Carpe Diem Baby

Notes: Listen to Greedy Fly by Bush. Also watch the video. It has angels.

Carpe Diem Baby
Chapter 2


“Wake the fuck up.”

Balthazar jolted awake, wondering first why he was on the floor and then, when his senses returned fully, why he hurt so much. It took a few seconds for him to recall where he was and what had happened before trying to sit up.

“Wh-?” The demon frowned, finding his wrists chained together around one of the table legs. It seemed Johnny wasn't going to let him up so he sat as best he could, staring up at the exorcist. Constantine was sitting in a chair nearby, smoking a cigarette and watching him thoughtfully. A tray of ice cubes, a gun and a glass of water sat next to him on the table, which Balthazar eyed nervously. He licked his lips and tried to remain calm, ignoring his bruises and wishing he at least had something to wear. Or some hair gel, his hair was long enough to fall and frame his face when it wasn't slicked back but at least it gave him something to hide behind.

“It's about time you woke up.” Constantine said, not even trying to hide the fact that he was eyeing up the bruised but attractive demon before him.

“Sorry, I had a rough night.” Balthazar replied sarcastically, glancing down at the technicolour bruising decorating the insides of his thighs and snaking his tail around to gently run over the discolouration. Even that light touch made him wince and he let the tail fall limply back to the floor, opting wisely not to prod at his injuries.

“That was just a taster.” Constantine claimed, finishing up his cigarette and stubbing it out on the table before kneeling down in front of the halfbreed, who tensed up. Seeing the demon – who looked so very different with his hair down – afraid of him made Constantine smirk, grasping his captive's chin. “You don't get off so easy this time.”

Balthazar decided not to mention that he hadn't gotten off at all, let alone easily. Instead he glared defiantly back at Constantine, eyes glowing again.

“Have at it, then. You're just lucky I'm wicked, Johnny, or you'd have damned yourself again. You certainly have a sadistic streak.” The demon commented, knowing nothing he said was going to stop what was coming. “I'll try not to complain.” He sneered, earning himself a sharp slap.

“Good, then shut the fuck up.” John hissed, fetching the glass of water from the table. “And drink this.”

Balthazar knew he had no choice. He couldn't hold the glass himself since his wrists were still chained to the table leg, so John held the drink up to his lips and allowed him to steady the glass with his tail. He had no idea what it was and thoughts of poison flashed briefly through his mind before John tilted the glass and forced him to swallow a large mouthful, watching in interest as he put the rest of the drink back on the table. Balthazar frowned in confusion for a moment before he realised what he'd just drunk. The knowledge hit him when the burning started in his throat and he gave a choked cough, staring at John with wide eyes.

“H-holy water?” The demon gasped, coughing and tasting blood. It felt like he'd swallowed acid and he retched a little, choking when John grabbed a fistful of his hair and the gun.

“Yeah, holy water. And now you're going to fucking blow me. Still feel like running that mouth of yours, Bally?” The exorcist growled, standing and unzipping his fly. Balthazar stared up in shock and pain, coughing. His throat was raw and all he could taste was blood, colours dancing in front of his eyes from the agony. It was like having a throat full of razorblades and he shook his head, unable to speak.

“No?” John smirked, taking his gun and pressing it firmly against Balthazar's temple. “You don't get a fucking choice.”

XxXxX

John had re-chained his hands behind his back while he coughed and retched, forcing him onto his knees once he was happy that the demon wasn't going to reflexively bite down in the midst of a coughing fit. Balthazar knelt with his head bowed, the gun cool against his skin and blood dripping from his lips, down his throat and chest. He raised his head when John used the gun to tilt his chin up, burning eyes staring up at the human, who'd never seen anything so fucking perfect. Balthazar on his knees, covered in blood, eyes glowing through his loose hair and about to suck his cock. The first time John had ever seen the demon he'd zeroed in on that mouth and decided right then that some day he was going to fuck it. It had been a long wait, but he was finally getting his wish, willing or not.

“There's no way you're not an expert at this,” John grinned darkly, watching Balthazar glare at him before leaning forward and ever-so-demurely flicking his snake-like tongue out over the head of John's cock. The exorcist let out a hissed breath and watched Balthazar part his lips, close his eyes and take him in. He was trying to spare his throat by not taking the human in too deep, but John's hand on the back of his head gave him no choice. The exorcist thrust himself in deeply with a growl of pleasure, tears filling Balthazar's eyes and streaking down his cheeks at the burning. He coughed weakly around John's cock, the muscles of his throat constricting for a moment and drawing sounds of approval from the man above him.

Blood still filled Balthazar's mouth and dripped from his lips but he tried to ignore it, instead opening his eyes a little and sneaking a glance up at the exorcist through his long lashes. Johnny seemed to be enjoying himself, and Balthazar watched his face as he swirled his tongue over the velvet flesh in his mouth. He hated the fact that he'd gladly have done this for Johnny without the gun pointed at his head.

“God, that mouth of yours really is as good as it looks.” John groaned, free hand clenching and unclenching in the demon's hair. He pulled Balthazar back far enough that the demon's lips left his cock, watching the halfbreed gasp for breath and look up with tears streaming down his cheeks and blood everywhere. The sight might have stopped the exorcist in his tracks if he hadn't seen how hard Balthazar was. “Masochistic streak, Bally?”

The demon lowered his dark, glowing eyes and knew he wouldn't have been able to speak even if he'd wanted to. He couldn't tell Johnny how long he'd wanted to do this, even if it was a torture. Even if Johnny had forced holy water down his throat first and was enjoying how much it hurt him, he still wanted it. He still wanted John.

Instead he parted his bloody lips and leant forward again, wrapping his perfect mouth around the head of John's cock and closing his eyes. John groaned in appreciation and drew Balthazar further towards him by the hand in his hair, feeling the sweeping pleasure of the half-breed's skilled tongue working him.

“Ugh, god, you were made to do this...” John moaned, leaning back against the table behind him and keeping one hand fisted in the demon's hair while the other ran almost affectionately along one side of Balthazar's face, following the line of his jaw, his cheekbone and his brow.

The halfbreed kept his eyes closed and could almost imagine that Johnny felt something for him, sliding his bound hands down his back and trying to ignore the burning in his throat. He was so hard and he couldn't touch Johnny or himself so he did the only thing he could – he moved his bruised tail aside and slid his fingers down his own spine, shivering when his fingertips reached where he wanted them, brushing gently.

John noticed the movement and saw what Balthazar was doing, deciding to let him off this once. The sight of the demon pressing two fingers into himself and arching into the touch was just too good to stop. The look on Balthazar's face – a perfect little frown – made Constantine wonder how he'd ever survived without fucking the halfbreed for so long. He watched as the demon's fingers pushed deeper inside himself, finding the exact spot his was looking for and brushing against it. A flush of pleasure darkened Balthazar's cheeks and he kept his eyes closed tightly, groaning in frustration when he couldn't quite get as deep as he wanted with his arms bound.

“Don't tire yourself out yet, halfbreed, we've got more toys to play with.” Constantine smirked, watching Balthazar open his eyes with a momentary look of confusion, as though he'd been so lost in what he was doing that he'd forgotten where he was. Glowing red eyes met John's and the demon hooked his fingers, giving an aching little whimper deep in his damaged throat. The sound sent John over the edge and he grasped Balthazar's hair tighter, groaning the demon's name as he came. Balthazar swallowed, not having a choice, and new tears sprang into his eyes at the renewed burning in his throat. He blinked them back and gave a gasp of relief when it was over and John pulled back, the exorcist taking a moment to get his breath back and watching his captive demon cough weakly.

“Do you want to come too, Bally?” John mocked, leaning down and yanking the demon up by one arm, hearing the startled gasp as Balthazar's fingers were dragged out of him quickly. The exorcist threw the demon against the table, pressing his chest down against the wooden surface and running a possessive hand over the half-breed's ass.

Balthazar tried to speak, only managing a choked noise and wishing his throat would heal faster. He'd been hard so long it was starting to hurt and he knew he'd do anything Johnny asked if he'd just let him come, no matter how painful it was. He tried to rock his hips against the table, not knowing what John was up to and his mind too hazy with lust to care. It was only when something freezing cold was gently slid, slippery and wet, between the cheeks of his ass that he realised he should have been paying attention. It made him jump and a moment later grit his teeth when the burning started, although it wasn't anywhere near as bad as the holy water John had made him drink.

“Apparently you can water it down. Who knew.” Constantine commented, before ignoring the half-breed's startled little cry and pressing one of the melting ice cubes up into his body with two fingers. Balthazar gave a strangled scream as it began to melt and burn, shuddering and collapsing against the table. John's other hand snaked around his hip and took hold of his cock, stroking just enough to force the demon into a desperate place between pain and pleasure, another ice cube joining the first inside him.

“How does that feel, Balthazar? Are you fucking sorry yet?” John hissed, leaning down over the sobbing, gasping demon and whispering the words hotly in his ear. Balthazar nodded, coughing blood onto the table and rocking his hips almost against his will. His arms were still chained behind him and he was shaking visibly, tears again staining his cheeks and blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He didn't know if he hurt or felt good and his whole body was on fire with both sensations, his throat even more raw from crying out.

“Are you ready? Do you want to come now?” Constantine asked in his mocking voice, taking another ice cube from the tray and sliding it over the tanned flesh of Balthazar's ass, watching the trail of red pain it left in its wake. He drew patterns and listened to Balthazar's sobbing gasps, taking another cube once that one had melted and shoving it roughly inside the demon. Balthazar arched up with a pained cry which lengthened into a moan as Johnny's fist worked him faster, forcing his chest to heave against the table with each breath, holy water trickling down his thighs.

“...Please...” Balthazar managed to gasp, his voice a breathless, strangled sound. John leant in again and gave up on the ice cubes, to Balthazar's relief. Instead his firm grip on Balthazar's cock stroked in quick motions, wringing yet more choked noises from the demon.

“Since you asked so nicely.” John said, biting the tip of Balthazar's ear as the halfbreed jerked beneath him and came with a ragged shriek. Pleasure finally flooded through the demon in an electric wave and he closed his eyes, stomach muscles contracting with each wave. Constantine kept Balthazar pressed down against the table, milking every last drop from him and watching him shudder helplessly.

Before Balthazar had time to truly recover, aftershocks still rippling through him, Constantine dragged him up by one arm again and shoved him toward the couch. He gave a shocked little yelp as Constantine pushed him down onto it, expecting the exorcist to follow. John left him for a moment though, coming back with a damp towel and the key to the chains around his wrists. Balthazar wisely opted to remain still, not even knowing where he hurt most and not particularly wanting to think about it.

“Clean yourself up, you're fucking covered in blood.” John growled once he'd unchained Balthazar, who nodded numbly and rubbed at his wrists to regain some feeling before taking the towel and wiping the blood from his lips, chin, throat and chest. “The shower is in there.” The human pointed off to a side room. “I'm going out, I need smokes. If anything is broken when I get back I'll fucking hurt you.”

Balthazar nodded again, watching Johnny get up, grab his jacket and head out of the door. He wished he could have just walked out like that, past the wards. He'd have gotten some cheap hotel room on the other side of LA and tried to drink until he didn't remember Johnny at all.

XxXxX

John still wasn't back once Balthazar had taken a rather painful shower and the demon curled up in the corner of the couch, wrapping a towel around himself since he didn't have anything else to wear. He ached, stung or burned everywhere and his throat was still raw enough that he could barely speak. He was inspecting the bruises on his sore tail and wondering how much younger he looked now that there were no traces of gel left in his hair and it was hanging loose and wavy around his face. He didn't want to look any younger, he knew how vulnerable it made him look and John would definitely pick up on it. He really didn't need anything else to advertise to Constantine how helpless he was.

“That looks painful.” A voice startled Balthazar so badly that he jumped and looked up with wide red eyes, gasping. The first thing he noticed was wings, huge enough that they almost filled the room.

The second thing he noticed was Chas, looking down at him with a grin.

TBC

Plot is happening! Well, sort of. Forgive my lack of recent updates, it's a long and slightly insane story involving birds of prey and having to wear a suit. This one only had one line from a Bush song in it, if you spotted it.