Carry on My Wayword Son (for kitten)

[Lorie]

The ever dreaded tip foreward. Sam knew what that meant and had no desire to experience Crowley's firm hand on that portion of his rear. Still he was so weak from lack of food and sleep that the larger man could exactly fight either. Not with the straitjacket restraining him anyway. And probably not even with his arms free.

Then the demon pumbling his butt said something that put a little fight back into Sam Winchester. "I've been happy!" The brunette shot over his shoulder. He'd been happy may time over his, long feeling, short life. A part of the hunter's body in particular was rather happy with Crowley's hand stroking over his sensitive backside but Sam was going to ignore that, as much as he could, for the time being. "I'm just in a bad place right now." It seemed to be a never ending cycle though. Sam would find some way of obtaining peace then get thrown into misery once shortly there after.

The next question was expected but Sam didn't want to answer. Bacause this method did seem to be working. Lucifer was struggling to maintain his hold in Sam's messed up reality. Also because the first resident of hell was still present in the room with them. Though Lucifer appeared sheer with a bit of noise shuttering through his frame. Like a television with a poor connection. And Sam didn't want to even imagine what Crowley had in mind for 'stepping it up' as his ass was already sore enough to promise an uncomfortable rest of the day.

[Kitten]

Crowley considered the other, twirling the paddle in his hand as he looked the other over. After a moment he put the implement down. He was sincere in his desire to help Sam, but he felt like the other was on the cusp of breaking down, and the paddle maybe wasn't necessary. "A bad place?" He laughed a raspy laugh. "Moose," he brought his hand back down on the inflamed skin.

"Moose," he said again, tightening his grip on the slowly withering Hunter. "I don't think you really believe that. You might find something that makes you happy for a little while, but you're always on the precipice of disaster." His hand made quick circles over the warm skin, the color growing a deeper red.

"Can you still see him?" The demon King asked finally, hand still pursuing it's task of painting Sam's backside crimson.

[Lorie]

Maybe Crowley had a point with that. Ok, the demon was absolutely right in his assessment of Sam’s existence. Even as a child Sam Winchester had lived just on the edge of a new and fantastic breakdown. Having to always be strong while feeling a complete void within himself the youngest of the Winchester clan couldn’t even be sure what happiness was. That line of thought made Lucifer come back stronger. The flickering image of his personal hell became slightly more solid and his taunting face now rested just below Sam’s tear brimmed eyes.

“Just tell the usurper no.” the true king of demons encouraged, “tell Crowley that I’ve disappeared and he’ll go away.” Lucifer grinned sadly, “then I’ll make it all better.”

More lies from the fallen angel. Just like when they were in the pit. Lucifer seemed to always want Sam dependant on him. It was classic behavior of an abusive relationship. Isolate and confused the victim until they need their abuser for everything. Swallowing against the lump in his throat Sam shook his head softly. After a few shuttering breathes the hunter felt able to communicate vocally. “Nn...no. He’s still here.” Sam confirmed tensing against the restrains holding his arms. If he had that freedom back Sam figured he might be able to access some point of comfort and relieve the uncertainty he was drowning in.

[Kitten]

Crowley paused his punishing hand and began to soothingly stroke the others burning skin. "Alright," the demon said softly. It seemed that Sam was teetering on the edge of a breakthrough, and the King wanted to help him along. Never let it be said that the red eyed King of Hell didn't latch on to an opportunity when he had one. "I'm going to let you out of this now." He pulled on the straitjacket to indicate his intentions. "Don't think I can't get you right back into it if you don't behave Samantha, be a good girl now."

Slowly the straitjacket came off and Crowley started to help Sam sit up in his lap, he wanted to look into the others beautiful eyes and see how he was feeling. If the big hunter was beginning to appear exhausted, then maybe the King's method was having some effect on him. "Tell me what you see, there's a lad." He murmured gently to the other, smoothing his thumbs over Sam's heated face.

[Lorie]

The pull on the straitjacket and Crowley telling him that he was taking it off soothed the younger man slightly adding to the pain radiating off of his backside sent Lucifer flickering again. Once the restraints were off of him Sam’s long fingers flexed to re-circulate blood back into them. Hissing as he was sat back up onto the butt Crowley so efficiently tanned with his solid hand Sam nodded gently reeling back the outburst of emotions wanting to bubble out of him. “Still there.” he breathed closing omni colored eyes against the soothing thumbs caressing his face.

This should not feel so nice. Crowley was not just a demon. This is the new king of hell stroking Sam Winchester, Lucifer’s one true vessel, with gentle hands. Opening eyes that defy description the broken man spotted the paddle laying on the bed. “What’s that?” the whisper passed Sam’s lips before he could stop himself. “Ask nicely and I bet your new boyfriend will make it really difficult to sit by using that til you’re black and blue.” Lucifer teased directly into Sam’s ears to which the hunter shook his head. “Stop.” Sam breathed feeling his body grow heavy with fatigue, “I just want to rest.” he continued sinking limply against the man who held him. Pressing against his palm, where his scar marred the flesh, Sam closed his eyes again.

[Kitten]

Crowley gently carded his hand through the others thinning, sweat damp hair. Sam was so sick that it was nothing for the Demon King to lean back on the hospital bed and pulled the other to lay fully on top of him. The normally substantial Winchester barely even registered as weight to the brown haired man as he continued to soothe his hands over the others back. He wondered briefly how much of a fuss the big man would make if he tried to take him out of this cell, take him to the home the demon sometimes resided in here on Earth.

"That isn't anything to worry about Sam." The red eyed demon touched the paddle and it disappeared as swiftly as it had come, obviously the thing was too much to use on the poor tender man. "Still there hm?" Crowley looked around the room for inspiration, finally taking the others chin in his hand and pressing their lips together. "Let's try this for a little then." The dark eyed man started to slowly coax the others mouth open, running his hands down to ever so lightly tease at the others tormented backside.

[Lorie]

So tired was Sam that the change in position didn't even register. What did was a warmth spreading from his chest hearing Crowley say his name, actually call him Sam, in that dark buttery voice. A moan escaped the taller man when the demon's lips met his...and this would be the fourth demon you've made out with now Samuel! What the ever loving shit was wrong with this Winchester. No he couldn't be into angels like his brother. Sammy had to have a jones for demons. Still with Crowley's tongue in his mouth wrestling for dominance Sam would eventually give the world felt right.

More, with the demon king's hand applying pressure and reawakening the pain in his rear, while being kissed breathless Sam could not hear Lucifer's taunting voice. His hands had relaxed and one was traveling the side of a well tailored suit while the glided up into short dark hair. Tasting the expensive alcohol as his own tongue explored Crowley's mouth the unusually tall man couldn't seem to help but grin. Meg had coffee on her lips the few times they made out and, Ruby's mouth always tasted of french fries, but the warm bourbon of Crowley's breath reminded Sam of home. But didn't dredge up the hatred he felt whenever Sam thought of his dad and alcohol.

Pulling back just enough to break the kiss hazel eyes moved to meet Crowley's, hopefully not red, eyes. "He's gone." Sam announced with amazement in his voice, "Lucifer is gone." The world seemed to be stabilizing around him. For the first time in days Sam thought he could actually sleep. Of course right now that was the last thing Sam Winchester wanted to do. Particularly now that his...well a part of him was awake. It had been a while since Sam had been adventurous. A really long time since he'd bottomed with a man. Ruby was kind of a grab bag of kinks. "Sex does usually put me to sleep." Sam theorized aloud, "if it's like, really good."

[Kitten]

Crowley rested his hands on the seared flesh with a hum. "Does it now?" He chuckled low in his throat, resting a warm palm on the back of Sam's neck to help the other feel at ease, while keeping up his position of dominance. "That's good to know then little Hunter." The same hand that was resting on Sam's rear end moved back up to stroke his back again.

As much as he wanted to bend the other over this squeaky little cot and ram straight into that temptingly punished backside, the King of Hell was a demon of means and this wasn't the way he wanted his first time with the other to be. Crowley was also King of the long game, and ultimately he wanted the big Winchester to be well and eating out of his hand, his little pet to command.

"Alright pretty boy," the King turned his brown eyes down to look into the other hazel ones. "What do you say to a change of scenery? Surely you weren't consulted when they locked you up in this beige hell hole, pardon the pun." He laughed once more, hand sliding into the others hair to tilt his head up and press their lips together once more. "I'll be taking you home with me."

[Lorie]

Little hunter? Sam hadn’t been anything near little since he was fifteen but the endearment brought a smile to the weary man’s face. Crowley’s hand resting on the burning flesh of his butt added Sam’s lighter mood as it reminded him that this was all real.

The demon king’s next words threw that peace of mind right out the barred window. “Leave?” pushing himself up onto his elbows Sam Winchester glared at Crowley. With a subtle shake of still lush hair the younger man battled panic and anger. Letting anger win the fragile hunter rose fully, pulling his linen hospital pants up over still aching rear. Eye that seemed to shift between blue, green, brown, and every combination their of narrowed at Crowley, “Dean’s going to come back for me.” he stated with an edge in his tone, “I’m thankful for your help but I can’t leave.”

In Sam’s mind there was on option. He had to stay put. Dean and he had agreed that this was the best course of action to take until Sam was better. The little brother had, as always, faith his big brother hadn’t abandoned him. They had been on rocky ground since Sam sank into addiction but their were always brothers. That bond had never been truly broken. Not even when Sam ran away to Stanford.

[Kitten]

Crowley forced himself to remain sitting, affecting an easygoing attitude as he played lightly with the mattress under his hands. He gave Sam a patronizing look, but put his hands up in surrender. "Alright, alright." The Englishman said, placating. "If you really think this is the place for you to get better then so be it."

The demon patted the bed beside himself again, hoping to soothe the others fear. After all, Sam might reconsider his offer once the other had left and he was alone with Lucifer once more. Crowley's best chance, however, was if the Hunter truly had something to miss after he'd left.

"Stay here and wait to see if Dean comes back for you this time, by all means. Now why don't you come and lay back down with me, see if I can't take the sting out of the hiding I just gave you." Dark eyes looked up and offered the other a smile filled with the promise of lovely, filthy things to follow.