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Fading into the light	By : darkangel985 Category: 1 through F > Constantine Views: 9792 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Loki: I could never
hurt a baby John/Bally and about the two of them in bed: Just read
on.

Just another stranger:
The next serving of smut has finally arrived.

Tierchen: Thanks for
the tip. I haven't had the time to read it yet, but I think I will.
But it will be a long time before the birth finally happens.

Chapter 8 – Lazy morning

Warm. His pillow was
warm and breathing. Breathing? Slowly coming awake, John found
himself curled around Balthazar. The half-breed was still firmly
asleep, closely pressed to John's body. His hair mussed,
dark lashes fanning over tanned cheeks, rosy lips slightly opened in
sleep. God. He looked absolutely eligible.

John could feel himself
harden, although he told his body not to. His whole body was pressed
flush against the half-breed, not leaving a centimeter
of skin untouched. Unconsciously shifting
in his sleep, Balthazar rubbed his thigh
over John's cock, forcing the exorcist to stifle
his groan.

Fuck. He had to get a
grip on himself and get out of this bed. And he wanted either a
cigarette or a glass of whiskey.
Remembering that he didn't smoke anymore, John tried to get out of
bed, but couldn't get free of Balthazar. The more he tried to push
the half-breed off, the tighter his arms wound around John's body.
Finally sighing in defeat he lay back down. If he wasn't getting a
drink anyway, he might as well go back to sleep.

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Balthazar awoke,
feeling a warm body shift around him and a hard cock press into his
thigh. Carefully opening his eyes, he saw
that John still had his own closed. Sometimes he just didn't
understand the exorcist.

First he wanted to get
rid of the child, then Johnny-boy tried to comfort him, then he
yelled again, just to lie down and sleep next to him in the end.
Humans! No matter how long he spend on this plane, Balthazar would
never understand them. Fucking irrational the lot of them. And John
was the absolute role model for irrational behavior
in every situation.

How the hell was he
supposed to stay with the exorcist for the remaining four and a half
months? Most likely, they would tear each other to shreds in less
than four and a half days. He knew, that he had no choice,
but to stay here with the exorcist. The only problem was to keep
Johnny from throwing him out.

Feeling the exorcist
move once more, rubbing his hard cock against Balthazar's thigh,
the half-breed grinned. As long as he kept Johnny-boy entertained, he
wouldn't want to throw him out. And it would definitely be rewarding
for himself.

Slowly sliding
downwards, he let his hands trail over John's body, enjoying the
contrast of tanned against pale skin. While the exorcist was asleep,
he could take the luxury of studying his body without being snapped
at the whole time. His Johnny-boy was absolutely gorgeous in sleep.
Dark hair, light skin and dark eyes, that were currently hidden under
delicate lashes. Giving in to his sudden urge, he placed a kiss on
each of John's eyelids, causing the exorcist to stir in his light
sleep.

Abandoning his
exploration of John's body, he licked a line from his navel down to
the dark pubic hair of his groin. Balthazar licked his lips in
anticipation, before letting his tongue flick over the head of John's
cock. When he took the swollen tip into his mouth and started a
gentle suction, John groaned, but still
didn't wake up.

He tasted first drops
of pre-cum wetting his tongue as he
continued his ministrations, slowly sliding his mouth lower on John's
cock. The exorcist moaned and slowly started blinking his eyes,
awaking from his light slumber. Their eyes caught and Balthazar
hummed, causing a blissful expression to spread over Johnny-boy's
face.

Balthazar could feel
John's shaft throbbing in his mouth as the exorcist's breathing
turned into harsh pants. His own cock was needily rubbing against
John's thigh. Forcing his gag reflex to
subside, the half-breed took John's dick deeper until he could bury
his nose in the soft pubes. Sweat, musk and ultimately Johnny mixed
to a heady aroma, invading his nostrils and heightening his own lust.
He had to taste the exorcist right now.

Humming deep in his
throat, he could feel John's cock pulsing,
before he came with a shout of Balthazar's name. A smug smile spread
over his face, the half-demon let John's softening member slip from
his mouth. He licked the last traces of cum away, always keeping his
eyes on John's completely sated face.

“Enjoying yourself,
Johnny-boy?”

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Too contend to be
bothered by Balthazar's slight teasing, he pulled the half-breed up
to eye level and devoured his mouth in a fierce kiss. When their
tongues tangled together, John could taste himself in the
half-breed's mouth. His taste was mixed with that of Balthazar,
creating a mixture that made him yearn for more.

Feeling Balthazar's
hard cock press against his hip, he
grinned. “Need a little help, Bally?” The half-breed
didn't answer, but moaned when John closed his fist around his dick.
He thrust his tongue in and out of the demon's mouth, mirroring the
strokes of his hand.

Within
minutes the smell of sulfur filled the air. Lifting his cum-covered
hand to his mouth, John slowly and deliberately cleaned each finger,
making the half-breed moan in longing. Now he definitely had the
upper hand over the little shit. But at the moment he felt too sated
to take advantage of that.

Pulling the half-breed
closer to his body, John started carding his hand through Balthazar's
sleep tousled hair. He had to bite back a snicker,
when he thought about Balthazar's expression, if he could see himself
like that. Hair mussed, eyes half-ways closed and was that purring?
Continuing his soft strokes, the volume
increased. Definitely purring.

He had to admit, that
it felt nice to hold the half-demon in his arms. But that didn't mean
that he liked the little arrogant shit. Not
the slightest bit. And he didn't want the little brat he was carrying
either. His subconscious kept asking him,
why he had to remind himself about these things, but John simply told
it to shut the fuck up. And he quickly snatched the hand back, that
had strayed down and softly brushed over Balthazar's belly.

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Balthazar mumbled his
complaints, when the warmth he had snuggled up to left. Damn
exorcist. He had been comfortable and almost asleep again, when John
decided it was time to get up. Burrowing back into the blankets, he
decided to ignore Johnny-boy and revel in the fact, that he hadn't
puked out his guts this morning.

“Get up, you lazy shit.”

Dammit. Now the asshole
had snatched his blanket away. Maybe he really had to get up.
Balthazar finally got up, when he heard loud cursing, coming out of
the kitchen. Obviously Johnny-boy had found out, what he had done to
his pots and pans. The next second he cursed his own thoughtlessness.
If he had no pans, John couldn't make the scrambled eggs Balthazar
craved for breakfast at the moment.

Just his luck. Quickly
dressing in John's clothes again, he walked out of the bedroom. Oops.
The apartment really was a mess. Balthazar couldn't remember causing
that much chaos, but he had been in a blind rage to destroy
everything he found and hadn't paid much attention.

John stood in front of
his open kitchen shelf, glaring at him. If he could get deported back
to hell by a single look, he would probably be sitting at Lu's feet
right now. But John couldn't and wouldn't deport him, no matter, what
he did, so Balthazar wasn't worried much.

“I still want some kind of
real breakfast, Johnny-boy.”

Instead
of answering, John poured himself a large glass of whiskey and
knocked it back in a single gulp. “Don't push it, Bally. I only
keep you here, because I have to. As soon as you give birth to the
brat, I'll kick your sorry ass out.”

“Sure. That still doesn't
solve the problem of breakfast.”

Gesturing to the chaos,
surrounding him, John asked: “Does that look as if food is my
biggest problem? If you are so hungry go get yourself something. I
don't give a fuck, asshole.”

Balthazar rolled his
eyes at John's cranky comment. Great. A grumy exorcist. There is
nothing better to ruin a nice morning. Balthazar wasn't able to
resist the urge to bait John just a little bit further. He was
walking on thin ice, but a riled up Johnny-boy was just too
irresistible.

“You should buy some new
furniture. And while you are out, you can fetch me something to eat.”

TBC...
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