Chapter Two

Crowley hadn't been pleased when Dean came back to the throne room with Gabriel following closely behind him. While he did appreciate having an archangel's sword, he very much did not like Dean's new pet. Not that Dean cared. Gabriel remained at Dean's side, though he wasn't much help to the former hunter. Still, Dean didn't seem to mind as Gabriel tagged along, even if he didn't have anything to offer. It went on for a week. Gabriel would watch as Dean went about his day, which was a little annoying, but better than the life Gabriel had lived for the better part of ten earth years.

It wasn't until someone tried to take down Crowley that Gabriel understood just how much Dean had changed. Before he had been executional with monsters, but now he relished in making them bleed and beg. Gabriel observed Dean take one demon apart piece by piece, nearly laughing while his victim screamed and pleaded for mercy. It wasn't the worst he had seen of humanity and not the worst of demon-kind either. Still, it shocked Gabriel to see Dean enjoy killing so much.

When he was done playing, blood covering his chest and arms, Gabriel wondered if he would be the next one on the Knight's list. Instead, those green eyes locked with Gabriel's for just a moment, and Dean's lips pulled back into a smile while he held the knife he had used to skin the demon in his hand. "Exciting, isn't it? Maybe next time I'll give you a turn." For a moment Gabriel didn't know what Dean was talking about until those green eyes darted down to his crotch. Blinking, Gabriel looked down to see the bulge against his jeans.

In disbelief, Gabriel cupped his crotch for a second, closing his eyes while he did so. Not only was he aroused but he was very nearly at the edge. Surely he hadn't gotten that way from watching Dean flay a demon alive. The weight of a hand against his shoulder made Gabriel open his eyes and look up at Dean who still had that grin on his face. "I knew I kept you around for a reason. Feels good doesn't it?" Shaking his head, Gabriel pulled his hand away from his crotch only to have a larger one replace it. Gasping, the archangel arched into the large palm which was rubbing him through his jeans.

"Oh, I could have some fun with this. Come with me, Gabe; I want to show you something."

The hand which had been palming his erection left making Gabriel let go a whimper of protest. As Dean turned and started to walk away, the archangel followed behind just as he had since he was rescued. Gabriel didn't think about where they were going, focusing on putting one foot in front of the other and trying to think of anything to flag his erection. Soon screams penetrated the air, and he knew they were at the racks. Crowley had done a reform on Hell, putting those who came there naturally in a never-ending line of waiting. However, there was still a special place for those who sold their souls.

The racks never went away. They were merely downsized, and only those demons worthy of reward were given a chance to punish the souls who came to Hell willingly. Dean was one such demon. There was a table in front of the soul, which was hoisted just in arms reach by metal hooks protruding from their back. Peeking at the contents of the table, Gabriel could only imagine what the instruments had been used for in the past. Instead of going for the complicated and more interesting devices, Dean came back with a whip, a cat-o-nine tails with small hooks at each end.

"Gabe, come here would you?"

Following the order, Gabriel made his way to the demon, hopeful that he wasn't going to be the one on the receiving end of the whip. He had enough of them to last a lifetime. Once he was in range, Dean placed the whip in Gabriel's hand, pointing to the soul who was whimpering already at the thought of what was going to be done to him. "I want you to try it, see if you like it. If you don't, I'll take over, but I have a feeling you're going to enjoy this. It's quite addictive."

Gabriel wanted to deny it, but before he could protest the demon was behind him, pushing him toward the pleading soul. A large hand was splayed on his stomach, fingers just brushing along the seam of his pants while Gabriel took a steady stance. Careful not to accidentally hit Dean while swinging his hand back, Gabriel let the whip dig into the soul before him. Even the archangel could tell that his strike was sloppy, but instead of being offended, Dean laughed and helped him change his stance. Warm breath brushed Gabriel's ear when the demon leaned forward, his hand having undone the button to Gabriel's jeans while he worked.

"That was a good first try, but I know you can do better. With every hit that improves I'm going to strip you down. Once you're naked, we'll try something new, okay?"

Nodding, the archangel took a breath and continued his assault, each hit getting a bit stronger and more precise while the soul in front of him was screaming. True to his word Dean began to strip Gabriel while he was working; first by unbuttoning the shirt which had once been Dean's, then by undoing the fly of his pants. It only took a half hour before Gabriel was down to his skin, his cock leaking at the tip while he relished in the pained whimpers and moans coming from in front him. It was unlike anything he had tried before. Even when he was pretending to be Loki, his sacrifices were offering their virginity, not their pain.

Callused fingers wrapped around his cock, giving a sharp tug which made Gabriel lean back against the demon and nearly drop the bloodied whip. "Dean." Gabriel cried out, his free hand reaching back to grasp at the man who was pumping his cock. Pressing the naked cheeks of his ass back Gabriel could fee how excited Dean was and wanted nothing more than to spread his legs for the man.

A chuckle vibrated from where Dean had leaned forward to lick along Gabriel's neck. "Go shove the tools aside and lean over the table. I want your ass in the air."

As soon as Dean let go of his cock, Gabriel moved to comply. It didn't take long for him to shove the tools to the floor with a clatter. Gripping the other side of the table, Gabriel was pleased to note that it didn't budge even when he pressed his full weight against it, ass sticking out toward Dean in invitation. There was a piercing scream from the soul Gabriel had been playing with before a warm body, and hard cock rested against him. Arching his back, Gabriel tried to silently beg for the man behind him, wanting nothing more than to feel Dean inside him.

"I wasn't expecting you to be this horny for my cock. Reach back and spread your cheeks for me. I want to see the hole I'll be fucking."

With a whimper, Gabriel reached back and spread himself open for the demon, a wet finger soon circling his puckered rim before sinking inside. Whatever Dean was using as lube was better than saliva, though the archangel feared he knew what it was. A bit too quickly to be comfortable one finger became two which was soon three. Gasping, Gabriel pressed back against the touch, wanting to feel the burn of Dean inside him. "Please, now Dean, please," whimpered the archangel, his nails making indents in his skin as he held himself open and tried to hold back.

With a laugh, Dean pulled his hand away. Gabriel could hear footsteps coming closer, and while he wanted to trust that Dean wouldn't, the archangel had the horrible thought that perhaps Dean had been stringing him along for someone else to take. The blunt head of Dean's cock pressed inside him, and while it burned, Gabriel couldn't help but relax that it was the former hunter who was taking him and not someone else who had come down to the pit to play. Dean didn't pause to let Gabriel grow accustomed to the stretch; instead, he started a relentless rhythm the second he was inside.

"Fuck, Gabe, we should have done this years ago… hold the side of the table."

Adjusting his position, Gabriel held on as his ass was plowed into. The footsteps had stopped and while Gabriel knew whoever was there was probably watching he couldn't care, not while Dean was fucking him into a blubbering mess. If it weren't for Dean's hands holding his hips in a vice-like grip, Gabriel was sure he would have fallen despite the table holding him up. Each thrust of Dean's cock inside him cause the archangel to cry out in pleasure, his knuckles turning white from his grip on the table while he tried to warn Dean how close he was to his release.

"Always knew you'd be a bottom. You have an ass made for fucking. Go ahead, Gabe, when you need to, I want to feel you clamp down around me."

It was all the permission he needed. A few seconds later and Gabriel was screaming, uncaring of who heard him while coming, his cock releasing his seed under the table to mix with the blood already stained there. Harsh grunts behind him and the pounding of a cock brought Gabriel out the daze of his orgasm. Clenching his muscles, the archangel felt as Dean lost control, pressing his cock deep into the hot entrance and releasing inside him. There wasn't any cuddling, not that Gabriel was expecting any, but while he came down from his high, Dean ran his hands along Gabriel's flank, soothing him.

"Well that was quite a show. Would you mind sharing your pet, Dean? He seems so responsive. Crowley wants you in the throne room, something about a demonstration… I could keep your friend entertained until you're done."

Gabriel didn't even think. Using what little grace he had remaining, he summoned his blade from where the King of Hell had been stashing it and threw it at the demon. Dean watched, amused while Gabriel turned toward him, their bodies separating, both ignoring the dead demon laying on the floor only a few feet away. "I take it you're a bit picky on who you let play with you?" There was a cockiness to his voice, hands still holding Gabriel's hips although the grip was softer now than it had been while he was buried balls deep inside him.

"Extremely picky. I have no desire to bend over for any other demon. I'm an archangel, Dean, if I can't be picky then who can be?" Dean's laugh echoed through the hall, and Gabriel wanted to hear it again. Reaching up, the archangel pushed Dean's overshirt off his shoulders, strangely aroused at the thought that Dean hadn't bothered to do more than pull his cock out of his pants before fucking him. Glancing down, the archangel realized his guess was right; the demon had used blood to lubricate them. "What are you doing?" asked Dean, though he made no move to stop Gabriel from stripping him of the piece of clothing.

"I thought since your boss was calling I should put something on. The shirt you gave me was a bit small on you, right?" At Dean's nod, Gabriel shifted back so that he could slide his arms into the overshirt, leaving the buttons open for now. "This one should be a bit big on me, just enough to cover my ass until you want it again." Dean leaned forward, latching onto Gabriel's neck and biting down though not hard enough to break the skin.

"And what," asked the demon, "makes you think that I want you again now that I've had you?" Gabriel smiled, hooking his arms around Dean's neck and arching up against the demon.

"Because the word demonstration was mentioned, and I have an idea. I want you to string up whoever crossed Crowley's path, and I want to suck you off while you rip into them. I want you to fuck me while everyone watches, and I want all of Hell to know that I'm yours."

Gabriel locked his eyes with the green ones staring back at him in interest. "I want to listen as they scream while you take me. You were right. It's addictive, and I want more." Instead of an answer, Dean grabbed a handful of Gabriel's ass and thrust his hardening cock against the archangel. Gabriel threw his head back and laughed for the first time since he was sold to Asmodeus, not knowing his eyes flashed red for a split second before he was pulled toward the throne room. They had an audience to entertain and blood to spill.

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