disclaimer: I don't own SPN, BDS, or any of their characters.

I'm going to warn you again as this chapter were the reason this story was rated M for there's incest and graphic sex. You can skip it if you don't like it and I'll be happy to put up a summary of this chapter in the beginning of the next for those who didn't want such contents to damage the eyes and mind.

Another thing, Lilith didn't really act like Lilith here cuze I had a hard time picturing Connor being all girly and I know most people would as well. And I still called him Connor most of the time cuze I know–apart from a talented few–people tend to think of a little girl or a woman when they saw the name Lilith.

Contaminate

Demons Deal

Murphy felt sore and ache all over the place but could feel the smooth touch of cotton-silk against his neckline and under his palm as he struggled to sobriety. He was lying in a bed–not the single-kind that usually found in those dingy motel twin-beds rooms where he and Connor most likely to be, but a king-size one that mostly appeared in the honeymoon suite of a four-star hotel–with sheet of niveous rhombic designs and silver linings.

What the fuck?

Cracking open an eyelid, Murphy saw the digital clock by the bedside table that read 20:36 and noted the only reassuring thing as he was still fully clothed–from peacoat to laced leather boots. Trying as he might to remember whether or not he had too much to drink last night–or was it daytime?–to cause a case of temporary amnesia, Murphy found himself clutching something in his fist. It was a familiar rosary with a delicate wooden cross hanging at the end but the filament was loose, and since it was shorter than his it must be–

And Murphy had to suppress a gasp as everything came back to him.

How he had dived for his twin's rosary the instant he was released of that monster's telekinesis powers so the thing that meant so much to the both of them wouldn't forever be lost in that dusky cellar. And how he had been brutally manhandled by demons after their forced retreat from Hamiltons' place, with a slight hint of pride that he didn't let go of it even after losing conscious.

Connor.

"So our Sleeping Beauty's finally awake."

Murphy almost jumped at the voice but being tired as he was, he only turned enough to draw a Baretta from the holster with his free hand and aimed at the source of the sound that's standing across the room facing a large French window overlooking a nocturne with a crystal goblet in hand and sipping red wine.

"Who...are ya?"

"The name's Crowley." The man suited man turned around and said with cadence and a hard-to-miss British accent before narrowing his eyes at the drawn gun with mild amusement. "And you won't be needing that. Since I'm sure the question you're looking for here is 'what are you?' instead."

Murphy fell back, withdrawing the gun. "Great, an'ther demon."

"Not another demon, I'm a crossroads demon–the crossroads demon actually–but I'm just here doing business." Crowley walked to the nearby glass table with upright strides and poured another glass of garnet liquor before handing it out for Murphy to take. "And maybe also a little curious as to what kind of man is unfortunate enough to attract the interest of one such as Lilith. Can't say I'm surprised to find a servant of Heaven, though."

Murphy didn't take the offered drink, only held the rosary in hand tighter.

"Don't worry. It wasn't dosed." Crowley smirked as he shook the glass lightly. "And I assure you, you would be glad you're at least a little tipsy when she gets back–ah, wait, that's a he now."

"Ya tryin' ta pick a fight?" Murphy hissed, getting up.

"Not at all. Just so you could be prepared for what's coming."

"Wha's tha suppose ta mean?"

Crowley placed the refused glass back onto the table and shifted a metal case from behind the desk that was previously invisible from Murphy's line of view to the side of the bed with his feet. So the various contents were now clear.

Knives. Tacks. A small mallet. Something that looked a bit like a stapler. And a lot of other objects that resembled things from a toll box.

"Wha're these?"

Crowley picked up an inch long tack. "Let's just say you wouldn't like them pegged into you."

"W-wha?"

"Still sure you don't want a drink? It might be the last time you do." Crowley said and watched in amusement as Murphy cringed at the suggestion and crawled out of bed, face set on getting out even if every fiber of his being knew it wasn't possible. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

"Stop me then." Murphy grunted, but stumbled as he still felt his feet were weighed down by lead.

"Not me." The demon scoffed, making no move to stop the departing man as he inspected the brilliant red of the wine that casted a glazy hue to dance on the carpeted floor before pointing absent-mindedly. "That."

Murphy turned his head but saw nothing out of ordinary in that particular corner and thought himself cheated before he felt a searing sting clawed at his calf that caused him to flinch and fall backwards. He yelped more in surprise than pain as he realized the fabric on the left leg of his jeans had been torn and blood was slowly seeping through.

"Wha te fuck is tha?" Murphy asked with much exasperation as he slowly backed off.

"That's a hellhound, princess. So I suggest you to keep away from the door if you don't wish to end up as a chew toy."

Then that's when he heard it. A deep growl like the purring of car engines.

Great. Just fucking great.

And he remembered Bela and the bloody way she had died and he knew he was trapped. Looking at the rosary in his hand again, Murphy knotted the loose ends together and slipped it over his head. The wooden crosses knocked against each other softly upon his chest and he didn't realize he had closed his eyes to pray–

"They won't hear you."

Murphy opened his eyes, puzzled.

"What can I say? I'm a trafficker. So I've warded this place with Enochian sigils as an exchange for the empty Colt." Crowley said, showing the rusty gun before returning it back inside his suit-coat. "Pray all you want but the angels won't hear you."

It was an aspect that he'd never considered before.

Angels listening to prayers.

Then again, it actually made sense.

"I don't see any sigils."

"Of course you don't, moron. But they're strong enough to keep any cherubim at bay and hold back seraphim for a while." Crowley said in that scornful way but then changed his tone slightly. "Though I admit, they're only as good as wallpapering in front of an archangel."

"I can see you're enjoying yourself."

Murphy's heart palpitated at the sound and he accidently bumped into the calves of his twin–who'd appeared out of nowhere and standing not a foot away behind–before he tried to make some distance.

"I think I shall take my leave now." Crowley saluted the newcomer from across the room with a raise of his glass.

And Murphy looked up to find that he was now alone in the room with his fraternal twin.

"C-connor."

"Aye, Murph." Connor greeted but frowned when he saw the skin-wound on his counterpart's leg. "Ya're hurt."

Not waiting for an answer, the blond twin glanced at the corner that was said to hold a creature of Hell and Murphy immediately heard the animalistic growl reduced into a frightened whimper.

"Dun worry, brother o' mine. The kid won't harm ya anymore." Connor redirected his gaze back towards his twin and held out a helping hand. "Can ya stand?"

Intuitively, Murphy raised his hand. As trusting Connor and listening to Connor was a default setting in his very basic character and at the moment his instinct told him to accept whoever–whatever–his brother had become and take his brother's hand.

But rationality told him the hand didn't belong to his brother anymore.

And Murphy didn't take the offer as he dropped his hand and turned his head to the side.

"Are ya gonna push me away, Murph?"

"Ya're not Connor." Murphy snarled, but more of a conviction to himself than an accusation to the other. "So dun act like him."

But as soon as those words were out, Murphy felt something tug at his wrists. Then he was being held down flat against the soft carpet as if there were unseen shackles nailing him to the floor, and with his brother straddling his waist.

"I could be him, you know." Lilith said–now with the Irish tint gone–and ran a hand through the darker twin's hair and down the throbbing carotid to his shirt-covered chest. "I have all his memories. I know how he laughs, how he grieves."

And Murphy shut his eyes, deliberately trying to ignore the hand–his fucking brother's hand–that were touching him in inappropriate ways that were causing him to FUCK, he wanted to scream.

"I know how he loves you." The demon continued as his hand touched the buckle and ran the length of the belt before snaking his fingers into the other man's pocket and retrieving a pack of smoke, all the while enjoying the discomfort he had caused.

"And I can see you love him very much as well." Lilith added after lighting the cigarette with no discernible means.

But still, Murphy remained silent.

Then the monster leaned onto him so they were chest-to-chest with faces mere inches apart and planted a soft kiss on Murphy's lips. This got a response from the younger twin as he thrashed against his invisible restraints, trying in vain to get away.

"We can love each oth'r, Murph."

And he was Connor again he took a long drag from the newly lit cigarette before placing it–forcing it–between his counterpart's lips.

"Fuck off." Murphy spat the cancer-stick out and hoping it would leave a charred mark on the too-clean carpet.

"Make me." Connor winked. And–

And it took Murphy half a sec to realize he was freed from the supernatural power that had previously held him captive; another half before he start shoving his brother in the chest and kicking with his good leg. Connor yelped as he dodged a punch but was thrown off balance and the darker twin seized the chance to flip him onto his back before trying to stand. But Murphy's attempt to get up was thwarted when he was tackled from behind, causing him to trip and fall, but not before he grappled a handful of Connor's shirt.

So they ended up crashing back onto the matted floor together and in a tangled mess.

And Murphy was panting as he heaved himself up and lean back against the side of the bed. He didn't notice they had made across the room. "...Conn..."

Connor was giggling.

Which caused Murphy to wince.

"I told you I can play him well." Lilith breathed, latching himself onto Murphy by curling his fingers around the collar of the black peacoat that the younger twin was wearing. "Why don't we get these off?"

"Ya're toyin' w'th me." Murphy shoved, disgusted.

"Ya should make some sounds I wantta hear." The demon said, easily grabbing the flailing hands of his other half. "Ya know ya got a great voice."

"Let go o'–elp!" Murphy made an incoherent yap when Connor's tongue touched the S on his AEQUITAS and traveled to the A that was nearest to his wrist. He tried yanking himself free when his twin start sucking his middle finger, causing his body heat to leap some degrees as the sensation sent waves of something downwards, but the blond brother was now inhumanly strong proving the feat pointless. And–

Murphy jerked at the sudden burst of pain, almost dislocating his finger joints as he was still held fast. "Fuck!" He bewailed vehemently, blood dripping freely from the tip where his fingernail had been peeled off. "Fuck! Let go o' me!"

"The fun jus' started. Dun be pansy over a bit o' pain." Connor smirked, spitting out the hard piece between his teeth to lick his brother's wound, studiously aggravated the pain before he took in the ring finger and peel the nail off as well.

"Fuck! Ya sick motherfucker!" Murphy cursed, shielding his fingers when the psychotic monster finally let go of his hand. "Fuck you! Fuck!"

"We'll have plenty of time for that later." Lilith giggled, then something occurred to him as he stared at his own hand. "Is it because you guys are twins so like having all these tattoos and things that are symmetrical?"

"Fuck! Whaddya c–wha te fuck 're ya doin'!" Murphy suddenly shouted as he saw the demon used the teeth to mutilate his brother's fingers the same way just did to him and instinctively grabbing the bleeding left hand of his geminate half to protect it from further abuse. "Stop it!"

"Kiss it better."

"Wha?"

"Please, Murph." Connor said, flexing his wrist and a glistening knife flew into his right hand. "Or d'ya want me ta cut m'finger off?"

"No!"

"Then do it."

Murphy hesitated before complying, though only to press his quivering lips–closed mouthed–onto the bleeding tip of his brother's fingers. But the demon had other ideas in mind as he twined his other hand around the back of the younger twin's neck and pulled his unwilling prey forward.

"Part yer lips, Murph."

And Murphy shut his eyes as he felt the tinny taste of blood, reluctant to see how his twin explored his mouth. Then lips replaced fingertips and this time it's different from the two times before. This time, the kiss was all teeth and tongue and passionate and–

The younger twin turned his head away.

"Dun ya love me, Murph?"

Murphy gave the monster a death glare, couldn't believe the thing dared to act hurt.

"Love's n't lust."

He made it sound like a growl, or a threat–though he doubted it matter. And Connor looked at him for a few seconds deep in thought before abandoning the knife and casting off his coat.

"I suppose ya're right." The blond twin said, hands pressing against his counterpart's chest and leaning impossibly close. "So ya gonna prove it ta me? Prove ya don't lust after me, brother dearest?"

Murphy narrowed his eyes questioningly. But then Connor rested his hand between the younger man's legs and start adding some pressure to his brother's crotch.

"W-wha te fuck're ya–"

"Shh." Connor hushed. "Tell ya wha, I'm gonna put a tack inta yer shoulder every time ya let out an indecent noise as punishment, how's tha fer a game?"

Murphy paled at the thought but couldn't do anything as he was still held down by supernatural forces.

"Ya losin' confidence already?" Connor chuckled in amusement at the way his twin pursed his lips and clench his fists. A hand circling his twin's firm chest and making the body underneath him shiver as he unbuckled the belt and undid the zipper. "Let's see how long ya can resist it." He whispered into other man's ear before pushing down the hem of the boxer.

Murphy was downright trembling as Connor start stroking his cock. Flustered as his body temperature leap another few degrees and hated how his body just respond and grow hard.

"It feels good, hmm?"

"F-fuck! Stop i-it! A-ah–" Murphy bit himself hard to stifle the moan and decided that it was better to keep his mouth shut for the moment as he turned his head to the side and start focusing all his attention to a particular pattern on the wallpaper. But Connor was trailing teeth down his neck and nipping at the sensitive skin as he caressed his harden shaft, making his body burn with need and started to–Oh, GOD how he wanted to kill himself because it actually felt good even if it's his own brother's hand causing it–leak.

"Tha's once." Connor's breath ghosted across his lips and kissed him before pulling away. "But ya're better than I thought."

"Wha're ya doin'?"

Murphy panted, wasn't sure why he asked that. But he was hard and on edge and had to bite his tongue so hard he thought he could taste blood as he force back a beg to ask Connor to touch him again.

Neither his morality nor pride allowed that.

But Connor only tormented him this way for the fun of it as Murphy was forced to see how lustful he was when his id was stripped bare and placed in front of him. Then Connor was fondling the tip that was slowly leaking pre-cum again and running a finger up his brother's length as Murphy whimpered and pulled against his invisible restrains, trying hard to resist the urge of wanting to arch his hips up into the hand.

"Twice."

Connor still counted as he smiled and Murphy saw an odd glint in those too blue eyes and immediately knew what his other half was planning to do.

"No! Dun do tha-ahh!"

The rest of the sentence was lost as Connor lowered his head and licked at the seeping slit experimentally, and Murphy cried out, jerking his hips back against the foot of the bed, shocked at what a simple action cause. But Connor wasn't done yet as he licked the full length, rubbing it and sucking slightly on the wet tip, before taking it fully into his mouth all the while palming his brother's balls and teasing them until the younger half was gasping for air.

Murphy's heart raced and his blood boiled with lust and want as he was pushed to the edge, barely holding on, as his twin started to drag tongue and teeth up and down along his member. An added pressure was applied to the susceptible end and he was slowly reeling over into the intimate ecstasy that he refused to feel with such intense heat and pleasure that he could not decline nor escape from as his brother picked up speed.

"N-no, Conn, I...I'm goin' ta–"

There was a moment when Connor weaken his telekinesis hold as his tongue flicked across the wet tip again and the first thing Murphy did was covering his mouth with his hands to muffle the moan as he came, spilling seeds into his geminate brother's mouth.

Murphy was in a daze for a few seconds and didn't come back until Connor was kissing him again. Heated and passionate and demanding.

And he couldn't decide what was worse. Tasting himself inside his brother's mouth and knowing blood and semen didn't go well together or feeling his brother's arousal grounding against his groin through the layers of denim and cotton as their bodies pressed onto each other.

"We'ave ta stick ta te game, dun we?"

Connor said as he tore at Murphy's shirt with the knife he retrieved and bared the darker twin's chest.

"W-wha?"

"You're good, but not good enough." Lilith's eyes flipped white as he smiled, and four tacks and a mallet flew from the case into his hands. "Four times." He numbered as he placed the sharp tip of the inch long metal against Murphy's left shoulder and drew back the hand that's holding the hammer.

This time Murphy didn't resist.

He vociferated when the tack was nailed.

XXX

He didn't know when they got naked, when they got onto the bed–with sheet no longer chaste white but dotted with the scarlet of fresh blood and the brown of prior coagulation, along with the spill of improper lust–only that he was flat on his stomach and was burying his face in the pillow he held on to. Maybe trying to somehow suffocate himself.

The digital clock by the bedside table now read 04:52.

Murphy's left arm was numb to anything but pain as there were seventeen tacks pegged from his shoulder down to near his wrist and blood was still flowing freely like newly opened wounds since it's difficult to clot what with all the vigorous action they were going through. Three nails on his left hand were missing as well but he couldn't remember when they were ripped off. And there were knife cuts and flayed skin here and there that he didn't want to keep track of as there were so many.

And Connor was behind him, with almost identical wounds he placed on himself to torture and bend Murphy's will, as he gripped the younger half's shoulder with his less wounded left hand and lean over. Kissing and licking and biting so hard it didn't only leave marks but bleed, before forcing his twin's slender legs apart and entering the tight space with a push.

Murphy could felt the full-on erection buried in him as he seized the sheet and stifled a groan. But he couldn't stop himself from arching as Connor moved, flushed skin slide against flushed skin, with the hard cock brushing and gliding across a sensitive spot inside him that he didn't even know existed until. Then the pace picked up, with Connor thrusting into him and touching his prostate every time, making his body burn with want and pain.

The pleasures were made even harder to resist as his own erection were being dragged across the mattress with every deep thrusts and the friction the sheet did to his damp tip was driving Murphy insane. He knew he was almost there as there was this animalistic part of him that kept screaming HARDER! and MORE! on the inside but he couldn't do anything about this disgusting self as he pushed himself up by a few inches so his member wasn't pressing and rubbing too intensely against the sheet, all the while trying to keep his moans on the border of gasps.

Connor slithered his right arm around the underside of Murphy's body then. Caressing the nipples as he ran his fingers across the younger twin's chest before wandering lower, to the stomach, then groin, until he was touching the length of Murphy's strained arousal.

And Murphy felt orgasm crashed over him as fingers rubbed the sensitive slit on his wet tip, and he came on his brother's hand as he felt the blond twin losing inside him.

And he knew he'd earned another tack to the arm.

But he was so tired he didn't so much as wince when the pain flared, and just a boneless heap lying on the tainted sheet that was barely keeping conscious due to extreme blood loss.

"Ya dead?"

Murphy didn't reply.

"Ya dead, Murph?"

Murphy shifted a little as Connor pulled himself out. "...m'brother...still there...?" He asked, but the voice was weak and he thought he might forget how to speak properly since he'd been doing incoherent sounds for the past eight hours.

"Maybe." Connor nipped his ears playfully. Teasingly.

"Get out." Murphy tried demanding but it turned into something of a plead. "Please."

"Can't force me."

Murphy closed his eyes and felt something other than blood on his face. Something clear and wet and tasted of bitter salt.

"Demons deal."

And Murphy could practically feel a smile tugging at Connor's lips. Without actually seeing it.

"So we do."

"Then take m'soul. I don't care, jus'...jus' let him go."

Connor propped onto his elbows and leaned over Murphy so he could face the younger man, a hand reaching forward cupping the chin to kiss again. But this time was less passionate and more like a comfort.

"m'sorry, Murph." Connor said. "Six months ago I would jump a' te suggestion, but i's a bit too late fer tha now."

"Why?"

"I've already got m'righteous man."

"Wha does tha mean?" Murphy asked, pushing his brother back. But his whole body protested as pain burnt.

"Dun worry, there're other things I wan'." Connor said, licking the tears away before dragging his tongue down his counterpart's neck and planted the kisses on his chest. "Somethin' ya can give."

Murphy held his breath and waited.

"Dean Winchester."

Connor stated, looking up. Murphy blinked.

"Wha?"

"Ya heard me." Connor said. "Gimme Dean Winchester's head an' I'll return yer brother. How's tha fer a deal?"

"Ya wan' me ta kill him?"

"Aye." Connor answered. "He has angels watchin' over so I can't do anythin'bout it. But ya can."

Murphy fell silent for a moment. Then–

"An' if I refuse?"

"Then I go for another eight hours until you can't move anymore. I enjoy this kind of game. Forcing fathers onto daughters, mothers onto sons, or..." Lilith said, set on gluing his lips onto his brother's whilst Murphy had other ideas in mind and kept pushing away. "...brothers onto brothers."

Murphy turned away, sickened.

"When we're done, you can have some fun with my boy as well." The demon continued, indicating towards the corner the hellhound still stayed. "I'll probably let your dear brother go then as this really isn't the kind of host I prefer, though I'm sure I've got quite a few minions that would love to have a handsome young man to play with."

It sounded like gang rape.

"Ya didn't leave me any choice." Murphy muttered.

"Still. I can't force a deal onto you."

Murphy clenched his fists. "Do we seal it w'th a kiss?"

"You know demons better than I thought, better than your brother at least." Lilith surmised, touching the other man on the cheek. "But no, I'm a little different from others of my kind so a kiss won't do."

"Then wha?"

The demon giggled as he leaned forward.

"Fuck me." He whispered and Murphy felt a cold chill. "Like you mean it."

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I don't know why the chapters of this story just kept on getting longer and I'm sorry if I took too long to up-date it. Anyway, thx for reading, especially when it contained this kind of graphic descriptions, and staying with me. Please R&R.