Twisted Love
Beta'd by mysterychic. Many thanks to her for beta-ing.
Disclaimer: Don't own Supernatural, but I do own Johnny, Kit, their parents, Jack Foel, and Newbridge Falls.
Author's Note: Okay, a couple people still don't understand exactly what Johnny is (not surprising; the explanation was in the form of mad rambling). Basically, yes Johnny is an incubus, and he was sired by the succubus that Dean and John killed a couple of years before this story. In this little world of mine, with the siring, it takes a certain amount of time for someone to… lose their humanity after becoming an incubus/succubus, and until they do, they're in the state Johnny is now; kind of the baby-stage of an incubus/succubus; they need to feed on intimacy like a baby feeds on milk, and they need it at least once a day. Because Johnny's sire was killed before she could 'finish him' as he put it, he's basically stuck in that state. He's still in the baby-stage; he had to be weaned off of intimacy gradually, so that then he could just feed through sex every couple of weeks or whatever. Instead, because he refused to take Sam, he's kind of been forced off it instantly, and that's why he's only semi sane/human/incubus. He's sort of stuck halfway between the two species. Does that make sense?
Review Answers:
jka1 – Here's your answer.
Miss Meehan – Yeah, it's a really funny story. I couldn't stop myself. Well, as far as I know, most of the stuff about Incubi and Succubae in this story I've made up, like the whole siring thing, I got that from vampires. Okay, so that's not exactly most of the stuff, it's just all I could remember. Hmm… maybe I do know more about incubi and succubae then I realized. Yeah, no heat, no frenzy. Innocence. I wonder what happened to all that stuff (whistles innocently – you'll understand what I'm talking about later). Yes, the details, I try to keep the story details, but I've always thought they were one of my weaker points. Interesting to see you appear to disagree with that theory.
talon81 – Yeah, that ceases in this chapter. Read on to find out what I mean.
Spuffyshipper – Here's the update. Hmmm… is Dean okay… he will be, once he learns not to get between an incubus and its prey.
Tyranusfan – See the Author's Note above. Yeah, I've known it was going to be him since the beginning of the story. I'm guessing I did well at covering it up, since so few people expected it.
Thru Terry's Eyes – Thanks. And thanks again, I live to please and annoy. And write, of course.
DixieBelle51 – Yay. Yeah, cliffhangers are evil when you're reading them. But that's okay, cause I'm not the one reading them, hehe.
vinsmouse – Yeah, the Winchester brothers always seem to run into some kind of trouble or another. I'm glad you can look, it's make it kind of hard for you to R & R if you weren't looking at the screen. This update soon enough for ya?
Rose of No Man's Land – Ah, creepy, creepy is good. Yeah, I'm glad the change is so noticeable. I was trying to make as much difference between human-Johnny and incubus-Johnny. Yeah, poor Sam, nothing ever seems to go right for him. Yes, Dean… Dean, Dean, Dean, he should've learned not to follow things into the sewers, something always seems to go wrong. Yeah, I know what you mean. Sam gets hurt and Dean gets trapped. Except in the Benders, the opposite seemed to happen.
Anyway, back to the subject at hand. I'm glad you think it's like an episode, that's very pleasing to hear. It's good to know my characters are so well received. If I could only do it with my own stuff and not just fanfiction, I'd be off to a great start as a writer. Oh well, I'll get there someday.
But once again, I've strayed from the subject. You liked the vision? I was a little worried about it, but no one's made a complaint yet, which, as far as I'm concerned, is a good sign. If you like angst, may I suggest one of my one-shots (if you haven't read it already). It was my first attempt at angst and since it seems you're a staff member at the C2 that took it in out of the cold (okay, weird), maybe you can tell me if I suck at angst or not. Oh, you liked the cliffhanger? Never thought I'd hear someone say that, lol.
Chase El Toliso - Oh, yay, familiar face. Thanks for your reviews. Indeed you do, the story's almost finished (and you won't actually know this until 1. You get to this chapter or 2. It ends before you catch up. Anyway, glad you reviewed, hope you read this soon, and hope to hear more from your soon.
Chapter 11: Instinctual Desire
A second before Johnny reached the bed, Sam's eyes snapped open. Johnny froze, and that was all the time Sam needed. He all-but leapt from the bed and tackled Johnny to the ground, not even stopping to think how useless the attack was; Johnny was, after all, an incubus, and at least twice as strong as Sam. Johnny, however, seemed too preoccupied with being shocked by the idiotic move to even think of fighting back, and was lying flat on his back with his hands held down either side of his head before he even remembered what he'd been about to do.
Then he flipped them over so that he was on top, and backed up off of Sam, rising to his feet and giving Sam a challenging smile. "Care to try that again?" He asked. Sam threw himself forward onto his feet, swinging his fist towards Johnny, who easily deflected the blow and threw a punch at Sam's throat. Sam caught his arm and flipped him over before he could fight back.
Johnny rolled forward as he hit the ground and came back to his feet, spinning around in time to catch Sam's wrist with his arm as the older man tried to punch him, holding him there and backhanding him across the jaw before Sam pulled him down to the floor and punched him in the face.
With little-to-no effort, Johnny pulled himself to his feet and behind Sam, pulling the older man's arm around with him and trying to get a hold of his other one as well. Sam elbowed him in the stomach, spun around and punched him in the face, and then pulled Johnny around, putting one hand on his shoulder and twisting his arm behind his back. He heard a growl coming from Johnny, but jabbed his elbow into the square of the younger man's back, and it turned to a groan as he fell to his knees.
"You think you can beat me a second time?" Johnny asked. Before Sam could answer, he turned into his hold and swept his leg out, knocking Sam's legs out from under him and wrapping his arm around his throat, holding him as tight as he could. "I'm thinking not." He said.
Sam groaned with effort, trying to break free of Johnny's grasp. With a cry of anger, he threw himself backwards against the younger man trying to strangle him, knocking both of them to the ground.
Sam heard a satisfying thunk as Johnny's head collided with the floor, and rolled off of the younger man's body, lying flat on his back, taking in deep gulps of air. He should've remembered that incubi have better endurance then regular humans, and a simple blow to the head wouldn't be enough to slow Johnny down.
He remembered it about a second after Johnny moved over him, straddling his waist, and his hand closed around his throat. His eyes widened as he stared up at Johnny; for the first time since he'd first realized that Johnny was an incubus, he saw him the way Dean saw him. There was pure, instinctual rage in his eyes, all of it focused straight at Sam. His eyebrow twitched; he seemed to be forcing himself to hold on.
He squeezed his eyes shut, tightening his grip; but it was obvious already that he couldn't finish it. With a growl of frustration, his eyes snapped open. This time, there was no rage. Or at least, not in the way it had been. It was all focused into desire now. Desire for Sam.
He let go of his throat only to take his head in both hands and pulling him into a vicious kiss. Sam instinctually fought against him; this wasn't what he wanted. Or… he didn't think it was. Outside of the dream, Johnny's hypnotic powers were… basically non-existent, probably something to do with the fact that he 'wasn't finished' as he had put it.
He tried to push the younger man back, but Johnny let go of his head and pinned his hands to the floor, pushing his head down against it as well, his kiss getting even more fierce, if that was possible.
It didn't take long for Sam to wear himself out. Not only had he just narrowly escaped being strangled not once, but twice; the way he was trying to fight Johnny was like a rabbit trying to fight a wolf. And Johnny was kissing him just as hungrily as any wolf would feed.
Finally, Sam just relaxed, not out of acceptance but of exhaustion. And that's when Johnny moved his hands down, one coming to cradle Sam's hand, the other reaching down and under his shirt. Sam's eyes went wide in surprise, and all defences melted away in favour of reaching up and wrapping his arms around Johnny's chest, returning the kiss Johnny had so vigorously given him.
Encouraged by Sam's kiss, Johnny lifted both himself and Sam to their feet, their lips never parting as Johnny helped Sam pulled of his jacket, then his own, then their shirts, all the way until both their upper bodies were naked, and then he turned Sam around and pushed him onto the bed, his breaths coming out in short pants, eyes focusing on Sam alone; nothing else mattered to him, and it was then that it became obvious to Sam that this was definitely not the same young man he'd fallen in love with… wow, had it only been a couple of days earlier?
"Dean' won't be happy-" Sam started, but Johnny cut him off with another kiss.
"No shop talk." He ordered, pushing Sam up against the bed-head, pinning his hands t the wall.
"I should be trying to kill you…" Sam said absently, enjoying Johnny's kiss as much as Johnny enjoyed giving it to him.
"Whatever." Was Johnny's non-committal answer.
"I really think-"
"Sam…" Johnny said warningly.
"But-"
"You know, there's still a lot of rope over there." Johnny said, pulling back momentarily, and leaving Sam feeling a little cheated, something he hadn't expected. "You can shut up on your own or I can make you." He said. Sam arched an eyebrow, but Johnny just smiled fiendishly. After a (very short) moment, Sam held his hands up in surrender. As if as a reward, Johnny's hand reached down and began undoing the zipper of Sam's jeans. That was enough to keep Sam quiet even without Johnny's threat. Well, except for the occasional moan of pleasure or impatience that escaped him as Johnny slowly stroked his member. His whole body shook with the effort it took not to start kissing the young man again right then and there.
"Hurry up and do it or…" Johnny gave him a warning look, one that would've been downright scary to meet in a dark alley. "Never mind." He decided to play it safe. Or as safe is he could be while willingly having sex with a half-mad incubus.
The stroking and caressing and the kissing (sometimes each other, and sometimes just parts of each other) went on for what seemed like a small eternity.
"Johnny." Sam gasped.
"Yeah?" Johnny said absently, for more interested in Sam's lower half then his face.
"Get it started." Was the strangled answer. Johnny looked up at him, saw the aroused expression on Sam's face, and grinned.
"All you had to do was ask." He said, reaching over and kissing Sam lightly on the lips. "You do it." He said invitingly, pulling back. Sam was taken aback by the offer, but was quick to recover. He pulled Johnny around onto all fours, came up onto his knees, and slowly entered the younger man. The groan came from Johnny.
"Sam, I'm not made of porcelain." He stated irritably. "I can take a little rough work." Sam frowned, and then remembered that this wasn't the same Johnny had made love to. This Johnny wasn't looking for love. He was looking to be fucked, plain and simple. After a moment's hesitation, Sam gave him just that; he stopped holding back and put everything he into each thrust. Each time, the bed shook a little along with Johnny's entire body. From the moans and not-quite-contained ecstatic laughter, Sam was sure Johnny had that mad grin on his face that he'd had so often that day.
"Is this what you wanted?" Sam asked, rocking back and forth, each thrust coming closer and closer to home.
"Y…" Johnny was cut off as Sam finally hit breaking point and spilled into him, eliciting and excited and blissful moan. "Yes." He gasped, his eyes wide, his whole body filled with ecstasy. Sam grinned, and much to Johnny's disappointment, pulled out of him and didn't come back in. Instead, he more or less collapsed against Johnny's body, which, while Johnny has expected it, still came a great shock and knocked the air out of his lungs, causing both of them to fall flat against the bed. Johnny grinned happily though, rolling Sam's exhausted form off of him and slowly turning him up so that his head was resting against the pillows.
"Am I alive?" Sam gasped, smiling tiredly up at Johnny, who nodded, pulling the blankets up over him. "How?" Sam asked breathily, though he was unsure if he was going to stay awake for the answer.
"You fed me; I didn't feed on you." Johnny said cryptically. He kissed Sam, and then slipped under the covers with him, pulling him close and wrapping his legs and arms around Sam a little possessively. Sam just snuggled up against him, far too worn out to do anything else as he fell into a deep sleep.
When Johnny woke up again, he heard the shower running. It was strange. Just a day earlier, he had been the one in the shower with Sam lying here thinking of him. Just like he had been the one in Sam's arms the night before that. It was like they were replaying the same day with their rolls reversed, and with a hell of a lot more heat, no pun intended.
And then he heard it. Foot steps outside. His lips twisted into a snarl; he knew who it was. He momentarily wondered how Dean had managed to escape his little holding cell down in the sewers, and then he got slowly out of the bed, pulling on his trousers as he crept to the door, standing up straight and pressing himself up against wall beside it, waiting for it to open.
"Sam-?" Was all Dean got out before Johnny struck, wrapping an arm tight around his throat and pushing him forwards into the bed. When Dean tried to pulled him off, he brought his knee up between the older man's legs, a feeling of satisfaction filling him when Dean let out a strangled groan.
"I owe you for teaching Sam to do that." Johnny whispered darkly in Dean's ear. He stared straight ahead, a look of furious determination on his face as he slowly crushed Dean's throat, while the hunter continued in a vain attempt to break free. He obviously knew he was losing the fight though, because his attempts were getting weaker and weaker with each passing second.
At first when he heard someone call his name, he thought it was Johnny, except when he called back, no one answered. It took him another minute to realize that whoever had called him hadn't sounded anything like Johnny. As a matter of fact…
"Oh, crap." He said, rushing to turn the shower off, realizing that it had been Dean's voice he'd heard and not Johnny's. Somehow, he doubted Johnny would be overly welcoming to Dean, considering he had locked him in the sewers to keep him away.
He rushed to the bathroom door, grabbing a towel on his way and hurriedly wrapping it around his waist as he did so. He threw it open and took just enough time to take in the scene before him- Johnny kneeling on the ground, staring straight ahead, with his arm wrapped around Dean's throat, who was also on his knees- before running forward and falling to his knees in front of him, taking hold of Johnny's arm and pulling with all his might, though a small part of him didn't really expect to be able to pry the young mans' arm from his brother's throat.
Amazingly, Johnny let go almost as soon as Sam touched him; almost recoiled from he touch, and was standing almost immediately, backing away and staring at Dean with a startled look as the hunter fell forward into his brother's arms.
"Dean?" Sam gasped in a choke-up voice, lowering his brother onto his back and checking his pulse; he felt a wave of relief wash over him when he felt a slightly irregular- but by no means strong- beat under his two fingers. Something caught his eye, down by his Dean's waist where his hand was, as if he'd been trying to grab something before he lost consciousness. Looking down, Sam saw a dagger half-pulled out of a dark leather sheath on Dean's belt.
"That wouldn't have helped him." Johnny stated, staring at the dagger over Sam's shoulder. Reluctantly, the younger Winchester slid the dagger out, and saw the runes and symbols carved into the blade and part of the hilt. He swallowed, and looked over his shoulder at Johnny.
"It's a consecrated weapon; because you're not a full incubus, any consecrated weapon would work just as successfully, albeit, a little slowly, as fire." He said. He thought he saw a hint of nervousness flicker in Johnny's eyes, but it was gone before he was even sure it was there.
"We have to go." Johnny said. "Now, before he wakes up." His tone was forceful, and Sam looked up at him in surprise.
"You just tried to strangle my brother; excuse me if I'm less inclined to run away with you." He said. He saw a flicker of hurt cross Johnny's face.
"I wasn't going to kill him." He said in a small voice, bowing his head. "I just wanted to stop him." Sam narrowed his eyes at the young man, trying to get an idea at what he was thinking; if he meant what he was saying. With a sigh, he nodded, deciding to trust Johnny. Suddenly, Johnny looked up, looking towards the door into the room.
"She's coming." He said. "She'll come, and- and she'll have to stop me and… she'll take you away from me." Sam gave him a confused look, but Johnny just reached down and took him by the hand, pulling him to his feet and towards the door.
"Whoa, wait." Sam said, pulling his hand from Johnny's grip. "I am not going out there wearing a towel." He said determinedly. Johnny glanced longingly toward the door, and then back at Sam.
"Get dressed… fast." He said. Sam grabbed his clothes out of the bathroom and began getting dressed as fast as he could.
"Who's coming." Sam asked, glancing worriedly at Dean.
"Kit… she'll look after him." Johnny said, noticing Sam's worry about Dean. "Please… we have to go." He said desperately. Sam took one final look at his brother as he finished getting dressed; taking Dean's hand for a moment while Johnny took another look at the door.
"Don't worry." He whispered softly. Then he was on his feet and moving, as if in a trance, away from his brother. Only this time it wasn't a trance. He was completely in control; he was about to leave his brother for a demon.
They ran as fast as they could from the motel room, getting clear not a moment too soon. Just a couple minutes after they had left, Kit arrived, bringing a sigh of relief from Sam. Then they were moving again, this time to Johnny's car. They both got in, Johnny behind the wheel, and then they drove, as far away from the motel as they could get without actually leaving the town
They got a room of their own. Both of them were too confused and exhausted by the goings on of the morning and the night before to really know what they were going to do. Another thing that confused Sam was Johnny's personality. He had expected Johnny to become the nice, sweet, good Johnny he had been when they had first met after having sex with him. Nevertheless, it seemed as if… well, he certainly wasn't the same young man he'd been during their 'date'. He did not, however, seem like any incubus Sam had encountered, not that he had encountered very many in his life; only one, actually, not counting Johnny. That one hadn't been gay.
"Do you love me?" He asked as Johnny rubbed his shoulders, trying to ease the tension out. He was sitting on the floor, with Johnny sitting on the bed behind him, both of them fully clothed. Neither of them felt any real need to get any more intimate then that right at that moment.
"Do you need to ask that?" Johnny asked. It wasn't the same way he'd have said it a couple of days earlier, on their first night together, but it had no less emotion behind it, even if it wasn't the same one. Sam suddenly moved forward, out of Johnny's reach, and then turned and looked up at the younger man, a confused look on his face.
"Do I love you?" He asked, sounding not unlike Johnny the day before when he was still going through what Sam had decided were 'sex withdrawals'. Johnny smiled down at him in a playful way, and Sam almost thought he was the same again. Almost. "How can you be sure?" He asked. "How can I be sure?" Johnny shrugged.
"I think you do." He said, leaning down and kissing Sam on the forehead. "Have you decided?" He asked. "What you're going to do, I mean." Sam furrowed his brow. Then he sighed and wrapped his arms gently around the younger man.
"Yes." He said softly, and kissed Johnny on the lips, letting the world melt away for a few moments, letting the consequences of his decision be forgotten.
A/N: And that's another chapter done. Not long till the end now. Like, one or two chapters more. And an epilogue. Maybe. So basically, two or three more updates, though when they'll happen, I've not a clue. Tell me what you think of this chapter; I had a lot of trouble with it, especially the fight scenes, and I hope it didn't show too much. Until next time, Cyas.
