Hiddlebatch one shot(s)

Demons-Demon hunter AU

Summary: so this one is a little bit weird but it's kinda based on Supernatural, if you don't know what that is it's an American TV show about two brothers who hunt ghosts, demons and other bad shit... With their gay angel boyfriends!

Words: so many

Triggers: a bit scary, and I think that's it!

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Tom walked into the shabby looking bunker, it's interior sporting old wood held together by cement, it wasn't much but it was only temporary, their regular home would soon be welcoming them back from their week long trip. For now they stayed quietly in their old, dead friends home for their case. Hunting some Wendigo of some form or relation. Tom knocked on the inside door, "Ben! I'm back." He called to his hunting partner, most likely in the kitchen grabbing an Angry Orchard cider, his personal favourite, and hopefully a meat of some sort to refuel him with protein for their new job.

Tom strode into the kitchen, a notebook full of victim's families quotes clutched in his grasp. He was surprised to see Ben leaned over the cabinet, an almost evil smirk curling at his lips from what Tom could see. He tapped His friends shoulder, "Find something good, eh?" he asked, Ben's head whipped around, "Sorry. Ben's not available at the moment. Leave a message?" he cackled.

The once familiar blue green gorgeous irises of Tom's best friend flickered into black slits, devouring his whole eye in an eerie loss of all colour but black. Tom backed up, his hands stuttering to find the door way without tuning around. Before he could turn to grab the salt he kept in his backpack but before he could grasp it he was flung across the room, landing against the wall with a sharp thud. The demon possessing Benedict smiled, even laughed a bit as the hunter slid up the wall, arms and legs sprawled out in a star fish form.

Tom gasped for breath, the pressure against his chest reminding him of his childhood, when he would go to the local fair whilst his father tracked down some kind of beast and go on the tilt a round. A machine that spun you so fast gravity no longer mattered and you could create shapes with your bodies, upside down, parallel, it didn't matter. But this was different, there was no week long boyfriend holding his hand as they spun around so fast they got sick, now he was in front of his best friend, unable to move, his heart eating too fast for his lungs to keep up.

The demon snickered, "Oooh, I bet Ben loves this, he's dreamt about you pinned up against a wall, sure not like this, but we could do that, what do you say Benny?" The demon howled with laughter as Ben screamed at him, trying to claw at the creature that bore his body.

But nothing happened.

"He says no, but I don't think I could stop myself, such a pretty boy like yourself? I would love to get a piece of it. Ben would to, I'm sure of it, he just imagined it a bit different."

The demon lowered Tom, firmly connecting their lips and Tom squirmed, moving his head to the side, "Get off of me!" he tried to scream, trying to kick the being off of him. The demon grabbed his arm, "Oh scrawny boy, I could kill you in two ticks-"

"Exorcizamus te omnis immundus-" he started before being cut off by the demon strangling him. His air quickly shut off and Tom tried to speak the exorcism but his words caught in his throat, his lungs screaming for air with each passing second, "Ready to stop?" he asked and Tom nodded as he felt himself begin gasping for air.

He coughed for a few seconds, his whole body aching and screaming for the air finally retuning. The demon let Tom collapse on the floor in a heap, Tom's body crumpling to the ground. The demon pulled his hand back and struck Tom as he was still getting up, knees failing him. He held on to his scream, tracing his fingers over the rising red hand print on his face.

The anger inside him began to boil, his body becoming numb with every slap an. Soon he rose to his feet, ignoring the attempted beating, pulling his hand back and punch as hard as his form allowed. Tom smiled when he stuttered backwards into a chair, demon trap painted in red paint lining the bottom.

He tried to move out and hissed, "Don't you ever- EVER think you can touch us, especially not him, because he's my favourite, dickwad." his voice croaked as he choked back tears, "You can remove me, sure, but first let me tell you a little something, Benny boy here is clawing at himself, screaming at me to get out so you to can have your make up sex- make out session. Oh wait, no sex, prude boy here never lost his virginity! Ooo! How juicy! And he was so close, poor Benedict."

Tom's head cocked to the side, "Oh shit, sorry Tom! Wasn't supposed to say anything about that, or that he dreams about you, thinks about you constantly, how fucking pitiful-"

He was cut off by the sharp words of the exorcism, the demon screeching in his seat, twitching around and crying for more. Black smoke filled the air, flying out a cracked window, an eerie screech following the black cloud.

The air cleared, silence replace the black smoke and Ben hadn't gotten a single word.

He didn't really desire to.

He stood up, his hands shaking and his body sore and gave a small glance at Tom to acknowledge him. He was about to mutter thank you, tension screaming through the air and tightening around his throat, making his breaths uneven.

In a matter of seconds the tension was split, Tom, his former best friend's mouth pressed against his mouth and moving quickly. Ben stumbled backwards a bit, his hands attempting to find his hunter's waist, pulling him in flush against his sore body. Tom pulled away quickly, "I love you, Ben. Don't ever change." he said softly, pressing their lips together quickly. only now he slowed down, pushing the wet, sweaty fringe from his forehead, pushing it behind his ears and moving his hand to cup his cheek.

Their mouths move together, their tongues dancing about in each other's mouths with ease, as if they ha done this before, like they were made together in the same blink.

"I'm so sorry." Benedict whispered softly, his eyes their familiar complex of blue and green swirled together brightly, "For what?" Benedict managed to move one hand from his waist and run it over the small scratch left from the once perfectly imprinted red hand mark. Tom shook his head softly, "Oh I don't mind, I'm just glad you're back." he mumbled back.

Ben felt tear well into his eyes and Tom wiped them away with his thumb, "But now you know.." Benedict's voice trailed off, "Know that I love you? I knew that." he replied to his shaking voice.

Tom, the leather jacket bearing, world holder, kissed him again, tilting his head to the right for the most access to the soft plump eager lips that waited.

"Were we so stupid a demon had to tell us? Is that our story or..." Benedict's familiar voice queried, "I don't care." Tom answered, not really paying attention to him at all.

He found himself captured by Benedict's eyes, savouring their colour as if he had never seen them, their sparkling colour, "Tom?" Benedict said, his arms wrapped around Tom's neck, "Ben." Tom replied, "You're staring." Ben mumbled.

Tom nodded in response, still not properly able to take his eyes off of Ben's.

And so they stood their, captured in each others arms and gazes, still not all together sure what had completely sure what had happened, Ben's body numbing with each passing second.

A/N: Sorry it's been to long, and that this is shitty.... but I've been super busy.... also my Hiddlesbatch story is up! so give that a look please!

Fun fact: I got hit on today... I started laughing afterwards... and then told my GIRLfriend.... yeah. That made my week, what and idiot.

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