Title: Owned (HP/SPN)

Author: Kuri

Beta: Po

Rating: M-MATURE! (18+)

Pairing: Crowley/Harry, one-sided Sam/Harry

Summary: He made a deal. The World was safe. He, however, wasn't.

Disclaimer: I do not own or make any money of either of these fandom's.

Warnings: Slash! MALE/MALE sexual situations! Maybe Dub-con? Language, religious themes, slavery, D/s, BDSM, torture, character death, mentions of past abuse, general insanity. Spoilers for S5 of SPN. This fic is a bit darker than others I've put out so far.

A/N: How a PWP is born: Sometimes, two characters jump into my head and say, "Hey! We wanna have sex!" And all I can say is, "OK." So I go back to sleep, wake up and forget which two wanted a shag. I asked on Twitter and this pairing won!

By popular demand, I'm expanding this fic. It will be ten chapters.

Prologue

Crowley could feel his hound's confusion. He always knew when a crossroads demon took out a puppy to play, and this one had barely been topside for half an hour before it apparently found it's prey. What could be wrong though? Goofer dust had a tendency to piss his babies off, but confusion? This was new.

He twisted and turned through the shadows, following the trail left behind by his pet. When he finally came out, he was in a small flat somewhere in London.

The dingy room definitely needed a spot of color or two. He paid it no mind however once he saw what had been causing all the trouble.

A wizard.

"Bleedin' hell." He snapped his fingers and immediately sent his hound away. "Just what do you think you're doing making deals with demons!"

Harry Potter spun around. "Who are you?"

"'Who I am?' I'm the one whose going to have to sort out this fucking mess. Who did you make a deal with?" Crowley glared at the dark haired wizard before him.

"Um, a demon."

The King of the Crossroads Demons rolled his eyes. "I know it was a demon. I need a name, you silly boy."

Harry glared back at him. "I don't know. They just- I made the deal, they kissed me and said they would be back at the end of the war for payment."

"You mean to tell me, that this demon only told you that they would be back for your soul, once your time was up?"

Harry nodded hesitantly.

Crowley let up a slew of curses. Harry jumped back, still glancing around nervously for the invisible hellhound. Crowley stomped about, muttering about incompetence and the idiots in something called, Training and Deal-Making. He stopped suddenly, turning his attention back to the very screwed wizard.

"You have made a very big mistake, without knowing the consequences. Would you like me to explain them to you?"

Harry scowled at the tone Crowley used. "I'm no child. I understood that I was selling my soul to hell when I made that deal."

Crowley tsked. "Oh no, Little Wizard. It's so much more than that." He flashed over to stand directly in front of his victim. "You see, when natural magic users, like you, make deals with demons, like me, the outcome is much different than for a regular human." He leaned in, letting his lips brush Harry's ear, and whispered, "Would you like to know what you've done to yourself?"

He enjoyed watching the boy's Adam's apple bob as he swallowed. After receiving a small nod, Crowley pulled back and looked down into those big, open green eyes. This kid may have been through a war, but he had kept the majority of his innocence. It excited Crowley. He rarely got to play with innocents.

"It means, Harry Potter, that you are mine."

"Y-yours? What the hell does that mean?"

Crowley lifted his hand and let it hover by Harry's cheek. Harry flinched at the near contact, but held his ground. Crowley had to give him kudos for bravery.

"When wizards want to make deals, they have to pass through me first, as the outcome is a big reward for whoever gets the deal sealed."

Harry looked at him in confusion. "Why would they have to go through you?"

"Ah, that's the trick. I'm King of the Crossroads Demons."

He loved how pale Harry's face became.

"King?" He asked. Harry could feel his heart beating faster and faster when he realized how close this, very high up, demon was to him. He went to take a step back but Crowley quickly caught him by the upper arms.

"That's right. And since some stupid newbie made a deal with you, without realizing what they did, I get to reap the rewards."

"You still haven't said what that is." Harry may have been scared, but he was defiant to the last moment.

"Wizards don't sell their souls, Harry. They sell themselves. Body and all." Crowley finally laid a hand to rest on a porcelain pale cheek. "Your magic sure is helpful in making certain you keep your end of the bargain as well."

Harry's eyes fell shut. He had sold himself, not to an eternity of being tortured in hell, but into slavery. He could feel the tremors traveling up and down his body. He wanted to sick.

"Now, now. It won't be all that bad. Better me than some lower level piece of trash getting lucky and nabbing you."

"I'm not stupid enough to ask if that means you'll let me go and live my life." Harry took a steadying breath. He had made the deal to defeat Voldemort, the consequences were different, that was all. He pushed the voice in his head, shrieking about eternal slavery, to the back of his mind. He looked up into a pair of laughing eyes. "Now what?"

"Now, you come with me. This," He sneered at the trashed flat. "We'll just go back to my place. Ever been to America?" Harry shook his head. "Ah, you'll love it! Hold on tight now." Harry clung to the demon as they were whisked away through the shadows and dark places of the earth.

Harry opened his eyes and found himself in a very elaborately decorated living room. Crowley stepped away from him and walked toward a door. "Just make yourself comfortable. I've got to get a few things ready and then we'll seal this deal completely."

Harry felt hope bloom in his chest. "You mean the deal isn't sealed?"

Crowley turned and gave him the full weight of his scarlet eyes. They were a darker color than the ones on the demon Harry had originally dealt with had. "Just because your first planner fucked up, doesn't mean I will. You've already gotten your end of the deal. Don't think I'll let you get away from fulfilling my end."

"And what does that entail?" Harry asked, now completely resigned to his new station. He had no hope that any demon would take pity on him. The war took five years. He had made the deal when he was seventeen. At twenty-two, Harry had plenty of time to come to terms with what would happen to him.

"Most deals are sealed with a kiss. That's just for a soul. As I get all of you. Well," Crowley leered, "I get all of you."

Harry was suddenly very glad he was gay. Had he been straight, this would have been much more awkward.

Crowley gave him one last look before heading out.

Harry's eyes darted around, looking at all the exits. Habits from the war were still ingrained. He thought about everyone and everything he had left behind. Hermione was expecting him to go with her to the Ministry, both showing their support for Kingsley as a permanent Minister instead of just keeping the seat warm. So much was expected of him now that he had defeated the Dark Lord. What would they all think if they knew he had made a deal with hell to get the job done?

He was almost glad he wouldn't have to see their faces if they found out. At least this way they would think he had ran to escape the fame. The papers would run for weeks on possible sightings of him.

"Harry."

The wizard turned from the window. Crowley had taken his jacket off, shirt sleeves were rolled up showing muscular forearms. Harry swallowed thickly as he met the demon's hazel eyes. He steeled his nerves and walked across the room.

Crowley watched him approach and was truly intrigued. The little human hadn't really fought or complain, hell he didn't even cry. Most did.

"This way." He turned without touching him and led Harry down a long hallway. The walls were lined with paintings. Harry was too focused on his future master in front of him to enjoy any aesthetic pleasure he may have gotten. Crowley opened a door near the end and motioned with his hand for Harry to enter ahead of him, "After you."

Harry eyed Crowley warily, but entered the bedroom. The walls were a deep cream color. The hardwood floor was scattered with various rugs. The light color of both walls and floor made the enormous bed, made of some type of dark wood, stand out all the more.

Harry turned when he heard the door close behind him. Crowley wasted no time in starting to unbutton his own shirt. "I hope you know what a huge favor I'm doing for you."

Harry couldn't keep the disbelief from showing on his face. "Oh, I'm sure this is a huge burden for you."

Crowley stopped before him, throwing his shirt and undershirt over to a nearby chair. Harry gulped at the half naked body before him. "Trust me, Little Wizard, I'm the best you're gonna get. Better the King than some lowly peon. Yes?"

Harry started to tremble again when Crowley ran his hands up and under his tee shirt. The hands felt warm. Harry wasn't sure why that surprised him. A gasp slid out when one hand went to tweak a firm nipple.

"Relax." Crowley leaned down a bit and bumped his nose against Harry's, angling the young man's head up for a kiss.

It wasn't gentle. Harry had to either kiss back or get his lips bitten off. He wasn't sure how it happened but his hands found their way into the demon's short hair. He shrugged. In for a penny, in for a pound.

"That's it, nothing to do but let go now, Harry." Crowley gave a particularly hard twist to the nipple he had been teasing. "So sweet. You'll be perfect. So much I'll be able to do with you by my side. Father Dearest won't know what hit him."

Harry gasped at the pain in his chest. His head fell back, exposing his neck to the excited demon in front of him. Crowley took full advantage of the flesh before him. He distracted his slave with several licks, bites and kisses. His hand slipped down to Harry's pants, unbuckling and pulling them down.

He wasn't expecting Harry's own hands to trail down and do the same to his.

Crowley moaned, "Lets get more comfy, eh?" He pushed Harry backwards until they hit the bed. Both quickly tumbled down onto the soft coverlet. "Done this before?"

Harry gave him a dazed nod.

"Damn. Ah well, can't expect young people these days to stay true until they meet their 'one and only'. Then again, makes this a bit easier." He patted Harry's hip, "Roll over, Love."

Harry frowned but did as he was told. Crowley left the bed for a moment and snatched up a bottle of lube from the dresser. He turned and paused.

Now, that was a pretty picture to come home to.

Harry had moved up the bed and piled the few pillows Crowley had underneath his head and hips.

"Damn."

The demon king stalked up to the bed, tossing the lube up in front of him. He knelt behind the beautiful body laid out before him. He quickly slicked his fingers and said, "This isn't going to be all hearts an' rainbows, Harry. Just hope you are ready."

He didn't waste any time in forcing two fingers into Harry. The wizard cried out in pain underneath him. Crowley just kept a hand firmly on his hip and quickly prepped him. He felt a twinge of some foreign emotion in his chest as he saw how red and irritated Harry's hole looked. He shook it off and with a few strokes, he was as lubricated as he was going to get.

Harry couldn't see anything, and it was a good thing too. Crowley's red eyes were back. The demon violently thrust into him. Harry screamed.

Crowley began to mutter under his breath, the power pouring into the now compliant body beneath him. He quickly laid a hand on Harry's back, right between the shoulder blades.

Harry writhed when heat poured into his skin when the hand touched him. The magic and power rising in the air had him distracted from the pain in his arse. It felt like hours before Crowley moved his hand and patted his hip.

"All done with the hard part. Now," He shifted his hips and Harry gasped at the sensation of being filled. It had been a while for him. "For the fun."

Crowley pulled out slowly, before slamming back in. He set a brutal pace and all Harry could do was hang on to the pillow and sheets below him. He cried out in pleasure and pain equally. The pain didn't stop him from getting hard again. He could feel himself dripping. He started to slip a hand down, planning to help him get off.

Crowley gave sharp smack to a pale cheek. "No, no. Keep those hands where I can see them."

Harry cried out in frustration and began to finally beg the demon to hurry. "Faster! Please—Just, Yes! Oh, God."

"Hmm, God's not here, just me." He curved himself over Harry's back, setting his lips near Harry's ear. "Beg me."

"Please! Don't stop! I'll do anything! Touch me, anything!"

Crowley chuckled, "You'll do what I wish no matter what, now, my Harry." Crowley took a bit of pity and, feeling his own climax coming close, he began to stroke Harry in time with his thrusts.

Not a full minute later Harry and Crowley were both howling their completion.

Crowley slipped out of Harry, falling onto the bed beside his slave. He propped his head up and stroked the marking on Harry's back. His seal. Any demon that saw it would know that Harry was protected.

Harry wasn't sure what to think. He turned his head and gazed at the sweaty, and still very naked, demon.

"I just—"

"Yes, you did." Crowley grinned and ran a soothing hand through the tousled locks of his slave.

"Why?" Harry choked out.

"Your magic. I told you, it's extremely helpful in making sure you wizards and witches keep your word. It's influenced you a bit."

He wanted to be upset, but the feeling of peace and contentment curling in his chest had him nodding softly. Harry turned and curled into Crowley's side, resting his head in the crook of his neck.

"Goodnight, Master."

"Sleep, Pet."

A/N: Interest has been expressed as to how this would carry on into S5. As stated before, the next nine chapters are now being written. I'm not sure if I'll post them as they are finished, or wait until I write them all. Thanks for reading!