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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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Warning: contains rough
m/m sex with questionable consent and slight bondage

Chapter 2 – Reunion and Revenge

It had been one hell of
a day already and the exorcism he was currently working on proved
harder, than he had thought. Looking down on the woman, whose hips he
straddled, Constantine snarled.

“Come on, you fucking prick.
Get out.”

Resuming his muttered
incantations, he dipped his fingers into holy water and drew a cross
on the women's forehead. The skin blackened and blistered under his
touch, the sharp smell of burned flesh assaulting his nose. How he
hated that smell. It always reminded him too much of hell to not
cause him discomfort. Keeping his concentration on the woman's face
and trying to shut out the smell, Constantine increased the volume of
his mutterings.

A few final shudders
and she stopped twitching, her face fading back to normal. Getting
up, Constantine nodded to the priest standing nearby. Before he left
the room, he popped a nicotine gum into his mouth, wishing he could
have a real cigarette instead.

Two weeks since he had
stopped smoking and he was still going through withdrawals. The gums
took the edge off, but it did nothing to improve his shitty mood
these days. He even refrained from excessive drinking , which was
another thing that blackened his mood.

The priest followed him
and stopped him by laying a hand on his shoulder. Turning around
Constantine found a few dollar bills ushered into his hand.

“Thank you for your service.”

Nodding an affirmative,
he went on. Three exorcisms today and all he had now where 50
dollars. Why did he so this social bullshit again? Damn Chas and his
wonderful redemption advices. His former apprentice/now angel still
visited him from time to time. It had been his idea to only demand
money from wealthy families, telling John that charity was always
appreciated by God. If some fucking demon didn't pick a wealthy
family soon, Constantine would be a charity case himself. At the
moment he couldn't even afford to buy himself a decent shirt. Those
hundred dollar things just weren't worth shit.

Continuously grumbling
to himself, Constantine took out his cell. Two missed calls. Checking
the caller ID, he cursed. Angela again. The fucking chick was really
getting annoying. Since she had returned from hiding the spear, she
had been continuously harassing him to help her develop her power.
Right. As if he would believe that crap. Being invited to dinner was
not a part of apprenticeship. Hopefully she would give up soon, after
being brushed off for the millionth time.

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Constantine had just
exited the church, when he stopped dead in his tracks. He had to be
seeing things, because that just couldn't be real.

“Johnny-Boy. So good to see
you again.”

“Balthazar.”,
his voice was filled with utter disgust.

Seeing Balthazar
again was like holding a match to a barrel of gasoline. He instantly
felt anger and hate explode inside of him, causing his blood to boil.
All he wanted to do was launch himself at the fucking half-breed and
deport his sorry ass back to hell. But what angered him even further
was, that it wasn't solely hate burning inside.

His anger at the half-breed had always been mixed with a fierce
desire, burning underneath. A dangerous weakness. One he'd never
admit to having and definitely couldn't
give in to. At least not with this particular half-breed.

Stepping around Balthazar he walked on,
trying to ignore the demon's irritating presence. Being close to him
was dangerous.

“So...how are your friends these days?”

He probably would have managed to leave. But that did it. Taunting
him about the friends the demon had murdered himself was simply one
step too far. His control snapping like a twig under the heavy weight
of snow, he was upon Balthazar in an
instant. Feeling the satisfying crunch of breaking bones as his fists
hit the half-breed's face.

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Usually Constantine wouldn't have been a match for his demonic
strength. At least not with his fists alone. But as Balthazar
tried to fight back, he realized, that the punches he landed weren't
driven by his usual power. They were no more than average human
strength, that was no match for Constantine's rage.

Shit. It seemed like this was his punishment. But compared to the
fires of hell, being beaten up by Johnny-Boy was a piece of cake.
Their fighting had taken them into the alleyway next to the church.
Constantine held him up with a hand around his neck, pressing his
back into the damp, rough brick wall. His other hand was still
raining punches all over his body.

Breathing heavily Constantine finally drew back, leaving Balthazar
leaning bonelessly against the wall. The air was heavy with the smell
of blood, seeping out of his nose, his split lip and the back of his
head, where Constantine had hit him against the wall. But there was
something else. Another smell he couldn't quite place at the moment.
Flicking out his forked tongue, Balthazar
lapped at the cut on his lower lip, the coppery taste of his own
blood exploding on his tongue.

When John drew closer to wipe his
blood-stained knuckles on his pin-stripe suit, Balthazar
was finally able to place the smell. A heady mixture of lust, desire,
arousal and denial. Unable to contain himself a laugh bubbled out of
his throat.

“So, Johnny-Boy. Are you enjoying yourself? Certainly smells
like you are.”

The smug expression he put on his face only seemed to anger
Constantine further. The rage that had abated a bit was again
lighting up his eyes, giving them a dangerous glint. Oh, how he loved
that expression on the exorcist's face. It was definitely worth the
punches he had coming.

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Damn it. The half-breed shit had smelled his arousal. The heat of
anger further fueled by this realization,
he grabbed Balthazar again, throwing his
head back against the wall. The cracking of the demon's skull music
in his ears as his hands once again hit Balthazar's
flesh. The half-breed didn't even fight back this time, succeeding
only in pissing John further off. Throwing the almost unconscious
half-breed down to the ground, he administered a few well placed
kicks.

Without thinking about it further, he knelt on top of Balthazar,
hitting him a few more times. Finally coming back to himself,
Constantine realized what situation he had maneuvered
himself in. He was in a position, he had more than once dreamed
about. On top of Balthazar who was lying
bonelessly and hard underneath him.

Hard? The half-breed bastard was getting off on this. Constantine
couldn't believe it. He needed to get away from Balthazar,
before he did something he would regret. But his body didn't like the
idea of running much and simply ignored his mind's command. Instead
he could feel his hips grinding down against the demon's body.

Balthazar was moaning obviously in pain.
Ignoring the protesting sounds the half-breed made Constantine
pressed his lips down on Balthazar's,
silencing his protests. The body underneath him started struggling
again, but that only served to further ignite his angry passion.
Lightly grazing his teeth over Balthazar's
lower lip, he broke open the cut, that had already scabbed over. The
taste of blood rich and delicious on his tongue.

Sliding his tongue over a jaw, where deep purple bruises were
already forming, Constantine made his way over to the half-breed's
ear and started whispering.

“You like that, asshole?”

Balthazar's only answer was a tiny
sound, that could have been caused by pain as well as pleasure. But
Constantine didn't care anyway. His only concern at the moment was to
slake his own lust and probably get rid of his desire for this
particular demon, all in one go.

Devouring the half-breed's mouth in another fierce and brutal
kiss, Constantine yanked on Balthazar's
pants in a rough motion. The sound of tearing fabric filled the dark
alley as the pants came off, followed by Balthazar's
silken boxers. Taking a stripe of the ripped fabric, he tied the
demon's hands together. Balthazar tried to
struggle out of his grasp, but didn't succeed one bit. Satisfied with
the tightness of the bonds, Constantine
stood back up, taking Balthazar with him.

Roughly throwing the half-breed against the wall, he opened his
own trousers. Letting them slide to the ground, he pressed his
already leaking cock against the crease of Balthazar's
ass. He lightly nipped Balthazar's ear,
before whispering: “You better relax now.”

Forcibly spreading the half-breed's legs with his foot, he grabbed
Balthazar's hips, burying
himself in a single stroke. Hearing Balthazar
cry out in pain, suddenly brought him back to himself. Shit. Rape
definitely wouldn't not go down well with the heavenly authorities.
Even if it was only that piece of half-breed shit. Withdrawing in
shock and stepping back a few paces, John hoped, that he hadn't done
too much damage to his record.

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Balthazar suddenly felt the heat vanish
from his body. What the hell does the idiot bastard think he's doing?
Looking back over his shoulder, he watched Constantine hoist up his
pants, a look of guilt clearly edged onto his features.

“What the fuck do you think you're doing? Get on with it,
you stupid fuck.”

Johnny-Boy looked slightly puzzled, before realization
shone on his face and he dropped his pants again. Finally. He had
already been getting bored. Feeling the sudden stretch and burn as
Constantine's dick re-entered him, he cried out again. This time John
got the message and set a furious rhythm, pounding his face into the
wall with each vicious thrust. He could hear Constantine's heavy
breath and feel it sending bursts of hot air over his neck.

Every hard thrust unerringly hit his prostate and he could hear
himself moaning embarrassingly loud. His
hard cock rubbed against the brick wall, supplying it with a
deliciously painful friction. He could feel
the waves of his pleasure climb higher and higher, threatening to
sweep him away. Whatever idiot had decreed, that no demon should ever
submit to a human certainly needed to meet Johnny-Boy. Suddenly he
felt John's thrust become erratic, before a warm wetness flooded his
anal channel, triggering his own climax.

He moaned as he coated the wall in front of him with his cum, a
faint smell of sulfur joining the smells of
sweat and sex, that now filled the dark alley. Constantine was
slumped boneless against his back and he had to admit, that it had
been the best fuck he ever had.

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Withdrawing his softening cock from the demon lying slumped
underneath him, Constantine took a step back. Shit, that had been the
best fuck in his whole life. He would have to keep away from
Balthazar for the future. Fucking a demon,willing or otherwise, was
never a good idea. Hoisting up his pants, he tried to arrange himself
into looking normal again.

Looking at Balthazar, who was still leaning against the wall, John
said: “Next time I see you I'll deport your sorry ass back to
hell.”. After a short pause he added: “Asshole.”

Turning around, he walked out of the dark alley and put a new
strip of nicotine gum into his mouth. He didn't turn around as he
heard Balthazar shouting: “Untie me,
you fucking prick.”

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