Carpe Diem Baby

Notes: This is the next day, in case the beginning was slightly confusing. This has officially become a huge angst-fest. Enjoy!

Extra Note: Sorry for my absence the last week, it's election time in sunny Britain and apparently I'm morally obligated to help out or something. Meh. Found out I share my birthday with Constantine though, so that's pretty cool.

Carpe Diem Baby
Chapter 5

Balthazar had been trying to just do as Johnny asked and endure his punishment until it was over, but somewhere along the line he'd done something wrong. He didn't know what it was, but Constantine had woken him up by kicking him in the stomach, snarling his name.

“Get up.” The exorcist ordered, watching with angry eyes as the demon struggled to his feet, catching himself before he could fall to his knees again. He was breathing heavily, the breath knocked out of him from the swift kick he'd received, and he stumbled unsteadily as Constantine shoved him against the wall of the bedroom.

Once he'd managed to pull himself together enough to care about his surroundings, Balthazar noticed the coil of rope on the bed and the hook now jutting out of the wall inches from the ceiling, wondering what punishment he'd somehow earned this time.

“Give me your hands.” John ordered, frowning further when the demon simply held his wrists out in front of himself obediently, shadowed eyes lowered. Grasping the half-breed's bruised wrists, Constantine picked up the length of rope and tied them together firmly, pulling tightly and watching the wince of pain that passed across Balthazar's face.

“You seem to be in a bad mood today, Johnny.” Balthazar said quietly, failing at forcing his usual mocking tones. Constantine shoved him against the wall, knocking the breath out of him again and tossing the length of rope attached to his wrists up around the hook in the wall. Balthazar gave a murmur of pain as the exorcist pulled the rope taut slowly, forcing the demon's arms above his head. Every bruise on the half-breed's body throbbed at him as he was forced up onto the tips of his toes, gasping and clenching his teeth in pain. John tied the rope to one of the bedposts and stood back, surveying his handiwork.

“Unh...You-you must have been a boyscout, Johnny...” Balthazar said, looking at the exorcist through softly glowing eyes. Unable to bear having the demon looking at him with the pain clear in his eyes after what he'd heard the previous night, Constantine rifled through the drawer and came back with one of his black ties, blindfolding the shivering demon with it.

“Shut the fuck up, Balthazar.” John warned, and the demon's perfect lips twisted into a devilish little smile.

“Or you'll torture me, Johnny? You're already going to hurt me until I'm screaming out your name.” The halfbreed said, almost past the point of caring. He earned himself a sharp slap but he barely felt it, letting his head fall back against the wall.

“I said shut up.” The exorcist snarled in a low voice, hating the fact that he knew Balthazar loved him. He didn't know how to feel about it and it made him angry, wanting to hurt the demon because he was sure it must be some sort of trick. Kneeling down, he dragged a box out from beneath the bed and forced Balthazar's legs apart, hearing him give a sharp intake of breath. Inside the box was a vibrator and John lubed it up, granting the trembling demon that small mercy at least. He took a moment to tie Balthazar's bruised tail to one of his legs and then went to work, narrowing his dark eyes.

“Wh-what are you-?” Balthazar began, cut off with a startled cry when he felt something smooth and long pressed up between his thighs and into him, pushed in so far that he saw stars behind his blindfold. “Nngh...Fffuck...” He groaned achingly, arching his body and feeling his breath come out in hitching gasps. A strap was buckled tightly to keep the toy in place and then Constantine stood up, taking Balthazar's chin in one hand and forcing the blindfolded demon to face him, eyes fixed on that luscious mouth. The demon licked his parted lips and gave a little gasp as he felt John move closer, pressing his body against the cold wall behind him.

“Johnny...” Balthazar breathed, an instant before Constantine's lips covered his, the exorcist kissing him so deeply that his heart ached. It was so much like a lover's kiss and he was glad of the blindfold so that Constantine would never see the stinging tears he blinked back. Instead he opened for John's tongue, laying himself bare for the exorcist and letting him take anything he wanted. It was so good in the midst of so much pain that he couldn't help but give a soft sigh of pleasure, wishing he could have wrapped his arms around Johnny's shoulders and kissed him back properly.

At Balthazar's soft sounds of pleasure Constantine forced himself to pull back slowly, collecting his thoughts. He hadn't even meant to kiss the halfbreed, his lips had just been too tempting and had drawn him in before he knew what he was doing. Annoyed more at himself than Balthazar, Constantine growled angrily and stepped back.

“You're a fucking slut, Balthazar.” John hissed, “Say it.”

Balthazar closed his eyes behind the blindfold, reminding himself once more that he was a demon, he was cruel and proud and he could never be saved. He had to act his part.

“Why don't you make me, Johnny?” The halfbreed replied, hearing the ominous sound of Constantine's low laugh.

“You fucking asked for it, halfbreed.” He said, slipping a hand between Balthazar's thighs. The demon swallowed thickly and turned his head away to one side, giving a shaky breath. He didn't understand what Constantine was doing until the exorcist's questing fingertips found the on switch for the vibrator. A low, deep buzz started up inside Balthazar and the demon gave a breathy cry, his head falling back and his lips parted in gasps of pleasure. He wasn't expecting it, having become used to one agony after another at John's hands.

“Nnh, Johnny... that feels so good...” The halfbreed moaned, shivering in delight when John pressed up against him again and wrapped a cool hand around his cock. The demon didn't understand what was going on but his mind was a haze of pleasure and he couldn't make himself care, John's free hand mapping every inch of his skin from the twitching muscles of his slim stomach up to his ribs and chest, teasing over his nipples lightly. Warm lips pressed to his throat and nipped gently, Constantine once again unable to help himself.

“Ahn, yes...J-just there...” Balthazar moaned desperately, feeling the coiling pleasure building inside him. He panted roughly, turning his head to expose more of his throat to Constantine's lips and whimpering when the exorcist slid his hand around Balthazar's hip, moving down to press and knead at his ass. One fingertip finding the exposed end of the vibrator, John pressed it in further and toyed with it, listening to Balthazar's wanton moans become more frantic.

“Say please.” He demanded, trying to convince himself that this really was part of the demon's punishment. Balthazar gave a choked little cry, teetering on the edge of orgasm.

“P-please, please, please... Oh god, Oh please!” The demon cried, lost in the feeling of Constantine's hands on him, making him feel good, making him forget everything for just a few minutes. A firm push on the tip of the vibrator and a few quick strokes were enough to finish Balthazar and he came with a cry of John's name, his voice breaking. The exorcist pressed a hand to his stomach, feeling the rippling pleasure of the demon's orgasm shuddering through him and watching Balthazar throw his head back, moaning with each aftershock that tore through him.

“I have a job now. Don't worry though, I'm sure the battery won't last forever. I'll be back in a few hours.” John's voice reached Balthazar through the haze of his pleasure, the aftershocks of his orgasm sharpened by the toy still vibrating inside him.

“You can't... you can't leave me like this, Johnny,” the halfbreed managed to moan, his legs already beginning to ache and come dripping down his golden thighs.

“Yes I can.” John said simply, ignoring Balthazar's soft whimper as the toy buzzed inside him. The exorcist turned and walked out instead, lighting a cigarette and trying to clear the images and sounds of Balthazar coming from his mind. He had work to do, after all.

XxXxX

Chas appeared in the bedroom half an hour after John had left the apartment, staring with wide eyes at the writhing demon chained up against the wall. Balthazar was naked and breathing heavily, forced to stand on tiptoes by the way he was tied, legs spread and aching. A vibrator was buzzing between his thighs, strapped in place, and his eyes were covered by a blindfold.

“I-I know you're there, angel.” Balthazar breathed, shuddering. Chas tried to keep his eyes from wandering, failing miserably.

“I...uh, I came to see if you've thought about our offer.” The angel said, tripping over his words a little. Even in his wildest fantasies he'd never seen anything that looked as fuckable as Balthazar did, and he knew that he shouldn't have been thinking such things. It was hard not to with the demon tied up and biting back desperate little moans in front of him.

“Y-you know my answer...” Balthazar managed, telling himself he deserved it. He HAD to deserve it. “Leave... This... this is nothing an angel should see...”

“Why? Why do you want to be wicked so bad, huh?” Chas demanded, annoyed. He couldn't understand why Balthazar insisted on refusing their offer.

“...I am a demon. I-I deserve this... Everything I've done...N-need to be... to be...Ahh, I c-can't...” Balthazar moaned, turning his head to the side and gasping against his arm. He couldn't think straight, the vibrations against his throbbing prostate close to drawing a second orgasm from him. Chas could tell and stood up, stepping closer.

“Do you want me to...to help you?” The angel asked uncertainly, seeing the desperate way Balthazar was biting his lip, his golden skin glistening with sweat.

The demon shook his head, beyond being able to speak. All he could do was rock his hips helplessly, crying out through his teeth.

“The offer still stands, Balthazar.” Chas said in parting, taking a step back and giving the demon one last glance before vanishing upward again. Balthazar felt him leave and let go, submitting to his second orgasm of the night with a tight groan and a bone deep shudder, struggling not to collapse in the ropes that held him.

XxXxX

Constantine returned a few hours later, locking up the apartment behind him and listening for any sound from the bedroom as he put away the relics he'd been using. A soft, hitching panting was all he could hear and he wondered if – just maybe – he was treating the halfbreed too badly. Balthazar was a demon though, he deserved everything he was getting.

It had been satisfying to wipe the smug smirk off his face, at first. Then, after he'd used that charm and heard the half-breed's confession things had begun to change. He'd been angry, assuming Balthazar was screwing with him somehow, and he'd wanted to hurt the demon even more.

The initial rage was beginning to wear off now, though, and Constantine was trying not to think about what it meant if Balthazar had been telling the truth. What kind of asshole did that make him?

XxXxX

Constantine could see how much Balthazar was shaking even from his spot over in the doorway. The demon was breathing raggedly in pain, struggling to stay on his tiptoes. From the dark bruising at his wrists John guessed he'd passed out at some point and collapsed in the chains. The half-breed's head was bowed and his hair was damp with sweat, legs trembling as he struggled to stay upright.

“Ready to come down, Bally?” John asked, sneering the pet name he'd chosen for his captive. Balthazar raised his head weakly, tears streaking down his cheeks from under the blindfold as the exorcist approached him.

“It hurts, Johnny...” Was all the halfbreed could manage to whimper, as Constantine took pity on him, untying the rope that held him up.

Without a sound Balthazar collapsed, Constantine catching him before his knees could hit the floor. Exhausted, the demon buried his head against John's shoulder and sobbed silently, knowing he'd just about reached the end of what he could endure. He could barely understand what was happening, whether the physical or emotional pain was worse. He just wanted to sleep, at least until he stopped caring about anything. Maybe forever.

“No smart comments for me?” Constantine asked, without the venom he'd been trying for. Something hurt inside him at seeing Balthazar so broken, but he wouldn't let it out.

“You... you took your time...” Balthazar whispered weakly, “Must be... losing your touch.” He tried, vainly, to claw back anything of his attitude, anything of the arrogance he'd cultivated.

“Har, har.” Constantine muttered, wondering how the halfbreed managed to be a smart-ass even on the verge of passing out.

Laying Balthazar down on the rumpled sheets of the bed, Constantine untied the demon's tail as the halfbreed lay still, trying not to move his arms or legs. His muscles were on fire and he kept his eyes firmly squeezed shut as the blindfold was removed, tear tracks staining his cheeks and a look of pain on his face. He didn't want to see anything, especially the smile he expected to find on John's face or the hate in his eyes. Just breathing was painful enough already.

“Maybe I'll just leave this in.” John smirked, parting Balthazar's aching thighs and tapping the end of the still vibrator that was strapped inside him. The demon choked out an agonized groan, no energy left to scream. He could barely process the pain of having it left in so long, it had continued to buzz inside him even after he couldn't come any more and any traces of pleasure had vanished. It hurt in ways he hadn't even known he could be hurt.

“Please, please Johnny, t-take it out, please-!” The demon begged, hitching sobs through clenched teeth. Blood was roaring in his ears and he couldn't think through the haze of red pain, shaking helplessly and praying to anything that would listen for it all just to be over.

“Are you sure? You do deserve this, after all.” Constantine reminded. This time he touched two fingertips to the end of the vibrator and pressed a little harder, not expecting the reaction it caused.

Balthazar did scream this time. It was a primal sound, ripped ragged from his throat and full of pain. His eyes flew open, glowing desperately, and his tail whipped up to catch John's wrist.

“WHY WON'T YOU JUST KILL ME?” The demon shrieked, gasping and sobbing, surging up to clutch at John's shirt. “G-give me back to Lucifer and let him end me, please Johnny, I know you want to, I know you can...” Balthazar pleaded deliriously. “Y-you could do it yourself, I know you must have something that'll make it permanent. Please just... just do it, I deserve it, I deserve it...” The halfbreed broke down, his hands falling away from John to cover his face as he choked out each painful sob.

Shocked, Constantine stared down at the demon for a long moment before moving.

“I deserve it, Johnny...” Balthazar was still sobbing brokenly as Constantine unbuckled the thin leather straps holding the vibrator in place. Drawing it slowly out of the halfbreed and earning another weaker, agonized scream, John tossed it away, covered the trembling creature with a blanket and left the room quickly.

TBC

I think the next chapter will probably be the last one. As ever, reviews are greatly appreciated. Sorry I made you tear up last chapter, Cactus. Ehh... If it's any consolation, the next one is probably going to be a lot worse than that one was.