Dean scraped the dirt back over the box, then straightened up, looking around the crossroads.

"Hello, darling," a British voice spoke from behind him. Dean spun around to see a man, much shorter than himself, in an expensive black suit, a broad smirk on his fact. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"What happened to the hot chicks?" Dean asked, putting off answering his question.

"With the track record of you and your brother, the average crossroads demon won't do. I decided it'd be best to come myself."

"And what makes you so special?"

"King of the crossroads – all crossroads demons work for me."

"Awesome," Dean muttered. So he wasn't dealing with some weak, idiotic demon here – this could make things more difficult, but he had to try. "I want to make a deal."

"That is generally why people summon me. And let me guess, you want me to cure little Sammy of his addiction to demon blood."

Dean's eyes narrowed, hating how this demon seemed to be a step ahead. "Yeah."

"Fine. But the normal deal isn't going to cut it."

"What? You're cutting down my years again?"

"Not exactly. You've already been to Hell, and honestly, you selling your soul again will be counterproductive to my goals."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Doesn't matter. All that we need to worry about right now is the price."

"Let me guess, you have something in mind?"

"You."

"I thought you said…"

"Not just your soul, all of you. From the moment the deal is closed, you will belong to me."

"Yeah, no deal." Dean shook his head and turned to go, but the demon was instantly in front of him.

"You won't get a better deal, Dean. In fact, no other demons will even deal with you – after all, this deal will put a kink in Lucifer's plans."

Now that caught his attention. "What?"

"Lucifer isn't done with Sam, and your brother being on demon blood makes it that much easier for Satan to get his claws in him."

"And you want to stop him?" Dean asked slowly, trying to see the catch.

"I want to make a deal. I am not a loyalist, and I do not trust any angel, even if he fell. So, do we have a deal?"

Dean hesitated. "What exactly does belonging to you mean?"

"Don't worry, you can still go about your life, killing the things that go bump in the night, so long as I am excluded from that list. If it comes out that I made this deal, my life will be in danger, and I will need you to protect me."

"You want me to be your body guard?"

"More or less. Of course, your soul will be mine as well, but that's a technicality. Serve me well, and you just might get special treatment when you go to Hell. Oh, and there may also be other – services – I require of you."

Dean's stomach clenched. That was what he had been afraid of. "No way," he said, not as firm as he would have liked.

"Really?" The demon took a step closer, far too close for comfort, but Dean was determined not to back away. "So you would rather your brother feed his addiction so that Lucifer can get ahold of him and use him, all to cling to your claimed sexuality."

"It's not…" Dean was struggling to come up with an argument.

"Dean," he spoke softly, reaching a hand out to rest on Dean's hip. "This is the best deal anyone has ever gotten. A cured brother, full life, VIP pass to Hell, all in exchange for something that you may even enjoy. I want you to enjoy it."

Dean's heart was hammering as he thought it over, unable to believe that he was actually considering having sex with a male demon, one who was currently being a bit distracting as his thumb rubbed circles on his hip. "Can I at least get your name?" Dean asked, his throat tight.

"Once you've earned it."

Dean nodded. "Fine. Deal."

The demon raised his other hand, cupping the back of Dean's head as he pulled him down into a kiss. Dean submitted to him, allowing him to push his tongue into his mouth as his hand slid from his hip around to his ass, pulling his body against him. After a few tugs to his hair and it was made clear that there would be no relenting until he did, Dean returned to kiss, his hands resting awkwardly on the other man's waist as his lips moved tentatively against his, eliciting a hum of approval from the demon.

When the kiss was finally broken, Dean looked around in surprise to see that they were now in a lavishly furnished bedroom. "Where the hell are we?" he demanded.

"My place. I didn't fancy having sex on the ground."

Dean instinctively tried to take a step back, but he was held firmly in place.

"You agreed."

"Doesn't mean I like it. Cure Sam first."

"Already done, dear. Now it's your turn to fulfill your part of the deal."

"Can't we… work our way up to it."

"Oh, I assure you, there will be foreplay."

"That's not what I meant."

"I know, but…" He pressed his lips to Dean's neck, causing the hunter to shudder slightly. "I want you now." He finally dropped his arms and took a step back. "If you are so against sex tonight, then at least let me put that mouth of yours to the test."

Dean did a quick assessment of what was worse, sucking a demon's cock or being split open by one – definitely the latter – then got to his knees.

"Dean Winchester on his knees for me. That is just gorgeous." He walked over and sat on the foot of the bed, motioning for Dean to move in front of him. "Carry on, then."

Dean's hands were shaking as he reached up, unfastening the demon's belt and pants as a surprisingly gentle hand ran through his hair. He pulled his pants and underwear off, along with his shoes, and then settled between his legs, vaguely wondering if this demon had purposely possessed someone with the biggest cock he could find.

He took a deep breath, feeling the hand tighten in his hair just slightly, then wrapped his lips around the tip of his cock, slowly moving down and taking more in. He heard a shuddering breath above him and felt a burst of confidence – he knew what constituted a good blow job, he could please him, and then maybe he'd be done for the night. He took as much of him as he could before pulling back, swirling his tongue around the head. He rested his hands on the demon's hips as he moved his mouth along his shaft, implementing everything that had always successfully driven him crazy. And judging by the sounds the other man was making, it certainly seemed to be working.

Eventually, the hand on his head began to apply pressure, encouraging him to take more in. Dean tried to pull back, but the pressure just increased until he took in half of the remaining length of shaft and then gagged. The demon groaned loudly, but allowed him to pull back. Dean gasped for air, concentrating on himself for the first time and realizing just how hard he had gotten. How the hell was this turning him on?

"You can switch to your hand if you want a break." His voice was low and lustful and it only made Dean harder. He didn't answer, just took him into his mouth again, groaning around his cock.

He let himself get into it now, palming himself through his jeans, as he took him in until he gagged again. Each time he managed to go further, until he took him in completely, eliciting a moan that Dean couldn't believe he had caused such a powerful demon to make. He began applying more pressure to his own aching cock as he tongue swirled around the demon's shaft.

Suddenly, he was pulled back by the hair and he looking up into dark eyes that slowly trailed down his body to the obvious bulge in his jeans. "Get on the bed, on your hands and knees."

Dean hesitated a fraction of a second before doing as he was told. He wasn't ready for this, there was no way he was going to be able to take his cock, but he needed some relief. As soon as he was in position, his clothes disappeared and then he felt two lubed fingers slide into him.

He moaned as he was stretched, the fingers pumping and scissoring inside him, as gradually more were added. And then there was nothing and he gave a small whine at how empty he felt. Then he felt the demon's cock pressed against his entrance, and he remembered his fears. He tried to pull away, but he was held in place by the hips.

"Relax," the demon leaned forward and breathed in his ear. "You'll like this."

Dean tried to do as he was told as the demon pressed into him with a groan, slowly filling him. Dean moaned in a combination of pleasure and pain, and he found himself pressing back into the demon as the pleasure took over.

He was surprisingly gentle at first, moving slowly, giving Dean time to adjust to his size. Then he gradually began to increase in speed, his thrusts becoming a bit more forceful. Dean didn't mind, though. His head was spinning with pleasure, completely forgetting that he didn't even want to be enjoying this.

The demon came first, then wrapped his hand around Dean's cock, helping him to completion. Dean moaned loudly as he came all over the demon's hand and his own stomach. He had a few moments to catch his breath before the demon pulled out of him and nudged at Dean to get him to roll over.

Dean did as he was told, laying down on his back and looking up at the man above him, unsure of what to think now. He watched the other's eyes move over his body before he ducked down, licking the cum off Dean's stomach. He bit his tongue to keep himself from groaning, quickly shifting his focus to stare at the ceiling. The demon chuckled as he pulled back, seemingly knowing exactly what was going through Dean's head as he laid down beside him.

"Now, was that so bad?" he murmured.

Dean hesitated, not wanting to admit just how much he had enjoyed that. This guy was a demon. A male demon. There was no way he should, in any way, enjoy having sex with him. "I'm straight, and I was just fucked by a demon. What do you think?" he demanded, avoiding the question.

He rolled his eyes. "Who are you trying to convince with that statement?"

"I'm not trying to convince anyone of anything. I was just answering your question."

"Well, if you didn't enjoy that, you sure have an interesting way of showing it."

"I did what I had to do." And surely that was all it was, right? He found the pleasure in it to distract himself from what he was doing.

"Oh, you did far more than that. You were amazing, Dean."

"Great, a demon thinks I'm amazing," Dean muttered. "So, do I get your name now?"

"Not quite yet. You need to prove yourself in other ways first."

"And how do I need to do that?" he asked irritably, dreading the answer.

"You'll see when it happens."

"Fine. So, what now?"

"I'll send you back to your newly clean brother and call on you whenever I need you."

"That's it?"

"I told you, Dean. Normal life. I do want to make one thing perfectly clear, though. You belong to me. If anyone else touches you, they will be killed, and you will be punished. Understood?"

Dean knew he shouldn't be surprised by that, but it still wasn't pleasant to hear. "Yeah, understood. I'm your property and you don't like sharing."

The demon smirked. "Good boy." He leaned in and kissed him.