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Fading into the light	By : darkangel985 Category: 1 through F > Constantine Views: 9776 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 18 – Return

The next days Angela
couldn't do anything other than think of John. She neglected her
work, her cat, everything, while sorting the thoughts running through
her head. Sometimes she thought she heard a voice whispering
suggestions to her, suggestions of what Balthazar was doing to her
John. Suggestions that made her reel in pain and anger.

It had to be some kind
of spell or other entrapment, because John would never willingly
sleep with something as foul and evil as a half-breed. Especially not
a demonic one. For some time it had puzzled her, why John being the
exorcist he was couldn't break free, but the voice at the back of her
mind assured her that it didn't matter.

Sometimes that voice
even had a face. A middle-aged man in an immaculate
white suit, giving her almost paternal advice on what to do about
John. At first Angela had been inclined to think that it was god, but
his suggestions made her doubt that idea. But no matter who he was,
she believed what the tattooed stranger
told her.

Closing another ancient
book about spells, curses and demons, Angela cursed under her breath.
She had searched every book within the
library and hadn't come up with anything that would explain his
sudden relationship with the despised half-breed. Or why an angel
helped him for that matter.

But the angel wasn't
her problem anyway. She had dismissed thoughts of Chas, just as she
would have his human form, seeing him
neither as a huge threat nor as an potential ally. Maybe he was just
under a spell too and would come around as soon as she freed John.
Which she had no idea how to do.

Kill Balthazar. Angela
could hear the voice at the back of her mind clearly now, whispering
to her suggestively. Take the gun and shoot him in his belly. At
first the detective had shied away from these suggestions, but the
longer she thought about it and the more time she had to think about
the disgusting things Balthazar was likely doing to her John, the
better the suggestion actually sounded.

It wasn't like she knew
alternatives anyway and the voice's reasoning was sound. If the one
doing the cursing iwas removed, the curse would vanish too. And then
John would be her's. She could almost feel the man in the back of her
mind smile in encouragement. When he first appeared, after she had
found out about John and Balthazar, she hadn't trusted him, but at
the moment he was the only person who seemed to understand that John
needed help.

Angela had visited
Midnite and told him that Balthazar was having John under his
control, hoping for his help in resolving the problem. But he had
only laughed and told her that Balthazar always knew how to get
everybody to do what he wanted. Before that visit she had believed
the voodoo priest to be neutral and one of John's friends, but now he
clearly was in some allegiance with hell. This all needed to end.

When she had come to
that conclusion, she had picked up her weapon and headed towards the
door, but had hesitated before leaving. She couldn't kill Balthazar.
Murder was a mortal sin and she couldn't commit that.

But then the voice in
the back of her mind told her, that Balthazar was only a half-breed
and the rules didn't expand to him, that only killing a human could
get her damned. Angela made her decision then, not noting the
smirking figure of Lucifer that appeared in her flat after the door
fell closed.

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Balthazar and John were
completely oblivious to the danger, that
was headed their way. The half-breed had conveniently forgotten to
tell John about his encounter with Angela and the exorcist was
unaware of the fact that she had tried to call him during the last
few days, since their phone was broken after Balthazar had spilled
some of his blood-milkshake over it. Usually John would have it
repaired by now, but he hadn't been in the
mood to explain the reddish liquid all over
the machine.

At the moment he
wouldn't have had much time to answer it anyway, since Balthazar had
become extremely sexually demanding during the last few days. Maybe
he should have been annoyed with his lover for waking him every two
hours or something at night, demanding attention on his hard cock,
but the willing, writhing demon-body under him easily made up for the
lack of sleep he was getting.

The almost constant
arousal plaguing his half-breed faintly reminded him, that he had
heard of women's sex drive increasing during pregnancy. If that was
true he didn't know, but it certainly applied to Balthazar, since he
had barely opened the door after returning from an exorcism, when he
already found his demon rubbing against him in a blatantly sexual
manner. Not that he was complaining either.

Ever since Balthazar
had really moved in with him, there hadn't been a single moment, when
just the thought of Bally's devilishly handsome body hadn't caused
his cock to stiffen and images of what he could do to that tight
little ass shoot through his mind.

And there was no way
that he could resist the half-breed, when he was only dressed in one
of his shirts, a firm hardness poking his hips where their bodies
touched. Before he could so much as greet his lover, a wet tongue had
already invaded his mouth, coaxing his own to come out and play. His
hands slid down to cup Balthazar's ass, while his plans on grocery
shopping went right out the window.

Always time to do that,
when he didn't have a needy half-demon at him disposal. Slowly
walking them backwards until Bally hit the leather armchair and sat
down, John regarded his lover. The afternoon sun was streaming in
through the opened blinds, bathing Balthazar in it's glorifying
light. To someone who didn't know the truth, he would have looked
like an angel.

Shrugging off his
jacket, John bent down to slowly unbutton Balthazar's shirt, while
his tongue flicked over the newly exposed skin. He could do this for
hours, hearing Bally's barely repressed groans, his moans of
approval, but all too soon he reached
the last button. Pushing the shirt off the half-breed's shoulders, he
sucked one of the swollen nipples into his mouth, worrying it between
his teeth until it was reddened with the blood that had rushed to the
surface.

Sinking to his knees
the exorcist looked up at Balthazar's face, that was open and
unguarded in pleasure. He unconditionally
loved the half-breed, when he was like this, without all his bitching
and complaining, showing the almost human nature somewhere hidden
behind the demon. The spell was broken, when Balthazar's head shot
up, irritated at the cessation of sensation on his body.

“Johnny-boy. Stop acting like
a virgin girl, who's seeing her first cock
and get on with....oh.” The rest of his sentence
was lost as John's lips slid around his straining erection,
heightening the pleasure he had felt before.

It wasn't like John
didn't know that Bally's talking during sex was nothing but baiting
him, but it always worked anyway. John would have liked to hear
Balthazar beg just once, but he suspected
that his lover would rather bite his tongue
through, than consciously let anything
other than insults and baits pass his lips.

He let his tongue trail
along the sides of Balthazar's cock and swiped the taste of his
pre-cum away from the tip. John's hands had slowly moved
lower, one of them caressing Balthazar's sack, while the other
teasingly rubbed over the puckered entrance
to his body. A strange mixture of sounds escaped the half-breed's
mouth, completely familiar to John. A melody
he could never tire of.

Relaxing his throat he
took his demon deeper, feeling the throbbing of his cock and his
balls in his mouth. When his own dick twitched in response, he let
one of his hands wander down, rubbing
himself through his pants. Balthazar was
slowly drawing closer to climax, his low sounds heightening to a
keening cry of John's name as he filled his lover's mouth with his
cum.

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When the door suddenly
flew open, John almost choked on the warm liquid, that had filled his
mouth with his lover's slightly salty taste. Surprise etched in his
features he stared at the door, a tiny trickle of cum escaping the
corner of his mouth.

TBC...
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