David Ryan ☤ Dean Winchester (lovesomepie) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2018-05-19 12:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | anthony carpenter, david ryan, ezekiel gaines |
Who: David Ryan, “Finley Melville” (Ezekiel Gaines) & Tony Carpenter
What: Demon tricks and a hunter kidnapping
Where: Los Angeles & then San Francisco, CA
When: Saturday, late afternoon, May 19th 2018
Warnings: Nothing major, some making out & NSFW thoughts before David gets ‘nabbed
Status: Complete
With REDO in between tours and only doing local shows right now, David had a little more free time to spend on other things aside from rehearsals and recording sessions. Hunting, for one thing. He and Hannah had been doing a lot of smaller jobs lately, nothing exciting like stopping an apocalypse, but honestly, David would rather take a ghost hunting trip over trying to stop the world from ending any day. Going on any hunting trip was a matter of life and death, and one wrong move could always make a difference between the two, but there was a certain level of drama that came along with apocalypses that David wasn’t too interested in dealing with.
The last big hunt they’d been on hadn’t even been end of the world related and it’d been more drama than David had bargained for. A werewolf that turned out to be working for the Agency and Finley’s best friend’s…. Friend? Jury was still out on that one, he guessed. On top of the botched hunt, he and Hannah had also gotten a surprise pseudo mother figure, which had been even more unexpected than seeing Jace Kent with the werewolf they’d all been hunting.
Sometimes he still wasn’t sure how he felt about Joan, but privately, David didn’t actually hate her being around. Deep down he knew she wasn’t a replacement mom, even if she was Dean’s actual mom, she wasn’t David’s. Didn’t change the fact that sometimes David caught himself thinking of her like she was his, but that was the sort of thing he didn’t acknowledge to anyone out loud, not even Finley or Hannah. He could just hear the chorus of mommy issue jokes now.
He’d agreed to meet Finley at a restaurant in LA. There was a little bit of a fan mob once he’d gotten off the MTN in the city, but David had become something of an expert at dodging them quickly after a few autographs and pictures, no matter how many personal questions they tried to get in before he excused himself. Much to the disappoint of some of his fans, since David had come out he hadn’t been interested in anyone else but Finley, so that didn’t make for a lot of variety in the gossip magazines for who he was being seen with. Just a hot crossroads demon.
And speaking of hot crossroads demons, David happened to know that this one hated it when he was late, so when he was still a few blocks away from the restaurant he picked up the pace.
There was a demon waiting for David down the street from the restaurant where they'd planned to meet, but it wasn't the demon that David was expecting. It looked like the demon in question. Its scowl as it looked down at its phone was even identical to Finley Melville's. In every way, from the top of his perfectly coiffed head to the toes of his perfectly polished shoes, anyone would have thought that the demon standing on the corner of the street was one James Finley Melville, loan shark and soul broker... though he'd been doing far less of the latter lately according to certain sources that the demon's very dear friends had been able to turn up.
Ezekiel Gaines could guess what the reason for that was, given that he had a far more intimate source of knowledge about Finley Melville than Tony knew anything about. Ezekiel could have told Tony about Juno and the fact that she was one of the closest things he'd had to a friend before he and Tony had met. It probably would have made Tony very happy to have that sort of leverage to use in his plans. Finley cared about Juno and David cared about Finley. If Tony had Juno then he'd be able to pull the sorts of strings that he'd never be able to grasp otherwise.
As for why he hadn't told Tony about Juno... Ezekiel wasn't entirely sure. Friendship was nothing valuable in his world and yet he found himself oddly unwilling to give it up even to get the thing he coveted most.
It was bad enough that he'd taken shameless advantage of extra exposure to Finley when he came to see Juno perform and stayed to spend time with her after to make his impersonation the most convincing he'd ever given. Juno wouldn't be pleased with that either if she ever connected it to Ezekiel.
He simply had to make sure that she didn't make that connection.
When Ezekiel saw David approaching he lowered his phone with a huff of disgust. "Apparently they've messed up our reservations. Someone will be hearing about this."
“Do they not know who they’re dealing with?” David said that mostly as a joke when he stopped in front of Finley, though a little of it was serious. Maybe the people in that restaurant didn’t have the benefit of hindsight and also knowing Finley for three years (three years, that was weird) like he did, but you also only had to meet Finley for about two seconds before you realized just how high maintenance he was.
He thought it was cute, but David was mildly aware that his opinion was probably not the popular one.
Despite Finley’s visibly annoyance, David couldn’t help grinning a little. That was the major difference between them. Well, other than the whole, human versus demon thing. David took pretty much everything in stride, Finley was the one who threw the fits. He liked to think that sometimes he actually succeeded at smoothing the demon’s edges when he was really on a tear, but that could just be David’s imagination.
Leaning his shoulder casually against the side of the building they were standing next to, David raised a hand to pull Finley towards him by the tie and plant a short but pointed ‘hello’ kiss on his lips. And yes, he was very careful not to wrinkle the silk. He’d never hear the end of it. “So, what, it’ll be a longer wait?”
Being kissed wasn't the worst thing that Ezekiel had put up with for the sake of one of his masquerades; even having sex was something that he could tolerate as long as the means led to an acceptable end. The acceptable end not being, of course, what most people would consider the desired end of a sexual encounter. Ezekiel usually didn't consider himself 'people'... referring to himself as 'him' was even more for the comfort of others than for his own sake. The bodies that Ezekiel borrowed had their own wants and needs and derived a purely physical pleasure from purely physical acts.
What Ezekiel wanted was treasures, things that were important to someone else because they were expensive or sentimental. That brought him more pleasure than any fumbling hands or wet mouth could.
In other words... the body enjoyed the kiss as Ezekiel assumed it must have for Finley to continue carrying on with his little boyfriend. Ezekiel himself was entirely bored with the whole thing and had to remind himself that a good boyfriend would most definitely kiss back. He kept it brief, feigning another glance at his phone as an excuse.
"No. I'm getting reservations elsewhere and then I'm going to ruin them on Yelp." Ezekiel kept the burner phone he'd gotten in the exact same model as Finley's phone in his palm and jerked his head in the direction where he and Tony had laid their careful trap. "I know someone at a place a few blocks away. I will get us a table." His tone promised dire consequences if he didn't succeed.
It didn’t really phase him at all that Finley was a little distracted. If the tables had been turned, and David was the one who immediately turned his attention back to his phone after a kiss, there’d be no hearing the end of it from Finley. David was a little more laid back, though, and he didn’t take offense. Usually when Finley was annoyed and distracted like this, all it took was David being a little more persistent with his affections before the demon was well and truly focused on him instead of what was frustrating him.
David maybe took a little bit of pride in knowing that. That as inexperienced as he had been when they’d first met, that he had some minimal amount of power over a guy like Finley. And no, he wasn’t too big of a person not to use his own body to get it, when he thought he could command Finley’s undivided attention while he was too distracted to demand David’s focus first. All was fair in… however that saying went.
“Yelp can wait,” David insisted, voice teasing and gentle, daring to actually grab Finley’s phone out of his hands and hold it out away from him, his body language suggesting that David would be willing to give it back to him if Finley was willing to pay the toll. In case he’d still somehow missed it, to illustrate, David leaned in again for another kiss, seeming not to be at all aware of the fact that they were still relatively in the public eye. They’d come a long way from kissing behind closed stage curtains and bathroom doors.
"But reservations can't," Ezekiel told him... but there really wasn't any avoiding playing along with the little game that David had started. Not if he wanted to put on a convincing enough act to lure him into the trap that they'd set without some kind of fight.
Although, given what he knew about Finley Melville and his relationship with David Ryan, Ezekiel wasn't discounting a fight as a method to lure David into following him exactly where he wanted him to be. That would draw attention though, far more attention than two men kissing barely out of sight of the general public.
With a roll of his eyes and a put upon sigh, Ezekiel leaned in and pressed his lips against David's, already reaching for his phone. The kiss, of course, had to be convincing; Ezekiel parted his lips and deepened the contact between their mouths. Even while the body he wore reacted to the stimulation predictably he wondered what it was that people saw in this kind of thing. Sex was useful enough as a tool and he would never regret that there were idiots in the world who could be controlled by it but Ezekiel had never been happier not to be one of them.
Tony was going to owe him a very nice present after this. Something particularly precious to someone who didn't have much else in the world—that always made it far more valuable.
The eye rolling and sighing wasn’t what temporarily threw David off a little, he was used to Finley’s flair for the dramatics, especially when it was just to garner more attention from him. Attention that David always willingly gave, because it was always part of the game they played. Finley acted out, David took steps to placate him, Finley acted out some more to demand David’s undivided attention and David obliged without argument. Unless arguing was also part of the game, as it sometimes was depending on Finley’s mood. One thing was for certain, things were never exactly boring when you were with Finley Melville.
What surprised David was the nature of the kiss, because as much as they’d gotten a lot less conservative in public, they still usually saved that kind of kissing for when they weren’t standing on the street where anybody could see. Not that David minded, it was just surprising, but he recovered quickly enough to not leave any pause between Finley deepening the kiss and David’s response to it.
He kissed back enthusiastically, tilting his head and parting his own mouth to Finley’s, leaning into it for moment longer than he probably needed to while still keeping the cell phone just out of reach, before he eventually relented and let it fall into Finley’s hand. When David finally pulled back his cheeks were flushed, and he grinned at Finley, a little flustered. “So you gonna take me to this restaurant or what?”
The kiss seemed to have at least done the job that Ezekiel needed it to. He typed into the phone for a moment longer with less than half his attention on David and then nodded. "If someone hadn't been demanding then I would have already confirmed the new reservations." Already there was a slight hiss to Ezekiel's voice—nothing so obvious as to give the game away immediately but enough that he could feel it dragging on his tongue. The rest was all Finley's clipped New England upper crust tones still but no matter what form Ezekiel took his tongue couldn't resist sibilance.
If David had stolen Ezekiel's phone right at that moment he would have instead seen a text thread on the screen between the phone's owner and one A.C. The latest message in the thread read:
> Fishie on the hook, I'll reel him upstream before he wiggles loose.
"Shall we?" Ezekiel tucked the phone back into his pocket and gestured imperiously for David to follow him before he turned and paced down the sidewalk toward their destination. The sooner they got there the better.
“... Sure, I guess.” David was not usually the type to try and read into a situation, or fish for things that just weren’t there and only in his imagination. He didn’t think that’s what this was, though. Even for Finley, he seemed a little off. Usually when he was in a mood, all it took was a little deliberate manipulation on David’s part to distract the demon from whatever was currently annoying him. It usually didn’t take much.
Except Finley didn’t even seem annoyed, really. That would have seemed less weird. David couldn’t really put his finger on it in the moment, but it just seemed like Finley was acting really… distant. Even worse, indifferent. David had no doubt that getting their reservations screwed up had actually pissed him off enough to sour his mood, but it wasn’t that momentary upset that Finley seemed to be indifferent towards, it was him. Now, David was not a very insecure guy, and he normally wouldn’t have even noticed if it weren’t for the stark difference in how Finley was behaving with him, the same Finley who would normally jump at any opportunity to be all over him, regardless of where they were or what they were doing.
Also, he didn’t even offer David his arm before walking on ahead of him down the street. It wasn’t like David needed to walk arm in arm, they usually didn’t, but it would have been nice to at least have the option. God, he was really starting to sound like a teenage girl. After only a brief pause, David fell in step beside him as they walked, adding pointedly, “And you’ve never complained before.”
"It's never gotten in the way of a tight schedule before," Ezekiel told him. That was most likely blatantly false; however, he also knew enough about Finley Melville to know that just because something was blatantly false it didn't mean that he wouldn't use it as an excuse. Demons lied. That was something that Ezekiel knew even without knowing anything about Finley personally but he'd heard plenty from Juno that let him add a little authenticity to the role.
He didn't know what Finley was like alone with David of course, but he assumed that he was every inch the typical demon that Ezekiel was, and that Tony and Tali were. His regards couldn't go that deep. If anything, David was the thing that Finley wanted to own.
That, of course, made it a little easier for Ezekiel to turn and give him his own version of a flirty smile. It came with a dangerous edge. "I trust you'll make sure I don't have anything to complain about later." The plan would never get to that point of course, something that Ezekiel was not so secretly pleased by. Not that he couldn't pull David aside for a quick blowjob if that was really what it took to get him to the final destination without asking too many questions. He'd simply prefer not to given any other possible choice in the world.
Of course, having to give a blowjob would mean that he could really ask Tony for basically anything he wanted and expect the other demon to treat it as his due. "The sooner we get to dinner," he reminded David, "the sooner we get dessert."
That said, Ezekiel picked up his pace and hoped that David was modest enough that he'd prefer to keep that, at least, in private. It wasn't far to their destination. He'd just have to convince David to take a shortcut to the restaurant that led them through a particular unsavory alley.
David felt a little better after the smile that Finley threw him, even if it still seemed somewhat off, like everything else about the last two minutes. Whenever Finley looked at him, smile or not, a small thrill always went through David and he felt it again now. Except there was something else to it this time. Something he couldn’t peg at first until it settled into his chest as they walked towards their destination.
Danger.
It wasn’t that David ever forgot that underneath it all, Finley was a demon. A demon that Dean was very familiar with (and David even more familiar with now), but still a demon nonetheless. Maybe he’d stopped thinking of Finley as a danger to him a long time ago, but that didn’t change the fact that he was dangerous. And there was just enough of an edge to his smile that for a split second, David remembered. It didn’t stop him from following Finley down the street at all, but it was still there, briefly nagging at him.
He’d quickly forgotten about everything else after that last suggestive comment about dessert. David didn’t question it when Finley insisted they take a shortcut, and with something else on his mind other than dinner, as soon as they rounded a corner into an alley he caught Finley by the arm to stop him. “I’ve always been a fan of dessert before dinner.” He was teasing, David didn’t mind making their reservation, as long as he got what he wanted first. Finley was crossroads demon. He was familiar enough with deals that this one didn’t need to be spoken out loud, so David leaned in to seal it with another kiss.
Honestly, Ezekiel was beginning to wonder whether these two did anything but kiss. Not that he'd expected whatever relationship they had to be anything deep and emotional of course; he'd simply assumed that they could go more than a few minutes without one of them sticking his tongue in the other's mouth.
On the other hand... it was a decent distraction now that they were in the alley where Tony was supposed to meet them to spring the trap.
This kiss Ezekiel leaned into. His hands strayed to David's waist, resting above his hips and holding him there with a firm grip. The shape of David's lips was more familiar this time but still no more exciting than the first kiss he'd surprised Ezekiel with... outside the pure physical at least. It was easier to give an acceptable sort of response while he still divorced his mind from the action, wondering how much longer Tony was going to take and if he was going to have to resort to putting his mouth somewhere much more distasteful by the time it was finished.
It was too bad, Ezekiel thought, that given Tony's plans there probably wouldn't be any reasons to use David's face as a distraction any time soon. With all this experience he could probably mimic the way he kissed well enough that no one would be able to tell the difference between them.
David kissed him back eagerly, relieved that for the first time that day he didn’t feel like he had to work to really force Finley’s attention on him. He wasn’t used to being so needy, but hey, if Finley was in the mood to play a little hard to get, David was also willing to play along until they both got what they wanted.
With Finley, the pay off was always worth it.
He leaned readily into him, pressing his hands to the demon’s chest before dragging them up to lace fingers around the back of Finley’s neck, kissing Finley as thoroughly as he wanted to now that they were safely out of view of the public eye. David didn’t really care that people knew about them anymore, but when you’re a minor celebrity making out with your person in public could get pretty annoying if you were constantly being interrupted by fans. David would rather not be interrupted when he was with Finley.
Even though he knew they had a reservation to get to before it got too much later and Finley got any crankier about it, David still took shameless advantage of the fact that he now had Finley’s undivided attention, and hands on him. So he parted his mouth and deepened the kiss just enough to make the ‘dessert’ they’d talked about to be that much more enticing when they could really be alone.
Neither of them knew at that moment that they weren’t actually alone. They were being watched, by a pair of sharp blue eyes somewhere further down the alley, invisible to everyone else as he watched the scene currently unfolding in front of him with a certain amount of perverse amusement and morbid curiosity.
Ezekiel's fingers spread wider over David's back before he clenched them tighter again, bunching the fabric of David's shirt like he was trying to pull him closer. He wasn't trying that hard, of course, considering that he had no desire to be any closer to David at all, but it was often the smallest details that would give a good disguise away.
Since Ezekiel very much doubted that Finley Melville was the follower type, he took that deeper kiss and ran with it, tongue sliding over David's lips and into the moist cavern of his mouth. It was disgusting, honestly, but the body that Ezekiel wore responded to it with a twitch in its dick that signaled that the annoyance of an erection was soon to follow. Arousal in a male body was so revoltingly open and impossible to disguise but Ezekiel had done worse for far less of a payoff.
He'd have to keep reminding himself of that until the entire ordeal was over.
Another thing that Ezekiel doubted about Finley Melville was that he was the quiet type in bed. He was too much of a narcissist, from what Ezekiel had seen, not to put on a show. He groaned softly into David's mouth, a safe sort of sound that was all gut and no sibilance.
If Tony had been a more decent person, he might have put a stop to this before it got this far. But a decent person wouldn’t have put this thing in motion in the first place, and anyway, these days he was much less of person, generally speaking. Demon, hello? So of course he was going to stand by and watch his partner get more and more uncomfortable in the… intimate situation he’d currently found himself to be in. Sorry, Ezekiel. Tony would make sure you got something extra precious and shiny for your troubles.
He watched the scene unfolding from a safe distance with a sort of clinical interest. Tony didn’t experience any of these ‘sexual’ urges himself, and one could argue it was even vaguely interesting to watch from an outside perspective. Tony didn’t understand how any of this that he was seeing could possibly be appealing to another person, and watching the way David Ryan was carrying on with ‘Finley’, honestly, did those two do anything besides fuck like rabbits? Tony wrinkled his nose in mild disgust.
As entertaining as watching Ezekiel tongue wrestle with the hunter was, he should probably break it up before things went too far. But Tony was an asshole, so he hung back for a few more seconds anyway.
David’s response to Finley’s tongue in his mouth was as enthusiastic as always, immediately sliding his own tongue along Finley’s to tangle them together as he pressed more solidly into the kiss with the firm hold Finley had on his shirt. He hadn’t actually been expecting this much of a kiss with how adamant Finley had been about making their reservation, but he wasn’t about to complain. He wasn’t crazy.
The pornographic noise that came out of Finley’s mouth did take him a little by surprise though, overwhelmed and flustered in a way that David hadn’t been entirely prepared for. After a second he pulled back to catch his breath, grinning despite himself as he looked at Finley uncertainly, still trying to shake the nagging feeling that something was very off. “Whoa. Keep that up and there won’t be any dessert left.”
"Are you trying to tell me," Ezekiel said with a little quirk to the corner of his lips, "you've never cheated and had your desssert first?" He was willing to wager quite a bit on the fact that the two of them didn't bother restraining themselves on a normal basis... and Ezekiel never made a wager unless he'd rigged the game to make sure that he won.
There was a small part of him, though, that was beginning to wonder if the larger gamble that they were taking had gone wrong. Tony ought to have been there by then. It was never in the plans for Ezekiel to have to distract David for long. He was nothing if not excellent at improvisation but there was only so long that he could hold David with the story that he'd given him, the dramatic tale of reservations lost and made. Not that it would hurt anything for Ezekiel's cover to be blown now except perhaps a bit of fun later. David couldn't get away from him if Ezekiel was determined to hold him in place.
One thing was certain though: Ezekiel wouldn't be using his own face with David just in case things didn't go according to plan. He wouldn't risk compromising a very comfortable partnership with Juno when there were very few other people he could stand even at the carnival.
Slowly and carefully, step by step, Ezekiel pressed David toward the wall. "I know better, darling."
Something eased inside David at the familiarity of that word, the pet name that had seemed more like an old, sarcastic habit when they’d first met but after spending enough time together felt more like something private that was just between them. It soothed David enough to forget about his doubts, to finally get out of his own head the way only Finley could help him do. He had just been imagining things.
Every gentle push from Finley that sent David a step backwards brought a grin to his face that grew a little wider with every step until David felt his back hit the wall and he reached out to grab onto the demon’s collar and pull Finley in with him. The way he kissed him now was completely void of any doubt or confusion, no part of David holding back as he crushed his mouth to Finley’s and tilted his head into it, slipping his tongue into the other man’s mouth to deepen the kiss in a way that instantly made him shiver.
Honestly, Tony was beginning to think that Finley and his pet human weren’t capable of anything that didn’t involve tongues down the other’s throat. Disgusting, really. How did anyone have time to get anything done when they had someone else’s face permanently attached to theirs? As much as Tony had initially enjoyed making his partner in crime uncomfortable, even he was starting to get bored of the game, so he disappeared from his hiding spot and reappeared in the alley, about ten feet from where the two ‘love birds’ were trying to swallow each other whole. After a few seconds, Tony cleared his throat.
“You two are just - sickeningly adorable. I could almost vomit.”
At the sound of Tony’s voice, David practically jumped out of his skin, breaking away from Finley as his head turned swiftly towards the intruder. “... You.” An old anger immediately swelled in his chest, along with a brief spark of fear. “The hell you doing here? You have some kind of death wish or something?”
The list of how many precious things that Tony owed Ezekiel was growing by the second, but the only response Ezekiel gave as he turned his head and looked at his partner was a crisp, brief, "You're late."
It was the moment, the grand reveal, and Ezekiel kept Finley's face and Finley's voice, everything as close to the original as it was possible for a copy to be. Maybe in the future he'd get tired of this part of the game and let David see that it wasn't his lover who'd betrayed him after all but for the moment it was better this way. David could die never knowing that he hadn't been betrayed by the person closest to him after all and that would make it all the sweeter.
Of course, if Ezekiel were truly Finley he could have teleported himself over to stand by Tony in the blink of an eye. Since walking could give the game away, Ezekiel rested his hand firmly on the back of David's neck; the tips of his fingers curled into the short hairs that tickled against his skin at the base of David's skull, a gesture that he'd glimpsed in the times that Juno's brother and his lover had stolen moments away at the Cirque and never realized that they were being watched.
"If you were going to make me wait already, you could have waited until we were done." That most certainly wasn't how Ezekiel felt about it... but how painful would it be for David to think that Finley had been willing to get one last fuck in before he betrayed him?
Normally, Finley’s hand on his neck would immediately make David melt, but all he felt now was an icy chill as his blood practically turned cold at Finley’s words. “... What?” David briefly thought that maybe he was going deaf, because there’s no way he heard what he thought he’d heard. Finley wouldn’t… he wouldn’t sell him out like this. Would he? The words ‘you’re late’ wouldn’t stop ringing in David’s ears.
The implication of ‘waited until we were done’ stung in a very specific way that immediately got under his skin and settled there to make him feel miserable. The hand on the back of his neck felt heavy and impersonal now, not warm and inviting the way it normally did, and part of David wanted to pull away from the demon’s touch like he’d never wanted to be near it before. Mind racing and body tensed, Dean had realized what was going on and told him to run, but David found himself rooted to the spot, his reaction time still too slow and he hadn’t yet gotten to the point of actively fighting against Finley’s hold on him.
Looking over at Finley, the look David shot him was wounded in disbelief, anger only just beginning to find its way into the edges of his voice. “... Asshole. Are you serious? You made a deal with him?”
Now that was interesting. Tony tilted his head with a raise of his eyebrow as he quickly re-assessed the situation unfolding in front of him. This part he and Ezekiel hadn’t actually talked over, once they’d pulled it off and David was in their clutches, Tony hadn’t expressly told his partner to keep pretending to be the hunter’s demon lover. Then again, that just made the game even more fun, didn’t it? Getting to see that wounded look on the puppy’s face was priceless, and Tony played right into it. “Wow, no trust lost between you two is there,” he drawled as he casually crossed his arms over his chest while David jerked forcibly in ‘Finley’s’ grip. “Don’t worry, Melville. You’ll get what you asked for. With interest.”
A deal... Yes, that was something that Ezekiel could work with. He did know all about Finley Melville and his deals... or at least enough to make this part of the deception convincing. Maybe he was throwing a few surprises at Tony but Ezekiel didn't feel bad about it in the least. Tony had been the one that delayed and forced him to kiss David for far longer than he'd ever planned on and that meant that he owed Ezekiel some entertainment.
"We do have a contract," he reminded Tony as mildly as he possibly could. Butter wouldn't have melted in his mouth, etcetera. Ezekiel's grip on David tightened to something firm enough to be uncomfortable. Tony most certainly would have been paying him what he owed, and with interest, if they'd signed one of those contracts. Ezekiel imagined that David was even more familiar with them than Ezekiel could ever be; it was a double edged sword, bringing them up. Upset as he was at the 'betrayal', Ezekiel didn't imagine he'd be thinking critically enough to realize that something was amiss.
He turned his attention back to David, leaning in to murmur in his ear, "No hard feelingsss, darling. I took the better offer."
It even had the benefit of being true. Ezekiel had never gotten a better offer, or at least not a more entertaining one, than this whole scheme that Tony had cooked up using Ezekiel's special talents. They'd never been good at the long term plans, Ezekiel and the Twin. The short term gain was more their focus. That was why they needed the schemers, the planners. That was why the Twin had followed Lucifer gladly and it was why Ezekiel had fallen in so easily with Tony.
David went stiff, more aware of the tighter grip on his neck than anything else as his mind continued to race, anger and disbelief being replaced by panic and that first spark of fear as everything slowly started to sink in. This was actually happening, it wasn’t some messed up dream he was having. The last time he’d seen Tony, it was him who’d had a hand wrapped around David’s neck, pinning him to the wall and forcing him to watch as that bitch Tali had snapped his own sister’s neck while David stood by, helpless.
Just the thought made David’s blood boil all over again, but not as much as the thought that Finley, the one who’d brought his sister back to him, was handing him over to Tony for some deal he’d made behind David’s back. He shouldn’t have been surprised. Finley was still a demon, no matter how long they’d been sleeping together, but a part of him had thought…. It didn’t matter what he’d thought, the proof was right in front of him, wasn’t it? Finley had still betrayed him the first chance that he got to really profit from it.
Any other time Finley leaned in close to whisper in his ear would have had David leaning into him, but now he only flinched, straining against the hold Finley had on his neck to get as far away from the breath that tickled at his ears as he could. It crossed his mind that he could try and fight them off, but he was already out numbered two to one, and by two demons a lot stronger than he was. There was no way out of this. The look David shot him was more hurt than he wanted it to be, something strange about the way Finley spoke nagging at him somewhere in the back of his mind but in the moment David was too twisted up to dwell on it as he responded bitterly. “Nothing personal, right? This was always just business.”
Tony would have to make a mental note to himself to gloat at the real Finley later about how quickly David had believed the lie, that it hadn’t taken any convincing at all to make his human pet accept the truth that Finley had sold him out to his enemy. It was too delicious, and almost a shame that he’d have to kill David before he got to see the look on the real Finley’s face when Tony told him. Couldn’t risk leaving a Winchester dangling for too long, though. They had an unfortunate habit of cheating death if you weren’t careful. Teleporting closer, Tony unfolded his arms and smirked at Ezekiel. “A deal’s a deal. It’s all there and waiting for you, so you can hand him over. Unless of course you’re having second thoughts….?”
Ezekiel knew his next line almost as well as if they'd rehearsed it instead of ad libbing this exchange. He gave David a cold glance over and then smiled a thin, ugly smile. "Hardly." The word sounded especially damning in that refined accent that the oldest Melville had held onto from his wealthy childhood. Ezekiel had no reason to want to keep David around any longer--the longer he lingered, the more likely the deception was to be found out, after all, and Ezekiel still had reasons to protect his real face.
The expression on his face faded into sheer boredom and he pushed David away from him and into Tony's grasp. "Pleasssure doing busssinesss with you."
Hopefully Tony was telling the truth and the first part of Ezekiel's payment for his part in this little plan was waiting for him. He couldn't teleport off and go check, and so he waited with arms folded across his chest for Tony to cover for that little lapse.
Despite all of the evidence that had just been presented to David to prove otherwise, he still had a hard time wrapping his head around what was happening. How Finley could actually do this to him, despite the fact that he was right in the middle of doing it to him. The hard, impersonal shove away from him and into Tony was a rude awakening, and it shocked David enough that he nearly stumbled into the other demon before catching his balance, just in time to feel Tony’s hand close around his arm with an iron grip.
“When you’re done inspecting your treasures… you know where to find me for the rest,” Tony smirked, holding fast to David in a grip that he knew the hunter wouldn’t be able to break free of. He might be a demon, but he was a demon of his word, so Ezekiel would be happy to find the first half of what Tony owed him waiting in his private quarters at the cirque. The interest, well, as he just explained, Ezekiel could find them with Tony, in his own private sanctuary. And the last place David Ryan would ever see.
David looked up at Finley one last time, his face contorted in a mixture of hurt, disbelief and betrayal as he struggled to come to terms with the idea that as much as he had always been dangerous, David had never thought of Finley as a danger to him. And then he couldn’t see Finley at all anymore. In the blink of an eye, Tony teleported them both out of the alley, and then for David, everything went black.