The hunter hesitated before making his decision. If he didn't finish this deal Dean would end up in Hell with him. If he did finish this deal, both of his boys would end up in Hell with him. The odds were not in his favor. Then again, they never were. John growled and leaned closer to the demon before pressing his lips to the other's. The taste of salt and the smell of smoke invaded his senses as he pulled back, a cringe present on his face. Azazel, on the other hand, was ecstatic. A small smile was spread across his lips as he giggled like he had just had his first kiss. John used the opportunity to get up and away from the other but found that he couldn't stand up. Not only was Azazel keeping him there, but the flames had gotten close enough for John to see the small embers that fell from them. The flames swirled in excitement, dancing at John's downfall.
"Your debt is almost repaid, but that doesn't mean you can move just yet," The prince smirked, fist still firmly balled up in John's shirt. The hunter just sighed, watching the flames flicker around them. Azazel seemed to notice his staring and looked in the same direction, fully expecting to see a spectator from the pit. Instead, a wall of his own flames was the center point of John's attention. A few moments ago, the hunter had feared those flames. Now he seemed intrigued by them. What John was not intrigued by, however, was how much he was still injured. The prince lightly tugged at his hunter's shirt to get his attention, earning only a quick glance. He tried again, free hand moving up to cup John's cheek, turning his face towards his own.
"My eyes are over here y'know," He joked, chuckling a bit as John shook his head.
"What, you want another one?"
"Are you offering?"
The hunter looked into the other's eyes as he thought, trying to think of an answer that would provide the most shock. He had to be caught off guard. Azazel seemed to notice this and began rubbing his thumb over John's cheek, stubble poking at the rough skin. The flames lowered in concern, only emitting a small amount of light to provide a bit of privacy. It wasn't long before his hand was taken off of the other and pinned to the ground below. A giggle left the prince as he pulled his hunter closer by his shirt.
"You're still bleeding Johnny, if you're gonna start pinning me down I at least want to help you," Azazel was genuinely concerned now. He didn't want John to pass out, not in the pit. The hunter was still human after all. Azazel tried shifting to a more comfortable position despite the hand holding his arm down and the sharp nails jabbing into his ribs.
"Also, please take your fingers out of my ribcAGE-" A small yelp escaped the demon's lips as John dug his fingers into the other's ribs, the flames around them jumping and flickering. He let out a small whine as John laughed.
"Aww, your flames jump when you do!" The condescending tone from the hunter made Azazel reconsider healing him. The demon could easily overpower John if he needed to, but he was willing to let the hunter have a bit of fun. Especially since it gave Azazel a chance to do the same.
"Wow, it's like I control them with my mind, good observation Johnny!" He shot back, twirling his fingers as if to show the hunter how they work, the flames twirling in response. John rolled his eyes, moving his free hand away from the demon's ribs and to the chilling ground of the pit. He hadn't realized how warm Azazel truly was. The pit felt like ice compared to him. Maybe it was just the flames.
"You said you'd heal me?" The hunter gave in, now noticing that the flames had gotten smaller from Azazel's silence. The demon looked John up and down from the ground, eyes lingering on the hunter's lips before nodding.
"You'll have to let my hand go, but I'll let you put it back if you're nice~" Azazel commented before John's lips once again crashed onto his own. So the hunter was treating this like a deal. Interesting. The demon wasn't about to start complaining though, raising his hand to each one of John's wounds. He carefully pressed at each one, running his fingers up and around them until they closed. Each press earned a small gasp and wince from John who returned the favor by making the kiss rougher. The demon chuckled into the kiss, moving the hand from John's arms to meet with the other at his chest. He pulled away for a moment, leaving John confused.
"This might hurt, so be prepared," Azazel leaned back up, lightly pressing his lips to John's as his flames grew higher, small embers flicking off of them. His hands ran over the deeper scratches, John's hands finding their way to rest on Azazel's waist. A pained gasp from John followed by a small squeeze on the other's waist urged the prince to heal these wounds quickly. He'd have to be careful about scratching the hunter to avoid things like this. The flames crackled around the two as more sounds of pain echoed through the pit. Once the scratches had closed, Azazel raised a warm hand to cup John's cheek, the other gathering the fabric of his hunter's shirt again. John pulled away from the kiss immediately, pinning the other down as the flames danced over his face.
"I don't even get a thank you?" Azazel pressed his luck, smirking and tugging softly at his hunter's shirt. John narrowed his eyes at the demon below him before turning to look at the flames. The other's eyes widened in understanding as a smile spread across his lips. The kiss was the thank you. The two stayed in the silence for a while before John got curious.
"What you said about my boys, about them coming down here," Azazel could hear the worry in his voice. He had sold his soul for Dean, after all. Little to his knowledge, Dean would do the same for Sam in just a few short months. The demon looked up at his hunter and nodded, urging John to continue.
"They do it of their own free will, well, mostly of their own free will." Azazel smirked, excited to see the other's reaction.
"You already own my soul, do you need my boy's too?!" Reflections of the flames flickered in John's eyes as his anger began to show through once again. Azazel's smirk widened into a sinister smile as he let a giggle slip through his lips.
"I just need Sammy to win my lil' game, that's all." A chuckle escaped the demon's lips as his hunter began to get angry again. He was too easy to rile up and Azazel was going to get as much fun out of him as possible.
"And then? Your children are gone Azazel, what could you possibly do to mine?" The hunter spoke through gritted teeth, jaw clenched as he tried to suppress his anger. John wasn't going to let the other get to him. Not this time. But they both knew his attempts were useless.
"I'll make sure they're well taken care of Johnny. I could let you torture the boys yourself if you'd like. Bet they'd just love to see what their daddy has become."
"Shut up you bastard!" John was boiling with rage now, eyes fixed on the demon below him. The hunter's hand returned to Azazel's throat, squeezing it tightly as he pushed the other into the ground. John's lips were on his in an instant. It wasn't out of passion, or to make a deal of any kind. No, this was purely out of hatred. The two stayed like this for a while, teeth gnashing and lips crashing against the other's roughly. John was the first to break the kiss, panting as he attacked Azazel's neck. The hunter bit down on the tender flesh, a smile tugging at his lips as the demon tilted his head back with a whimper. The other's hands found their way to John's hair, tugging it as each bite was followed by rough kisses to the now sensitive skin. Azazel got to work unbuttoning John's flannels, throwing the layers to the side without care as John did the same to him. His face flushed at the treatment, making his flames rise and crackle with excitement. Small embers fell around the two as their hands explored each other, leaving bruises and hickeys in their wake.
"You treat everyone like this, or were you saving it for me~?" Azazel smirked, moving his hips up to meet with John's as he teased his hunter.
"Saved it just for you, Yellow eyes."
His hips were quickly pinned down by John's hands, fingers digging into them. The demon chuckled, one hand still gripping John's hair as the hunter returned to biting his neck and chest. Azazel bit back a moan as John's kisses returned to his lips. The hunter's fingers dug into anything they could reach. Down his spine, between his ribs, traced over muscles and pressed into soft flesh. The prince pulled away from the kiss, pushing at John's chest to give him some space.
"W-we really doin' this?" Azazel cringed as he stuttered, turning his head away from the hunter above him.
"Are you alright if we do?" John asked as if concerned. A small smile and nod from the prince made the hunter lean close to his ear.
"Then stop interrupting." He ordered as Azazel smirked, arching his back when John's hands fiddled with his belt so their chests were pressed against each other. A harsh smack on his thigh caught the demon off guard, a small yelp escaping his throat. His face flushed as small embers fell from the flames, eyes glaring at the hunter above him. Azazel tugged John's head back and bit at his neck, causing a few moans to slip past the hunter's lips. He'd have to make a mental note of that. John's hands had traveled down to Azazel's thighs, his jeans tossed to the side to join the growing pile of clothing. The two were getting antsy now, fingers fumbling to take off as much as possible. The demon moved his hands to cup his hunter's face, but John had a different idea. He took his belt and quickly wrapped it around Azazel's wrists, holding them above his head. He had almost forgotten that this was to seal a deal. There definitely wasn't any other motive behind this. Well, maybe not on John's side of things. The embers coming off of Azazel's flames made him zone out for a bit before realizing John was staring. He winked at the hunter, a small spark of fire circling around the two as he did.
"Didn't take you for anything but the vanilla type, John~"
"Don't call me that, you son of a bitch." Nails dug into the prince's sides, making him squirm as a knee was placed between his thighs. John wrapped his arms around Azazel and sat up, placing the demon in his lap as he did so. Azazel whined, draping his arms over John's shoulders as the hunter gripped his hips roughly. The demon moved a hand down to stroke his dick but it was pulled away by the belt still around his wrists. John smirked, bringing a hand up to lightly trace the demon's lips. Azazel took the cue, opening his mouth to lick and suck on two of the fingers without a word.
"Good boy, don't even need me to tell ya what to do." The hunter placed a dry kiss on the prince's forehead as a glare was aimed towards him. Azazel moved back to speak but was met once again by John's fingers being shoved into his mouth. The demon sighed, closing his eyes as John's hands ghosted over his skin. A harsh hand squeezed his thigh, sending a shiver down the prince's spine as he whined. John took his fingers out of the other's mouth, hand reaching down to stroke his dick.
"I could've just-" Azazel started but was replaced with a whimper when a harsh smack came down on his thigh.
"You're mean Johnny," The prince pouted, shifting a bit to grind his hips against the hunter's thigh.
"Think of it as karma Azzy~" John smirked, holding Azazel's hips in place and shaking his finger. Another whine came from the demon as he leaned forward, placing quick kisses on John's chest and neck. He was getting needy and the other knew it. Hell, that's exactly what he wanted. Azazel pressed himself as close as possible to John, feeling the hunter lift him by his hips. A smile spread across the demon's lips as he leaned close to the hunter's ear.
"Wow, no prep or anything, how considerate," He joked, biting his lip as the other pushed into him, a soft moan slipping through his lips. He wiggled his hands in an attempt to surprise the hunter with their heat. John smirked, snapping his hips up into the other while Azazel struggled to free his hands from the belt. The demon bit his lip harder, whines of frustration mixing with whimpers from John's thrusts. A hand moved from the demon's hips to rest on the belt, lifting it up above the other's head.
"Take this off for-" A rough hand squeezed Azazel's throat in an instant, his breath hitching as a whimper threatened to escape his throat.
"Ask nicely and I might help you." The stern voice sent a shiver down the demon's spine. The quick thrusts had stopped, all attention focused on the prince now.
"Please let me use my hands Johnny," Azazel pouted, rolling his hips to tease John. The hand on his hip tightened as the hunter's fingers dug into the soft flesh.
"Doesn't really look like you need them Princy," John chuckled at the glare shot his way before continuing, "but you did ask nicely."
The second his hands were freed, Azazel wrapped them around John's neck, pulling him in for a rough kiss. The hunter's hands returned to the demon's hips, his own moving in quick, sharp thrusts. He felt Azazel try to squeeze his thighs shut, hips eagerly moving to match his own. John's hand dipped down to spread the other's legs, a soft caress along his thigh helping the demon relax. Azazel pulled away from the kiss, panting as he placed his forehead on John's. The arms around the hunter's neck moved to cling to his back. Sharp claws left long scratches in their wake as John wrapped his hand around Azazel's member, stroking him tortuously slow. The demon squirmed in his grasp, desperate for any friction he could get as small tears threatened to spill at any moment.
"Look at you, coming undone at the seams over the guy who wanted you dead. I hunted you for decades to make you hurt like I did. And here you are, clinging to me just like her." John watched as Azazel arched into him, tears running down the demon's cheeks as he came.
"Good boy, I should compare you to Mary more often." The hunter's thrusts quickened before he spilled inside of the demon. The pair held each other, panting as each tried to catch their breath. John was the first to move, laying Azazel on his back before slowly pulling out, the demon's legs shaking.
The prince's arms pulled him closer, legs tightly wrapped around John's waist silently being him to stay. The hunter chuckled, running his hands over the demon to soothe him, treading lightly over the new bruises and bite marks. Azazel stayed quiet, eyes closed as he traced over the scratches on John's back and humming when the hunter reached his neck. He didn't linger for very long, prying the demon off of him as he went to collect their clothes. Azazel followed him, tripping over his feet a few times as he walked. He collapsed into John's back, feeling the hunter turn to cover him with heavy fabric. The prince sighed, content as he slipped into the shirt, and the rest of his clothes, with a smile.
The flames around them were calm now, embers dying out as ashes floated above the two. John turned to look at Azazel once more, the demon twirling as he watched the shirt lift up in the air before noticing his hunter's stares. The demon- no, his demon, opened his arms, making small grabbing motions as he waited for John, bright yellow eyes full of hope. In that moment, Azazel had never looked more like Mary, and John was never one to turn her down.
