Light In The Dark

Light in the Dark
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters or the actors, sadly.


Love and Hate are not opposites, neither are Misery and Joy. All emotions have an opposite, and indifference is the opposite of them all. The more strongly one feels, the more the subject causing the emotion matters. The farther from indifference one is, the more passionate the emotion will be.


Part 2


One eyebrow slowly razed at the question, as if to say, ‘And you're not?’ Still silence took the space of further conversation. The two simply looked at one another, both unsure of what to do or say, yet with faces carefully masked to prevent the other from seeing their insecurity. John's eyes were to first break eye contact, finding Balthazar's blood bathed lips too sexy not to stare at. It was those lips that had his blood, which now held the taller male's full attention. He was starting to remember the intense way the Half-Demon's lips had shower him in kisses and promises that now had satisfyingly been fulfilled. Vivid memories of a forked tongue doing more than a little licking brought a wave of lust and blood flow to his previously flaccid cock.


Balthazar could immediately tell. The exorcist member had twitched, moving in the spunk, trapped between their bellies. Though what puzzled the entrepreneur was that he could not only feel Johnny-Boy’s lust he could smell it. Lust wasn’t something he was supposed to be able smell, those particular powers were for different lower class Half-Demons than himself. Things like fear, pain, greed, anger, hate, anxiety and adrenaline were what demons in his circle worked with. This set up had giving rise to the catchphrase in Hell, “the right demon for the right job”. Still the scent was faint and nearly hidden by the musky smell of the both of them yet it just screamed ‘Do me now!’ to Balthazar’s senses.


Mocking laughter erupted out of Balthazar; it was cold, delighted, jeering laughter. It was the kind of laughter that one hears when one’s worst enemy is rubbing one’s face in their triumph. The type of laughter that pride demands it to be physically snuffed out and that is just what happened. The squeezing of John’s hands on his throat abruptly cut off the Half-Breed’s laughter. A fiery intensity blazed in the exorcist’s eyes. There was a force in that glare that the half-demon hadn’t seen in a long, long time.


“Leave now or die.” It was more of a growl said through bared teeth than anything.


Somehow the tanned creature felt both more lustful yet cautious. He slowly began to pull out and away from the human and his hot tight ass. His eyes never broke eye contact with that heated stare. The hands about his neck relaxed as his cock was almost completely out, leaving just the head to be removed. In a brazen move Balthazar dug his feet into the bed below and thrust roughly back in aiming for the pleasure spot he had just recently come to know.


John threw his head back and screamed, pleasure and pain alighting his sore body. The only warning he had gotten was Balthazar’s eyes shining red a split second before the Oh-So-Soon-To-Be-Dead-Asshole had, in his opinion, savagely reentered his body. Quick hands grab his hands, holding them equal with his shoulders, and fingers interlocked with his, not giving him enough time recover from the thrust or to react.


“You don’t really want me to leave, do you Johnny-Boy?” Smug arrogance dropped from each word. He leaned over him again sniffing at the bite wound. It was as he thought the lusty scent was coming from the exorcist blood. “You want me! I can smell it!” He howled.


“Get the fuck out! Leave you piece of shit!”


“No.”


Balthazar launched into a series of hard, fast, well aimed thrusts, causing groans and arousal to form in the pale one’s body. True the lust was there yet John was struggling weakly to buck the Half-Bread off. His body hurt, he didn’t want this! This was more than he and his body could handle right now.


‘This is great! Johnny-Boy is too sore to fight back! I can fuck him as hard as the first time! Harder if I want!’ Though panting on the outside he laughed in the inside as he thought this. ‘Oh that smell!’


The Half-Demon was still exhilarated and enthralled in that he could smell Johnny-Boy’s lust. The scent of lust was rich, spicy and such a turn on! Balthazar couldn’t get enough of the scent of lust. The scent was beginning to drive in wild! That scent…What the Hell! The smell of lust was fading, getting over powered by the smell of pain. Balthazar stopped and took his face from the crook of Johnny-Boy’s neck to look at him. John’s face was clenched in tense grimace, with his eyes shut tight, lips sealed firmly not letting a sound escape and skin paler than normal. That is, paler any place that wasn’t purple with bruising or red with either a scratch or bite; which didn’t happen to be a lot of space.

‘His skin is too tender to touch, his muscles are sore from being overworked or hit, he is too dry and sore to be properly fucked and he is no longer aroused even a little. If I fuck him now he won’t smell like lust. Damnit! I like that smell! What to do now? Well I could… I repeat, damnit! The things I do for a good fuck!’


The business demon leaned back, separating their upper bodies, which consequently caused the exorcist to open his eyes and glare at him. Balthazar sighed when he saw Johnny-Boy’s glare, then stuck out his tongue and cut it deeply with his left fang. Dark blood poured out and on to John’s face and neck. The Half –Demon shifted to the right and left, drizzling his blood on John’s arms. He shifted again, downwards this time, the hitting the torso and all the way down to the groin.


“What The Fuck Are You Doing?!” Screamed the severely freaked out exorcist.


The Half-Bread didn’t answer, he had closed his mouth and let it slowly fill with blood. He then with deliberate care pulled his erection out of Johnny-Boy and hawked the blood on to his shaft, before gentle thrusting back in.


John Constantine was frozen in shock and could only stare at Balthazar. On some level he was aware that the Half-Demon’s blood was disappearing as to seeped into his body, he was a bit aware of the surge of warmth he felt and somewhat aware of the pain in his body vanishing. What he was really focused on were the hands that had released his. Balthazar was licking his hands, coating them with blood and then rubbing what he could reach of John’s legs. When he was done with that, he again pulled his member out, licked and spat on it his hand. It was more spit than blood, his tongue having apparently healed and was put on to the business demon’s erection.


“There now, you are healed and you are wet, so participate!” Balthazar order once he was inside again.


Balthazar’s thrusts this time were slow, deep and rhythmic. His hands and mouth were everywhere, sucking, stroking, licking, tasting and caressing. A low growl was all that was needed to get Johnny-Boy with the program. Lust, that scent was back again and accompanied by a sweeter smelling friend called Desire. The tanned creature would have let out a victory howl if his mouth wasn’t so busy with a particularly sensitive part of Johnny-Boy’s neck.


As the two reached climax, Balthazar was bathed in the scents of Lust, Desire and a faint something he was not quite sure of. He didn’t get a chance to ponder it as a feeling of sedation knocked them both out just as early morning rays creep through his bedroom window.


It was around noon before either of them woke again.