He ringed the door-bell – which he didn't usually do, since he preferred just "pop" in, but this time it felt like a decent thing to do – and smirked as his hunter opened, squinting at him grumpily.
"Oh, Bobby! Such a sight you are", Fergus greeted. "I see that Squirrel and Moose didn't get you locked up in the closest mental hospital's security ward…"
"Well they certainly were ready to do that, you asshole", Bobby grumbled, making Fergus smirk even wider.
"Oh, I just came and you're already talking about my butt", he said with a lewd voice as he squeezed himself in.
Bobby sighed, but moved aside to make Fergus more room. Clearly he had learned by now that the demon just couldn't help being a cheeky bastard.
"Did you really have to shock the boys like that?" he asked.
"Oh, don't be silly, darling", Fergus said airily. "How did you explain that little encounter, anyway?"
Bobby shrugged. "I told them that I summoned you here to ask couple questions, and then opened the demon trap to release you and then you kissed me out of spite."
"Oh, I'm certain I looked really spiteful when we we're at it", Fergus pointed out, pursing his lips in to a pout.
"Well, they had their doubts, too, but since Castiel could confirm that I hadn't sold you my soul or made any other deals… They weren't exactly happy with the situation, but I told them to let it rest."
"Pardon me being skeptical here, but when ever have Winchesters let anything to rest?"
Bobby scowled. "Okay, so I spent whole day explaining them that I haven't gone senile and I can take care of my own business."
"So I'm your business, am I now?" Fergus said playfully. He smirked as Bobby sighed and started to rub his forehead.
There was something special in the way that he could play around with the old hunter. He couldn't do it with his demons – he was their king, they had no right to show frustration or exasperation towards him – and Winchesters could stand him playing around only so far, and they they became aggressive. Castiel was totally different case, and his reactions could be delightful, but only because he took his comments too seriously, if he even understood them in the first place. Aziraphale, like Cas, often missed the point, and as his reproaching impression was stuff from the nightmares, Fergus knew to not try his luck with the angel.
As for his father, he gave as good as he got, and as much as it was nice to have someone like that around, he still preferred it more if it was the two of them against someone else than just he against him.
Bobby, instead… Bobby seemed to understand when Fergus was playing bastard just the sake of it, and didn't get too worked up because of it. Oh, he could grumble and frown and maybe call him on few names, but he never threatened to use Holy water on him or lock him inside the demon trap if he got too annoying. In few cases, when Fergus had gone way over his head, he had just left the house to do some work on the yard, maybe fixing his cars, until he had his temper under the control again.
It's like he's treating me as if I was a human, Fergus pondered. The thought made him feel little stunned, and he smiled almost fondly at Bobby as he said, "But at least they must have believed you, since I haven't yet been summoned by angry Winchesters to be questioned about corrupting their dear old papa." As Bobby scowled, he hurried to continue, "Oh, don't bother to argue me here, love: they do see you as their father figure. And why not? You would have been a perfect father to someone."
Bobby snorted. "Yeah, because drunkards always make good daddies."
Fergus frowned. "You aren't drunkard. And besides", he added, trying to sound indifferent, "You couldn't possible have been worse than I was. I mean, I beat my son, I belittled him, I quite frankly told him that I hated him and hoped that he'd never been born." He shrugged. "What I can say? I had lousy childhood."
Bobby looked at him with storm in his eyes. "Which makes it kinda clear that people with messed up parents should never had kids on their own, because they will just treat them just us badly as they were treated."
"Hey, at least I never tried to sell him away!" Fergus exclaimed, feeling offended – or was it guiltiness…?
Bobby seemed little taken aback by that. "…Sell away?"
Internally cursing himself for revealing too much, Fergus smiled, apparently unconcernedly, and shrugged his shoulders. "She wanted three pigs in change. Three, can you believe it? She should had asked at least five… Damn, I was pretty child, and could juggle…"
"How old were you?" Bobby asked, and for a moment, Fergus almost hated him for the sympathy on his voice. But only almost.
"Who cares? It was long time ago."
"I see." And Fergus knew that Bobby indeed did see, many things that the demon would liked to keep hidden. "No wonder you're such an asshole, then."
"Why, thank you", Fergus sais, and as he still thought that there was too much of what seemed to be pity in the hunter's eyes, he continued, "And all things considering, even if I happened to have a lousy mother, I think that my father certainly makes it up, don't you think?"
Bobby hummed. It was painfully clear that there was lots of things he wanted to ask about, but he didn't, and Fergus felt like he could kiss him for it.
And so he did.
He had kissed Bobby earlier – that one kiss to seal the deal, when Bobby had used tongue even if he didn't have to (and which Fergus still had photo of) – many playful kisses on Bobby's cheek which the hunter had always quickly wiped off – and, of course, the kiss from few days back, which Winchester had seen. This kiss, thought, was different, since Fergus wasn't playing games or fooling around. This was about of… gratefulness. Of appreciation. Of something that was growing up in the pit of Fergus' stomach, or maybe in his chest, and which couldn't be what it felt like since he was a demon, dammit!
Like last time, Bobby again took moment to realize what was happening, and then, just like last time, he started to answer it. And as they weren't interrupted this time, they only broke apart when Bobby needed to breathe.
"What was that for?" Bobby asked breathily. His face was red, but he didn't look horribly embarrassed or disgusted by himself, which Fergus was relived about.
Now there was millions of ways Fergus could have answered to that, some of them snarky, others disturbingly genuine. "What you want it to be?" was what he said, and he wasn't all that sure of in which category that belonged to.
Bobby shook his head. "Never one for straight answers, are you?" he grouched, but his voice was gentle, and just as gentle was his touch as he lifted Fergus chin and initiated another kiss between them.
This was first time the hunter took a lead, and Fergus felt little stunned by it. Oh, so this is how it feels like, he thought, before closing his eyes and surrendering to the odd, warm feeling, growing rapidly inside him.
At some point they had started to become more touchy-feely with each other; nothing obscene, mind you, just few innocent caresses – very vanilla, Fergus would had commented, if his lips and tongue weren't been too busy at the moment. But when Fergus' hand on Bobby's stomach started to sidle downwards, he was abruptly stopped. Little taken aback and maybe even offended, Fergus opened his eyes to glare at the hunter, but stopped after seeing his rather flustered and agitated look.
"Oh. Too soon?" he guessed.
Bobby nodded. "Too soon." He was clearly trying to gather his bearings.
"…I see", Fergus admitted, berating himself for feeling forlorn by that. So the hunter doesn't want to rock your bones, big deal! But as he started to pull away, Bobby instantly hugged him closer, baffling Fergus by his actions.
"Now hold your horses! I didn't mean that I don't… want to or something", Bobby said and, judged by blush, made his embarrassment increased rapidly. "I just… I need some time to sort things out, okay? I have never even thought that I could feel – attraction – towards another man… who, on top of that, just happens to be a demon, for god's sake! So… can we just take things slower? Please", he added, as Fergus just stared at him.
If you want to go any slower, you should had just stayed in coma back then, Fergus' brains commented smartly, but he hardly paid any attention to his rational mind since the other voice – which didn't came from his heart, he was a demon, he didn't have one, dammit! – begged him to be patient, hasn't it been so nice to spent time with him, are you just going to throw it all away because of something as trivial as sex? Disturbingly, it sounded little bit like Aziraphale. Seriously - Is he's my Jiminy Cricket, now?
Chasing all those voices away, Fergus sighed and tilted his head a bit. The look he gave to Bobby was little challenging. "And how are you going to maintain my interest for time being? Don't get me wrong, Bobby, I enjoy your company, but if it takes you too long I might just have to look my entertainments elsewhere…"
To answer for that, Bobby smirked at him – in a quite predatory way, which made pleasurable shivers rush down along Fergus' spine – and said, "I'll figure out something." And as they kissed again, Fergus thought that maybe it wouldn't be too much of stretch to wait some more… After all, Bobby was pleasant company…
… And any man who could kiss like that should be worth of waiting for!
