Light In The Dark

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

Part 5

This dingy little dance club was no place for a mid level Half Breed, let alone a high level like Balthazar. Actually he had been avoiding jobs in high-level hangouts to get out of seeing the Bastard. What the fuck was this particular Hell employee doing in here of all places? Answer: coming straight through the crowd to him.

This was the last being in the world he wanted to see. Especially after a week of vivid memories had been haunting his dreams to the point where he was entertaining the thought of sleeping with a very low level Half-Demon; if only just to feel that strange demonic body heat again. He decided then that it indeed had been a bad idea, a very bad idea, an extremely bad idea!

John Constantine made a valiant effort to ignore the Asshole and cut though the suddenly mosh-pit thick crowd but failed on both accounts. The very bad thing about high-level demons like Balthazar is that they have a lot of impact on average unaware humans and lower level demons. Which is why he really should not have been surprised when all the human club goers suddenly formed a dense barricade and the demons cleared a path for the snobby Hell spawn.

He also should not have been surprised when the business demon’s rock hard cock pressed up against his rear. Of all the wise cracks about the Half-Breed he could ever make, lack of size of a certain member that was currently pressing into his crack would never be one of them.

As a professional exorcist, he ignored the rush of memories and blood flow to his own member, and elbowed the Half-Demon away. “Why the hell are you here Balthazar? This isn’t one of your usual spots.”

Said Half Breed grinned. “So you know where I spend my time? How cute! Do I detect a crush on me?”

John’s face was instantly pale pink; whether from indignation or something else he himself did not know. “What the Fuck?! I don’t have crushes, you moron! Least of all on you, you asshole!”

The grin grew to a galling size. “Me thinks the lad doth protest too much.”

John’s irritation level went up another ten notches. “I don’t care what you think, you still haven’t answered my question; why are you here?”

“Isn’t obvious? Same reason you’re here,” the look in Balthazar’s eyes turned lusty. “To get laid.”

In less than half a second the high class Hell beast was on him; forked tongue out and licking the scar on his neck. Heat and lust erupted in his body from all the scars and Constantine was horrified to realize the scars were on some of his erogenous zones.

When the Half-Breed nipped the scar on his neck all he could do was moan and melt into waiting arms. One of Balthazar’s arms wrapped under his bottom and the other around his back; which effectively swept him off his feet. A muffled sound was the only protest he made.

Distantly he was aware of the low level Halfs parting the crowd like the red sea but he mostly felt all their demonic eyes tracing over every line and curve of his body. They were undressing him and caressing every inch of him with their eyes. He didn’t like it. He didn’t like it at all! With Balthazar still making out with the scar on his neck he couldn’t clear his head and if those Demons choose to attack now he wouldn’t be able to fight them off. A thought popped into his mind and sent ice down his spine. ‘What if this was Balthazar’s plan from the very beginning? What if he was supposed to be raped and brutalized to death?’ Some part of him, a part not consumed by fear or lust, felt a great sadness.

Balthazar felt the human in his hold stiffen and smelt fear begin to seep out. At first he thought Johnny-Boy was scared of another round with him but then pale arms and legs unconsciously clutched him closer and he knew it wasn’t him. Looking around he noticed all the lust directed at the exorcist. He growled loud and low in his throat. They backed off immediately; they knew better than to ogle a high level Half-Demon’s belongings and they dared not anger him further. They reined in their lust and looked away; which made Constantine relax again in his arms. Never the less he did quicken his pace to the back room he had reserved.

Finally he reached the room. The shabby room came with one narrow bed, one table, one lamp, one chair and only one door in or out. After shutting the door he murmured a quick sealing spell on it and went the bed. He had been to the room earlier in the evening to set up, now all he had to do was get rid of the clothes and lock him into the handcuffs he had set up. Without losing body contact he gently settled them onto the bed and attacked with a focused vigor. He kissed, licked, caressed, nipped and scratched every new inch of skin he freed from Johnny-Boy’s jacket and shirt, but made sure to pay extra attention to the scars. He didn’t stop his assault until both of the pale one’s hands were cuffed to the headboard. That done he sat back and waited for the taller male to comeback to himself.

As he watched brown eyes slowly de-glaze he looked back on his days since their last meeting.

Last Monday he had been pissed to find three of his suits missing though he should have known the exorcist had a move like that in him; still he decided Johnny-Boy would pay for it.

Last Tuesday a craving for the lust smell had started but he ignored it assuming it would go away.

Last Wednesday the craving had not left and memories of the brunet’s tight ass plagued him to the point of arranging a fuck-fest with another high-level Half-Demon. His theory that it was just the fucking he missed was busted to hopeless tiny bits.

Thursday came and the craving was worse so he tried a mid level Half-Demon. He thought maybe the feeling of being more powerful would help. It hadn’t but maybe the gap in levels wasn’t large enough?

Friday he tried a low level Half-Demon but it did nothing to help the craving or the memories. Now he thought it wasn’t the power, maybe he needed something different from his species.

By Saturday he was so annoyed he tried an orgy with three Half-Angels, one from each level. This failure made him think it was the human element that was missing.

So on Sunday he first tried a pretty human woman, he only got as far as his hand in her. Though she came on his fingers and though he could smell the liquid it did nothing for him. He had remained un-aroused the whole time. The exact same had happened with the handsome human man he tried later that night. On both times with the humans he just couldn’t bring himself to want to fuck a human.

Monday was the day he realized it was Johnny-Boy or nothing and began planning.

By Tuesday the trap was set and he waited in the dingy club but Constantine was a no show.

Tonight he had almost called it a night when a familiar smell caught his attention. He almost didn’t approach as he was torn between pummeling him to paste for jacking his clothes and make him want the exorcist or fucking him right there on the dance floor so thoroughly that the taller male would forever be his willing wanton slave. Needless to say when he saw the brunet scoping out a very low level female Half-Demon he decided he could decide Johnny-Boy’s fate after he captured him.

A sharp knee jab to the back of his kidneys brought him back to the present. Eyes no longer glazed but enraged glared at him. Lust, fear, anger, hate, desire, anxiety and adrenaline were radiating off the human in waves. Balthazar took a deep breath and thought; ‘Ah, this is what I’ve been missing.’

“Balthazar You Asshole! Get me out of these handcuffs right now!”

A positively evil grin spread across his face. He would definitely go with the punishment first.