Light In The Dark
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Category:
1 through F › Constantine
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
7,386
Reviews:
18
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Constantine, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Part 4
Change in a scary thing for most people, whether they admit to it or not. Fear of change, fear of the future and fear of the unknown are terrifying to all people though some more than others. People have never really given credit to how intimidating transitioning from one situation to the next can be. In fact it is said to be a good quality to be able to roll with the ‘punches’ and trot a long with life as if one is constantly fine with it. Yet for those who can’t ‘roll with it’ they are faces with three options; paralyzing fear, confusion or fear turned anger. All option are perfectly normal, but just not good places to stay in.
Part 4
By GreyPenInk
It had been relatively easy for the famous exorcist to get back home. That is once he had pick out three suits, found two hundred bucks in the right pocket of each pant, called for a cab on Balthazar’s house line and gotten into the cab before the Half-Demon had even took one step out the door after him.
As he lay back against his own couch, he didn’t even try to stop the smirk that spread over his lips. He could clearly remember all the interesting curses Balthazar had shouted as he watched from the speeding taxi. The poor taxi driver had been so freaked his hair had literally turned white, so he had given him a bit more than the fare.
For some reason he hadn’t just called Chas to come pick him up. Now that he thought about it was worth the forty bucks the taxi cost in order to not have Chas asking him about his time at Bastard-zar’s penthouse. Those questions would just make him face the fact that he had spent around 12 hours under the disgusting Half-Breed. Aw, crap! That was half a day!
John inhaled to sigh but choked when a now familiar scent overloaded his senses. The smell of the Hell spawn was coming from the suit he was in and was bring back very recent moments with it. Flashes of Balthazar hit his mind’s eye; his claws ripping through his clothes, his fists punching him, his tongue licking all of him, his lips never letting up in their assault and his thrusts into him.
Oh he was getting so aroused just thinking about it. He had to get out of these clothes! He needed to get rid out them as soon as possible!
Quickly he stripped and left the suit on the couch with the two others. Entering his bathroom his eyes caught the mark on his neck that Bally had left. ‘Bally?’ he thought. ‘Since when is he Bally? Never mind, not worth it.’
In the mirror he inspected his skin a second time. One bite on the right were his neck and shoulder met, one on his left upper arm right beneath the shoulder, another above his right hip and the last on the inside of his left thigh. That one had hurt, really hurt since it had been so close to his genitals!
Not wanting to look at the Half-Demon’s zigzagged trail marks any more, he stepped into the shower. As he washed all he could think about was the feel of his suddenly smooth skin and the idea of washing Bally’s demonic touch away. When he was done, dried and dressing he knew there was something that was missing. He just couldn’t put his finger on it.
Chas walked in through the door as he put on his first sock. “Hey John were you been? I mean I dropped you off at that bar last night and when I came back to pick you up, you were gone.” He sat down at the table and threw a pair of boxes on its surface. “I picked up your cigs for you.”
Silence reined, John sure as hell wasn’t going to answer and Chas didn’t honestly expect him to. John finished putting on his other sock.
The taxi driver’s eyes scanned the room in hopes that he’d get some clue to where John had been. He had dropped him off pretty far and out side of their usual turf last night at a new bar that was a little less than human friendly. His glaze almost immediately found the clothes on the couch. The clothes stood out badly compared to the rest of the place and John. They looked more like something a rich snob would wear.
“Like Baltha-”
“Chas, let’s go.” The older man said as he scoped up the suits from the couch.
“But John th-”
“Let’s go, Chas.”
“Fine but where are we going?”
“To sell these stupid things, now move it.”
It was on the third store that they found someone willing to pay 870 a suit. It was a huge rip off but by that time John didn’t care. Being in the back with all three suits was doing a number on him and his libido.
Though 3,170 dollars in one day was not bad, not bad at all. He’d check in with Hennessey tomorrow, today he would just go home and sleep. It was only Monday anyway.
When they got home Chas crashed on the couch with his books while John went for his cigs. It wasn’t until the first puff that he finally figured out what was different.
“Chas get up we’re going to the hospital.” He said getting up.
“What?!” he shouted and dropped his books.
“You heard me.” He left, leaving Chas to catch up.
An hour and half later John had his suspicions confirmed.
“I don’t know how you did it or what you did but these scans don’t lie. Your lungs look 100% healthy.” Said the Doctor, amazement still clear in her voice.
“So lungs wouldn’t normally do this on their own?” Asked Chas.
“Not after smoking for so many years.” She answered. “So exactly what did you do or have done to you John?”
“You don’t want to know.” He said as he lit a cig.
“Oh that’s just great John! You get a new lease on life and what do you do? You lit up? Common put it out! Besides there’s a no smoking in the hospital rule and I want to give you a full examination.”
Chas groaned.
It was another three hours before they got home at around nine. The pale exorcist decided just to turn in very early. He’d had enough happen to him to day.
The rest of his week went fairly normal with a low level Half-Demon here and there. It wasn’t until the Wednesday of the fallowing week that he ran into the last thing he wanted to.
“Johnny-Boy! Long time no fuck!”
Mentally he groaned.
TBC
Part 4
By GreyPenInk
It had been relatively easy for the famous exorcist to get back home. That is once he had pick out three suits, found two hundred bucks in the right pocket of each pant, called for a cab on Balthazar’s house line and gotten into the cab before the Half-Demon had even took one step out the door after him.
As he lay back against his own couch, he didn’t even try to stop the smirk that spread over his lips. He could clearly remember all the interesting curses Balthazar had shouted as he watched from the speeding taxi. The poor taxi driver had been so freaked his hair had literally turned white, so he had given him a bit more than the fare.
For some reason he hadn’t just called Chas to come pick him up. Now that he thought about it was worth the forty bucks the taxi cost in order to not have Chas asking him about his time at Bastard-zar’s penthouse. Those questions would just make him face the fact that he had spent around 12 hours under the disgusting Half-Breed. Aw, crap! That was half a day!
John inhaled to sigh but choked when a now familiar scent overloaded his senses. The smell of the Hell spawn was coming from the suit he was in and was bring back very recent moments with it. Flashes of Balthazar hit his mind’s eye; his claws ripping through his clothes, his fists punching him, his tongue licking all of him, his lips never letting up in their assault and his thrusts into him.
Oh he was getting so aroused just thinking about it. He had to get out of these clothes! He needed to get rid out them as soon as possible!
Quickly he stripped and left the suit on the couch with the two others. Entering his bathroom his eyes caught the mark on his neck that Bally had left. ‘Bally?’ he thought. ‘Since when is he Bally? Never mind, not worth it.’
In the mirror he inspected his skin a second time. One bite on the right were his neck and shoulder met, one on his left upper arm right beneath the shoulder, another above his right hip and the last on the inside of his left thigh. That one had hurt, really hurt since it had been so close to his genitals!
Not wanting to look at the Half-Demon’s zigzagged trail marks any more, he stepped into the shower. As he washed all he could think about was the feel of his suddenly smooth skin and the idea of washing Bally’s demonic touch away. When he was done, dried and dressing he knew there was something that was missing. He just couldn’t put his finger on it.
Chas walked in through the door as he put on his first sock. “Hey John were you been? I mean I dropped you off at that bar last night and when I came back to pick you up, you were gone.” He sat down at the table and threw a pair of boxes on its surface. “I picked up your cigs for you.”
Silence reined, John sure as hell wasn’t going to answer and Chas didn’t honestly expect him to. John finished putting on his other sock.
The taxi driver’s eyes scanned the room in hopes that he’d get some clue to where John had been. He had dropped him off pretty far and out side of their usual turf last night at a new bar that was a little less than human friendly. His glaze almost immediately found the clothes on the couch. The clothes stood out badly compared to the rest of the place and John. They looked more like something a rich snob would wear.
“Like Baltha-”
“Chas, let’s go.” The older man said as he scoped up the suits from the couch.
“But John th-”
“Let’s go, Chas.”
“Fine but where are we going?”
“To sell these stupid things, now move it.”
It was on the third store that they found someone willing to pay 870 a suit. It was a huge rip off but by that time John didn’t care. Being in the back with all three suits was doing a number on him and his libido.
Though 3,170 dollars in one day was not bad, not bad at all. He’d check in with Hennessey tomorrow, today he would just go home and sleep. It was only Monday anyway.
When they got home Chas crashed on the couch with his books while John went for his cigs. It wasn’t until the first puff that he finally figured out what was different.
“Chas get up we’re going to the hospital.” He said getting up.
“What?!” he shouted and dropped his books.
“You heard me.” He left, leaving Chas to catch up.
An hour and half later John had his suspicions confirmed.
“I don’t know how you did it or what you did but these scans don’t lie. Your lungs look 100% healthy.” Said the Doctor, amazement still clear in her voice.
“So lungs wouldn’t normally do this on their own?” Asked Chas.
“Not after smoking for so many years.” She answered. “So exactly what did you do or have done to you John?”
“You don’t want to know.” He said as he lit a cig.
“Oh that’s just great John! You get a new lease on life and what do you do? You lit up? Common put it out! Besides there’s a no smoking in the hospital rule and I want to give you a full examination.”
Chas groaned.
It was another three hours before they got home at around nine. The pale exorcist decided just to turn in very early. He’d had enough happen to him to day.
The rest of his week went fairly normal with a low level Half-Demon here and there. It wasn’t until the Wednesday of the fallowing week that he ran into the last thing he wanted to.
“Johnny-Boy! Long time no fuck!”
Mentally he groaned.
TBC