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Fading into the light	By : darkangel985 Category: 1 through F > Constantine Views: 9775 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Loki:
*hides behind Chas* Don't hit me, please! I'll be nice to them in
this chapter. I'll try to update as often as possible. Can't have you
getting that nervous collapse. Thanks for reviewing.

loner654:
Thanks for your review. Smut?..mmh..Don't know...maybe...*grins*

Chapter 13 – Love admission

Chas had thrown Ellie
off his body, but she jumped for him again.
Prepared for the attack, he shoved the small golden cross he carried
around his neck in her face. Hissing in anger and pain the
half-demoness fell to the ground.

Remembering everything
that John had taught him, Chas knelt above
her body. He had the crucifix pressed to
her forehead as he mumbled the chants, that would ban
her back to hell. All her screams for mercy fell to deaf ears as her
body was engulfed in a purifying light.

When her scorched
remains fell to the ground, Chas looked to the other end of the hall,
shocked at the picture that presented itself to him. Balthazar lay at
the ground, his face bloodied and beaten. Not too far from him lay
one of the kidnappers. Chas detected that he was only unconscious
and didn't pay much attention to him as he stormed towards John.

The kidnapper, that the
exorcist held by his throat was already unconscious
and his face was taking on a blueish tinge. His heartbeat was slowing
down, resounding unbelievably loud in Chas' ears. Finally he
understood Lucifer's plan.

Jumping onto John's
back, he pulled the enraged exorcist away from the unconscious
man, who sunk down to the ground. John immediately focused his rage
on Chas, too angered to even think about who he was attacking.

The taller man easily
pinned Chas to the ground and the angel was barely able to block the
punches raining down on him with his arms. If he used his angelic
powers Chas would have easily been able to throw the exorcist off,
but angels were forbidden to use their strength
against humans even to defend themselves. His defenses were about to
crumble, when John suddenly stopped, obviously coming to his senses.

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Balthazar. Shit. The
pained whimper that had reached his ears, shook John out of his
killing rage. Intend on hurting the people, who had injured his
half-breed, he had completely lost focus of the two things that
mattered at the moment. His child and his lover.

Lover? Well, maybe he
really did love the half-breed, John had to admit as he stumbled over
to Balthazar. Seeing the usually annoying demon covered in blood,
hurt him as much as if he was injured himself. But as far as he could
see it were merely surface wounds, that would quickly be taken care
of by Balthazar's demonic healing.

Taking his injured
lover in his arms, John really wanted to tell him how he felt, but
instead he heard himself say: “You stupid fuck. I told you to
stay inside, asshole.” Another of these moments, he would have
liked to kick himself or cut out his tongue. They always seemed to
happen around Balthazar as if the half-breed was the only person
capable of keeping his brain from functioning properly.

The hurt look in the
half-breed's eyes told him, that his words had hit a wound spot,
making him regret them even more. Trying to keep the damage to a
minimum, John cradled Balthazar close. He
looked over at Chas, who was checking on the unconscious
kidnappers. John couldn't even remember having hurt them like this,
since he was so preoccupied with the thought that they had hurt his
Balthazar.

Attempting to soothe
the half-breed further, John lifted him into his arms as he walked to
his car, leaving Chas to deal with the kidnappers.

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Now Balthazar was
confused even more than he had been before his kidnapping. How was he
supposed to understand the mixed signals John kept sending him the
whole time? At first he comes to rescue him and almost kills the
people that hurt him, then he insults him, just to cuddle him close
and carry him home immediately afterwards. Humans were a complete
mystery.

But Balthazar was far
from complaining about the attention he received at the moment.
Attention he secretly craved and cherished. He had been so happy,
that John had come to rescue him, his heart speeding up as soon as
the exorcist came into view.

While he had been
hostage to the three criminals, he had had time to sort through his
feelings for John. They had become a little clearer in the time he
had been separated from the exorcist. The moment John had scrambled
over to him after he had whimpered in pain, Balthazar would have
liked to scream 'I love you.' at the exorcist, although he would
vehemently deny that if someone ever asked him.

Maybe he was in love
with Johnny-Boy, but that was something the exorcist never needed to
know. That he enjoyed to submit made him vulnerable enough, without
giving John that additional power over himself. But he also had to
admit to himself, that he wanted to stay with the exorcist, even if
he was just a convenient fuck toy.

Balthazar was startled
out of his musings, when John unceremoniously
dropped him onto the bed in his apartment. A feat that astonished
Balthazar, since he was bloodied and dirty and John usually threw a
right tantrum when he so much as put his shoes on the bed. Puzzled by
his exorcists behavior, Balthazar waited what Johnny-Boy had in store
for him.

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Armed with a washcloth
John returned to the bedroom. Looking at Balthazar, he simply
commanded: “Strip.”

He ignored the leer,
that spread over the half-breed's face as he slowly and teasingly
undressed. Trying to keep his own lust under control, John waited for
him to finish. His cock started to harden, when Balthazar finally
peeled away his pants and stretched out on
the bed. What John found most enticing about the demon's posture was
the vulnerability and submission it displayed. Carefully straddling
his half-breed's hips, John started to clean away the dried blood.

The cuts and bruises
weren't as bad as they had looked at first, but John still took care
to not hurt the demon under him. Balthazar started rubbing against
him as soon as he threw the washcloth away, trying to get a little
friction for his hardened dick. Momentarily ignoring his lover's need
John slid further up, capturing the demon's lips in a demanding kiss.

Balthazar easily
submitted to his questing tongue, allowing him to explore his mouth
again. Teasingly touching his tongue to the half-breed's and drawing
back, when he tried to reciprocate, John
played with his demon lover.

The need to breathe
forced him to end the kiss, but he took the freedom to slide his
tongue along the elegant curve of Balthazar's throat, before licking
and biting at it's base. The half-breed moaned and threw his head to
the side in total submission as John sucked and marked his throat.
Licking the mark of his possession for a last time, John regarded it.
Yes, this half-breed was his and nobody but him was allowed to touch
Bally.

Since he was unable to
tell Balthazar how he felt, John tried his best to convey his
feelings without words. Lovingly sliding his tongue lower, he sucked
one of Bally's nipples into his mouth, while he rolled the other
between his thumb and forefinger. The half-breed groaned in pleasure,
when he finally switched sides.

Contend with the way
the pebbled nubs looked, John slid lower. Encircling the base of
Balthazar's hard shaft with his hand, he gave a quick, teasing upward
stroke, before sliding his lips over the weeping tip.

The pre-cum that
drizzled into his mouth, tasted faintly of sulfur. John had found
that unpleasant at first, since it had reminded him, that his lover
was far from human. But now he craved the taste and smell, that was
so uniquely Balthazar to him.

The half-breed was
moaning wantonly as John's mouth slid lower, massaging the sides with
his tongue. He teasingly licked along the vein on the underside,
while he cupped Balthazar's balls in one of his hands. His lover's
breath was coming in harsh pants, that turned to moans as he relaxed
his throat and took Balthazar's whole cock into his mouth. Burying
his nose in the soft pubes, he could smell the musk, that was
absolutely typical Balthazar and heightened his own lust.

Intend on pushing the
half-breed over the edge, he slid his unoccupied hand down and
teasingly circled the puckered entrance, while he constricted
his throat muscles. Overwhelmed by the multiple stimulations John
lavished upon his body, Balthazar came, shouting John's name. A bit
of his cum dripped from the exorcist's lips, but was quickly captured
by a greedy finger and sucked into the mouth that had taken the rest.

Momentarily spent,
Balthazar was stretched out on the bed, while John searched his
nightstand for lube. He knew that it had to be there somewhere,
although he had rarely taken the time to properly prepare the
half-breed before. Although Bally had never complained, he wanted to
make it special this time, so John was triumphant, when he finally
found the lube.

Coating his fingers in
the slick gel, John caught Balthazar's eyes, wordlessly prompting
the demon to spread his legs. Slightly surprised at the extraordinary
care the exorcist took this time, Balthazar eagerly
complied.

His first two finger
effortlessly slid inside, yet John carefully scissored them, while he
searched for Balthazar's prostate. Hearing the half-breed's breath
hitch, told him that he had found the right spot. Mercilessly teasing
his lover's prostate he added a third finger. John loved to watch as
Balthazar tried to fuck himself faster on his fingers. Since his own
cock was also throbbing with need, he stroked Bally's spot one last
time, before taking his fingers out.

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When John withdrew his
fingers and started to undress, Balthazar quickly rolled over onto
his hands and knees. Raising his ass into the air, he waited for his
exorcist to finish undressing. John had been strangely slow and
caring the whole evening, very unlike their usual fucks.

“Turn onto your back.”

What? Balthazar wasn't
sure if he had heard right. John had never fucked him face-to-face,
always insisting on not seeing his face. When he hesitated for too
long, John placed a kiss at the base of his spine and repeated: “Turn
onto your back, Bally.”

Balthazar felt a small
glimmer of hope inside. Maybe he was more to the exorcist, than just
a convenient fuck and somebody to constantly piss off. But since he
was unwilling to delude himself, Balthazar needed to see Johnny-Boy's
eyes for confirmation.

When he turned onto his
back, their eyes met, filled with emotion. And Balthazar understood,
what John wanted to tell him. He would most likely never say it out
loud, but the exorcist cared for him. But the exorcist could read his
emotions, just like he could read the exorcist's. Obviously John
liked what he saw, since he captured Balthazar's lips in a passionate
kiss.

Placing the tip of his
cock at Balthazar's entrance, John waited for a signal from the
demon. Impatient wriggling his hips, Balthazar commented: “I'm
pregnant, not a virgin. Come on Johnny-Boy.”

Raising to the bait,
John thrust inside, unerringly aiming for the half-breed's prostate.
He gasped at the pleasure, when his dick was sheathed
in the silken channel, but Balthazar's constant
wriggling urged him to move. Letting go of the self-control he had
exercised the whole time, John set a hard pace.

Balthazar's screams
grew louder, when his prostate was repeatedly hit and John
additionally started stroking his cock. He could feel the climax
surge through his body, almost as scorching as the fires of hell
itself. Crying out John's name, he shot his cum over the exorcist's
hand and onto his own belly. When his anal muscles constricted around
John's cock, the exorcist's rhythm became irregular.

“BALLY.”

Hearing his name
shouted out as hot cum filled his passage was one of the best things
Balthazar had ever felt. He was slightly crushed under the exorcist
as John sunk down on top of his body. But now that the adrenaline had
left his body, he felt sated and too tired to move, so he simply
cuddled his human lover close, before succumbing to sleep.

Pressing a last tender
kiss to Balthazar's forehead, John let his eyes close, feeling
completely happy.

TBC...
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