#ns5w

It's not often that Crowley and Mack spar against each other, but when they do, they do each other the courtesy and respect of not holding back much. There's never lethal or bone breaking blows delt, but if your nose cracks against someone else's head, that's your own damn fault for missing the headbutt. That being said, they take it out to the yard of the Farm. Mack with his hunting knife in hand, making quick jabs at his equally, but more augmented armed partner. The sounds of metal clashing and sparks flying echo in the open field where no one dares bother these two power houses at work. Crowley's nose has a hearty gush of blood streaking down it, smearing on his lips and staining his teeth, but the light in his eyes... The thrill of the fight between himself and his absolute favorite villain, even in mock scenarios makes him feel alive. He's advancing, gaining ground against the tank of a man he calls an archnemehusband. The knife thrust towards the hero's side is barely deflected, but in a moment of opportunity, he breaks Mack's hold on the blade, sending it flipping through the air. Crowley's concentration isn't broken from his foe's face when he catches the blade and quickly closes the distance between himself and the country style villain, putting the business end of the knife up to the heavily breathing man's throat, a knee intruding between his legs. His breath, also ragged from the fight, keeps words out of his mouth for a few tense moments of eye contact until he swallows back the dryness in his throat, leaning in by his partner's ear and growling in his deepest, most gravelly voice, "... I win... Again~💖" The knife slides against Mack's neck as gently as if he'd be teasingly touching him with a single finger before it's slammed into the wood of the barn's side to be left. He wouldn't have flinched. Not badly anyways, he knows Crowley wouldn't cut him... But the iron stained kiss pressed to his lips catches him more off guard than the fingers slipping hungrily between the buttons of his flannel and the growing sense of aggressive lust between the two of them. They won't make it a step back towards the house before hands and teeth wander past the point of no return. They absolutely just fuck out there against the barn, pinned down and not considering the possibility of one of Mack's employees catching a glimpse (and winning 20 lucre for totally calling what would happen up there). Basically a spar session that turns SPICY! Nothing says sexy like a lil bit of friendly bloodshed and casual testing of each others capabilities

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