevin took a deep breath and rolled up his sleeve, "Do you want to take some of my blood? You always said that you liked mine the best."
"It's always the cute ones. Are you trying to be my dealer? Offering the addict a hit? Sorry, sweetheart. I kicked that habit," while he was giving this little speech Crowley had placed a hand on both side of the arms of his chair and leaned in close. Kevin could feel the heat radiating off his body.
Kevin chewed on his lip a little, "Is that because you couldn't get a hold of the good stuff? I know you plan to keep me around, so you have a steady supply…"
"No sale," the demon said firmly. Kevin got the distinct impression that he should drop the subject. If Crowley really was off human blood, then he wasn't full of those complicated human emotions anymore. Meaning he was much more dangerous.
He couldn't think of anything else to offer. Well. Nothing he was willing to offer. He was sure that he could gain Crowley's favor, but there was no way he was going to lower himself to that level. No way. He'd rather take the torture.
That really left him in a pinch. He was staring down Crowley and it felt a lot like he was staring down the barrel of a gun when he looked into those eyes. He had actually done something to make him mad. He didn't think that this would cause such a reaction in the demon. He actually thought that the demon would take it in stride, and prank him in return at some point. He didn't expect him to get so furious.
"Time's up, Kev. Any last attempts or have you given up?" he could tell that Crowley knew he was stumped by both the phrasing and tone.
Kevin sighed, "Blank. I've got nothing," he muttered under his breath bitterly.
"Punishment it is," the way Crowley stood up slowly made Kevin uneasy. He was watching the demon closely, scanning for any signs of what he was about to do. Kevin finally understood what the phrase; 'You could cut the tension with a knife' was referring to.
Since he had been revived in hell, Crowley had never put a hand on him. He hadn't pushed him around. He had led him around in some ways. He had felt mostly like a pet that Crowley had taken home out of curiosity.
He had assumed that Crowley was still taking hits of human blood or had still felt the effects in some ways. He hadn't thought that the original Crowley would've wasted his time and energy bringing back Kevin for little to nothing to show for it.
As Crowley abruptly pulled him out of the chair and threw him onto the bed, Kevin wasn't sure. And he felt the fear that he had felt for Crowley that he had thought was extinguished, relight. He could feel himself starting to panic. As Crowley got closer, Kevin pulled himself up and started crawling away from the demon, nearing the headboard.
Kevin felt the breath catch in his throat as the demon grabbed a hold of his leg and pulled him back towards the foot of the bed. Had he been stupid for taking such a lax approach to Crowley? He knew the answer to that. Of course! Crowley was the King of Hell!
The young Prophet let out a rather embarrassing yelp. He felt a stinging sensation on his hindquarters. He looked back at the demon, confused.
Crowley sat at the foot of the bed, Kevin pulled halfway onto his lap. A smirk painted his charming face, "Darling, you've got to take your punishment," a loud smack resounded through the otherwise silent room, "Bad boys get spankings."
Kevin hated that he was relieved. He should be thrashing and cursing at the demon for being such a pervert, but he had to admit that he was glad that he got to keep all his fingers. He couldn't help but wince every time Crowley's hand came down on his ass. He swore that Crowley was going harder and harder with each spank.
He wanted to complain, but he now felt like he might be getting off easy. He winced again. If Crowley kept at it like this, he wasn't going to be able to sit comfortably for the next couple of days. He knew better than to bring that up.
Kevin bit his lip to keep from saying anything. That bastard! After he had finished on the last spank, his hand had obviously lingered to fondle his rear. Each slap left a tingling sensation. He was sure that his skin was red by now, though he'd rather not check.
He could feel the blood rush to his cheeks. He didn't even want to know what Crowley was thinking, even though he could probably guess. He wondered if Crowley actually had a number in mind, or if he was just going to continue until he lost interest. Kevin tried his hardest not to squirm even though he felt compelled to. He could hear the demon chuckling behind him.
He felt both embarrassed and attractive at the demon's constant attempts to sexualize him. And he hated that he kind of enjoyed it. He waited for the next impact. He had started breathing in coordination with the spankings, because he always inhaled at the impact. He scolded himself when he realized he had looked back at Crowley with a look of confusion on his face.
Crowley was sitting there, smiling. His hand hovered over Kevin's backside both a promise and a threat. A loud clap sounded through the room.
Kevin couldn't help but utter a simple, 'Ow' when the demon removed himself from underneath the prophet. He sighed. He could tell that Crowley was walking around the edge of the bed so that he could look at Kevin, face-to-face.
Crowley's tongue darted over his lips as if to moisten them. He leaned in closer to Kevin, giving a charming smile. He ran his fingers through the prophet's hair, almost lovingly.
"You're forgiven," he whispered, leaning in to give Kevin a chaste kiss.
A/N: Hrmm…. Should I have put a warning in for the spanking? I know it's not for everyone, but if I warned people about the spanking, then the scene wouldn't have been as surprising. Okay. Show of hands. Should I have put warning? Or was it better to keep it surprising?