AN: Ok, this is not too squicky, but this pairing tends to be a little hardcore, right? So if demon and Dean sexual relations are not what you are looking for, press the back button.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, Eric Kripke does.

It’s you and me, Deano, for all of eternity.

Dean shudders as the slick voice slithers its way through his head. Just the thought of the demon touching his body makes Dean ill. The idea of Alastair’s artistic hands running down his sides makes him want to retch.

And sometimes the image of it makes him hard.

After so much pain, so much torture, day after day, Dean at least has that image in his head. That shameful, disgusting image of sleek hands sliding down his naked form. Dean can’t forget how Alastair runs his hands through his blood at the end of the day, of how the demon licks him clean while his body heals.

Dean can’t forget the smile on the demon’s shadowy face while it made pictures in the blood on Dean’s stomach.

You’ll never leave me, right?

Oh….and that tongue. Like a fucking snake, making its way up and down his chest, dipping into cuts and tears as he moaned loudly. It felt so good to be doing something other than wailing until his voice box broke.

Dean hates it. He hates Alastair because he taunts him with relief, with some damned salvation. And now here he is, watching the demon’s tongue skirt around his bloodied cock, slowly, circling closer and closer until Dean is sweating from anticipation.

Dean vaguely notes his own blood coating Alastair’s nose. The crimson color is a splash of brilliant red in the otherwise gray, miserable darkness of the pit.

The demon knows what Dean wants, and of course he won’t give. So he pulls away and sneers up at the gasping soul on his rack and laughs. “Just say the word, Dean, and you can have it all.”

Dean replies with a simple ‘fuck you’, causing the creature beside him to laugh harder. “Oh, Deano,” Alastair sighs laughingly, “maybe some other time. You don’t look…all together right now.”

Dean snarled at him. “I wonder why, you fucking prick!”

A sick giggle tumbled out of Alastair’s mouth, causing Dean to tense automatically. Dean knew that mouth -he knew it oh so well. Sliding over his chest, his fingers, his cock…

Biting, marking, and bruising.

With me Dean, you’ll never be alone. Ever again.

Dean looks down his broken body, into the dark eyes of the creature before him. It is contemplating him silently, waiting, forever waiting to hear the word ‘yes’. Exhaling softly, Alastair whispers, “Just a simple word, Dean. I know you can say it, and I know you want to say it. Haven’t you suffered enough decades?”

Dean wants to close his eyes, but his lids are still healing back to normal. He could say it…it would be so, so incredibly simple. No more pain, no more humiliation. The end of it all.

“But Sam will-” Dean began to say.

“Sam will never know, Dean.” There was a smile on Alastair’s face. “I won’t tell him if you don’t.”

“But…”

The demon scoffs as he strokes the fully healed member of his favorite toy. He delights in watching the soul break out in a sweat of passion. If he could love, he would love these moments alone with the ex-hunter. However, Alastair does not love, so he lusts after Dean to the best of his demonic ability.

He never wants to see the soul go. Rumor was that an angel was making its way through the pit, searching for this broken soul. His fist tightened on Dean’s cock as he thought of the angel taking his toy away. The soul gasped out in pain and pleasure in response.

Dean belongs to Alastair, and that wasn’t going to fucking change any time soon.

Romantic love is possessive, but possessiveness is not love, the demon mused.

“But nothing, Deano. I can give you everything if you just walk off this rack. Start tearing and shredding souls. I’ll teach you how. I’ll be there to hold your hand, princess.”

Dean felt the want to accept growing. Why should he suffer for all eternity?

Can you stay here with me? Forever?

The demon eyed Dean darkly. This process was too slow. Dean was a stubborn ass. Of course, Alastair would not have him any other way. Where would the fun be in that? He had broken so many souls, and so easily. Dean was a challenge, and for that Alastair wanted him more.

He wanted him to accept his offer, to be his partner in crime for the rest of their days in hell, which would of course be forever if Alastair had his way.

He climbed on the rack so that he was above the almost completely healed soul. Dean was panting still, his member hard from Alastair’s constant, teasing touches. Running his hand down Dean’s chest, he whispered mockingly, “Look at you Dean. Do you think anyone above would recognize you as you are now? Sam does not care about you, Dean. It is time to give up. To give in to this.”

With that said, Alastair lowered his mouth to Dean’s neck and bit down, causing Dean to arch up into him. The demon’s teeth sunk into his neck, causing blood to well up and dribble down his neck.

The warm wet tongue that licked at the blood was rough against the wound, but arousing all the same. Hands were everywhere, stroking, gripping, and caressing. No part of Dean had ever been safe from Alastair, why would it be any different now?

Alastair rose up to tongue Dean’s ear slowly, causing the soul to shiver. “It’s just one word, Dean baby, you can do it,” Alastair groaned.

Their hips were undulating together slowly, the friction between them a slow burn. Dean could close his eyes now, so he did. If he could have, he would have imagined anyone else doing this to him, man or woman, he didn’t care.

But he couldn’t because this fucking demon was in his head and he wasn’t leaving anytime soon.

Dean rattled the chains that held his hands down. With a grunt of effort, he tried to pull his hands out of them, so that he could hold on to the body above him. “Let me out of these,” he gasped urgently.

Alastair was busy licking his clavicle, and ignored the soul’s plea. After leaving a satisfactory bloody bruise, he moved down to Dean’s nipples, hastily sucking one into his mouth, biting it harshly. Dean cried out, a mix of pleasure edged with pain.

After all, Alastair was good at using his teeth for things.

Alastair slid his tongue down to Dean’s navel, swirling around it before moving on down. Once he hit the triangle of hair, Dean’s eyes came wide open and he bucked his hips up in some sort of desperation.

“Ugh…pl…please,” Dean gasped loudly, hating himself.

“Please what?” Alastair taunted, his mouth hovering over Dean’s erection.

“Suck me,” Dean hissed through gritted teeth.

The demon’s eyes became amused, burning into Dean’s own. “Hmm,” Alastair purred, letting his breath caress the wet head of Dean’s cock. “That could potentially be fun.”

Alastair watched as Dean’s face contorted, looking like he was going to argue with that jibe, but his eyes rolled back in his head as Alastair smirked before swallowing him whole.

He used his tongue and his teeth, alternating between sucking hard or licking softly. He knew what he was doing, he had eons of practice. After all, he hadn’t always been top dog.

Alastair felt severe pleasure watching Dean’s reactions. His facial expressions, the way his stomach tightened, how his hands clenched with need, they all had their effect on the demon. They made Alastair’s body quiver, made him want to things that he hadn’t done in awhile.

He pulled his head off of Dean’s erection when he tried to fuck his face. Alastair didn’t get fucked, not anymore. Using his hands, he held the bucking soul down by the hips, returning his mouth to slide his tongue in and out of the slit on the head of Dean’s cock.

Dean screamed. His erection was so ready for release that it hurt. “Alastair….”

The demon’s ears perked up at the sound of his name on the ex-hunter’s lips. He wanted to frown; this should not have excited him so. “Yes, princess?” He replied hoarsely.

“I…ne…need.”

Alastair pulled himself back up so that his face was buried in Dean’s neck. He wasn’t about to let the soul pour his disgustingly salty come down his unholy throat. Dean protested briefly, but Alastair didn’t care.

He reached down between them and stroked Dean hard and fast. He listened to the quick, labored breath of the soul and slid his thumb across the top of the head, which was very slick already.

“Oh…ye…uh..”

Alastair tensed, his eyes quickly darting to Dean’s face. The soul was in absolute rapture, on the brink of climax. Beads of precum were slipping from the slits of both of their cocks. “Say it,” Alastair hissed.

He gripped both of their erections and fisted them together quickly, causing pleasure to hit its peak in both bodies. Alastair gasped as his climax ripped through him, his free hand clenching Dean’s shoulder tightly.

“Oh fu…fuck! Yes!” Dean cried upon completion, giving Alastair his victory.

Alastair slowly sunk onto his pet’s body, covering him completely. When Dean opened his eyes, he noted the smile on the demon’s face, a smile that said the cat had swallowed the canary.

A slim hand stroked Dean’s flushed face, dark eyes glittering intently.

You. Are. Mine.

His eyes were on Dean’s swollen lips. He leaned forward, feeling the soul’s breath on his lips. What would it be like to….

No.

“I don’t think so,” Alastair muttered absently, pulling his gaze away from Dean’s lips, avoiding his eyes.

After all, possessiveness was not love.

Finis! Hope you enjoyed. R&R if you did!