Well Well Well Welcome To Hell

Mistakes

Violent and Steamy Chapter

Jack sat in the dimly lit apartment room, his head in his hands as the events of the past few weeks played through his mind. He took a deep breath as he leaned back into the dark green couch, The smell of smoke, alcohol, drugs, blood, dust, debris, and mildew filled his nose. The demon got up. "Jack would have a fit if he saw the place like this.." He mumbled to himself, going over to the light switch and flicking it on and off. He sighed after a minute. "Nothing's going my way anymore."

Jack walked into the kitchen, heading for the fridge, not knowing the last time he had actual food. He opened it and groaned, slamming the door to the empty fridge shut. "If I wasn't chipped!" He slammed his fists down on the counter. He scratched his neck where a small scar was, but the skin wouldn't break. "I'm reduced to a fucking human with this thing!" He slammed his fists down again, this time a large crack appeared in the granite. Jack looked at it for a minute. "Well.. almost human."

He started to pace. "They didn't even have to chip me! I can keep my temper. One hundred percent! I just get a little angry here and there when people are FUCKING ASSHOLES!! Then! Then I want to fucking tear them limb from limb. There nothing wrong with that though! And Sam! Fucking Sam. I could destroy that asshole if I just had my powers or at least my strength!"

There were two knocks on the door. Jack froze, looking at the door. "Shit.." Jack looked down. "Oh fuck, oh fuck. Sam's really come to kill me this time." His eyes scanned the room. Picking up the largest kitchen knife, he quietly made his way over to the door. "Sam?"

"Not quite, Sugar, unless you're into that?"

Jack took a breath of relief, opening the door. "Gabe, thank god it's just you." He got a very confused look. "It's a human expression."

The incubus walked in. He wore black high waisted leather pants, a pink long sleeve fishnet crop top, and black ankle boots with tall heels. He wore jewelry too, four Huggie earnings, two on each ear, and a small plaque chain bracelet with the word 'Always' engraved in cursive. Jack looked over him, not used to seeing him covering so much of himself. "I can feel your eyes, pretty boy." He spun around, his eyes meeting the demon's.

Jack stood up straight. "Sorry.. I'm just not used to-"

"I'm not offended by or opposed to staring, I know what I do and how I look. Baby, I'm not here for that though. This is a professional house call."

"Oh."

Gabriel smiled. "Don't sound so disappointed, maybe after we finish something can be arranged. How's that sound, Sugar?" Jack nodded, and he smiled more. "Now." He plopped down on the couch, crossing his legs. "Let's talk business."

Jack sat next to him. "Sam sent you?"

"Of course. I have a way of getting through to people. Everyone always listens very intently to what I have to say." Gabriel bit his bottom lip a little, glancing at the demon and quickly looking away. Jack moved closer, watching him, whining a little.

Gabriel looked at him out of the corner of his eye, having the demon right where he wanted him. He straddled his lap in a second. "Jack.." He whispered.

"Y-Yeah?"

"Let's make a deal.., okay?" Gabriel slid his right hand under Jack's shirt, his left gripping his hair and pulling his head back, as he kissed and sucked on the demon's neck, leaving hickeys everywhere his lips touched. The demon moaned. He stopped abruptly, making Jack look into his eyes. "Answer me." He growled.

"O-Okay! I'll um.. I'll do whatever just p-please-"

"Yeah, yeah, quit your bitching. I'll finish you off if you agree to our deal, got it?" Jack whined. "Got it?"

"Yeah, I-I got it."

Gabriel started to grind on him, Jack whimpering as his jeans and boxers rubbed his erection. "F-Fuck, Gabe-G-Gabriel!"

Gabriel chuckled, slowing down. "Sorry, Baby, but this is is gonna hurt until you agree to the Boss's terms."

"God dammit!" Gabriel gave him another confused look. "Fine, I'll fucking agree to all of Sam's shit! I'll get his money!"

He pressed himself against Jack, grinding even harder. Jack's scream was cut off by Gabriel kissing him. Gabriel pulled back while still grinding on him. "Your brother is gonna be working for the Boss until you pay. He'll be doing some of the same work I do to try to earn back some of the money you stole."

"I didn't steal-" Gabriel pulled his head back.

"Shut the fuck up." He growled. Gabriel went back to kissing his neck, waiting a moment before sinking his teeth deep into the demon's skin, blood quickly trickling down his neck. Jack's back arched as he screamed. Gabriel watched, amusement twinkling in his eyes. He licked his lips, and wiped the remaining blood from his mouth with his right forearm.

Gabriel leaned down, his lips almost touching the demon's human looking ear. "Don't interrupt me." He whispered. Jack shuddered under him.

Gabriel went back to grinding against him. "Your brother is going through Hell, literally." He laughed at his joke. "You mentally younger, practically virgin brother with amnesia has been tortured all week, and then he's gonna be forced to do my job. He's gonna have sex with disgusting sinners like yourself, and he'll strip, and so much more. The funniest part is that, for some reason, when he's away from you he's starting to get better. He's forgetting less when he's not around you. I think Sam just might be the cure for him."

"Don't you dare-" Jack growled through his gritted teeth, being cut off by Gabriel pressing a black Derringer to his temple that had been tucked in the side of one of his boots.

"I'll blow your fucking brains out if you so much as speak again." His usually golden eyes were now glowing bright red. Jack went silent and he slowly tucked the gun back into his boot.

He undid the demon's pants, and tugged them halfway down his thighs roughly with his right hand. Gabriel roughly palmed him through his navy blue boxers, making Jack shudder and whimper as his back arched. "There will be no drugs, and no prostitutes until you pay everything back plus interest, and your brother is gonna be pimped out and used like a fucking sex toy over and over until you pay. And if you can't get all that money back to the Boss in two weeks, your brother is getting one of these." He let go of the demon's hair and pointed to the solid tattoo that went around his throat, a black band about an inch thick that went around his whole throat, almost looking like a choker. It was a binding tattoo. Sam used it to make people work for him forever. He didn't use it often except on his workers that were indebted to him.

"Do we have a deal?" Jack nodded, knowing it wasn't really a yes or no thing. "Good." Gabriel yanked his black ripped jeans off, and did the same to his boxers. "Get up." He growled. Jack stood, starting to walk to the bedroom. Gabriel watched him, before quickly catching up.

Before Jack could even reach the bedroom his back was slammed to the wall. "Take it off." Gabriel growled before getting on his knees. Jack took off his black hoodie, and white shortsleeved shirt quickly. (He had been barefoot out of habit because his brother always got mad if he wore shoes in the apartment.) Jack tossed the hoodie and the shirt to the ground, and then moaned loudly as Gabriel started to suck his dick.

Time skip~~~

Gabriel walked out of the bedroom, leaving the door open just a crack. He saw the demon passed out on the bed. "And I didn't even need to take any of my clothes off." He laughed as he crossed the living room to the door. "I'm so good at my job." And with that he he left, closing the door behind him.