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Adult +
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5
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12
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Notes: A little more sexy demon tail in here for Jennalyn and LadyCastiel. Final chapter, enjoy!
Per Aspera ad Astra
Chapter 5
“I need something, Johnny.” Balthazar murmured, sitting up in bed after his shower and massaging his still tender shoulder, bare chest showing the thin, silvery lines of his almost-healed scars.
“If it's human flesh you can forget it.” Constantine frowned, trying to sound serious. Balthazar smirked, looking more and more like his slick old self every day. John couldn't remember being so relieved since he'd stopped Mammon coming through.
“Not quite, Johnny-boy.” The demon purred, rolling his shoulder and groaning at the ache of healing – not an entirely bad sensation. “I'm almost good as new.” He stated.
“Demonic healing, lucky you.” Constantine commented, trying not to give away the sliver of arousal Balthazar's wanton groan had sent through him.
“Only almost, Johnny. I can still... feel him. Inside me.” The halfbreed claimed, shivering and looking up at John with his burning eyes. “If you fucked me, you'd be the last person to touch me. It would be you I'd feel on my skin when I closed my eyes.” Balthazar said quietly, flickering his forked tongue out to wet his lips.
“Are you serious?” Constantine asked, frowning. He didn't think that was how most people dealt with rape. However, Balthazar never was normal, not even for a halfbreed. The thought of fucking the devil out of him wasn't unattractive, either.
“Perfectly.” Balthazar replied, crawling forward on the bed, letting the sheets fall to leave him naked, tail trailing behind him. “I can smell your lust whenever you touch me, you can't pretend you're not attracted to me. You don't have to promise me anything afterwards, Johnny, just make me forget a little.”
Constantine hesitated a moment longer, but when Balthazar took one of his hands and licked his index finger with that snake-like tongue, the exorcist gave in. If this was what the halfbreed really wanted, he was definitely pleased to be of service.
Grasping Balthazar's chin, John pulled him closer and brushed their lips together lightly, once, before drawing back slightly. Electricity had jolted through him from just that one, simple touch and he drove back in, crushing their lips together in a more forceful kiss. Balthazar opened easily to him and knelt before where he sat, tanned hands running through John's hair and his slender tail snaking around to set to work on Constantine's shirt buttons.
“Ah, Johnny...” Balthazar gasped as John's hands roamed his body, firmly squeezing the perfect cheeks of his ass and pulling him forward until John could kiss his collarbone. “You don't have to be gentle with me, Johnny, you know me too well...”
Heeding the halfbreed's advice, Constantine bit down on the sensitive skin of Balthazar's arched throat, almost to the point of drawing blood. The demon moaned, not resisting as he was manhandled onto Constantine's lap. The tail was still making itself useful, finishing John's shirt buttons and travelling downward to his zipper. Balthazar ran his hands beneath Constantine's open shirt, sliding it off his pale shoulders and pressing their chests together as he leaned in for another kiss. He couldn't help but gasp into it when Constantine ground up into him, one hand in his hair and the other on his hip, guiding his movements.
“Wanted you for so fucking long...” Constantine growled possessively, losing himself in the tanned skin and burning eyes of his own personal demon. The week he'd spent with the demon in his apartment, at his fingertips, had only proved to reinforce what he'd known since they first met. He wanted the halfbreed in every way possible.
Balthazar writhed on his lap, panting and pressing a kiss to the skin beneath John's ear, forked tongue making its presence known again.
“You didn't have to wait so long,” Balthazar breathed, gasping a moment later as he found himself moved and pressed down into the sheets while John stripped.
“How do you want this?” Constantine asked, pausing for a moment just to drink in the sight of Balthazar laying on the sheets, rock hard, eyes and tanned skin glowing in the dim light.
“However you want me, Johnny. Tell me what you like.” Balthazar purred, propping himself up on his elbows so that he could see the naked exorcist, who rifled through a drawer of the night stand for lube and then moved to sit on the end of the bed.
“Give me that tail of yours.” John ordered, grasping the snake-like appendage as it slithered his way. Balthazar gasped at the touch, watching with wide, lust-glazed eyes as Constantine opened the lube and poured a liberal amount onto the fleshy, spade-shaped head. He spread it a little with his thumb, enjoying playing with it, then smirked and let it go. “How about you get yourself ready for me?”
Balthazar shivered, curling his tail and laying back, spreading his golden thighs. He could feel Constantine's eyes on him even as his own slid closed, the tip of his tail gently circling at his entrance. With a deep breath, Balthazar allowed it to slowly begin pushing inside, still circling a little to stretch the way. He couldn't help but bite his lip and breathe heavily, giving a shuddered moan when the spade slid all the way inside him.
“Turn over.” Constantine ordered, his own voice taking on a breathless edge as he watched Balthazar obey, turning onto his chest and raising up onto all fours. The tail plunged deep into him and he gave a weak cry, hanging his head and gasping at each slithered movement.
“Johnny, please...” The demon moaned, hips moving in time with the thrusts of his tail and his hands curled to claws in the sheets. Constantine crawled closer, wrapping his fist around the base of Balthazar's tail where it met his body and squeezing lightly. A shudder ran through the panting halfbreed, who whimpered and spread his thighs a little, opening his now brightly glowing eyes.
Running his fist down Balthazar's tail, John gently slid it out of his trembling body, watching it curl around one thigh and down to rest on the bed as he let it go. The halfbreed made a sound of protest at the lack of touch, but there was barely a moment to complain as John knelt behind him and grasped his hips. A strained groan was forced from the demon's lips as Constantine lined up and began to slowly press into him, sliding fully inside the halfbreed's body in one long, slow movement.
Once he was buried deep inside Balthazar, Constantine gave the demon a moment to adjust to him, savouring the tight heat of his lover's body. He could almost feel the hellfire, it was ecstasy.
“Mmmh, Johnny, I think you're a perfect fit.” Balthazar moaned, rocking his hips and giving a wicked little purr. Constantine took the hint and took a firm hold on the demon's waist, drawing out and then plunging back in with a smooth rhythm that soon had Balthazar crying out. The angle was enough to press against his prostate with each thrust, making his body twitch and shudder. He pushed back into each stroke as best he could, his tail waking up and wrapping around his cock, coiling around it to squeeze and slither in all the right places. The demon's arms could no longer hold him up and he collapsed with his chest to the bed, hips still angled up and Constantine guiding them with hands at his waist.
“Johnny, Johnny...!” Balthazar gasped raggedly, his cries taking on a desperate edge, clinging to the sheets as though his life depended on it. Hearing his name spilling like a mantra from Balthazar's lips had Constantine slamming harder into the demon, determined to see him come before he let go himself. It wasn't long before his wish was granted, the demon shrieking and arching his spine like an animal, tail milking every last drop from his shuddering body. The thing that finally sent Constantine over the edge was the sight of a panting Balthazar raising his tail to his lips, flicking his forked tongue out to lap delicately at the liquid coating it like some demonic feline. Snarling the halfbreed's name, John came, making Balthazar moan at the rush of warmth inside his sated body.
XxXxX
It was the early hours of the morning before Balthazar awoke, curled against John's chest with his tail draped over the exorcist's hip. He lay still and tried to simply breathe in the scent of John Constantine, surprised when the arms around him tightened a little. He hadn't realised that the exorcist was awake.
“Morning.” Constantine mumbled, his voice rough from sleep. Balthazar fit perfectly against him, breath warm against his chest and glowing eyes looking up into his own in the darkness.
“You're good at that, Johnny. I shouldn't be surprised.” Balthazar purred, trying to sound casual even as a trickle of apprehension made its way down his spine. He knew what would come next. “Are you going to let me get a little more sleep before you kick me out?” He asked, trying to sound flippant about it. He was surprised once again when Constantine's warm arms refused to relinquish their hold on him, the human closing his own eyes and pulling the sheets up around them.
“You're not fucking going anywhere. Go back to sleep.” He muttered.
“If you say so, Johnny-boy.” Balthazar replied quietly, barely keeping the smile out of his voice. Far too sentimental for a demon, he thought, but the smile was still there as he closed his eyes.
End.
There, got that out of my system. The ones with plots will be updated soon.
Per Aspera ad Astra
Chapter 5
“I need something, Johnny.” Balthazar murmured, sitting up in bed after his shower and massaging his still tender shoulder, bare chest showing the thin, silvery lines of his almost-healed scars.
“If it's human flesh you can forget it.” Constantine frowned, trying to sound serious. Balthazar smirked, looking more and more like his slick old self every day. John couldn't remember being so relieved since he'd stopped Mammon coming through.
“Not quite, Johnny-boy.” The demon purred, rolling his shoulder and groaning at the ache of healing – not an entirely bad sensation. “I'm almost good as new.” He stated.
“Demonic healing, lucky you.” Constantine commented, trying not to give away the sliver of arousal Balthazar's wanton groan had sent through him.
“Only almost, Johnny. I can still... feel him. Inside me.” The halfbreed claimed, shivering and looking up at John with his burning eyes. “If you fucked me, you'd be the last person to touch me. It would be you I'd feel on my skin when I closed my eyes.” Balthazar said quietly, flickering his forked tongue out to wet his lips.
“Are you serious?” Constantine asked, frowning. He didn't think that was how most people dealt with rape. However, Balthazar never was normal, not even for a halfbreed. The thought of fucking the devil out of him wasn't unattractive, either.
“Perfectly.” Balthazar replied, crawling forward on the bed, letting the sheets fall to leave him naked, tail trailing behind him. “I can smell your lust whenever you touch me, you can't pretend you're not attracted to me. You don't have to promise me anything afterwards, Johnny, just make me forget a little.”
Constantine hesitated a moment longer, but when Balthazar took one of his hands and licked his index finger with that snake-like tongue, the exorcist gave in. If this was what the halfbreed really wanted, he was definitely pleased to be of service.
Grasping Balthazar's chin, John pulled him closer and brushed their lips together lightly, once, before drawing back slightly. Electricity had jolted through him from just that one, simple touch and he drove back in, crushing their lips together in a more forceful kiss. Balthazar opened easily to him and knelt before where he sat, tanned hands running through John's hair and his slender tail snaking around to set to work on Constantine's shirt buttons.
“Ah, Johnny...” Balthazar gasped as John's hands roamed his body, firmly squeezing the perfect cheeks of his ass and pulling him forward until John could kiss his collarbone. “You don't have to be gentle with me, Johnny, you know me too well...”
Heeding the halfbreed's advice, Constantine bit down on the sensitive skin of Balthazar's arched throat, almost to the point of drawing blood. The demon moaned, not resisting as he was manhandled onto Constantine's lap. The tail was still making itself useful, finishing John's shirt buttons and travelling downward to his zipper. Balthazar ran his hands beneath Constantine's open shirt, sliding it off his pale shoulders and pressing their chests together as he leaned in for another kiss. He couldn't help but gasp into it when Constantine ground up into him, one hand in his hair and the other on his hip, guiding his movements.
“Wanted you for so fucking long...” Constantine growled possessively, losing himself in the tanned skin and burning eyes of his own personal demon. The week he'd spent with the demon in his apartment, at his fingertips, had only proved to reinforce what he'd known since they first met. He wanted the halfbreed in every way possible.
Balthazar writhed on his lap, panting and pressing a kiss to the skin beneath John's ear, forked tongue making its presence known again.
“You didn't have to wait so long,” Balthazar breathed, gasping a moment later as he found himself moved and pressed down into the sheets while John stripped.
“How do you want this?” Constantine asked, pausing for a moment just to drink in the sight of Balthazar laying on the sheets, rock hard, eyes and tanned skin glowing in the dim light.
“However you want me, Johnny. Tell me what you like.” Balthazar purred, propping himself up on his elbows so that he could see the naked exorcist, who rifled through a drawer of the night stand for lube and then moved to sit on the end of the bed.
“Give me that tail of yours.” John ordered, grasping the snake-like appendage as it slithered his way. Balthazar gasped at the touch, watching with wide, lust-glazed eyes as Constantine opened the lube and poured a liberal amount onto the fleshy, spade-shaped head. He spread it a little with his thumb, enjoying playing with it, then smirked and let it go. “How about you get yourself ready for me?”
Balthazar shivered, curling his tail and laying back, spreading his golden thighs. He could feel Constantine's eyes on him even as his own slid closed, the tip of his tail gently circling at his entrance. With a deep breath, Balthazar allowed it to slowly begin pushing inside, still circling a little to stretch the way. He couldn't help but bite his lip and breathe heavily, giving a shuddered moan when the spade slid all the way inside him.
“Turn over.” Constantine ordered, his own voice taking on a breathless edge as he watched Balthazar obey, turning onto his chest and raising up onto all fours. The tail plunged deep into him and he gave a weak cry, hanging his head and gasping at each slithered movement.
“Johnny, please...” The demon moaned, hips moving in time with the thrusts of his tail and his hands curled to claws in the sheets. Constantine crawled closer, wrapping his fist around the base of Balthazar's tail where it met his body and squeezing lightly. A shudder ran through the panting halfbreed, who whimpered and spread his thighs a little, opening his now brightly glowing eyes.
Running his fist down Balthazar's tail, John gently slid it out of his trembling body, watching it curl around one thigh and down to rest on the bed as he let it go. The halfbreed made a sound of protest at the lack of touch, but there was barely a moment to complain as John knelt behind him and grasped his hips. A strained groan was forced from the demon's lips as Constantine lined up and began to slowly press into him, sliding fully inside the halfbreed's body in one long, slow movement.
Once he was buried deep inside Balthazar, Constantine gave the demon a moment to adjust to him, savouring the tight heat of his lover's body. He could almost feel the hellfire, it was ecstasy.
“Mmmh, Johnny, I think you're a perfect fit.” Balthazar moaned, rocking his hips and giving a wicked little purr. Constantine took the hint and took a firm hold on the demon's waist, drawing out and then plunging back in with a smooth rhythm that soon had Balthazar crying out. The angle was enough to press against his prostate with each thrust, making his body twitch and shudder. He pushed back into each stroke as best he could, his tail waking up and wrapping around his cock, coiling around it to squeeze and slither in all the right places. The demon's arms could no longer hold him up and he collapsed with his chest to the bed, hips still angled up and Constantine guiding them with hands at his waist.
“Johnny, Johnny...!” Balthazar gasped raggedly, his cries taking on a desperate edge, clinging to the sheets as though his life depended on it. Hearing his name spilling like a mantra from Balthazar's lips had Constantine slamming harder into the demon, determined to see him come before he let go himself. It wasn't long before his wish was granted, the demon shrieking and arching his spine like an animal, tail milking every last drop from his shuddering body. The thing that finally sent Constantine over the edge was the sight of a panting Balthazar raising his tail to his lips, flicking his forked tongue out to lap delicately at the liquid coating it like some demonic feline. Snarling the halfbreed's name, John came, making Balthazar moan at the rush of warmth inside his sated body.
XxXxX
It was the early hours of the morning before Balthazar awoke, curled against John's chest with his tail draped over the exorcist's hip. He lay still and tried to simply breathe in the scent of John Constantine, surprised when the arms around him tightened a little. He hadn't realised that the exorcist was awake.
“Morning.” Constantine mumbled, his voice rough from sleep. Balthazar fit perfectly against him, breath warm against his chest and glowing eyes looking up into his own in the darkness.
“You're good at that, Johnny. I shouldn't be surprised.” Balthazar purred, trying to sound casual even as a trickle of apprehension made its way down his spine. He knew what would come next. “Are you going to let me get a little more sleep before you kick me out?” He asked, trying to sound flippant about it. He was surprised once again when Constantine's warm arms refused to relinquish their hold on him, the human closing his own eyes and pulling the sheets up around them.
“You're not fucking going anywhere. Go back to sleep.” He muttered.
“If you say so, Johnny-boy.” Balthazar replied quietly, barely keeping the smile out of his voice. Far too sentimental for a demon, he thought, but the smile was still there as he closed his eyes.
End.
There, got that out of my system. The ones with plots will be updated soon.