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1 through F › Constantine
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,663
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Constantine/Hellblazer does not belong to me and this is a work of fanfiction created purely for entertainment purposes. I am making no profit from this.
2
Sheep go to Heaven, Goats go to Hell
Chapter 2
Cigarette duly smoked, Constantine prepared himself for the task ahead of him. He strode purposefully into his bedroom where the former demon slept fitfully, sitting down on the side of the bed and watching for a moment. Balthazar was moaning in his sleep, a pained expression on his perfect face and his normally slicked-back hair an attractive mess. The fact that he looked so good made John's next task harder, but he ignored the urge to run his fingers through the halfbreed's hair and slick it back for him.
Doing what he'd approached the sleeping halfbreed for, Constantine began unbuttoning Balthazar's damp, bloodstained shirt, peeling it away from his chest and carefully working it down over the tanned creature's bandaged wrists. Once his chest was bare, John manoeuvred him into a clean, dry black t-shirt. It was far too big but would do the job. Besides, John hadn't seen Balthazar in black before since the latter normally preferred stylish suits in shades of grey and pinstripe. Seeing him in something so dark and casual was yet another thing that made him wish the former demon hadn't done something so stupid so that he could take out the lust Balthazar provoked in him.
Getting back to the task at hand, John quickly, clinically took off the rest of Balthazar's clothes – suit pants and boxers, which were also soaked through with water and blood. Trying not to look any more than he had to and knowing that the image of Balthazar in only an oversized black t-shirt was going to stay with him regardless, John dressed the unconscious halfbreed in black pyjama pants. They were also too big, but not by a lot and he didn't think Balthazar was going to be running around in them too much.
Gathering up the bundle of bloodstained clothing from the floor, Constantine spared a last glance at the halfbreed, who'd settled down into a more peaceful but slightly feverish sleep while John had been changing his clothes. Something had driven him to this state, and Constantine was determined to find out what and deal with it.
XxXxX
“And there are ways to turn a demon mortal, right?” Constantine frowned, holding the phone to his ear while he stared out at the dark city, a cigarette hanging from the corner of his lips and a glass of cheap scotch resting on the windowsill.
“There are. Rare, but they exist.” Midnite told him, the background sounds of his club filtering through the phone and making John glad he hadn't opted to leave Balthazar sleeping and go to see the witch doctor in person. He could feel a headache coming on and too much bass was a killer. Demons seemed to love it, though.
“Who could get hold of something like that?” The exorcist mused aloud, but Midnite could give him no answer. It was just another unanswered question to add to the collection. They'd been trying to figure out who would want to turn Balthazar into a mortal and lock him up instead of just outright killing him and sending him back to Hell. In fact, whoever had held the former demon captive seemed to be trying specifically to stop Balthazar from going back to Hell. How they'd kept him in that apartment for so long was another mystery, although Constantine had his suspicions. As a human now, Balthazar would be susceptible to both drugs and wards of the right kind. He hadn't noticed any symbols on the doorframe when he'd kicked it in, but they could have been anywhere. Drugs seemed likely, Balthazar's eyes had seemed a little glazed. He'd have to wait until the former demon woke up to confirm that for sure, though.
“What are you going to do with him, John? Whoever had him is going to come looking, you know that.” Midnite pointed out.
“I know. He's staying here until I figure out what to do with him. I'll need something to hide him from them.”
“I'll work on it.” Midnite assured, ending the call. John placed the phone back on the windowsill and sipped at his whiskey, leaning his head against the window frame and watching the darkness outside as he savoured his cigarette. He had no idea what to make of Balthazar being human. It wasn't something he'd ever imagined could happen, and now that it had he wasn't sure what to feel. He'd always been attracted to the demon, there was no use in denying that. He was a wicked little fucker, but he drew John in like a moth to a flame, and seeing him try to kill himself had not been an experience he wanted to repeat. If he could convince Balthazar to remain mortal... but what was in it for the halfbreed? Feeling, for one. Demons didn't feel things the same way humans did, and he wondered if Balthazar knew any other human sensations besides pain and exhaustion. He also wondered if Balthazar had any power left or if he was completely helpless. He definitely wouldn't be as strong as before, but he'd been pretty high up the demon food chain, he might have something left.
Finishing up his cigarette and downing the last of his scotch, John made his way back across the apartment and into his bedroom to check on the former demon, who was thrashing in his sleep. Worried despite reminding himself of what a sick little fuck Balthazar could occasionally be, John hurried forward and sat on the edge of the bed, finally allowing himself to run his fingers through the halfbreed's dark blonde hair. He stroked the soft hair back from Balthazar's eyes, pleased to see the former demon settle down a little and murmur in pleasure.
“Balthazar.” John said quietly, withdrawing his hands from the tanned man, who gave a small sound of protest and slowly opened his eyes. Staring up at the dark ceiling with slightly glazed eyes, the halfbreed shivered and looked more lost than John had ever seen. “Hey, you're safe,” the exorcist tried, no good at comforting people at the best of times, especially a former enemy who he was maddeningly attracted to.
“I won't... I promise, he isn't... I can't, please...” Balthazar breathed, delirious and turning his head away when John tried to touch him. “Don't...”
Never having heard Balthazar plead for anything before, John tried to piece together what the former demon was trying to say. It made no sense to him though, and he grasped Balthazar's chin, staring into his wide, dark brown eyes.
“Balthazar, listen to me. It's Constantine, you're at my place and nothing's coming to get you. Now tell me who was keeping you locked up. Tell me who did this to you.” The exorcist demanded firmly, although he could see by the glazed, frightened look in the halfbreed's eyes that drugs were a likely suspect in keeping him subdued, and they hadn't left his system yet. With the fever he was now riding, John knew he wouldn't get much sense out of the former demon.
“Nnh...no...” Balthazar groaned, eyes sliding closed again and a look of pain on his face. Frowning, John gave up for the time being and left the room to let him sleep it off, hating himself for being turned on so much by seeing the former demon writhing like that, even if it was in the grips of a fever.
Even as a mortal, Balthazar was likely to send him straight to Hell.
TBC
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Chapter 2
Cigarette duly smoked, Constantine prepared himself for the task ahead of him. He strode purposefully into his bedroom where the former demon slept fitfully, sitting down on the side of the bed and watching for a moment. Balthazar was moaning in his sleep, a pained expression on his perfect face and his normally slicked-back hair an attractive mess. The fact that he looked so good made John's next task harder, but he ignored the urge to run his fingers through the halfbreed's hair and slick it back for him.
Doing what he'd approached the sleeping halfbreed for, Constantine began unbuttoning Balthazar's damp, bloodstained shirt, peeling it away from his chest and carefully working it down over the tanned creature's bandaged wrists. Once his chest was bare, John manoeuvred him into a clean, dry black t-shirt. It was far too big but would do the job. Besides, John hadn't seen Balthazar in black before since the latter normally preferred stylish suits in shades of grey and pinstripe. Seeing him in something so dark and casual was yet another thing that made him wish the former demon hadn't done something so stupid so that he could take out the lust Balthazar provoked in him.
Getting back to the task at hand, John quickly, clinically took off the rest of Balthazar's clothes – suit pants and boxers, which were also soaked through with water and blood. Trying not to look any more than he had to and knowing that the image of Balthazar in only an oversized black t-shirt was going to stay with him regardless, John dressed the unconscious halfbreed in black pyjama pants. They were also too big, but not by a lot and he didn't think Balthazar was going to be running around in them too much.
Gathering up the bundle of bloodstained clothing from the floor, Constantine spared a last glance at the halfbreed, who'd settled down into a more peaceful but slightly feverish sleep while John had been changing his clothes. Something had driven him to this state, and Constantine was determined to find out what and deal with it.
XxXxX
“And there are ways to turn a demon mortal, right?” Constantine frowned, holding the phone to his ear while he stared out at the dark city, a cigarette hanging from the corner of his lips and a glass of cheap scotch resting on the windowsill.
“There are. Rare, but they exist.” Midnite told him, the background sounds of his club filtering through the phone and making John glad he hadn't opted to leave Balthazar sleeping and go to see the witch doctor in person. He could feel a headache coming on and too much bass was a killer. Demons seemed to love it, though.
“Who could get hold of something like that?” The exorcist mused aloud, but Midnite could give him no answer. It was just another unanswered question to add to the collection. They'd been trying to figure out who would want to turn Balthazar into a mortal and lock him up instead of just outright killing him and sending him back to Hell. In fact, whoever had held the former demon captive seemed to be trying specifically to stop Balthazar from going back to Hell. How they'd kept him in that apartment for so long was another mystery, although Constantine had his suspicions. As a human now, Balthazar would be susceptible to both drugs and wards of the right kind. He hadn't noticed any symbols on the doorframe when he'd kicked it in, but they could have been anywhere. Drugs seemed likely, Balthazar's eyes had seemed a little glazed. He'd have to wait until the former demon woke up to confirm that for sure, though.
“What are you going to do with him, John? Whoever had him is going to come looking, you know that.” Midnite pointed out.
“I know. He's staying here until I figure out what to do with him. I'll need something to hide him from them.”
“I'll work on it.” Midnite assured, ending the call. John placed the phone back on the windowsill and sipped at his whiskey, leaning his head against the window frame and watching the darkness outside as he savoured his cigarette. He had no idea what to make of Balthazar being human. It wasn't something he'd ever imagined could happen, and now that it had he wasn't sure what to feel. He'd always been attracted to the demon, there was no use in denying that. He was a wicked little fucker, but he drew John in like a moth to a flame, and seeing him try to kill himself had not been an experience he wanted to repeat. If he could convince Balthazar to remain mortal... but what was in it for the halfbreed? Feeling, for one. Demons didn't feel things the same way humans did, and he wondered if Balthazar knew any other human sensations besides pain and exhaustion. He also wondered if Balthazar had any power left or if he was completely helpless. He definitely wouldn't be as strong as before, but he'd been pretty high up the demon food chain, he might have something left.
Finishing up his cigarette and downing the last of his scotch, John made his way back across the apartment and into his bedroom to check on the former demon, who was thrashing in his sleep. Worried despite reminding himself of what a sick little fuck Balthazar could occasionally be, John hurried forward and sat on the edge of the bed, finally allowing himself to run his fingers through the halfbreed's dark blonde hair. He stroked the soft hair back from Balthazar's eyes, pleased to see the former demon settle down a little and murmur in pleasure.
“Balthazar.” John said quietly, withdrawing his hands from the tanned man, who gave a small sound of protest and slowly opened his eyes. Staring up at the dark ceiling with slightly glazed eyes, the halfbreed shivered and looked more lost than John had ever seen. “Hey, you're safe,” the exorcist tried, no good at comforting people at the best of times, especially a former enemy who he was maddeningly attracted to.
“I won't... I promise, he isn't... I can't, please...” Balthazar breathed, delirious and turning his head away when John tried to touch him. “Don't...”
Never having heard Balthazar plead for anything before, John tried to piece together what the former demon was trying to say. It made no sense to him though, and he grasped Balthazar's chin, staring into his wide, dark brown eyes.
“Balthazar, listen to me. It's Constantine, you're at my place and nothing's coming to get you. Now tell me who was keeping you locked up. Tell me who did this to you.” The exorcist demanded firmly, although he could see by the glazed, frightened look in the halfbreed's eyes that drugs were a likely suspect in keeping him subdued, and they hadn't left his system yet. With the fever he was now riding, John knew he wouldn't get much sense out of the former demon.
“Nnh...no...” Balthazar groaned, eyes sliding closed again and a look of pain on his face. Frowning, John gave up for the time being and left the room to let him sleep it off, hating himself for being turned on so much by seeing the former demon writhing like that, even if it was in the grips of a fever.
Even as a mortal, Balthazar was likely to send him straight to Hell.
TBC
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