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New breed of evil	By : darkangel985 Category: 1 through F > Constantine Views: 8307 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Sorry for the long
wait, but I'm having a couple of exams over the next weeks, that
effectively keep me from writing much. But I will try to update.

Loki: Your view on the
John/Bally scene makes sense, although my thoughts about it were a
bit different. It was more about John getting rid of his desire for
Bally and humiliating him by domination.
Plus I simply love Bally as sub and the power play
between those two.

Serpentlady: Thanks for
the review and there will be some literally 'hot' sex in this
chapter.

Chapter 4 – Fire's fire

John leaned against the
red Cabriolet and looked over at the
monastery. There was nothing special, that would explain the fuss Lu
had made about it. Lighting himself a cigarette, John looked over at
Balthazar, who was once again dressed in one of his shiny, corporal
suits. Ever the vain peacock. A smirk spreading over his face, he
called out to the half-breed.

“Get the gasoline cans,
asshole.” Not looking back at Balthazar, he walked towards the
monastery.

“What? I'm not your mule,
Johnny-Boy. I've done this for a few millenia and no wanna-be...”

He didn't get to finish
his sentence, before John had him pressed
up against the side of the car. John's fingers pressed into the
half-breed's back, reopening the wounds that had barely healed.
Seeing Balthazar wince, he grinned
triumphantly.

“You're forgetting something
important, Bally.” The last was spat with as much disgust
as John could muster, before the smug grin was back again. “I
am Lu's second-in-command and your rank is something
like....mmh....completely worthless compared to mine. Meaning, that
you will follow my every command.”

Ignoring the glare,
Balthazar shot him, John continued over to the monastery. The
half-breed was following and to John's satisfaction also carrying the
cans. He was mumbling something about ruined Armani suits and John
couldn't resist yanking his chain.

“Hurry up, you little shit. I
don't have all day.”

“What missing Lucifer
already?”

Grinning to himself
John answered: “Jealous, Bally?” He laughed out loud,
when the fuming half-breed stormed past him and towards the
monastery's door.

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His plan to get rid of
the monastery was fairly easy. They would sneak in when everybody was
sleeping, spill the gasoline and light a little fire. As he heard his
plan, Balthazar had the nerve to actually laugh at him.

“That's a dumb plan,
Johnny-boy. And it's not just your ass on the line here.”

“And you have a better one,
asshole.”

“Yes. Other than you I know
what I'm doing. We lock the door, when they are all praying at the
chapel and burn it down. No risk of someone
escaping.”

Damn it. The asshole
had a point. He had to reluctantly agree that Balthazar's plan was
better than his own. Not that he'd ever admit it out loud. The
half-breed's ego was already blown up enough. “Fine asshole,
but only because they are praying right now. Otherwise we'd have
stuck with my plan.”

Balthazar started
smirking, but John quickly changed that fact with a hard punch to the
half-breed's face. “Get working.”

They closed the chapel
by putting an iron bar through the door handles. Average human
strength would never be enough to lift it, but with their combined
demonic power it was easy. Sprinkling the gasoline all around the
small church and on the wooden window frames and door, they emptied
their cans. John slowly and savoringly
smoked a cigarette, before throwing it to the ground and igniting the
petrol-stained earth.

“Let's go.”

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Leaning against the car
they watched as the monastery turned into a raging inferno. Even
across the distance the cackling of the flames could be heard. John
wasn't sure if the screams he heard were real or if he was just
imagining them, but they didn't disturb him in the slightest.

When the roof of the
monastery collapsed, John turned away from the fire. Rummaging
through the trunk of their car, he looked for the bottle of Whiskey
he had left there. Suddenly he found a very empty bottle dangling in
front of his face, held by a very smug half-breed.

“Looking for something,
Johnny-boy.”

John was about to hit
Balthazar, when something in the trunk caught his eye. There was
another full gasoline can left. Enough to start a pretty little fire
and burn down everything a family owned. Turning back to Balthazar he
grinned. Obviously confused by the lack of fists connecting with his
face, the half-breed stared at John.

“Are you up for a little more
fun, Bally?” The wickedness in John's eyes, made Balthazar pity
whoever was to be the target of John's plan. Well almost. Ok, not at
all, but he was intrigued none the less. Getting in the car the two
of them drove back to L.A.

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John stood in front of his brother's house, smoking silently. His
face was illuminated by the flames,
shooting out of the windows and the roof. Too bad, that his brother
wasn't here to enjoy the show, since he had taken his family on a
little weekend trip. But imagining Matthew's face, when he saw his
prized possessions burned to cinder was
enough for now.

Just killing the smug asshole, who had always supported his
parents' therapy plans for him, was not enough. He would suffer a
lot, loose everything he loved. One thing after another until nothing
was left. When he turned around to look at Balthazar, the half-breed
shivered at the evil smirk on his face.

Turning around to look back at the flaming inferno, that had once
been his brother's home, John found a roasted marshmallow dangling in
front of his face. “Do you want one?” Lu was grinning at
him, obviously in one hell of a good mood. When he didn't react right
away, Lucifer just shrugged and plopped the confection into his own
mouth.

“Why are you out here, John? Shouldn't you be in and enjoy a
closer view of your little fire?”

Before John could reply, he found himself sitting on the living
room couch next to Lu. Everywhere around them the fire was
raging, flames consuming the classical furniture and flowered
curtains. It was strange, the heat was extreme, yet it was no more
than a pleasant sensation on John's skin. Almost as pleasant as the
feeling of Lu's fingers stroking along his thigh.

Getting a firm hold on his hips, Lucifer pulled the former
exorcist into his lap. The kiss they shared burned with passion,
while the fire around them consumed the pictures on the wall. He
didn't have the patience for fooling around. It had already been to
long, since he last fucked John's deliciously tight ass. Their
clothes vanished with a single gesture and he finally had the
opportunity to let his hands roam over his exorcist again.

The flames were licking at the edges of the couch now, similar to
Lucifer's tongue lapping at John's nipples. Without preamble he bit
down, drawing a sharp moan from the slim figure sitting in his lap.
John's fingers were digging into his shoulders as their hardened
cocks rubbed together, creating an unbearable heat.

Letting his fingers slip into John's mouth, Lucifer watched as a
pink tongue lathered them in saliva. The flames were burning the
couch around them, whispering over their skin. But they were merely
prickling sensation. No kind of fire could hurt Lucifer and his
consort. Sliding his fingers down, he quickly prepared the exorcist,
who wantonly moved against his fingers.

“What are you waiting for, Lu?” Impatient little slut.
A smile spreading over his face, Lucifer withdrew his fingers, but
hesitated to replace them with his dick. Nudging at John's stretched
entrance, he waited.

“Get on with it, you damn asshole.” Prying Lucifer's
fingers off his hips, John pushed downwards, moaning as he was
filled. Tightly clutching Lu's shoulders, he moved in quick hard
pushes, changing the angle until the Devil's cock hit his prostate
with every stroke.

Lucifer was leaning back, enjoying the ministrations, his cock
firmly encased in John's tight heat. Lazy fucker. Rubbing his own
needy cock against Lu's stomach, John drew closer to climax, the heat
in his body building, scorching away every coherent thought in his
head.

The fire was everything that mattered. Scorching his body to
finally erupt from his cock in a shattering
climax. He didn't even realize, that he sunk his teeth into Lu's
neck, but when he came down from his euphoria, they were still
embedded there. Judging by the pain in his neck Lucifer did the same,
although he had already pulled his teeth from the wound. John lightly
lapped at the teethmarks he left, proudly regarding them. Now who
belongs to whom, huh, asshole?

Suddenly the couch broke down under them, the sturdy wood almost
completely destroyed by the flames. Shit. But looking around himself,
a grin once again spread over John's face. Nothing but ashes. All his
brother had owned was nothing but ashes now. That called for a
celebration. Brushing the ash off the clothes, when they once again
appeared on his body, John turned around to Lu. But the Devil had
walked over into the kitchen and started tut-ing, when John entered.

Without further explanation, he switched the gas stove on, turning
the whole building into a massive bomb. “Time to go, John.”
Not waiting for his second-in-command to follow, he walked out of the
house.

The moment they reached the car: BANG. Debris started raining down
all around them, but Lucifer coolly closed
the roof of the cabriolet. Lighting himself
another cigarette, John turned around to his hellish companion.

“Midnite's?”

TBC...
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