Mirkys Drabble Chain

Title: Drabble 17 - Fire

Pairing: Harry.Crowley

Fandom: Harry Potter Xover Supernatural

AN: Not my best work, could have been better but I've been staring at this for ages... and it annoyed me.

Crowley was known by many names but he most preferred ‘God’ voiced by many of his conquests. When he looked upon other demons, angels, and even humans he got a spike of pleasure when they showed him true fear. He may not have been a household name like Lucifer but you didn’t need to know his name or even his existence, the fact was when they all met him they knew from that very second he was someone that you shit your pants over. It was during one such occasion when he sealed a business deal that he decided to stroll the upper levels of the club owners VIP balcony.

Sipping at his drink he nursed a cigarette and eyed the possible candy he could play with. He narrowed in on one, a blond heavy breasted thing that left little to the imagination. Using a bit of his own allure he caught her attention and signaled her to him, the way she moved with the sway of her hips made other men steal a glance but Crowley could care less, she would make a delicious play mate not only for himself but his pup. Leaning against the rail he made the customary small talk and enjoyed the way her breasts pressed against his chest, the way her fingers touched his exposed wrists… it was a perfect moment of seduction… a perfect moment that was ruined by a subtle glance around.

By chance his eyes caught those of a startling green, a green that looked right over him. The drink stilled on his lips as he stared at the tossed back head, the tied back inky locks, the smooth pale skin that glowed in the odd light. A surge of something foreign pierced through him as a waiter leaned in too close to take an order. It wasn’t until the bag of pus reached upwards and stroked the fawning waiter’s cheeks… the blond let out a startled gasp as the glass in his hand broke beneath his fingers as he let out a growl. “Leave me.” Crowley hissed out sending shivers down her spine as he stalked towards something that confused the shit out of him.

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Harry should have known better, he really should have. Maybe it was the dangerous glint he missed; the way the light shined over eyes that were suspiciously red, maybe it was the liquor in his system that made him forget that the prettiest smiles were the most dangerous. The man had sauntered over as if he owned the place, it was supposed to be a private party but not even the body guards assign could stop this stranger… something that gave Harry a delightful thrill.

Ah, so that was it. When the man had sat on the leather ottoman across from him, knees brushing, Harry knew he was playing with fire. The thrill of being so close to something so dangerous had his heart pumping in a way he only experienced with fondness. A flush stole across his cheeks as the man Crowley, leaned in, lips brushing along his warm skin. He shouldn’t have, he should have pulled away and smirked like he normally would when playing but Harry couldn’t resist brushing their noses together and licking those delicious lips that tasted of some strong alcohol.

Sitting back Harry picked up his own glass of a sweet drink; black fingernails perfectly trimmed catching the demons eye. Crowley took in the bit of eyeliner that accentuated such a fascinating shade, the several piercings on each ear if the tingling on his lips was to suggest anything the blessed silver bud piercing on that wicked tongue. “Would you like to dance?” Harry shouted above the music.

“I don’t dance.” Of all things Crowley expected it wasn’t for the human to stand with a tilt of lips that had a part of him twitching when the man passed him, fingers brushing along his shoulders, and went to a fireman’s pole that was a direct slide down to the crowd below. “Harry…” it was a warning; a tone in his voice, but the human merely fluttered his eyes and jumped crossing ankles and slid down. With a swear Crowley rushed to the balcony’s edge and peered down. It wasn’t difficult to spot the human that ensnared him and his lip curled as the man grabbed a dance partner. The dancing was anything but innocent, hips grinding, hands dancing along the curves of the body, skin touching skin… it wouldn’t do.

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One moment the music flowed over him and the next there was a bruising grip on his wrist as he was pulled away and whirled to be pressed against a hard chest. Eyes the deepest shade of red stared into his and Harry was for a moment reminded of Voldemort but then the world tilted and he found himself shivering from the cool air of the cool October air as he was pushed against a gritty brick wall. Chest heaving Harry wasn’t sure why he didn’t kick the man between the legs at the very least before apparating away but all he could see was red, a shade that had him mixing lust with fear. Goosebumps broke out on his skin as his breadth was forced out in puffs of white.

Arching against Crowley Harry grew even more excited as he felt the man’s cock hard and hot leaving him with no doubt he wasn’t the only one not affected. Crying out Harry grit his teeth as his wrists were slammed against the coarse bricks that scraped at his skin as Crowley leaned in and growled against his ear, “I don’t know what you did human… but you’re mine.”

There was no chance to reply, no chance to scream, to plead, to say no or yes. Lips silenced his moans as he was taken right there hidden beside a dumpster and with the pounding of music to cruelly mimic the powerful thrusts of the demon that forced him to submit. Not that Harry would complain later, if only he knew just what he was getting into… he might have not played with fire… fine, he still would have, but still. He was Harry Potter, who could blame him?