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1 through F › Constantine
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
3,216
Reviews:
14
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.
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Notes: Short, for 'tis plot and not porn for once. Prepare for some Balthazar angst. Only one Bush line in this chapter.
Carpe Diem Baby
Chapter 3
“...An...Angel...” Balthazar managed to rasp out, getting up from the couch with the intention of trying to find something to defend himself with. Agony shot up his lower back from Constantine's tortures though, and he felt his legs give out before he could stop himself falling. With a hiss of pain he slid to his knees, scrambling back against the base of the couch when Chas came closer. “D-Don't...”
“It's ok, I'm not here to hurt you. Guess you can't really speak, huh?” Chas knelt down before the battered demon, folding his wings behind him and trying not to stare at the bruised, golden skin of the creature in front of him. Balthazar was only covered by a white towel, his tail wrapped around his waist keeping it in place and his wrists showing rings of cuts and bruises where he'd been bound. Chas felt sorry for him, even if they were supposed to be enemies. It came with being an angel, he supposed.
“What...what do you...want...?” Balthazar breathed, hating himself for half hoping that the angel had come to kill him. He'd been hurt plenty of times and never had his thoughts turn so dark, Lucifer really was excellent at choosing his punishments.
“Well... First up, let me help you with that.” Chas said, tapping his own throat to show what he meant. “I shouldn't, but I can hardly have a conversation with you if you can't speak.”
With that the angel leant forward, reaching out for Balthazar's throat. The demon flinched away, going very still when Chas touched him. He'd expected the angel's hands to burn him but Chas' touch just tingled against his skin, fingers wrapping around his neck gently. It would have been so easy just to choke him and Balthazar knew it, closing his eyes and not caring. The tingling feeling followed Chas' thumbs as they ran down the front of his throat, healing the damage in their wake. The angel couldn't help but watch the demon's face, wondering how someone so wicked could look so beautiful.
“Is that better? I can't heal you all the way, John isn't supposed to know I was here.” Chas asked, drawing back and watching Balthazar's tired eyes slowly flutter open, glowing red pupils focussing on him.
“What do you want, angel?” The demon asked wearily, his voice steady but quiet and his throat much less painful.
“I came with an offer from someone interested in you. They want what's best for you, I promise.” The angel smiled, his own eyes glowing golden.
“Who?” Balthazar demanded, having no idea who would care about him at all, let alone enough to send an angel.
“Your mother.” Chas smiled brightly, laughing slightly at the shock in the demon's wide eyes. Shock quickly turned to anger, though.
“Very funny. Why don't you flutter off back upstairs and me rest? I have a long fortnight ahead of me, if you hadn't heard.” Balthazar hissed, dragging himself up weakly so that he could sit back on the couch. Chas remained kneeling on the floor, watching him intently.
“You don't believe me.” The angel finally said, frowning slightly. “Why?”
“No, I don't believe you. My mother was a demon, obviously, and she's dead. Besides, even if she were alive, why would she be enlisting angels? And why should she care what happens to me? I've never met her. I don't know anything about her.” The demon claimed, leaning his head back wearily against the couch and sighing tiredly. “I don't care, angel. Just go away.”
Chas shook his head, watching the exhausted man stare up at the ceiling through hollow, shadowed eyes.
“Listen, she was a demon. She turned to us. She loved a human, your father. When he died, he went up. She wanted to be with him more than she cared about being a demon, or the balance, or any of it. So, she turned to the light.” Chas explained, watching the lack of any emotion but pain in Balthazar's eyes as he listened. “She wanted me to come to you and offer you the same while you're away from Lucifer. You don't have to work for him, you can rise. You could be good, you're half human. You're a real halfbreed, you spend more time on Earth than down there anyway. Imagine what John would think.” Chas grinned, getting up. “Think about it, at least. You have the potential to do so much good-”
Balthazar sat up, cutting the angel off with a wicked little smile curving his lips that didn't reach his eyes.
“Don't waste your time, angel.” He said simply, then got up slowly, heading unsteadily towards the bathroom. “You were leaving.”
Frowning, Chas folded his arms defiantly and glared at the stubborn demon's back, spreading his wings.
“Fine, but I'll be back. I'm serious, think about it.” He said, before bringing his wings together in a powerful stroke and vanishing upward. Balthazar turned to check he was truly gone before staggering the last few steps into the bathroom, falling to his knees in front of the toilet and retching painfully.
He hadn't thought things could get any worse for him. Now this, and the angel hadn't seen the obvious flaw in his plan. If Balthazar turned to them, Johnny would be hurting someone who'd gone to the light. If Balthazar rose, Johnny would fall. It had been Lucifer's goal for so long, but Balthazar loved the exorcist, no matter what he did. He had to stay down, he had to be wicked and cruel and a demon. He couldn't look up and be saved, or he'd send Johnny straight into Lucifer's hands. He couldn't change, though he wanted to. He wanted someone, anyone, to care for him.
Blood filled his throat, his retching tearing the damage open again. He didn't care, and coughed it up into the sink, running the water and watching the crimson blood swirl down the drain. Tears were pouring down his cheeks but he felt numb, his hands shaking where they clung to the sides of the basin to keep him from falling again. Looking up, he stared into his own eyes in the mirror above the sink, telling himself firmly that he wasn't this pathetic. He had to be stronger than this, he still had the rest of his punishment to serve.
“You deserve every second.” He told himself bitterly, before wiping his mouth, turning the tap off and heading back to curl up on the couch. With the towel wrapped around his waist he drew his legs up and leant his forehead on his knees, closing his eyes and waiting for Johnny to come back.
And, as hard as he tried, he couldn't stop the soft sobs that shuddered through his exhausted body.
TBC
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Carpe Diem Baby
Chapter 3
“...An...Angel...” Balthazar managed to rasp out, getting up from the couch with the intention of trying to find something to defend himself with. Agony shot up his lower back from Constantine's tortures though, and he felt his legs give out before he could stop himself falling. With a hiss of pain he slid to his knees, scrambling back against the base of the couch when Chas came closer. “D-Don't...”
“It's ok, I'm not here to hurt you. Guess you can't really speak, huh?” Chas knelt down before the battered demon, folding his wings behind him and trying not to stare at the bruised, golden skin of the creature in front of him. Balthazar was only covered by a white towel, his tail wrapped around his waist keeping it in place and his wrists showing rings of cuts and bruises where he'd been bound. Chas felt sorry for him, even if they were supposed to be enemies. It came with being an angel, he supposed.
“What...what do you...want...?” Balthazar breathed, hating himself for half hoping that the angel had come to kill him. He'd been hurt plenty of times and never had his thoughts turn so dark, Lucifer really was excellent at choosing his punishments.
“Well... First up, let me help you with that.” Chas said, tapping his own throat to show what he meant. “I shouldn't, but I can hardly have a conversation with you if you can't speak.”
With that the angel leant forward, reaching out for Balthazar's throat. The demon flinched away, going very still when Chas touched him. He'd expected the angel's hands to burn him but Chas' touch just tingled against his skin, fingers wrapping around his neck gently. It would have been so easy just to choke him and Balthazar knew it, closing his eyes and not caring. The tingling feeling followed Chas' thumbs as they ran down the front of his throat, healing the damage in their wake. The angel couldn't help but watch the demon's face, wondering how someone so wicked could look so beautiful.
“Is that better? I can't heal you all the way, John isn't supposed to know I was here.” Chas asked, drawing back and watching Balthazar's tired eyes slowly flutter open, glowing red pupils focussing on him.
“What do you want, angel?” The demon asked wearily, his voice steady but quiet and his throat much less painful.
“I came with an offer from someone interested in you. They want what's best for you, I promise.” The angel smiled, his own eyes glowing golden.
“Who?” Balthazar demanded, having no idea who would care about him at all, let alone enough to send an angel.
“Your mother.” Chas smiled brightly, laughing slightly at the shock in the demon's wide eyes. Shock quickly turned to anger, though.
“Very funny. Why don't you flutter off back upstairs and me rest? I have a long fortnight ahead of me, if you hadn't heard.” Balthazar hissed, dragging himself up weakly so that he could sit back on the couch. Chas remained kneeling on the floor, watching him intently.
“You don't believe me.” The angel finally said, frowning slightly. “Why?”
“No, I don't believe you. My mother was a demon, obviously, and she's dead. Besides, even if she were alive, why would she be enlisting angels? And why should she care what happens to me? I've never met her. I don't know anything about her.” The demon claimed, leaning his head back wearily against the couch and sighing tiredly. “I don't care, angel. Just go away.”
Chas shook his head, watching the exhausted man stare up at the ceiling through hollow, shadowed eyes.
“Listen, she was a demon. She turned to us. She loved a human, your father. When he died, he went up. She wanted to be with him more than she cared about being a demon, or the balance, or any of it. So, she turned to the light.” Chas explained, watching the lack of any emotion but pain in Balthazar's eyes as he listened. “She wanted me to come to you and offer you the same while you're away from Lucifer. You don't have to work for him, you can rise. You could be good, you're half human. You're a real halfbreed, you spend more time on Earth than down there anyway. Imagine what John would think.” Chas grinned, getting up. “Think about it, at least. You have the potential to do so much good-”
Balthazar sat up, cutting the angel off with a wicked little smile curving his lips that didn't reach his eyes.
“Don't waste your time, angel.” He said simply, then got up slowly, heading unsteadily towards the bathroom. “You were leaving.”
Frowning, Chas folded his arms defiantly and glared at the stubborn demon's back, spreading his wings.
“Fine, but I'll be back. I'm serious, think about it.” He said, before bringing his wings together in a powerful stroke and vanishing upward. Balthazar turned to check he was truly gone before staggering the last few steps into the bathroom, falling to his knees in front of the toilet and retching painfully.
He hadn't thought things could get any worse for him. Now this, and the angel hadn't seen the obvious flaw in his plan. If Balthazar turned to them, Johnny would be hurting someone who'd gone to the light. If Balthazar rose, Johnny would fall. It had been Lucifer's goal for so long, but Balthazar loved the exorcist, no matter what he did. He had to stay down, he had to be wicked and cruel and a demon. He couldn't look up and be saved, or he'd send Johnny straight into Lucifer's hands. He couldn't change, though he wanted to. He wanted someone, anyone, to care for him.
Blood filled his throat, his retching tearing the damage open again. He didn't care, and coughed it up into the sink, running the water and watching the crimson blood swirl down the drain. Tears were pouring down his cheeks but he felt numb, his hands shaking where they clung to the sides of the basin to keep him from falling again. Looking up, he stared into his own eyes in the mirror above the sink, telling himself firmly that he wasn't this pathetic. He had to be stronger than this, he still had the rest of his punishment to serve.
“You deserve every second.” He told himself bitterly, before wiping his mouth, turning the tap off and heading back to curl up on the couch. With the towel wrapped around his waist he drew his legs up and leant his forehead on his knees, closing his eyes and waiting for Johnny to come back.
And, as hard as he tried, he couldn't stop the soft sobs that shuddered through his exhausted body.
TBC
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