Characters are not mine- A story request from my Tumblr- (Also, I saw the prompts in the reviews! I'll get to them right away! ^^)
Anon: Hey, sorry bother you my lord, (X3) but here I just think about a Prompt: Crowley and Bobby were on a hunt together, and Crowley was hit in the shoulder, then Bobby helps with the wounds, the first time he sees the tattoos on the body of Crowley, showing his reaction, I think it would be interesting.
Fair Warning: Somewhat nsfw [Like it's nothing, really, don't get too excited.] but nothing too extreme.
"I'm fine, Robert-" Crowley hissed, "It's merely a flesh wound-"
"You're bleedin' to all hell, Crowley, shut up." The elder hunter growled, "Tryin' to kill yourself was what you were tryin' to do out there, what the hell were you thinkin'?" Bobby pressed a firm hand against the demons arm as blood was pouring from the wound at a surprising rate.
"I'll heal-"
"With all the muscle in the wrong place!" Bobby snapped, "You demons can rearrange your damn bones, but so help me an organ is out of line-" Bobby huffed, placing the demon carefully onto the couch.
Crowley had been pestering and pestering Bobby to help him on a hunt; hell was moving relatively slowly for the past few months and Crowley had been dying to get his hands dirty, to get up and do something. After a while, Bobby finally had enough of it, and found a run-of-the-mill type job that he could safely have Crowley tag along with. Nobodies lives would have been in danger or targeted during this, and it should have been relatively straight forward.
A Wendigo up in Illinois, from what it looked like, with a few mysterious deaths around surrounding the small town it's been terrorizing. Bobby's dealt with a great deal of Wendigos before, and it should have been a lot easier than it was, and Crowley seemed really excited when he found out that they could hunt together; he even sat in the truck with the hunter as Bobby drove to the town. Crowley knew it'd take a day or two for Bobby to get from one place to another, and Bobby refused any 'quick transport' the demon would have to offer, so instead, they took the long route.
It had been pretty straight forward for the most part, and when they tracked down the Wendigo it was done and over with after an hour and they were ready to pack up and go. Crowley had been a bit disappointed that he didn't get to show the creature what for when they heard a distinct growling a little bit off.
That's when things began going downhill.
Evidently, there had been a whole nest of Wendigos underground, not just the one, and it was a damn near shock how that town was even still standing. Bobby had always been lead to believe that Wendigos hunted by themselves, but to find this pack? Needless to say, Bobby didn't have enough Molotov's or gasoline to take the entire group out, and was trying to think of some way he could potentially cause the entire cave to collapse; at least the entrance when he turned to look a Crowley who was gone.
Bobby's head had snapped over to look inside the cave when he began hearing an echo of conjoined screaming. Cursing vividly under his breath as he ran inside, making short work of trying to locate the screaming. The cave was a maze, and it took longer than he had anticipated to locate the demon, surrounded by dead and charred bodies of the exact creature they came to hunt. One by one they were dropping like flies and some of them were scattered and skulking around in the dark corners in the room.
Bobby had saw it coming, had shouted out to a rather distracted demon; the charging Wendigo, but before he could had warned him soon enough, a obscured claw slashed at the demons arm, a delayed reaction as Crowley cried out before quickly causing the creature to implode. One by one the creatures were killed off and slaughtered, some more efficiently as others as Bobby attempted to make his way over the abundance of dead bodies to the King of Hell, who was bleeding out.
They didn't finish their job as Bobby had to physically pull Crowley from the cave, knowing two or three could have potentially escaped from that massacre; however, Bobby couldn't care less as he pushed the demon back into his truck and drove him back to the motel they were currently staying at- He figured he'd go back tomorrow and finish the job. Right now, he needed to worry about patching Crowley up.
The bleeding had slowed down nor stopped, even when he had tied it in a cloth and for Crowley to keep pressure on it, told strictly not to heal himself. The way the muscle was obscured with the skin and the embedded jacket, that'd leave a nasty scar if it wasn't fixed before doused in Demon-mojo.
Bobby had gotten Crowley to sit on the couch before heading over to grab his first-aid he left in his bag. Bobby rushing to grab the material and made quick work of trying to pull off the others jacket, with little resistance.
"I'll be fine, Robert-"
"Shut up, you idjit." Bobby growled, tugging the others coat off his shoulders, "-and help me get this damn thing off of you." Crowley rolled his eyes, before carefully sliding the jacket off of his shoulder, hissing when parts of the cloth were pulled from the wound.
"Bollocks," Crowley hissed, "I rather liked this suit."
"Priorities." Bobby grunted, narrowing his eyes at the demon a moment before concentrating on taking off the other two layers of clothing covering the demons skin before he could properly asses the gash.
"My suit is a priority, Robert." Crowley pressed his lips together, "One I couldn't imagine you understanding, sense all your clothing has holes all over it." He muttered bitterly, wincing when Bobby tugged the clothing a tad bit harder than necessary; merely humming in response. "Bloody- Dammit Robert be careful!" The demon hissed, eyebrows furrowing together in pain.
"Sorry princess, I'll be more gentle." Bobby rolled his eyes. Crowley could take it and he very well knew it, it was just the stupid suit he was worried about. "Well c'mon, I can't take it all off."
"Oh, darling. We both know that's not entirely true." Crowley practically purred, looking up at the hunter who pointedly ignored him. Crowley assisted in shrugging the rest of the clothing off of his shoulders as Bobby paid careful mind in keeping the clothing from getting embedded into the wound. After a moment or two, he had finally been able to strip off the clothing, tossing the clothing to the side, much to the distress of the demon which he brushed away offhandedly. The demon shirtless and bleeding profusely, giving the hunter a better look at what he was dealing with when he noticed it.
Tattoos? The hunter looked over the one on the demons shoulder, furrowing his eyebrows together before his gaze flickered to the one on Crowley's chest. These faded dragon tattoos, almost awestruck at the sight of them. He was momentarily frozen when Crowley finally waved a hand in front of his face, trying to catch his attention once again- He may have been talking, but Bobby missed what he had said.
"Something wrong?" Crowley had a soft lit to his tone, looking at the hunter almost cross, if not vaguely amused that the man fixing his arm had frozen in place. "I'm not growing another body part, am I?"
Bobby blinked up at him before shaking his head, a 'no' falling from his lips, barely registering the word as his eyes scanned over the ink. "No, Uh- Tattoos." The word fell lamely, but there was no other way to say it. "I didn't know you had tattoos."
Crowley rolled his eyes, "Came with the suit, not much else I can say about them." The demon looked down at his bare chest, eyes flickering over to the tattoo on his breast before turning to look at the one Bobby was currently admiring. "Don't look so shocked, Robert." The demon purred, "You act like you've never seen some classic body ink before." Bobby rolled his eyes at that, flicking up to look at the demon before dropping back to his arm.
Bobby went to working on the gash, fixing the arm as best as he could, eyes glancing back up at the tattoo constantly, as if it were a magnet . Bobby imagined vaguely how they came to be. Crowley said they came with the vessel, but a 'Moderately' Successful Literary Agent from New York didn't seem the type for going out and getting strange tattoos; 'Suppose you should never judge a book by its cover.
Crowley wasn't even the slightest bit oblivious to the attention his meat-suit's design was getting, thinking it almost cute the way Bobby's eyes would flicker up occasionally before looking back down. He buried away the initial sting of the wound, the pain not bothering him as much as it could potentially. It was about 15 or so minutes and Bobby still wasn't done, on a job that should have been about 5. He was too distracted, but Crowley honestly could find room to complain. Yes it pinched a little, however having this kind of attention always made him feel somewhat warmer.
"My my, Robert." Crowley chuckled lightly, "If I thought you'd get so hot and bothered by a little body ink, I would have flaunted them forever ago." The demon purred, watching in utter amusement as the hunters cheeks flushed this lovely little scarlet. Bobby ignored him, not looking him in the eye as he finished up placing everything back as it was supposed to, hands bloodstained.
Bobby cleared his throat before even attempting to talk, afraid of how his voice may sound. "You can use your demon mojo, now." The hunter muttered, moving to stand, "It should be alright."
However, before he had gotten firmly on his feet, a hand snapped out, preventing him from getting too far. Crowley tsked lightly at the hunter, his tongue pressed against the bottom of his upper teeth, smirking at Bobby. "What's the rush, love? I saw you drooling over there," His hand was pressed against the hunters shoulder, eyes never leaving Bobby. The hunter peered over at the others arm again, watching the skin heal over, leaving a soft bruise before quickly disappearing. All fixed.
Crowley wrapped his fingers around the others shoulders, both hands grabbing his arms and pulling him closer, not giving the other much room to fight it. "I'll let you look at them," His voice turned low, soft and just barely above a whisper. "I know you want to with those big ol' eyes of yours. Drinking. Them. Up." Each word emphasized with a soft click of the tongue.
Bobby felt his cheeks warming up considerably, the others hands brushing up from his shoulders, soft palms brushing against his beard and jawline, resting there as if almost cradling the other. Crowley smirked at the unnatural warmth that touched his skin, thumbs brushing up against the others cheeks tenderly.
"Go on, love." Crowley purred almost roughly, tilting his head to the side slightly, hooded eyes looking at the hunter almost fondly, "Touch them," he pushed his knee's apart, "I know you're just dying to-" he chuckled, tongue pressed against the back of his teeth. Bobby chewed the inside of his lip, feeling terribly flustered, the heat rising from his chest, but he just went with it because honestly- he was curious.
Bobby leaned forward, pressing his knee against the edge of the bed, arms reaching forward and pressing the demon against the sheets. Rough hands reached downward and wrapped around the demons sides, hoisting him up almost effortlessly and pulling him further onto the bed. Crowley was smirking the entire time, chewing is lower lip before helping scoot to the head of the bed until his head hit the soft pillow.
The hunter kicked off his shoes before crawling onto the bed, pushing the demons knee's further apart before nestling comfortably between the others legs.
It's always been like this with them, however they've only ever touched above clothing, nothing below for the sake of keeping things a surprise for later- and the tattoos were one hell of a surprise. Bobby ran his hand over the others skin, lifting the others hips up so he could press closer; he ran his hand over the others arm where the mark was previously, now vanished and healed and back to normal once again, running over the ink, stroking over the soft warm skin.
"That's more like it," Crowley chuckled, pressing his hips upward to meet the hunters, humming in appreciation as the others rough hands moved over him. Bobby rolled his eyes kindheartedly towards the other, leaning forward until his mouth was hovering above the demons chest, tongue darting out from between his lips, causing the demon to hiss in surprise at the sudden hot wet appendage pressing against him. He looked down, pleasantly confused when he realized what the hunter was doing.
He was tracing his tattoo with his tongue.
Well he expected a great deal to happen when he was brought along on this hunt, and this wasn't exactly on his list.
Crowley reached forward to interlace his fingers into the hunters hair, pressing kisses over his head to anywhere he could reach without straining himself. Bobby dragged his tongue over every little shape and swirl he saw, eyes hooded and face flushed, but the way the other was responding kept him going. He tasted of sulfur on his tongue, which should have been somewhat more bitter than it really was, especially considering how often Crowley tries to scrub it off.
Hands reached down and gripped the demons hips tightly, holding him in place as he went about tracing every inch of each tattoo the demon had on his body. And if they wen't even further, then that was for them to know; maybe hunting with Crowley wasn't as bad as Bobby had been originally led to believe.
God that was a shitty/rushed ending, I'm so sorry. I could have gone on longer, but then I'd have to make this into a one-shot because smut would ensue- I may actually go back through and continue with a warning but I don't really know. This is the safe version, and I'll think about making a nsfw version some other time. I hope you enjoyed anyhow, and thank you for reading. ^^