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A Dangerous PLoy	By : trowacko Category: 1 through F > Constantine Views: 1908 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title - A Dangerous Ploy

Author - trowacko

Rating - NC17

Warnings - Constantine/Gabriel, post-movie timeline

Disclaimers - I do not own Constantine/Hellblazer in any way, nor do I make a claim to. No profit, no harm done.

The strobe from the streetlights made Gabriel's appearance in the doorway the ethereal entrance the half-breed wanted. A strike of lightning made the being pause before bypassing the series of written incantations at the door. Meaningless to a creature who wasn't truly evil, yet with the capacity to be if it chose; apparently, Gabriel chose not to be that night.

"You look better than the last Gabriel," John Constantine called from his perch on the kitchen table. He didn't have to hear it, he just knew as soon as he saw the form. Just as he knew he was getting a visitor that night. The half-breed paused, brushing fingers down a suit of pristine grey stripes and took another step inside.

"The essence of divinity does strange things to those affected," he offered as if it explained anything. The voice was lower than what John had first anticipated; different and familiar at the same time.

Short black locks flitted over a white forehead, teasing the eye from the longer strands that spilled over his back. Gabriel splayed a hand on the wooden table John sat upon, hefting his weight in a controlled arc that had him sitting opposite the hunter. He tented white gloved fingers before him, elbows rested against knees clad inside pressed trousers that might never be wrinkled. At least the mannerisms hadn't changed much.

"God was too lenient with you," John accused, fingers reaching up for a smoke that wasn't there anymore. As though it was his intention, he pulled the gum from his mouth and smeared it into the side of the table where many a gummy corpse was already laid.

"Father knew the corruption of the flesh and chose the correct path," Gabriel smiled. "Humans can repent, remember?"

"Found a loophole?" John growled. Not for the first time, he questioned God's judgment.

"Embraced a second chance granted by Father's wisdom. Which is why I'm here yet again."

"Of your own free volition," John grinned with a shake of his head. "Or is it that you have a higher purpose this time for once?"

Gabriel's hands parted disarmingly, a smile equally charming spread over his face. A familiar glint glowed in his dark brown eyes, making them pearly for a few seconds. "The past is the past - Father forgave mine. Will you deny forgiving me for the faults of the last host I had?"

John snorted, turning away to scoot himself off the table. "I'm no deity to forgive you and even if I were, I wouldn't forgive the likes of you." Shoes hitting the floor with twin thunks of pressure, Constantine glanced sidelong at the newest incarnation of Gabriel; cold, precise, and just as intoxicating as the old one, although this one was most definitely a man. "Forgive you for losing people I cared about - that's a joke. And blaming your host for your sins--"

"To forgive is part of His plan," Gabriel argued lightly. The angel pivoted to lay his back against the tabletop, spreading his legs at the same time. "The last Gabriel - he took something from you when he shouldn't have. I offer... a payment toward that back to you ten-fold, beginning here, in your world. Of my own free will."

Constantine's breath hitched, skipped a beat and he leaned against the table with a hand laid against the cool wood to brace himself. He looked away, not wanting to see the dark gaze that already knew his regret and desire for vengeance.

"Eaters of devils - that's what I've heard you called before," Gabriel whispered. "You have a chance to be a lover to an angel; not something any other mortal is afforded." Long white fingers undid the clasp to the leather belt, parting it before grasping the silver tab of a zipper to pull it down. Gabriel's lower body shifted, thumbs thrust under silken trousers to shove them down to his knees. Legs bent, the trousers slid easily to the floor in a whisper of thin cloth. Shoes followed them and a bare second later, both socks fell away. Constantine didn't want to look, didn't want to see at all, but it was too close, both in heat and desire, laid out on his very kitchen table.

"You're not doing either of us favors," he tried, turning to look out the nearly closed blinds to keep from looking at Gabriel's new body.

"Is it a favor?" Gabriel hissed, both hands stroking the top of his thighs, heels against the edge of the table. "Favor or retribution, killer." The buttons of the jacket and shirt were flicked open and apart quickly and the half-breed writhed on the table just to get both garments off.

John pretended not to watch from the corner of his eye.

He finally laughed shortly, bitterly. "One fuck and you think that forgives what you've done?"

Gabriel pulled his hair from under his shoulders, letting it slip over the cool surface of the table. "One now, more when you need." Gabriel's head tilted toward Constantine, causing ripples throughout the straight locks. "I promised Father you could have whatever retribution you desired. Of the three strongest desires you had, this was the chosen. Our kind cannot die as you'd desire; we cannot be sent to Hell if Father forgave us."

"I have nothing against your shell," Constantine retorted, wavering. He couldn't deny the ache building in the pit of his belly, the desire to do just what Gabriel knew he wanted to do - claim the angel as a mortal; the problem was that while not aging as humans did, the mortal shells of angels and devils alike were still ultimately human. He'd sworn to protect his kind against the immortals should the danger arise. He'd had his close calls with being accosted by devils before, and even Gabriel himself, but he'd not been on the giving end of such advances. Wanting to fuck an angel was quite different in fantasy form than it was when it was right in front of him.

Then again, there was the whole 'God sees all' that irked him. It would've been nice to know when he jerked off in the shower to the images of the old Gabriel or even the one time - no doubt God knew about that one - where he'd fantasized about Balthazar. He didn't have to admit anything, but still. A guy's private spank time should be just that - private.

"This shell was chosen for a reason, Constantine. The desires were already resident; in fact, I am probably more inclined to desiring getting fucked than you would want to fuck in the first place. Your torture can extend simply to denial of your carnal desires and I suffer. As much as you require."

John's eyes flicked over the lean body laid out on his kitchen table. He watched long fingers roam restlessly over porcelain skin, and Gabriel gliding them between parted legs, though refraining from touching the slim cock that rested between them.

In the first of times, there was an apple and temptation...

John Constantine was yet a mortal. Right then, he chose to bite.

"Show me Gabriel - the real Gabriel."

Wings materialized behind the body before John. Spreading wide for a few moments, they folded as close as they could without returning to a dormant position. There was a shimmer of flesh becoming translucent to reveal the gaunt visage of the angel's true face. John cast his gaze to the floor as he approached the table; he was no fool when it came to looking at the immortal's true features for long. Cock hard, his anger running higher than most times when facing down demon soldiers, he refused the offer even as his hands planted themselves on Gabriel's thighs.

"One of these days, you're going to fuck up and get that one way ticket to Hell you deserve," John hissed. As though on their own, his fingers twisted the soft skin of Gabriel's inner thighs, producing a startled yelp of pain. Gabriel started to sit up, stopping when a hand splayed firmly on his belly. "You're not going anywhere just yet, are you?"

A sneer crept across Gabriel's features - that one was quite new. John couldn't remember a time when an expression was more or less mild amusement. It pleased him to provoke Gabriel into showing it openly that he grinned.

"What are you doing?" Gabriel asked suspiciously. The narrowed eyes went well with the sneer.

"I'm taking the offer," John replied and straightened up. "Stay here and don't move." He shed his clothes on his way to the bedroom, tossing them in the doorway and moving into the bathroom. He returned naked and popped the cap off a small tube he brought with him and resisted smiling at finding Gabriel just as he'd commanded.

"How thoughtful of you." Gabriel's expression was back to serenity as he watched John coat his fingers.

John laughed. "Don't thinking I'm doing this for your benefit, Gabriel. Like I said, I've got nothing against your shell."

Sliding a pair of fingers into Gabriel was... hell, like finding religion. Every nuance of movement was watched with rapt attention. The heat surrounding the two digits worming their way deeper fed his need and he worked quickly and methodically. His free hand went to his cock and worked the remaining oil over it with a shaking hand and barely restrained need. On the table, Gabriel writhed, suddenly looking distressed as the new sensations of being penetrated registered. John waited until Gabriel's face smoothed out and the angel's eyes half-closed. Throughout it all, there was the overwhelming power that he was about to fuck an angel - with God's permission. Maybe God wasn't so bad after all.

"Now I'm thinking with your so-called retribution, there's probably some rules I should know about, right?"

It took Gabriel a few moments to gather his thoughts. "Of course," he finally managed. "When you desire, my body is yours as you please --no, deeper, yes, there--"

It was impossible for Gabriel to hide his budding pleasure, John noted satisfactorily. The sheen of brown eyes to a pearly glow showed just how much Gabriel was at the surface of his host. With the patience of a true hunter, John waited until the white glow remained solid and he knew Gabriel wouldn't sink back enough to let his host fully experience what was wrought to their body. Even his wings shivered, thumping on the table when John's fingers plunged a little deeper or struck just right.

"Right. Then here's the rules." John pulled his fingers free, rewarded a second later with a petulant moan. He pried Gabriel's legs wider and took position between them. "Rule one, you have half an hour from the time I call for you to be here. Go that?" Without waiting for an answer, he started a slow slide into Gabriel's body and held back a moan at the resistance clamping on his cock.

"Yes, yes!" Gabriel gasped; whether it was to the question or the invasion couldn't be certain, but there were two, and that was good enough to cover both bases.

"Rule two, you don't get to jerk off when you feel like it any other time, nor can anyone else have sex with you."

Gabriel's hands went over his wrists and slid up John's forearms. He leaned down to let Gabriel touch more, wanting to feel just how the angel would.

"No other mortal would have the privilege anyway," Gabriel reminded him.

What rule was he up to now? Ah, right-- "Rule three, no biting." Forsaking thought for a minute, John concentrated on shallow thrusts, building a stronger rhythm.

"Mmm," Gabriel moaned with closed eyes. "Don't want marks on your perfect skin?"

"Actually, I was thinking more of keeping my dick attached to my body," John confessed.

Gabriel laughed lightly, a low, masculine rumble that sent shivers down John's back.

"Always thinking ahead, hm?"

"Always."

John pulled Gabriel's legs around his waist, pinning his new lover against the table with the weight of his body. Now it was okay to touch and feel with his cock already deep in welcome heat. John's hands went over smooth skin, tickling with his fingertips to provoke shivers just under the surface. He tested the pliancy of Gabriel's nipples, leaning down to mouth against one, then the other. His hips began with deeper thrusts, hands gliding over Gabriel's wings to grasp the angel's shoulders. He felt Gabriel cling to him, a desperate maneuver quite unlike what he might have done before had the sensation of sex not been so new. Harsh breaths puffed against his ear, the tone of each building higher in tone as Gabriel sank into the pleasure afforded his body.

"Rule--" what? For a second, John couldn't think at all.

Gabriel's voice was a low hiss that managed to be wanton and demanding at the same time. "Rules -- now?"

Fuck if John could remember what he was going to say. Under him, Gabriel's hips had already started short snaps to meet every plunge. Pressure cramped up his stomach, forcing his entire body to feel taut. Somewhere under it all, the need to release grew, attempting to wipe out the desire to think. Sweat peppered his forehead from the exertion and he shifted to relieve the dull ache building in his legs.

"Rule four," he all but shouted. "Four... if your shell wants to be at the surface--" It took everything John could do to stop, buried in Gabriel. He brought his head up to glare at the angel. "If he wants to be at the surface, you're dormant for this."

Gabriel smiled demurely. "Always looking out for your fellow man, John. I like that."

"Five, I'm only calling you between Thursday and Sun--" he broke off and reconsidered. "--Saturday." Somehow fucking an angel on Sunday was too much of a risk even if God was allowing it.

John grasped Gabriel's cock and began pumping it with slicked fingers. "And last rule," he started. He didn't bother finishing as he began pumping into Gabriel with unrelenting force. Pulling one of Gabriel's hands to his own cock, he left no need of explanation and resumed holding Gabriel's shoulders.

Pain and pleasure coursed throughout his body. His breath hitched in a series of aborted moans and there was only heat and need. John was no stranger to purely physical pleasure. He let himself sink into it without guilt knowing Gabriel could withstand anything he dished out now. The smack of flesh against flesh was loud in the room, punctuated by equally loud moans. John leaned back, switching his hands from the back of Gabriel's shoulders to the front, yanking up a leg over his shoulder in the process. Strong thrusts gave way to slower pumps, each one spiking the lust engulfing him. Not so much as a cry left him when his seed filled Gabriel. John sank toward Gabriel, catching himself just before planting a kiss on parted lips. He felt a brief rush of hot fluid against his belly and finally released a moan he'd held back.

For a few fleeting seconds, John couldn't move, but neither could Gabriel. Getting up was shaky and it took a couple of attempts to manage the feat. Meanwhile, Gabriel scooted himself back a bit to curl up in a loose ball, looking quite satisfied. John watched as the angel brought his fingers up to his mouth and gave the fluid a tentative taste.

"There's one more rule, Gabriel."

"Rules, rules; aren't you the one used to breaking rules?"

"I am just a man," John replied without expression. "But you're not. Final rule is that's the only time you get to come when I fuck you."

"Wha- wait a minute. Constantine!"

Power built in the room as Gabriel's rage grew, yet John stood his ground near the table. The color of unfolded wings shifted to a darker grey before turning back to their dull white, then folding back into his body. The energy Gabriel had amassed dissipated in a rush as the angel sat up with a sullen expression.

"Are you refusing the rules of your 'retribution', Gabriel?" Damn, if ever there was a time he deserved a post-fuck smoke, it was now, he thought. Making his way to the kitchen counter, he found a pack that still had gum in it and opened a fresh piece. "I haven't known God as long as you have, but it seems to me he doesn't have the most infinite of patience despite what's in the Book. I doubt it was easy to get Him to agree to this little gambit of yours in the first place."

Realization crept over Gabriel's features and his lips twisted into a frown. "You're serious," he breathed. With a shake of his head he laughed derisively. "Why, may I ask?"

John wished he'd left his pants in the kitchen so he had something to put back on, but it wouldn't be the last time Gabriel saw him naked - hell, he had probably kept that 'watchful eye' on things other than his activities with his work anyway.

"Because," he explained, leaning casually against the counter, "you've had a taste of that proverbial apple yourself. Lucifer might allow his demons some 'play time' now and then, but it doesn't work like that in Heaven, does it? You said it yourself - no mortal can claim an angel. You'll remember," he smiled. "You'll remember what that felt like and no matter how many times I fuck you, you won't have the same satisfaction again."

He could see Gabriel testing the limitations he'd set down before shrugging in defeat.

"These are the terms I'm bound to until you say otherwise. Perhaps someday...?" Gabriel tried with a small smile.

"Maybe," John shrugged. "Don't bet on it. Long after I've died, you'll remember this one time and know you'll never have that again. That'll be a sliver of your 'retribution' to me."

"Constantine--"

"There's the door," John pointed helpfully. "I've got things to do."

Like taking a shower now that the essence still on his cock started to get tacky. He needed time to think without Gabriel's influence so close by, too. At the bathroom door, he stopped and listened while Gabriel gathered up his clothes and put them back on. No doubt the angel had retreated to allow him and his host to co-mingle once more. Once the front door closed, John went into the bathroom and started the shower. Under its hot stream, he methodically cleaned himself until he felt his mind drain to a warm blank state.

He didn't dwell on the fact that he'd just fucked one of the more powerful angels in Heaven until he kicked his clothes in front of his bedroom. It was a dangerous game Gabriel was playing with them both, he knew. The creature deserved to go to Hell, and maybe somewhere in his lifetime, he'd prove it to God and the Devil alike. With the damning bonus of an angel at his sexual whim. Maybe it wasn't just Gabriel who liked playing dangerous games.

*just because it comes from the mind of a wacko, doesn't necessarily mean it's insane*
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