What Goes Bump in the Night

SPN (Supernatural) Kalluzeb AU - in the same "Dance with the Devil" 'verse as my friend HixyStix's  - This is a spicy fic set just after her 'Pale Moonlight' fic. It is still being edited and is unbeta'd, but you get a sneak peak! Enjoy.

The room was clean, he had to admit, but still typically dingy for a cheap, roadside motel on the outskirts of town. The wallpaper was hideous, two decades behind, and peeling at the ceiling where water spots stained the pock-marked surface.

He raised an eyebrow at the tacky, patterned bedspread before unbuttoning his well-tailored suit jacket to sit on the chair right next to the bed. At least the plain gray of the chair's fabric wasn't as offending as the rest of the room. Really, hunters had no taste for the finer things this world had to offer.

The only thing to indicate that this was the hunter's room were the few pieces of familiar clothing drying from a recent washing in the bathroom, along with other toiletries strewn across the counter. The shirts were all various plaids, muted greens and yellows, and the only saving grace in their ugliness was the way in which they complimented their owner's hazel eyes.

Kallus was only left waiting a few minutes before there was the telltale screech of old brakes under duress and the rattling purr of a familiar van's engine cutting off just outside.

Zeb Orrelios himself barreled into the motel room, key torn from where it had been slammed into the keyhole of the door and thrown on the small end table at the threshold. The hunter gave him a sour glare as he double-locked the door, the shiiick of the chain lock sliding into place with distinctive purpose. It was laughable.

"You can't trap a demon by such primitive means," Kallus said haughtily.

"Arrogant bastard, that's not for you," Orrelios said grumpily, still standing at the door. Kallus frowned.

"And surely a seasoned hunter such as yourself isn't afraid of what goes bump in the night."

"Remember last time? Noise complaint?" The bigger man said, giving him an exasperated glare.

"Are you suggesting we are going to keep fucking even with management trying to break down the door?" Kallus scoffed. "You are very confident in your skills. Too confident."

"Say that after I'm balls deep and making you scream my name," Orrelios taunted.

"Your pride knows no bounds."

"And yours is any better? You're a fucking tease, Kallus. Kissin' and runnin' like you always do."

"I'm here, aren't I?" Kallus gave a small tut. "Aw, did I leave you hard and wanting?" He inspected his nails nonchalantly and nodded to the van on the other side of the wall. "You're the one who rushed here. So eagerly, I might add."

"Like you don't want it either," the hunter bit back, finally tugging his jacket and shirt off. Kallus' eyes drank in the sight.

Any contrary retort got caught in his throat and went unvoiced because Kallus did want. Terribly. He had left the crossroads hard and wanting too; tempted, he thinks, too easily to his current addiction. Vices for a demon such as he weren't uncommon, but this particular one did seem more dangerous than others. Maybe that was what made it all the more provocative and alluring, a drug he could not and did not want to quit, but nevertheless needed to keep private.

Kallus openly observed and appreciated the muscles and dark hair of Zeb’s well-chiseled body, tattoos adorning his arms and shoulders like he was some kind of beastly, gorgeous creature. Beyond the tiger-like stripes, the only other tattoo was the anti-possession symbol right on his chest, above his heart.

"Finally found a way to shut you up? Must have been right on my mark," Orrelios taunted, making a show of slowly unbuttoning his dark denim pants.

Kallus bristled. "Why don't you hurry up and get over here. You can really shut me up with your cock down my throat."

"Fucking hell Kal, you just come right out with it, don'tcha."

"Would you rather I be demure and innocent, blushing at the mere sight of you?" Kallus glowered up at him as he approached.

"Maybe a little," Orrelios pouted, and his meaty hand reached down and tugged at his silk tie. Kallus resisted at first, until the hunter fisted it and all but pulled him up to standing.

They settled into each other's proximity for a few heated seconds, until Orrelios finally leaned forward and pulled him in for a fierce kiss, still holding on to his tie like some kind of damned leash. And fuck, he kissed him like he meant it; strong and thorough and familiar.

He tasted like the yearning earth under the first rain; heady and musky and so unlike the acrid, sulfuric burn of a fellow demon. Kallus couldn't deny it was the best damn thing on his tongue in years.

The kiss was dirty, and not just because of who he was kissing, or the filthy use of tongue and teeth. It was dirty because it was raw and passionate, open and freeing in a way that it shouldn't be. Not for a demon, and least of all, not for him. It was wrong, and the fact that this hunter was the one to wade himself through his smokey charade made him want to recoil further into his fiery, murky depths in Hell. But he didn't recoil; he wanted to wind around every inch he could touch; to envelope and hoard and drag this man into the dark with him.

"I hate you, Orrelios," Kallus snarled when they broke for air. The reprieve didn't last but a moment before their lips collided again.

"Zeb," the hunter rumbled after another fervent kiss. "We agreed, you call me Zeb when we're like this. Hate you too, by the way."

"Shut up Zeb, you talk too much," Kallus snapped, though it came out far more breathy than scathing. He nipped at his lips and could feel the way Zeb smirked.

"You're the one being mouthy."

"Then occupy it with something other than your tongue."

"Alright, alright. Want it that bad, huh? On yer knees, then," Zeb said cheekily. Kallus could feel his eyes on him the entire time as he dropped down to the mottled and stained carpet of the motel room.

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This wouldn't be like their first time together. It could almost be called awkward, the way that Kallus had been all too eager that night to fall to his knees right then and there to suck the hunter off in the aftermath of a battle against another yellow eyed demon. Kallus was still trying to erase the image from memory of that first time withZeb, as he looked down at him, surprised but smug,while Kallus deepthroated him to a fast and messy end. They had been far too aggressive with each other that time, and it was all over far quicker than he had wanted.

Yet tonight, even with the intent to savor their time together, Kallus was still impatient as he pried the hunter's jeans the rest of the way down,  peeling the hideously green briefs down and away from his groin.

Zeb was a big man. Everything about him was: from his body to his voice, from his combat style to his closely-guarded heart. All things to be manipulated of course, he told himself, as he buried his nose into the thick curls of Zeb's sex.

The hunter's cock was hard and hot against his cheek, the heavy organ standing as erect as it could with its weight and size. Kallus slid a hand upwards and trailed over Zeb's balls, gliding his long fingers up the length until the shaft was standing straight. He held it up like that, and began to lick and kiss at it, letting out a pleased hum at the salty musk of its now-familiar scent and flavor.

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Once it was sufficiently slick enough, Kallus tightened his grip and began to pump at it, looking up at Zeb with dark promise. The hunter was simply watching him, his hooded eyes full of lust and his lip being tugged under a pearly incisor.

Kallus didn't break eye contact as he laid the tip of Zeb's cock on his tongue and began to flick at the swollen flesh. A hand reached down and Kallus felt big fingers dig into his coiffed hair, loosening the slicked-back styling. Kallus could take the hint. He licked his lips and then wrapped them around Zeb's girthy cock and began to suck and move.

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He swallowed and gulped when the tip hit the back of his throat and slid down, his gag reflex gone a long time ago along with his humanity. His fingers wrapped around the base and chased his lips as they slid forward and back. On each long retreat, when the tip almost left his mouth, Kallus twisted his wrist expertly, and that move had the hunter above him moaning obscenely.

"Oh fuck, shit -shit…" Zeb cursed, as if he had forgotten how good it could be. Kallus knew he was good at it; he was good at a great many things.

Two hands now carded through his loosened locks of hair, holding but not quite forcing the movement of his head as he bobbed along the thick shaft expertly. Just when he thought the hunter was nearing a hasty end, he pulled off and caught his breath, holding Zeb's cock in a possessive hold.

One of the hands in his hair tightened its grip and tugged. An unvoiced you're stopping? hung in the air but Kallus just glared at him. Who do you think I am? followed it.

As if he was retaliating, Kallus gave a small nip to the side of Zeb's dick before suckling at the spot.

"Don't bite it off, else you want the fun to stop here," Zeb warned, now petting his hair in a surprisingly soothing caress.

"I know you like it dangerous," Kallus taunted, voice hoarse, and started to pump shallowly at Zeb's cock, teasing at it with just the brush of his teeth this time.

"Not that dangerous," Zeb murmured.

"Fine," Kallus said flippantly and went back to it. He had almost threatened to be gentle with the delicate hunter, but figured he'd save that jab for another night.

Saliva dripped wetly from his mouth and down his chin as he continued, his tongue going in lavishing, sloppy swirls around the head of Zeb's cock. Kallus kissed and sucked with fervor and fisted at the base, his other hand rubbing at the underside and space behind his ballsack.

That combination worked its charm and after only about a minute more, Zeb's legs gave a telltale wobble, his balls tightening, and Kallus' hair was being yanked until he was forced to pull off. His hand was covered by Zeb's larger one and held still as the bigger man orgasmed.

Kallus closed his eyes, expecting Zeb to come on his face, but all he felt was a small splatter on his cheek after what seemed like a healthy load, what with the way Zeb was panting and moaning like he was.

When he opened his eyes, he saw where it had all ended up: all over his silk tie and dark designer suit.

Kallus swore his eyes were glowing as he turned his glare up to Zeb. The hunter was looking quite pleased with himself, despite his murderous gaze, shuffling the two steps it took to sit down on the edge of the bed, where he began to kick off his boots and the rest of his clothes.

"Do you have any idea how much this suit cost me?" Kallus bit out, and was thankful the cloth in his breast pocket was untouched as he plucked it out and began to dab at his mouth and chin.

"That didn't shut you up long," Zeb said under his breath. "You still look hot. I might even say I find you hotter lookin' jus' like that."

Kallus raised an incredulous eyebrow at him and stood, his knees stiff from being on the ground so long.

"Although, you'll look even better with none of it on," Zeb suggested, his eyes transfixed on the mess of his front, a mess he made. Kallus watched heatedly as Zeb ran a hand through his own curly hair. "Get it off and leme make sure you get what we bargained for."

"You'd better."

Kallus loosened his tie and draped it on the chair's arm; soiled as it was, it was still worth the attempt at salvaging. He removed his suit jacket next and laid it over the opposite arm, his trousers and belt on the seat cushion. He slipped his polished leather shoes off and set them under the chair with his socks. All that was left was his dress shirt and boxers.

He heard the springs of the bed squeak, indicating Zeb had moved, and then he was being pulled backwards into an embrace and sat down into a bare lap.

"Slowest strip tease ever," Zeb breathed into his ear from behind him, his hands already groping hungrily over his body.

"Wasn't meant to be one."

"Next time lemme rip 'em off ya instead," Zeb growled merrily. As appealing as that actually did sound, Kallus gave a scoff.

"Next time, I’d rather swallow than ruin another suit,” Kallus said brazenly and the hunter chuckled hotly against his neck, where he was nuzzling at the nape, right below his hairline.

"I’ll keep that in mind.” Zeb began to leave big kisses along his neck as his hand slipped down and palmed at his erection, still trapped in his boxers. He rubbed at it and squeezed, letting out a pleased purr. “Hm, glad to see you still enjoyed it, like always.”

“We’re hardly even yet,” Kallus bit back.

“Yet,” Zeb echoed.

“If you can even get it up again,” Kallus added and the hunter made a disapproving grunt.

Both of Zeb’s hands suddenly were fisting into his shirt and ripping it open, popping buttons from their place and making them scatter across the carpet.

“You -bastard!” Kallus exclaimed, mouth open in shock; but his face quickly morphed into a tight scowl of pleasure as Zeb touched his bare chest, pinched a nipple, and went back to fondling his privates. His head fell back against one of the hunter’s broad shoulders.

“Oh, it’ll be up, babe. Don’t you worry that pretty ass of yours, it’ll get what’s coming to it, all of it,” Zeb told him against the shell of his ear. Kallus shivered. He hated when he used such endearments with him.

Kallus rolled his shoulders and with Zeb’s help, shed the garment completely. It had barely hit the chair before Kallus was being slung over onto his back on the bed. His boxers never made it with the rest of the clothing, as Zeb had taken the liberty to drag them off his body himself and toss them over his shoulder carelessly. He couldn’t even protest this as Zeb occupied his mouth with a sultry kiss next.

Just when he was about to grow impatient with the kisses, as nice and enticing as they were, Zeb made a prompting noise and pulled away. The hunter shuffled off the bed and left Kallus to stare, beleaguered, at the motel’s ceiling. And the hunter had given him a hard time about kissing and running.

“Where are you going?” Kallus asked pointedly.

Zeb didn’t answer him, but from the sounds of it, he was at the counter in the bathroom. When he returned, he threw down what he had retrieved from there: a washcloth, a bottle of lube and a foiled condom. Kallus almost said something sarcastic but held back; at least the hunter was prepared this time.

Kallus shimmied up the bed towards the headboard as gracefully as one could, naked and fully erect with another man crawling up and over with him. When Kallus’ head hit the too-soft pillow, Zeb settled back and wedged his legs between his own. Kallus smirked and spread his legs wide, giving him a clear and deliberate invitation.

“I get to play this time? Either I’m lucky or you’re being lazy,” Zeb said as he squeezed some lube onto his fingers and shifted closer, his focus zeroed in on his package and the tight ring of muscle under it.

Kallus crossed his arms over his head and settled his body. “I am not lazy. I am simply indulging.”

“Uh-huh,” Zeb hummed dubiously and finally got to work opening him up. “I think it’s a lil of both.”

“Fair enough,” he conceded, not really focusing on conversation anymore and instead closing his eyes and very much indulging in the tight stretch as Zeb played with his rim.

Zeb let out low murmurings and encouragements that he really didn’t need, but listened to all the same. Kallus was complimented with every added finger, praised with dirty expletives when Zeb was easily plunging three big fingers in all the way. A slight coolness dripped around his stretched hole as Zeb squeezed more lube around the area and pumped his fingers in and out, the sound so wet and filthy with the generous amount of slickness applied there.

When Zeb twisted his wrist so he could curl one of his fingers right against his prostate, Kallus couldn’t help the unbidden gasp that crooned from his throat, his back arching. Zeb curled his finger again and tapped against it once more. Kallus’ arms swung down as if to stop him but halted midway, his hands fisting and then grabbing at his thighs to spread himself wider. He shuddered and let out a bit-back cry of pure pleasure.

“Wanna come like this or on my cock?” Zeb asked him, sounding breathless and urgent. Kallus sucked in a ragged breath as he considered this amidst the building pressure that could very well tip towards climax at any moment.

“Please tell me you’re hard again,” Kallus puffed out when he came to his decision. He had tried to sound seductive and in control, but the desperate plea that ultimately controlled his voice was obvious in its execution.

“Gettin’ there,” Zeb admitted, his tone slightly sheepish. He pulled his fingers out, leaving Kallus with the uncomfortable feeling of being stretched out, empty, and unsatisfied.

With some amount of effort, Kallus sat up in bed and watched as the hunter took hold of his half-hard cock and began to stroke it. Kallus almost huffed indignantly; was he just supposed to sit here and wait? He would not be kept idle.

“On your back,” Kallus instructed with impatience. Zeb gave him a look, his hand stopping its movements. “Let me help,” he added in exasperation.

Zeb switched places with him and spread out, with a ‘have at it’ expression and gesture.

Kallus crawled between Zeb's legs, muscled thighs shifting to accommodate his body as he began to kiss and lick his way from his navel to his neck. His abs twitched as he tasted the sweat that had beaded there, and coarse hair tickled his lips as he followed it upwards, a thicker gathering of it across his chest enticing him to explore more.

The anti-possession symbol sizzled against his tongue, the tiniest puff of steam filling his mouth. The tingle of a burn, as if he sipped his tea too soon, lingered on the tip of his tongue as he then dipped lower and circled a dark brown nipple. He sucked and then nipped at the bud, eyes looking up through his lashes to watch as Zeb watched him with lust and hunger, and a fair share of irritability.

"Don't hurt y'self," Zeb admonished.

"I do what I please," Kallus said and gave him a smirk the devil himself would be jealous of, and licked the tattoo again, "and who I please."

Even after an appreciative sound, Zeb grumbled to himself. "And that's a long list, huh? I should be flattered I'm one of 'em?"

"Don't be trite," Kallus said, finally working the rest of the way up so he could leave wet, open-mouthed kisses along Zeb's neck and bearded jawline. He was now sprawled over the hunter’s thick body, their legs slotted and their groins rubbing together. His hands tangled in dark hair and he bit at an earlobe. He felt more than heard the moan of pleasure deep in Zeb's throat.

“Thought you’d get right to it,” Zeb said, alluding to the fact Kallus had yet to pay any attention to his dick, beyond being nudged at by his own stiff member in their current position. “So what’s all this then, more indulging? Not that I’m complainin’ -cuz it feels real good you squirmin’ all over me like this.”

Squirming? He wasn't squirming, he was getting him aroused. Clearly the hunter still had something to learn in the art of seduction.

“I’m getting you hard,” Kallus simply replied, miffed. “It’s not working?” He asked incredulously.

“It’s working,” Zeb assured him and Kallus’ back twitched as the hunter began to rub his fingers along his spine. The other hand occupied itself into his hair, tucking strands that had fallen forward back behind his ear, and repeating the process when it inevitably fell again.

It was bordering on being too intimate for the demon to process, so he snaked a hand down to wrap his fingers around the hunter's cock and stroked at it insistently.

"Impatient much?" Zeb teased, bending his knee so he could give little thrusts in time with his strokes.

"I have yet to come, of course I'm impatient."

"Coulda gotten you off easy there if you'd've let me."

"I don't want easy, I want you to work for it. I didn't think you'd be the type of man to half-ass sex," Kallus growled, his grip bordering on the none-too-gentle side. Zeb seemed to be good for it, however, hips jerking his dick up into his hand with more force.

"I'm not, and I'll make sure you know it when I'm through," Zeb growled back, his hazel eyes burning almost as brightly as a demon's would.

"Prove it. You boasted balls deep and me screaming your name. Are you a man of your word or not?" Kallus sneered and the hunter's cock swelled fully in his hand. Not a moment after that, Zeb had their positions switched and was manhandling him into a prone position on his back and throwing his knees wide open.

Zeb grabbed at the foil packet almost hidden under the rumpled duvet and tore it open. He slid the condom on and roughly spread more lube at his twitching, ready hole and finally plunged himself inside.

Kallus arched his neck and his eyelashes fluttered shut, listening as Zeb grunted loudly as he sank deeper and deeper until he was fully impaled. A man of his word, indeed.

The first proper thrust pulled a louder cry from Kallus' throat, and he shuddered as he felt Zeb lick a long stripe up his craning, exposed neck and let out another groan of his own.

Zeb retreated and pushed back in, slow but punishing with his sheer size and girth. Kallus could feel his rim try to flex and relax around the massive length, fluttering with each backstroke until it was stretched fully again when Zeb bottomed out. Then Zeb picked up his pace, and the wonderful sensations compounded themselves into a tighter coil.

Kallus gripped at Zeb's waist, thumbs right over his hip bones, and held on tight. Zeb began to hammer into him hard, making the old bed creak, the worn mattress springs groaning with abuse under them.

"Shit, it's so fuckin' good," Zeb mumbled above him, his arms shifting so his elbows locked, the muscles tight as they held up his bulk. He almost sounded surprised and angry about it, like he lamented the fact.

Kallus wondered if Zeb was able to let go like this with other lovers, if he even dared to. Kallus found himself smiling wickedly because he was pretty sure he already knew the answer to that.

The snap of Zeb's hips grew stronger and wilder as he fucked into him, as if he knew the reason for Kallus's mirth and was doubling down on the unsaid taunt.

"Havin' fun?" Zeb growled, his voice strained from his efforts. "You like bein' fucked into the mattress like this. Yeah, you like bein' fucked out of your mind by a hunter, don'tcha?"

Kallus managed a confident chuckle and gripped tighter into Zeb's waist, nails skirting the edge of breaking skin. "Harder," he snarled, his smile going wider as Zeb gave in to the challenge.

"Like this? Hm? Am I workin' for it 'nuff?" Zeb pounded into him with more power, the slap of flesh wet and loud in the stale air of the motel.

"Harder!" Kallus snarled again, the slamming beat created by the force of Zeb's thrusts thumped it's way through his body in a relentless rhythm, stuttering his voice and moans of pleasure.

Kallus' legs and hips burned in delicious protest, his hole being thoroughly ravaged. Being used like this never felt more filling than it did here, with him. Kallus could relent control with Zeb; something he couldn't do with anyone else, in or out of the bedroom. He couldn't show that he did like to be fucked into a mattress, and the danger and thrill that it was a hunter -this hunter- that made it hotter than Hell itself. He wouldn’t give the other man that kind of satisfaction.

But Kallus had to agree: it was fucking good. So good, in fact, that he could already feel everything that had been building to his climax before come rushing right back.

Zeb's darker skin shined with sweat, every one of his muscles taut and hard at work, his glorious cock scrubbing in and out of him obscenely.

Even after falling to his elbows from his waning effort, Zeb still managed to grind into him with powerful rolls of his hips. His movements were more shallow in the new position, but they felt just as generous and deep. And the closer proximity also allowed for Kallus to nip and lick lewdly at the hunter's open, panting mouth, stealing each of his breaths for himself.

Zeb chased after his tongue and lips and, soon, he was kissing him again. Every break for a gasp of air was punctuated with a moan or whine, their lips refusing to part one another for long stretches as they intensified.

Finally, Kallus could feel a familiar curl in his belly, and there was a rush of white-hot tingling making his groin feel like it was being squeezed exquisitely.

"Don't stop, I'm so close," Kallus said in a strangled sigh of breath.

He knew Zeb wouldn't. He may be a hunter, but he wasn't cruel, even if sometimes Kallus expected him to be; wanted him to. Despite the bravado and barbs they exchanged, he was actually a very generous lover, and Kallus knew it.

Zeb made an encouraging, pleased noise, almost as if he could hear his inner thoughts. The hunter shifted his position, leaning on one arm and hitching a knee higher, under his own leg. His freed hand expertly wrapped around Kallus' neglected dick and began to give it some much-needed attention. The added stimulation nearly had Kallus shaking as the tingling squeeze turned into an electric current.

Kallus whimpered, an embarrassing noise that he had no control over. His fingers scratched and kneaded through Zeb's beard as he held his cheeks with his shaking hands.

"Yeah, gonna come? Gonna come for me, sweetheart?" Zeb asked him, not teasingly like he always thought he would, but sweetly -like he actually cared.

"Fuck!" Kallus barely choked out, his initial fuck you to the obscene endearment morphing into a pleading whimper. He hated how Zeb could do that to him; break the eloquence and collected nature he prided himself with.

"That's it, come for me, come for me, you'll look so good comin' for me," Zeb continued to say, rocking deeply into him and jerking him off relentlessly. He gave him fleeting kisses between his rising cries.

"Zeb! Ah!" Kallus shouted. "Fuck, Zeb!"

"That's it sweetheart, scream my name," Zeb's plea was raw and real against his lips. "Scream my fucking name."

"Zeb! Ah, yes! Zeb!" Kallus slammed his eyes shut and there was a spasm up his spine as his release shook loose. He came hard, his breath holding for that single blinding moment before his ejaculate finally began to spurt out of him.

Hot ropes painted his chest and belly and he exhaled with a satisfied puff of air, his breaths shaky after that as he began to come down.

"God, you're gorgeous," Zeb told him, still holding his cock possessively in his fist, gently milking it, drips of spend running over his knuckles. "An' you squeeze me so tight when you come. Y'feel so good, sweetheart."

Kallus hummed, appreciating the praise, even with that hideous endearment. He felt his asshole unclench and Zeb let out a deep grunt. Kallus licked his swollen lips and squirmed languidly, feeling that Zeb was still deep inside and still rock hard.

"Join me," Kallus coaxed, his voice hoarse from overuse. His thumbs soothed over Zeb's bearded chin and glided over his plush bottom lip. "Zeb, join me."

"Okay," Zeb whispered and leaned down to give him a slow and soft kiss before pushing himself up so he was more upright on his haunches. Warm, steady hands held his hips in place as he adjusted and they stayed there when he started to move again.

His thrusts were measured and achingly attentive, almost selfless to his own needs, as if he hadn't been pounding Kallus' abused hole with such ferocity just minutes ago.

Just when Kallus was going to make a comment that he wasn't delicate and didn't have to be treated as such, he noticed that the pace and care were obviously doing it for the other man. His face was contorted in mounting pleasure, his eyes watching intensely at where they were joined, cock pulling out almost completely and plunging back in, balls coming flush with his backside and pressing into the reddened flesh as he pushed impossibly deeper.

Kallus thought he was torturing himself, but soon it didnt matter, because Zeb sucked in a sudden gasp and gave one last jerking thrust before pulling out hastily.

Zeb yanked the condom off just in time for his orgasm to visibly shudder through him. Kallus watched raptly as his cock expelled more come onto his abdomen. Zeb's eyes raked over his debauched body, covered in sweat and their combined mess, until his gaze locked with his own again.

The hunter gave him a sated, dopey, genuine smile and Kallus felt his throat tighten and his insides churn.

Kallus… hated? Yes, Kallus hated this man, this hunter, who made him hate so recklessly. He hated how he made him feel, how he spun his world around, how he made him ask questions he never wanted to ask himself.

Zeb, of course always the damned gentleman that he was, was the first to start wiping them both clean with the washcloth he had brought over. He didn't call him lazy either, doing everything in relative silence.

Lately, each consecutive tryst with the hunter seemed to result in a longer afterwards. However, that didn't mean anything other than Kallus wanting to indulge in the down time. He reminded himself of that over and over again as they finished their cleaning and threw the soiled towels in a corner.

They pushed the duvet down together and there was an awkward pause of what was going to happen next.

"We're not even," Kallus blurted out before things escalated.

"What?"

"You came twice, it's not even," Kallus said. Zeb let out a huff, putting the pillows that had fallen off the bed back at the top.

"Stick around for once, and I'll make sure you get another one," he said, obviously meaning for it to be a jab than an actual offer.

"Alright," Kallus said and folded back the sheet to slide under it. There was the slightest pause, not quite a hitch, that wavered in the hunter's breathing and actions.

"Right," Zeb said quickly, recovering from whatever it was that passed through him. He got into bed next to him with a frown. "And I s'pose you're gonna keep the coven information to yourself until we are 'even' again?" Zeb made quotations with his fingers.

"Yes, because we are not even," he reiterated.

"But it's not the quantity, it's the quality, innit?" Zeb asked, one eyebrow raised.

"For a demon, it's always quantity. I want my due, hunter, and this is fair trade."

"This is bullshit, and you know it." Zeb snorted.

"Don't delude yourself into this being anything more than what it is," Kallus said in his best menacing tone, even as they both settled into the bed further, quite close to the other. It was almost aggravatingly comfortable; Zeb warm by his side and his body sore but in a good kind of way.

"Right," Zeb repeated, holding the vowel a little longer than necessary, Kallus thought. "But what if I get off on gettin' you off?"

"Don't." Kallus thought that solution was simple enough.

"Don't get off? Tch, Kal, c'mon," Zeb groused. He folded his arms across his chest and sank back into the pillows. The next words from the hunter were a little more serious. "What if… what if after our next round, I agreed to owe you one."

"One? One what?"

"Something. A favor; just that I'd owe you one."

And wasn't that a delicious temptation for a demon. Kallus could almost feel his mouth water at the prospect. Asking for his soul as collateral was too much: he knew the hunter would never agree to that. But still, the temptation to ask for it was palpable, just at the tip of his tongue.

"This sounds… acceptable." Kallus smoothed the sheets over his lap and leaned back against his too-soft pillows. "But how do I know you'll keep your word?"

Zeb let out an exasperated sigh. "I think you know I'm an honorable man, Kallus. And despite you being a royal asshole about it, I think you're one too."

Kallus scowled, his eyes darting to look at Zeb's silhouette at the edge of his peripheral vision. Kallus wasn't sure if he would call his own unique morals 'honorable' but he decided it was a moot point to bring that up now.

"Shake on it?" Zeb offered his hand.

Kallus looked down at the open palm being offered in front of him. He had already accepted the agreement, but if Zeb was offering to confirm it in his own official way, he wasn't about to deny him of it. Especially since yes, Zeb Orrelios was an honorable man, and he knew it.

Their hands met, in a much more innocent connection of their bodies that night, but just as intimate in its meaning. Kallus made sure his grip was firm as they shook on it. The contact was solid, warm, and downright civil. It also lingered, just a few seconds too long.

When Zeb dropped his hand away to flop back to his space, he let out a sigh of amused air. "Never thought I'd be making a deal with the devil, and especially not in bed with him."

"I'm not the devil," Kallus reminded him coolly, thinking it also wasn't the kind of deal he truly wanted with the hunter; one with more at stake than a simple mortal, human favor.

"Close enough, you asshole," Zeb grumbled, but with a smile in his voice. "But speakin' of that, give me an hour and I'll be up for that next round. I'm going to get a nap in, cuz that was a bit of a workout."

"Charming," Kallus remarked and rolled his eyes. His backside had seen plenty of action to keep him satisfied until that next addictive itch began to become a nuisance. But even as he thought that, the insatiable curl of want inside him craved more; eager for Kallus to keep indulging and to be filled and wrecked so thoroughly again that night.

Zeb reached over and flicked the bedside lamp off, the room reduced to shadows and the faint glow of the bathroom light.

“You should get some rest too.” Zeb folded his arms under his head and settled into the bed further, this time shamelessly letting their bodies touch and come together under the sheet. Kallus let it happen with mild reluctance. “Demon’s sleep, right?”

Kallus made an exasperated noise, choosing not to dignify that with an answer. “I’ll keep watch for things that go… bump.”

“Hehe, ‘kay,” Zeb said with a tired laugh and was soon fast asleep.

Hours later, deep into the night and after their next vigorous and fervid round of sex, Kallus wrote down the names of some of the coven members around Dathomir that he knew about, including the biggest clue he could possibly think to give.

“The Nightsisters, huh? Think I’ve heard rumblings about them before.” Zeb scratched at his beard as he studied the names written in Kallus’ tight, neat scrawl. Kallus willfully tried not to dwell on the reminder of when that beard had rubbed itself between his thighs just an hour prior. Kallus cleared his throat before speaking.

“They shouldn’t be underestimated. The coven is large, larger than you think, something your meager research doesn’t reflect yet.” Kallus couldn’t help the jab, even if the research was quality and extensive already, the hunter had merely scratched the surface of a much larger problem. This wasn’t just an ordinary coven of witches.

But the hunter was smart, even if he seemed just the opposite. He wasn’t just muscle and good looks, he was skilled, cautious, and a man of his word. He was a worthy adversary, almost an equal. Had he just continued, he would have figured it out all on his own, Kallus was sure of it, but that didn’t quell his rising concern.

“So, I’ll need backup? Just another reason for you to come with me, get your demon on,” Zeb said, the earlier invitation from the crossroads just as laughable now as it was then.

“No,” Kallus said poignantly, even if the thought of Zeb going in alone against one of the most powerful covens in the world was enough to make him suggest something he wouldn’t normally do. “You should join up with those ghost hunting friends of yours, whatever they’re called, the Spacers.”

“Spectres,” Zeb corrected him, even though Kallus really did know their name. They had been a thorn in his crown almost incessantly, always popping up where they didn’t belong and dragging Zeb with them on their most dangerous hunts. As annoying as the Spectres were, however, Zeb was always welcomed in like the missing part of the group, and he always made it out of their escapades alive and well. And Kallus needed Zeb alive and well because he owed him a favor now. Kallus would not be left without the fulfillment of that which was owed to him, ever.

So, Kallus decided he would make it a point not to target the Spectres directly for now. Indirectly was another matter.

With their current dues settled, Kallus straightened his suit, mindful of the illicit, incriminating stains and went to collect his tie, still draped over the chair’s arm. That article had received most of the stains, and at the last minute he decided to leave it, not quite a parting gift but a sinful reminder for the hunter to deal with.

“So this is the part of the night where you kiss and run again,” Zeb said behind him with an air of defeat and a little bit of irritation.

“Our arrangement is simply over. Why would I ever stay?” Kallus schooled his face before turning to give the hunter a trademark, villainous smirk.

His descent back to Hell was a rising cloud of black, odorless smoke, the trails long and sinuous in the drab motel room. The scalding atmosphere from below pricked at his feet and gripped possessively at his legs as he began to let it pull him down.

"Wait." Zeb reached out into the inky swirls of his dark aura, unafraid, always so damned unafraid, and cupped his face.

"Why?" Kallus asked, meaning to sound incredulous, but his voice came out much softer.

"Cuz I'm not done kissing you before you run," Zeb murmured and pulled Kallus in to bring their lips together. His tongue lapped smoothly across his, sparking a fire in his belly and making the kiss border the line of decency.

Kallus let the smoke around him slither across Zeb’s body, over his arms and shoulders, tracing the tattoos there, and caressing and possessing him in a way his hands and lips and heart never could.

But every stolen moment was just that; something to be taken away. That was the nature of it, and the nature of a demon; to always be a creature of want, to always crave more, to never be satisfied. Zeb Orrelios was just a reminder of that, every damned time they were together.

When the kiss slowly ended, Kallus whispered against Zeb’s lips: "I hate you, hunter.”

"Kallus,” the way Zeb said his name made him hesitate a moment too long; a moment where he read too much into everything. “Kallus, ple-"

The demon didn't hear the rest; he couldn’t. He was already sinking away from the motel room, from the mortal plane, and back to Hell. The howl of brimstone and the familiar, pillowy winds of the underworld enveloped him. The roar of darkness deafened the seductive quiet of the world ‘above’ and boldly reminded him of where he would always belong.

Days later, Kallus watched from an undetectable distance as Orrelios and the Spectres ended their last siege against the Nightsister coven. Things had escalated enough that Kallus had almost interfered. This was only because that damned hunter owed him that favor, nothing more.

As the group made their way to a victory meal at the local diner, Kallus looked down at the hand he used to shake for the hunter’s favor. For the first time, he seriously considered what he would use that favor for. What was worth it?

Maybe… clarification on some rumors he heard going around.

Before he could stop himself, Kallus kissed his palm, chasing the fleeting memory. He scowled angrily at himself for the lapse in control before making a fist and stalking back into the dark.