Twisted Love
Disclaimer: Don't own Supernatural, but I do own Johnny, Kit, their parents, Jack Foel, and Newbridge Falls.
Review Answers:
Spuffyshipper – Glad the chapter was received well. I was worried about certain things. But you obviously enjoyed it. Yes, those two have a serious problem on their hands. Hmmm… that's an interesting theory. I, personally, have no ideas if he's good or evil. I guess we'll just have to wait and find out.
jka1 – Yes, you were right. I had hoped I was covering it up enough, but a couple of you out there managed to guess anyway. Yeah, it is sad, I don't know why I wrote it. As I said, it just seemed to fit into the story real well. Here's the update, hope you like it.
talon81 – Yeah, he's the incubus, glad not everyone guessed it, it's nice to know my surprises are mostly successful.
DixieBelle51 – Glad you liked it. This soon enough for ya?
Rosalene – Yeah, I thought it'd be a good thing to put in. Glad I was right. Well, not exactly part incubus as in half-incubus-half-human, but he isn't a full incubus, no. You'll find out why, and why Sam wasn't kill, in this chapter. I agree with you and Sam, he definitely deserves that. Let's do it now (jk). Hmm, can I figure out a way to save Johnny? That's a question I've been asking myself all day and I still don't have an answer, lol. I may find one eventually, but until then, it's all up in the air. This soon enough?
vinsmouse – Oh, new person. Welcome to the fold. My welcoming's get dorkier every time someone new reviews. I'm glad I surprised you. Here's the update, would you like fries with that?
Chapter 10: Love and Madness
Sam took a step back (or more, up and back, because he ended up standing on the bed), trying to keep Johnny a safe distance away. Johnny, however, seemed in no hurry to come closer, standing there, that slightly unnerving smile on his face, staring intently at Sam like he expected him to make the first move. If he took out a cigar and started smoking it, he'd look like the ideal villain, Sam thought, remembering back to the cartoons he used to watch when he was younger.
"I've got all day." Johnny said, which convinced Sam he was waiting for him to make the first move. Sam slowly got down from the bed moving around to circle Johnny. Johnny started moving as well, like he was circling Sam.
It lasted until Sam came to the door and Johnny realized that was all he'd intended to do. Before Sam could even reach for the door handle though, Johnny had rushed forward, faster then any human could ever move, placed one hand on the door as it came open a centimetre, and used the other hand to push Sam back from the door. Now he wasn't smiling. There was anger in his eyes, but the rest of his face was blank as he stared at Sam where he'd steadied himself against the wall.
"My turn." He said, and charged forward, swinging his fist at Sam, who blocked it with his arm, and threw a punch at Johnny's face, which Johnny blocked and returned, his fist connecting with Sam's cheek. Sam rolled with it and spun around, sweeping his leg out behind Johnny and knocking his legs out from under him.
Johnny land on his hands and flipped over back to his feet, a wry grin on his face when he saw the surprised look Sam had. "Weren't expecting that, were you?" He asked, and then the fight started again. Despite the fact that Johnny, being an incubus, was clearly stronger then Sam, Sam managed to hold his own pretty well, blocking what he could and doing his best to ignore what he couldn't. Johnny was alarmingly good; it made Sam wonder what other talents the young man… incubus… had hidden; aside from his apparent gymnastic skill.
"You're foot work's a little sloppy, Sam." Johnny said, throwing punch after punch against Sam.
"You're grading me?" Sam asked in a disbelieving voice, blocking a punch aimed at his throat.
"Well I have to do something to relieve the boredom." Sam realized just what Johnny meant by that when he was thrown halfway across the room by a well aimed punch to his chest. He landed on the table, which tipped over with the odd amount of weight on one side, depositing him painfully onto the floor.
He laid there in pain for a few seconds, only to have Johnny lift him up by the front of his jacket and slam him against the wall. He let out a gasp of pain and all the air went out of his lungs. He raised his head to look at Johnny, and felt a sharp pain in his jaw as Johnny punched him ferociously, repeatedly.
For a few pain-filled moments, he wondered what he'd done to trigger such a ferocious attack from Johnny, and then he took advantage of a momentary lapse in the assault and punched wildly outward, his vision blurred slightly from the pain that was sending shut-down signals to his brain.
Amazingly, he managed to hit Johnny, and felt his hold on his jacket vanish as the Johnny staggered backwards. Wiping blood from his split lip, Sam blinked, trying to clear his vision. He was able to make out where Johnny was standing fairly easily, even with his vision slightly blurred, and did the only thing he could think of: he ran forward and tackled Johnny to the ground, came to his knees and began punching Johnny in the face, though not quite with the ferocity Johnny had used, just enough (he hoped) to knock the youth unconscious.
As luck would have it, he failed, and Johnny threw him off him, backwards into the wall again. Sam groaned as his head smashed against the wall.
"Playtime's over." Johnny said, glaring at Sam and rubbing his check where Sam had punched him. He walked over and grabbed Sam by the throat, lifting the taller man up off the ground and slamming him against the wall.
Sam grabbed hold of Johnny's arm, trying to pull him away from his throat. But it was no use; even before he'd had his body slammed against a wall, he'd been weaker then Johnny. He didn't stand much chance of overpowering him now.
"Any last words?" Johnny asked, and Sam felt his airway open just enough to allow speech and a small amount of air to get in. He took a couple small, shaky breaths and then attempted a nod.
"Yeah…" He said. "Something Dean told me when I was young. He was 'When the going gets tough-'"
"'The tough get going'?" Johnny asked incredulously. He leaned up. "You're not going anywhere." He said, a corner of his lips turning up in a strange, half smile.
Sam grinned. "Actually…" He felt Johnny's grip tighten. "He said, 'when the going gets tough, fight dirty'" Johnny arched an eyebrow, obviously not getting it. Sam smiled and thrust his knee forward, kicking off from the wall, and was pleased to hear the gasp of surprise and pain escape Johnny's lips ,when he connected with the younger man's crotch.
Johnny dropped him to the floor, both his hands going to his groin as he fell to his knees.
"Guess he was right." Sam said with a shrug, and then he punched Johnny in the face with all the strength he could muster, and was relieved when Johnny slumped to the floor, unconscious.
Sam has just returned from buying some food when Johnny started to come around. He'd called Kit earlier and asked her to look for Dean. When he'd explained to her that he could deal with Johnny (though he didn't actually say he had Johnny in the same room with him), she'd agreed to go look.
So that meant Sam was free to spend some 'quality time' with his lover. Because as much as Sam tried to see Johnny as the incubus he and Dean had been hunting the past couple of days, he couldn't. Johnny was still Johnny. Dean would say he was splitting hairs, but Sam wasn't so sure.
He looked over when he heard a groan from Johnny. The waited for a minute, and then the youth's eyes opened he raised his head. He saw Sam, and a second later, he realized he was tied to the chair he was sitting in. He glanced down at the thick white ropes, then back at Sam.
"You think these can hold me?" He asked incredulously. Sam grinned.
"Normally, no." He said, and he saw Johnny tense against the ropes. He turned away, walking over to the fridge to get a drink. "And incubus is definitely strong enough to break through a few measly ropes. That is, if he can build up momentum." He looked back over and saw that Johnny had his eyes narrowed in focus as he struggled against the ropes binding him to the chair. "As you've no doubt just discovered, I've made sure you can't even twitch a muscle, let alone build up enough momentum to break free." He sat down on the end of the bed and watched for a few minutes as Johnny continued to struggle, and then finally settled down, and glared furiously at Sam.
"So, what, you're just gonna leave me here until I or your brother die of starvation?" He asked. He grinned cruelly when he saw Sam wince at the mention of his brother dying. "How long can humans go without food?" He asked.
"How long can incubi go without sex?" Sam shot back. A muscle in Johnny's jaw twitched, but he didn't say anything, looking away. Sam sighed and finished his drink, and then went and sat down at the table with his laptop, opening up a game of Solitaire while he waited for Johnny to say something.
"He deserved to die." He finally said, and Sam looked up. Johnny turned to look at him.
"Your stepfather?" Sam guessed. Johnny didn't say anything else. Sam sighed and returned to his game, glancing over at the young man on occasion. He noticed that he had started sweating again, even worse then he had been when he'd first arrived; his hair was matted and stiff, his face was covered in a fine layer of perspiration, and Sam was guessing his clothes were slowly saturating. He realized he probably should've removed the younger man's jacket before tying him up. But he hadn't really been thinking ahead. He'd been too busy with the present and his incubus lover.
Feeling sorry for Johnny, Sam got up and went into the bathroom, Johnny's eyes following him all the way to the door. He got a washcloth, soaked it in cold water, and then wrung it out.
He walked over to Johnny and gently rubbed his face and hair with the damp cloth. He seemed to relax after a minute, though his whole body was shaking and he had his eyes squeezed shut as if he were in pain. When Sam finally finished, Johnny let out a relieved sigh that changed halfway to a strangled sob.
"What's happening?" Sam asked.
"What do you think is happening?" Johnny snapped, glaring at Sam. "I'm an incubus Sam. I need… something. Intimacy. Sex. Something." He repeated. Sam bit his lower lip for a minute, hesitating. Then he took Johnny's head in his hands and slammed their lips together in a bone-jarring kiss. As if he'd been waiting for it, Johnny immediately sank into in, prying Sam's lips apart with his tongue and easing inside, much to Sam's delight.
By the time Sam pulled back, both of them were out of breath and rock-hard in their pants. Sam stared expectantly at Johnny, expecting something to be different; he felt more tired then he had been. He was almost positive Johnny had managed to get something out of that.
Johnny, however, didn't like Sam staring at him, and glared at the older man. "Stop that." He said breathily.
"Didn't…? We just… I mean… shouldn't you have…?" Sam became aware he wasn't exactly sure what he was trying to ask. Johnny gave him a cold smile.
"You think one kiss is enough?" He asked. He leaned his head back against the chair, closing his eyes. "Oh, god, just kill me now and get it over with. Stop with the torture." His tone was a little too casual for Sam's liking. Like he was joking, although Sam was fairly certain he wasn't.
"Johnny-"
"He's dead…" Johnny said, a mirthless chuckle escaping his lips. "He couldn't live without you. But he couldn't live with killing you. So he died to make it easier…" He laughed, a high, bark-like laugh that really didn't suit him. "But don't worry. You've got me now." Sam frowned. It was like both the Johnny he'd been with just nights earlier and the Johnny he'd fought earlier had both vanished in favour of this one. Who seemed to be… going mad.
Sam suddenly remembered the second way to kill an incubus; depriving it of sex. Obviously, for some reason, Johnny's deterioration was accelerating, because the book had said it took months. Johnny looked like he barely had hours. He suddenly became aware that Johnny had been talking all this time.
"… thought someone had finally come to save him. But all she did was hurt him more. She promised him retribution. She gave it to him. Filled his head with stupid dreams and then left him to fend for himself before he was complete." Johnny rolled his head in a small circle. His eyes fall on Sam, and he blinked. "Sam…" Sam instantly turned his full attention back to Johnny, who seemed to have gotten over his state of madness. "I'm sorry." He whispered. "I didn't want to hurt you." Sam blinked, confused.
"What do you mean?" He asked.
"It was your life or mine." Johnny said softly. "I need to be touched… I need to feel it, or I lose myself."
"What?"
"The spark." Johnny said. "The part of me that's me. I did it for months. Self-preservation above all else, she told me. Lives are lost everyday. What's one more in exchange for your soul?" He didn't really seem to be asking Sam. It was like he was talking to someone else. "It wasn't forever. Only until we were done. But then she left. We didn't finish me, the bit that made me what she wanted. So I stayed me. And I couldn't fight him." He looked like he tried to move his arms (the fact that he couldn't move them even a millimetre made it hard to tell if he did try, but that was what Sam thought), but obviously remembered he couldn't, and settled for smiling sadly at Sam. "I kept taking. I didn't want to die, like she said. It hurts, like standing on the sun for hours, only she said it only lasts for a few… minutes? Seconds? Or days?"
He closed his eyes and shook his head, and maybe his body wanted to follow, because the chair moved slightly. He opened his eyes again and stared at Sam.
"It always hurt. He made it hurt more then it should have. And she told me it was always supposed to hurt." His eyes had gone out of focus, as if he was recalling a painful memory. "They all suffered. I didn't know any better. I thought it was supposed to hurt." He was rocking his head back and forth; again, his body surely would've followed if it could've. "But you made it… good. You smoothed out all the bumps… edges blurred… I didn't know it could feel good." He closed his eyes again. "I think it was love. But she said love wasn't real." He seemed confused for a second, like something. "Do I love you, Sam?" He asked.
It took Sam a few seconds to realize Johnny had asked him. He'd gotten so caught up in the story, as little sense as it had made, and was shocked when Johnny had acknowledged him again. He smiled faintly, and reached up with the cloth again, wiping away the new layer of perspiration that had built up on Johnny's face. Johnny smiled as Sam washed his face, and seemed to take that as confirmation.
"I was supposed to take you." He said. "Your life for mine." He shook his head violently. "No, my life for yours." He corrected himself. He turned a stern stare on Sam, who had a feeling Johnny had changed his persona once again. "Do it. Do you know what it's like to burn out?" He demanded. Before Sam could answer, he continued. "I don't. None of us do. But we've seen it. I remember it. Or… does she? None of it makes sense. It all gets blurry at the end." He looked at Sam. "I don't want to burn up." He said childishly.
"You won't." Sam said, wiping Johnny's forehead again. "I'm going to help you-"
"You wanna help me?" Johnny snapped. "Pull down our pants' and sit on me." He was completely serious. "Come on, Sam, it's not like we haven't done it before." He smiled in a strange way. Sam got to his feet, and Johnny glared at his back as he walked towards the bed.
"I need to rest." Sam said. He suddenly felt the full effect of their kiss overwhelm him. He was amazed Johnny hadn't killed him their first night together; or maybe had hadn't had to; he'd said he needed intimacy, not necessarily sex. So he could probably survive for days, maybe weeks on one person. Maybe; Johnny had also said he needed it everyday. That didn't make much sense to Sam; while incubi did need sex often, they didn't need it everyday. Maybe it had something to do with what Johnny had been ranting on about, with his humanity and soul and whatever…
Thoughts such as that filled his head as he laid down on the bed and rested his head on the pillow. He was asleep within minutes, completely worn out by the kiss he'd shared with Johnny.
When he was sure Sam was definitely asleep, Johnny set to work on getting free. While he couldn't move his arms, or legs, or pretty much any other part of his body, his hands were still more or less free, tied behind the back of the chair. He closed his eyes, working his hands this way and that, trying to reach the knot that was more or less holding the whole job together. If he could get his hands free, the rest of his body would be free within minutes, if not seconds.
He wasn't looking at anything, just staring straight ahead, as if he could see his own hands behind him. In a way, he thought he almost could. It was amazing what the sense of touch could do if a person stopped trying to see with their eyes.
It got harder as time passed. The little pick-me-up Sam had given him in that kiss had helped, but it was hardly enough to keep him going. It was like holding a drowning man above the water for a few seconds and then dropping him back under the water. Nevertheless, Johnny was determined to get free before Sam woke up again.
Thoughts of Sam caused him to involuntarily glance over at the older man to make sure he was still sleeping peacefully. When he was sure he was, he returned to the rope behind him. He closed his eyes; was that it? He reached just a little further with his fingers, stretching to the limit, and found the knot.
His eyes opened, a look of triumph flaring up.
Now that he'd found the knot, it wasn't long before he managed to work it undone. A slightly mad grin crossed his lips as he worked his hands free of the ropes, and brought them around, grabbing a part of the rope around his arms, and snapped it like string, pulling the coils up over his head. He did the same to the ropes around his stomach, so that his upper body was free. Then he leaned down and broke the ropes holding his legs and ankles, and he was completely free.
He got to his feet, smiling madly. "Told you they couldn't hold me." He said to Sam's sleeping form. "Now it's time to finish what I started." He moved towards the bed, as silent as a shadow, careful not to wake the sleeping hunter; if he was going to finish it, Sam had to sleep. If he was awake, well… it'd be a whole lot harder.
A/N: Yeah, I know, another cliffhanger. I thought it was best to end it there; annoy the crap out of my readers. Yeah, you know you love 'em. Review and tell me what you think of this chapter.
