God dammit, Remy's head was throbbing. He tried his best to ignore it as he tossed his head to get his hair back out of his face. None of the pain showed on the outside, he knew. He'd long ago perfected that mask. It helped him to keep the sneer in place now as he looked at the seven men – demons – that held him. The idiots. They kept hitting him and demanding answers and flashing those black eyes at him like they expected it to scare him.
As if to prove that point, one of them backhanded him hard enough that Remy felt his cheek cut across his teeth. "What are you?" The guy demanded. That seemed to be a popular question. Right up there with 'Who do you work for?'
They weren't all that fond of Remy's rather sassy answers.
A quick check with his tongue showed that, yeah, he was bleeding. Remy gathered up blood and spit and turned just enough to spit down onto the ground near one of the demon's feet. Then he tossed his head again and smirked up at them. "If y' wanted t' play, mes amis, all y' had t'do was ask." Tugging on the strange metal cuffs that were holding his hands behind the back of this strange metal chair, which was bolted down to the ground, he adjusted himself just enough that he could add a sultry little twist to his body. "Sometimes Remy likes t'play. If'n y' ask nicely."
Another blow caught him across the other side of the face.
Remy spat more blood before smiling brightly. "Now dat aint very nice. We gotta work on y'r manners, cher."
"Laugh all you want." One of the demons told him. He was a taller one, built kind of like a body builder, and his hand was rough when it gripped Remy's hair and yanked his head back so he was forced to look up at him. The demon sneered down at him. "You will tell us what you are. And we're going to have a lot of fun getting it out of you. By the time we're done, you'll tell us everything. What you are, who created you, what you're doing here."
These guys had a long way to go before they started to scare him. He knew they were demons; he'd known that the first time their eyes flashed black. Spencer and the others had told him plenty about demons. He'd listened to Spencer talk plenty of times after he read some of Bobby's books and demons had been one of the subjects. Contrary to what people back home might've thought, Remy wasn't stupid, and he wasn't slow. He had a quick mind that retained a lot more than people gave him credit for.
Running his tongue over his lips, Remy pulled out his most insolent, dirty smirk, the one that always seemed to annoy people and turn them on all at the same time. "Promises, promises, cher. Y' just gonna keep standin' round talkin' dirty, or y' plannin' on havin' a little fun?" He laid the accent on extra thick, giving his words a dirtier edge.
His hair was released and the demon took a step back. In his hand he was suddenly holding a rather wicked looking knife. "Let's see how long you keep laughing, kid, once I start carving through that pretty skin of yours."
Something over Remy's link with Spencer came flaring to life and the Cajun couldn't stop the wide, genuine grin that split over his face. He'd known from the instant these demons grabbed him that his partner would come for him. Spencer always came for him, just as he always came for Spencer. Nothing kept them apart. With angels on his side to help, it made sense that Spencer would get here even faster.
When Remy looked up again he could see the demons all watching him with worry. They could see his grin, see how broad it was, how real, and it was worrying them. Ha! Good. They deserved it. Remy let that grin grow and adopted a sort of sing-song voice as he told them "Y'r gonna be sor-ry."
"What're you talking about?" One of the demons growled out. He grabbed Remy's hair again and yanked on it, forcing their faces close. "What did you do?"
The air around them seemed to crackle and Remy's grin broadened. "Y' know, y' made a mistake when y' took me. See, y' did de same t'ing everyone else does. Y' looked at m' partner an y' t'ought he was jus' not'ing. Dat he was too weak to ever be a t'reat." The crackling grew and the lights over them started to flicker and waver. Rage and fear both were flooding the bond as well as wave after wave of love. Remy let out a low, dirty chuckle. "Dat was y'r mistake. Y' took Remy, cher. An dere aint not'ing out dere dat pisses Spencer off quicker dan takin' dose he loves. Trust me, he's nice and sweet most of de time. Mais when y' mess with dose he loves… dere aint nowhere y'r gonna be able t' hide dat he aint gonna find y'." Pressing his head up, Remy let his grin turn sharper and a whole lot more dangerous. "An Remy's gonna enjoy watching as he fries y'r ass."
The light overhead exploded and the light of the room dimmed, just barely lit from the small windows up towards the top. It didn't matter – a second later they had an entirely different light source.
The doors at the far end of the room snapped open and in came the most beautiful sight. No matter how many times Remy saw it, he would never be able to get over just how gorgeous his partner looked when he let go like this. When he stopped holding back.
Spencer came stalking into the room with enough power in him to fuel a few cities. HE was a Summers, after all, and all their powers had proved to be rather dangerously strong. Not many people realized just how strong Spencer actually was. He didn't often show it like he was doing now. Right now, Remy watched the air spark around him, the waves of energy almost visibly pouring off of him. His eyes were lit with it, the fireworks show that Remy so loved in full bloom, sparking so fast the colors were almost blending together. He looked dangerous and kind of other-worldly, and beyond hot. Remy shifted a little in his seat and told himself that getting turned on right now was wildly inappropriate.
Stuck in this bolted down chair, with one demon still holding his hair, there was nothing Remy could do but watch as the six other demons rushed Spencer – and the Winchesters, he saw. They'd come in behind his partner.
Not that they held his attention for long. Spencer spread his hands and a long bar of blue electrical light formed into two perfect looking escrima sticks. Remy enjoyed fighting with the Bo, it was his weapon of choice, but once he started teaching Spencer his partner's preference seemed to be for the two shorter escrima sticks instead of the longer Bo.
None of the awkward looking genius showed now as Spencer started to twist and turn and fight with a deadly grace that had begun with lessons from Scott and Alex, improved with training by Logan and even Ororo, and then fine-tuned by Remy. So many different teachers gave Spencer one hell of a fighting style and rage only helped to back that. Remy watched as Spencer kicked ass. Vaguely, he noted that Sam and Dean had taken out three of the demons with some knife and strange silver blade.
Then Sam shouted out Spencer's name and drew their attention. "Spencer!" he called. Over the noise and the fighting, he pointed to one wall where Remy could see strange sigils painted in blood. He'd noticed those earlier but hadn't known what they were for. Spencer apparently did. He growled and flung a hand out and a bolt of pure electrical energy snapped into the sigil and cracked straight through the wall.
The next instant Remy found out what exactly that thing had done. It had to have kept the angels out, because now that it was gone both Castiel and Gabriel were there and things suddenly got very bright as Remy witnessed them… that had to be smiting. They were smiting the demons. Jesus, when had his life become so biblical and fucking weird?
Remy was jerked away from his thoughts of the angels in all their glory and brought back to someone else in his glory. Somehow Spencer had ended up right in front of Remy and the demon still holding him and, oh damn, did he look pissed. And sexy. Way, way too sexy. Remy bit his bottom lip as he looked Spencer over with heated eyes. His boy was dirty from fighting, his shirt partially untucked, his hair loose and wild around his face, and there was a smear of something that looked like blood over his left cheek. His eyes were like the fourth of July and either he himself or the sticks he still held were exuding such energy it had the hairs on Remy's arms standing up.
"I'm only going to say this once." Spencer said flatly, those electric eyes locked on the demon behind Remy. "Let go of him. Now."
The demon didn't listen, of course. "What the hell are you two?" It demanded. The grip in Remy's hair tightened and bordered on actually painful. He made a small sound, low in his throat, and Spencer's eyes flashed to him. Remy ignored the twitch in certain parts of his body as that gaze raked over him, the heat in it almost palpable, mixing in with the sensation of having his hair yanked.
Spencer's eyes snapped back up to the demon. Or, more accurately, to the knife that had appeared. The sharp edge of it pressed against Remy's exposed throat. "Back off." The demon snarled out.
Somewhere off behind Spencer the rest of the fighting had stopped and Remy knew that the two angels over there weren't exactly going to let anything happen. What he hadn't expected was for Gabriel to call out "Spencer, there's no soul in there. It's just him. The soul passed on."
A smile that very rarely ever made an appearance on Spencer now curved over his lips and had Remy biting back a moan. Jesus! His partner looked dangerous and fucking sexy right now. "I know." Spencer said. When the hell had he learned to make his voice a purr like that? Holy shit.
The sticks in Spencer's hands vanished and he lifted up one of his now free hands and held it out. The knife pressed a bit closer, a thin line of blood building on Remy's throat, and he gave a soft whine when he saw Spencer's eyes flash at that.
Then, the knife fell away, and the demon behind Remy began to scream.
The grip in Remy's hair was gone. He heard a thump and knew that the demon had hit the ground. Whatever Spencer was doing to him, he was screaming still, great gasping screams that echoed off the walls. Then it cut off abruptly. A second later the demon came floating past Remy, wrapped up in bands of Spencer's blue energy, to be brought over to drop to the ground in front of the Winchesters and the angels, all of whom were staring at Spencer. "Would you mind speaking with him and perchance finding out why exactly they thought to take my partner? I don't entirely trust myself to ask the right questions right now."
"You got it, kid." Dean said.
That was all the time Spencer wasted. In a flash Spencer had dropped all the energy he held and he was rushing forward. He didn't go immediately to let Remy go. No, he went right to him and almost climbed into his lap to grab hold of Remy's face and kiss him like he was starving for it. Remy tugged against the cuffs holding him and rolled his body up while he kissed back with everything he had in him. Their emotions rolled back and forth between them. He could feel Spencer's love and his fear and his relief, just as he knew Spencer could feel his love in return, as well as his arousal.
It was a joke back home that neither Spencer or Remy were allowed to fight together on missions or be allowed too close to one another after a fight was done. Not after that time that Remy had been beaten up by some FOH bastards and Spencer had jumped in to help him. The two had ended up bruised, bloody, and Remy had practically jumped Spencer. The team had found them with Remy pinning Spencer to a bit of broken wall and his hands on Spencer's ass. They would've seen a lot more if their uniforms had left any easy way to do it. After that, though, Scott had banned them from being too close together until they could get somewhere private. Which was fine, really. It just gave Remy time to let it build and simmer until he could take Spencer to their room. And it wasn't like Spencer was out on missions with them all that often anyways.
But right now there was nothing to stop them. Nothing important, at least, not in Remy's mind. He just had the aches in his body, the cuffs on his wrists, the scent of his own blood, and a lapful of gorgeous, dangerous, amazing Spencer, and Remy would dare anyone not to take full advantage of that. Or beg to have advantage taken of them.
Their kiss wasn't soft and gentle. It was a battle of tongues and teeth that Remy was more than happy to lose to.
When they pulled apart, they both shifted so that they could place their foreheads together. "Don't do that to me again." Spencer warned him lowly. "You scared me."
"Wasn't exactly somet'ing Remy planned, mon amour."
"I don't care. I have a new rule – you're not allowed to get kidnapped anymore. I don't want to feel like that again."
Remy snorted and wiggled himself just a little under Spencer just for the sheer pleasure of it. "Don't t'ink either one of us can make a promise like dat. We tend t' attract trouble, eh cher? It just seems t' find us."
A soft groan told him that his little wiggles were having the desired effect. "Remy…"
"Set me free, Penny." Remy purred at him. He rolled his hips up, eyes flashing up at Spencer. "C'mon now. Unhook de cuffs."
Oh, hell. Was there anything more beautiful than the way that Spencer looked now, still all disheveled and with his eyes flashing with the arousal that Remy was pumping over to him? The Cajun watched his partner slide off of him and move around to squat down behind the chair and free him from the cuffs. It took a moment of lock-picking before Spencer got him free. Remy waited only long enough for Spencer to rise before he struck. His hand snaked out and grabbed hold of Spencer and yanked him right back down into his lap. Only this time, Spencer was draped over it, legs over one arm of it and his upper half held up on the other side by Remy's arm. One of Remy's hands fisted into Spencer's hair and yanked him in for another sharp, biting kiss that Spencer met him for, giving just as good as he got.
It never failed to make Remy grin when he got Spencer like this. The usually shy part of his partner was lost underneath the waves of lust that circled on their link. It blinded him so much he forgot about the others in the room. Remy forgot about them too for a moment, perfectly content to kiss Spencer like they were in some sort of battle of their own, hands clawing at one another and dragging each other close. He was holding Spencer tight and Spencer's hands had come up to grip Remy's hair on either side of his face and hold him close.
Then Dean's voice broke through and reminded them both just where they were. "Jesus, guys. Can't you at least wait until we get back to the motel? Or, you know, not in front of us? I don't wanna see that."
Breaking their kiss, Remy grinned up at him. "Den don't look."
"Dude," Dean drawled the word out and managed to pack a whole lot of meaning into it. The way he looked at them, eyes running over them and then up to their faces, made it clear what he thought not only of them making out, but of them doing it while they were here, like this.
Really, he should've realized by now that Remy had no shame, and that he wasn't afraid to say or do just about anything.
"What?" Remy arched an eyebrow at him. "Y' grow up de way I do and y' either go one of two ways, cher. Either y' turn real gentle, not wantin' no pain whatsoever, or y' learn t' enjoy it. In Remy's world, pain an pleasure went hand in hand. After a while, de lines get blurred till y' can't really tell dem apart no more." His grin turned dirty once more while his eyes ran over Spencer. "Makes t'ings more fun, anyways. Aint dat right, bébé?"
Sadly, Spencer seemed to have used that time to gather himself a little. There was still the razor sharp edge of dangerous lust bleeding along their link that Remy knew could be easily fanned if he so chose. But he was pushing himself up and straightening his clothes out as his eyes went to fix on the others. "Did he say what they wanted?" Even his voice was sharp. There was a prickle of power on his skin when he looked to where the demon was now lying a little ways away, most definitely not alive.
"Apparently there's rumors of some new trouble." Gabriel told them. His own eyes were flashing in a way Remy found he liked. Apparently he wasn't the only one to get turned on by a little danger. Gabriel looked back at the body and then back to them. "One of them caught a glimpse of Remy's eyes and they decided to take him to try and figure out if he was a part of it."
The little growl that rumbled through Spencer had Remy thinking dirty thoughts, as well as making a mental note that maybe his partner had been spending just a little bit too much time with the Wolverine. "We should clear out of here. Just in case they were smart enough to call out for backup."
He pushed his way up off of Remy's lap and gave one last look around the room. The furious way he looked at everything made it clear just how he felt about these idiots. Remy shared the sentiment. But he liked it even more when Spencer's heated gaze ran over him. "How badly are you hurt?"
"Pfft." Remy snorted and waved a hand. He was careful to keep his sleeve over his wrist, though.
The sparks in Spencer's eyes flashed again. Clearly, he wasn't buying that dismissive noise. He knew Remy just a little too well.
"I'll be fine, cher." Remy reassured him. Then he gave him a wink. "Y' can check Remy over later all y' want."
"Do you ever think of anything but sex?" Spencer asked dryly.
That had Remy throwing his head back to laugh. "With y' around? Never! Especially not now. Y' got no idea how good y' look when y'r pissy like dis, mon amour. Stupid people always underestimate y'."
"To their detriment." Sam called out.
Leaning against his mate, Gabriel grinned. "It's always the quiet ones that are the most dangerous. Remind me not to piss you off, kiddo. You kicked some ass."
All the compliments were making Spencer blush. It was adorable, especially in contrast with the still heated look that he was wearing and the air of dangerous energy that felt like an open threat in the air. All it would take was one wrong spark to set him off again. He was still riding the adrenaline of finding Remy. Such an interesting contradiction to the shyness that showed in that blush. That was Spencer, though. An amazing, amusing, beautiful, wonderful contradiction. A puzzle that Remy wanted to spend the rest of his life figuring out.
"Come on." Spencer said, turning away from them to hide his blush. "I'd like to get out of here before we test our luck further. I'd like to avoid police if someone happened to see or hear any of that."
Still, he didn't move until Remy's hand was firmly held in his.