Fic: [vamp!Steve/demon!Jonah]
Title: none [I´m open to suggestions]
Author:jennamcquaid
Rating & Warnings: NC17 for m/m sexual situations, supernatural creatures, handcuffs, blood, rough sex, Crowley & I also might have killed CK, but I swear that was an accident...
Pairing/Characters: vamp!Steve/demon!Jonah, Crowley
Wordcount: 1.500
Disclaimer: This story is not true, completly made up and also utter fiction - just think of it as me taking my Steve and my Jonah doll to play at my friend Eric Kripke´s house...
Author´s Note: A lil while back kadams27 posted a close-up pic of Jonah on Twitter in which his eyes were demony black...while we were already discussing Steve´s vampire-ness. The next day she posted this picture:
and my imagination ran wild...
Summary: His eyes are black - and not just "lust-blown pupils taking over" black, more like "Hello, I´m your demon for the day and I will be taking over your body" black.
The guy had been pretty much eye-fucking Steve all throughout his second set, at one point even going so far as to let his tongue trail over the rim of his beer bottle in nothing but pure suggestion.
He isn´t exactly Steve´s type - not that he actually has a specific type, you don´t get to be 372 by being picky - but somehow that doesn´t seem to matter too much anymore when Steve finds himself leaning against the graffitied door of a bathroom-stall with his pants around his ankles and the guy going to town on his dick like it´s his favorite flavor of popsicle. Cheeks hollowed for the perfect suction, tongue circling over the crown, dipping into the slit to lick up the precome until he suddenly leans forward and Steve can feel the muscles in his throat relax as the guy all but swallows him whole.
Steve´s fingers skirt through the guys short hair, not finding anything to hold on to, but he seems to get the message anyway because he tilts his head up a little and slowly opens his eyes.
They are black - and not just "lust-blown pupils taking over" black, more like "Hello, I´m your demon for the day and I will be taking over your body" black.
But before Steve can process this, let alone do something about it, he´s taken out by a sudden sense of vertigo - only to find himself flat on his back on a somewhat shady hotel bed, his own hotel bed, his mind readily points out as soon as it recognizes the few of his belongings strewn across the room.
"What the fuck?" Steve grits out and tries to sit up, preferably kicking this little demon bastard across the room in the process but just then he feels his arms being yanked up by...something and a pair of handcuffs snapping shut across each wrist, securing him to the headboard. Stupid telekinetic motherfucker...
But then again..."I don´t know what they teach at demon school nowadays, but this..." Steve pulls on the cuffs just a little to make his point, letting the smirk on his face show off his extra-teeth "...is not gonna hold me back."
"I know." comes the answer, before the guy shoots forward and the next thing Steve is aware of is blinding pain that surges up and down his left arm to finally nestle in his shoulder. He looks down at where the pain is coming from. A stake...a fucking wooden stake...
"But a little Dead Man´s Blood should do the trick." And just like that the fact that his arm is pretty much out of commission is not the biggest problem anymore...
"What do you want?" Steve grits out, starting to feel light-headed already as the poison makes his way through his system.
"Oh, just the usual..." It´s not the guy still sitting poised across Steve´s thighs who says those words, it´s coming from the ratty armchair in the corner. "I´d like my old house back...I really liked that place. Some Scotch that doesn´t taste like piss would be nice too. Oh, and of course world peace..." The guy gets up from the chair and Steve recognizes him immediately - Crowley, king of hell and all around douchebag. "But from you and right now? I´d just like the bracelet."
Steve can´t help the puff of laughter that falls from his lips and he jiggles his right arm as much as possible, the impressive collection of jewelry tinkling. "Have to be a bit more specific than that..."
Crowley doesn´t look the least bit surprised, just motions to his henchman. "The Turquoise one"
The words make a lump of cold settle in Steve´s stomach. The turquoise bracelet is the only thing he still owns from before he was turned. He´s always known that it was special but to him it mostly holds a sentimental value. For a second he thinks about protesting, but a fresh surge of Dead Man´s Blood has him shivering and he decides that his life - okay, existence - is worth more to him than a little trinket. After all there is a high chance it´s fake anyway, the real one buried somewhere in the dessert of Oklahoma along with the guy Steve used to call his best friend.
As the demon leans forward to deftly unclasp the bracelet his jean clad thigh brushes over Steve´s still mostly hard dick and the hint of friction is enough to have the traitor twitch in interest. The guy smirks down at Steve for just a split second before he turns to his boss to toss him the piece of jewelry.
"Thank you...it was a pleasure doing business with you. And now I´ll leave you and Jonah to your 'reindeer games'." And with that Crowley disappears - leaving Steve alone with a demon that is slowly stripping out of his clothes.
"What the fuck are you doing?" And really, Steve should get these words tattooed on his forehead or something considering they are quickly becoming his new catchphrase.
"Well..." the demon - Jonah - grips the base of Steve´s cock, slowly stroking up. "...it would be a shame to let all of this go to waste, don´t you think?" Says the words and sinks down onto Steve´s dick in a movement so fast that Steve is sure the poor guy who´s meatsuit he´s wearing would be screaming in pain.
But the demon doesn´t seem to care, starting to slide up and down, the too-dry friction in combination with the poison crawling through his veins making Steve feel like he´s slowly being skinned alive.
"You know, he really likes you..." Jonah´s voice sounds perfectly even as he rides Steve´s cock, one of his hands reaching for the stake and twisting it painfully slow.
Steve winces at the pain, fights the nausea and forces "Who? Crowley?" from his lips.
There is a huff of laughter as the demon shakes his head. "Crowley really only loves himself...No, this guy right here..." He moves to sit upright, presenting the body he is wearing in all its naked glory. "He has a really cute little schoolboy crush on you. Has been to that bar every night, watching you from the back of the room, hard as steel in his too-tight hipster jeans, trying to gather up the courage to talk to you but always leaving alone, going back to his small studio apartment to jerk off to the thought of your strong hands playing his body like you play your guitar." He stretches forward again, slowly and sensual like a huge cat, his lips licking over the shell of Steve´s ear before he whispers "Your own personal groupie...that´s why I picked him..."
Jonah starts moving in earnest now, riding Steve hard, his hips moving in tight circles on every downward slide. "And you know what? When I showed him what you really are, it turned him on even more. Came like a fucking volcano with nothing but his own fingers up his ass to the thought of you sinking your teeth into his neck, sucking him dry like some sort of fucking 'True Blood' fantasy."
And that´s the moment a switch flips in Steve. He lets out an inhuman growl - coz, let´s face it, he hasn´t been human in closing on 350years now - and pulls his right arm forward, coming away with a piece of wooden headboard attached to his arm via the handcuffs. His left arm is still out cold - quite literally - but he doesn´t need it to pull Jonah down so he can do exactly what the demon was talking about - sink his teeth into his neck and drink down the sweet blood.
There is just the slightest hint of sulfur, reminding Steve that this guy is not just a weak human but a demon strong enough to stop him if he wasn´t at least a tiny bit into this.
Which he is - judging by the sudden wetness on Steve´s shirt and the way the guys channel clamps down around Steve´s dick.
His own orgasm hits Steve out of nowhere - no built-up, just a sudden high that has his body arching of the bed and his teeth sinking that little bit deeper into Jonah´s throat, a new wave of delicious blood washing over him before he´s kicked into unconsciousness seconds later.
When he comes to again, both of his arms are free, no sign of the handcuffs anywhere. The stake is gone as well, leaving behind a gaping hole in Steve´s shoulder - that Jonah is currently licking clean...
As soon as the demon notices that Steve´s awake, he sits up again, licking his lips like a cat. "I don´t know why you vamps are so picky about your food. Tastes just fine to me." He brushes his swollen and bloody lips to Steve´s for just a split second before mumbling "See you around, Stevie." and vanishing into thin air.