Light In The Dark
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1 through F › Constantine
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
7,388
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 6
Light in the Dark
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters or the actors, sadly.
Part 6
Of the things John Constantine does not like in this world Bally’s grin was near the top of his list. The look made him wonder: ‘Maybe the plan was for him to do me to death?’
He didn’t get a chance to think about this as a demonic hand made for his belt. A quick kick to the business Demon’s chest shoved him away. Rather than be pissed the Half-Breed looked slightly amused. The amusement continued as he kept trying to land a kick every time Balthazar advanced on him. Finally it climaxed when a kick came a centimeter away from the tan one’s face.
The exorcist was beyond surprised when all the reaction he got was a chuckle. His puzzlement over the other’s sudden lack of sanity was put on hold when the nutcase started undressing. This time a nude Hell spawn came after him and caught his ankles. The brunet’s eyes went wide; his left ankle was caught with both of the Half’s hands but his right ankle was held by… Bally’s Tail!
He had never seen it before. He’d seen other demonic tails but never the snob’s as he had a habit of keeping his long, pitch-black, fleshy, muscular, spade tipped tail retracted. How that happened he didn’t know nor want to know. All he cared about at the moment was getting free of it! He thrashed, squirmed and tried to kick but the demonic Jackass had a good grip and easily transferred his hold from tail to hand. While Balthazar’s hands held his legs the tail dug under the bed for something. It came back with another pair of handcuffs; which were swiftly locked around his ankles. Still he continued to struggle.
Instead of letting go the Half-Breed held on and maneuvered him to stretch out over the mattress. ‘So Bastard-zar wants it bondage style. Ha! That was not going to happen! The moment he tries to straddles my legs I’ll buck up and knee him in the balls!’
That plan was popped the instant he felt the chain between his feet be hooked to the floor. Fear that had been building flooded him as his pants and boxers were pulled down. To add insult to injury the bastard reached around to fondle him briefly. ‘Does this pervert really think I’ll get off being raped to death?’
Balthazar leaned over the captured males back to whisper in his ear. “You should be scared Johnny-Boy. You’ve been a bad boy. Stealing clothes is bad no matter the reason for it. Now let’s see how you do this time around.”
A completely new idea entered the taller male’s mind. “You wouldn’t!”
The demonic being chuckled cruelly. “Don’t scream, curse or beg for leniency. It would be both useless and unbecoming. For being a bad boy you’ll simply have to deal with it, Johnny-Boy. It would behoove you to behave like a good boy this time!”
Two demonic hands extended diabolically sharp nails from every digit then swooped down on him. The exorcist barely had time to glare before he felt it. He bit back any sound or curse. Oh dear god this was so embarrassing! He felt his face turn beet red. He would have preferred Bally do many other things than this!
As he watched the shredded pieces of his clothes take fight the exorcist could not help thinking the blond hell spawn was acting like a deranged house cat on speed! Just where the damn hell was it written on his clothes ‘tear me up like a curtain?’ Grrr! God damn this asshole all over again! This being the second time the business demon had done this a small part of his mind wondered if this wasn’t some new fetish he hadn’t heard about.
This was humiliating! Now what was he going to wear home? What the fuck could he tell Chas? Actually how, in the name of all the saints, was he supposed to get out of this demon pit while nude once this fucker was gone?
A howling laughter burst as the last stitch of his clothes was gone and just further pissed him off! “You asshole! Now what am I suppose to wear? I am going to deport your sorry hide in the most painful way I know how! You Half-Breed piece of chicken shit! Better than deport I’ll turn you into frigging ash! There won’t be anything left of you but a pile of dust! You hear me you stuck up, rotten, twisted Bastard?!” He shouted.
The human’s proclamations just made the Half-Breed laugh harder. Really, the brunet was this easy to piss off! On a whim, he stuck bout his demonic forked tongue and blew the other a raspberry!
The pale one stared for half a second before a mad twitch took over his right eye. What the fuck was that? Mocking him like some five-year-old human? He had to bite into his lower lip to keep from cursing the bastard out. It would just please the idiot further to see him agitated. Still he trembled with hostility.
Balthazar looked down at the shaking human beneath him. Well that was no fun if the younger was going to be quiet about it. Maybe he should have just beaten the crap out of him instead or spanked him like a child. Now that would have gotten the human rip roaring mad! …Awesome! He missed seeing the younger pissed off. Actually he just really liked seeing more vivacious side to John than the normal bored mask.
Hmm. Last Monday was not the first time a guest of any sort had stolen something from him, though it was the first time anyone had racked up a haul that expensive! $11,000 deserved a beating in his book! Eleven for eleven sounded about right to him. Especially since Balthazar normally would just kill whoever stole from him and be done with it. Yet somehow Johnny-Boy was different; he wasn’t someone you kill over clothes.
Constantine had been the first human in his house. This was his first time dealing with a human in this manner. Usually he stuck with manipulating them, using them, condemning them to hell, killing them or on the rare occasion eating them. In any case this was the first time he has to dish out revenge to a human while trying not to damage them. Since he did intend to get the sex soon, it would probably be smart to be delicate with him. …Nah! Where was the fun in that?
Leaning over the pale one he whispered, “You know, I don’t think we’re quite even yet. Now be a good boy and scream for me.” Without giving any more warning he grabbed the narrow hips, turned the other over and pinned him. Now with all that lovely flesh exposed to him, he rose his long tail high and brought it down in a mighty swing. His limb hit the mortal from the top of his shoulder to the bottom of his rear and made a glorious smacking sound.
John felt his eyes shoot open and his breath get taken away. That fucking HURT! Everywhere the wretched appendage had landed was on fire!
“11,000 dollars Johnny-Boy, that’s ten more to go!” The Half-Breed crowed.
In quick secession five more hits from the belt like tail came and it was all the brunet could do to stay silent. Already his jaw was aching from his teeth clenching so hard.
Balthazar paused to sniff the air. No arousal came from the human, only pain. Pity. He quite liked masochists. Oh well, might as well cut back some. The final five tail swacks were not as strong as the previous ones but with the eleventh smack the exorcist still yelled out for the first time.
Oh holy Hell and damnable Heaven his back and his butt hurt so much. From the pain he knew the flesh there had to be bright pink. Fuck. Even breathing hurt as it moved the skin.
Balthazar drove his fangs into his palm and instantly thick hot blood oozed up. As he looked down to the beaten backside he noticed something was different from last Monday. Deciding he would deal with it later he held out his hand and dropped droplets all over the tender flesh. At each flinch each droplet caused he knew he went far overboard. Gently as he could he spread the fluid all over. He started with the shoulders, moved to the mid-back and then to the round tush.
The smell of relief only came after all the liquid had been absorbed and the taller’s tone was its normal super pale color. (Really the mortal needed some sun!) Still he smelt pain and sniffing around brought him to notice first the human’s ankles then his wrists. With care he took off the ankle cuffs; when he did he saw that the brunet’s thighs and calves were still clenched. A similar story was with the wrists and arms. A small heat spell, a soft massage and a bite to his middle finger fixed all the physical problems.
Now all it there was left to deal with was the emotional side of one very pissed, (he could smell the anger coming off in continual waves) very violent exorcist, who was currently giving him the silent treatment. Great… That was worse than the mask of boredom. Silence meant that all emotion was there but that the brunet was unwilling to open up to him. Was unwilling to react to him; like he didn’t matter. Hmm. He could either dive in or see if he could wait it out but that would be boring for HIM.
“Johnny-Boy? I-” the rest of it was cut off by the younger spinning around and nailing him with a powerful upper cut to the jaw.
Constantine wasted no time in turning the older on his back and then climbing on top of him. What followed was an all out beat down by John and a badly done “Playing Possum” by Balthazar.
“You Asshole!” ((PUNCH!))
“OW!”
Okay. Maybe the boredom mask was a good thing after all.
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters or the actors, sadly.
Part 6
Of the things John Constantine does not like in this world Bally’s grin was near the top of his list. The look made him wonder: ‘Maybe the plan was for him to do me to death?’
He didn’t get a chance to think about this as a demonic hand made for his belt. A quick kick to the business Demon’s chest shoved him away. Rather than be pissed the Half-Breed looked slightly amused. The amusement continued as he kept trying to land a kick every time Balthazar advanced on him. Finally it climaxed when a kick came a centimeter away from the tan one’s face.
The exorcist was beyond surprised when all the reaction he got was a chuckle. His puzzlement over the other’s sudden lack of sanity was put on hold when the nutcase started undressing. This time a nude Hell spawn came after him and caught his ankles. The brunet’s eyes went wide; his left ankle was caught with both of the Half’s hands but his right ankle was held by… Bally’s Tail!
He had never seen it before. He’d seen other demonic tails but never the snob’s as he had a habit of keeping his long, pitch-black, fleshy, muscular, spade tipped tail retracted. How that happened he didn’t know nor want to know. All he cared about at the moment was getting free of it! He thrashed, squirmed and tried to kick but the demonic Jackass had a good grip and easily transferred his hold from tail to hand. While Balthazar’s hands held his legs the tail dug under the bed for something. It came back with another pair of handcuffs; which were swiftly locked around his ankles. Still he continued to struggle.
Instead of letting go the Half-Breed held on and maneuvered him to stretch out over the mattress. ‘So Bastard-zar wants it bondage style. Ha! That was not going to happen! The moment he tries to straddles my legs I’ll buck up and knee him in the balls!’
That plan was popped the instant he felt the chain between his feet be hooked to the floor. Fear that had been building flooded him as his pants and boxers were pulled down. To add insult to injury the bastard reached around to fondle him briefly. ‘Does this pervert really think I’ll get off being raped to death?’
Balthazar leaned over the captured males back to whisper in his ear. “You should be scared Johnny-Boy. You’ve been a bad boy. Stealing clothes is bad no matter the reason for it. Now let’s see how you do this time around.”
A completely new idea entered the taller male’s mind. “You wouldn’t!”
The demonic being chuckled cruelly. “Don’t scream, curse or beg for leniency. It would be both useless and unbecoming. For being a bad boy you’ll simply have to deal with it, Johnny-Boy. It would behoove you to behave like a good boy this time!”
Two demonic hands extended diabolically sharp nails from every digit then swooped down on him. The exorcist barely had time to glare before he felt it. He bit back any sound or curse. Oh dear god this was so embarrassing! He felt his face turn beet red. He would have preferred Bally do many other things than this!
As he watched the shredded pieces of his clothes take fight the exorcist could not help thinking the blond hell spawn was acting like a deranged house cat on speed! Just where the damn hell was it written on his clothes ‘tear me up like a curtain?’ Grrr! God damn this asshole all over again! This being the second time the business demon had done this a small part of his mind wondered if this wasn’t some new fetish he hadn’t heard about.
This was humiliating! Now what was he going to wear home? What the fuck could he tell Chas? Actually how, in the name of all the saints, was he supposed to get out of this demon pit while nude once this fucker was gone?
A howling laughter burst as the last stitch of his clothes was gone and just further pissed him off! “You asshole! Now what am I suppose to wear? I am going to deport your sorry hide in the most painful way I know how! You Half-Breed piece of chicken shit! Better than deport I’ll turn you into frigging ash! There won’t be anything left of you but a pile of dust! You hear me you stuck up, rotten, twisted Bastard?!” He shouted.
The human’s proclamations just made the Half-Breed laugh harder. Really, the brunet was this easy to piss off! On a whim, he stuck bout his demonic forked tongue and blew the other a raspberry!
The pale one stared for half a second before a mad twitch took over his right eye. What the fuck was that? Mocking him like some five-year-old human? He had to bite into his lower lip to keep from cursing the bastard out. It would just please the idiot further to see him agitated. Still he trembled with hostility.
Balthazar looked down at the shaking human beneath him. Well that was no fun if the younger was going to be quiet about it. Maybe he should have just beaten the crap out of him instead or spanked him like a child. Now that would have gotten the human rip roaring mad! …Awesome! He missed seeing the younger pissed off. Actually he just really liked seeing more vivacious side to John than the normal bored mask.
Hmm. Last Monday was not the first time a guest of any sort had stolen something from him, though it was the first time anyone had racked up a haul that expensive! $11,000 deserved a beating in his book! Eleven for eleven sounded about right to him. Especially since Balthazar normally would just kill whoever stole from him and be done with it. Yet somehow Johnny-Boy was different; he wasn’t someone you kill over clothes.
Constantine had been the first human in his house. This was his first time dealing with a human in this manner. Usually he stuck with manipulating them, using them, condemning them to hell, killing them or on the rare occasion eating them. In any case this was the first time he has to dish out revenge to a human while trying not to damage them. Since he did intend to get the sex soon, it would probably be smart to be delicate with him. …Nah! Where was the fun in that?
Leaning over the pale one he whispered, “You know, I don’t think we’re quite even yet. Now be a good boy and scream for me.” Without giving any more warning he grabbed the narrow hips, turned the other over and pinned him. Now with all that lovely flesh exposed to him, he rose his long tail high and brought it down in a mighty swing. His limb hit the mortal from the top of his shoulder to the bottom of his rear and made a glorious smacking sound.
John felt his eyes shoot open and his breath get taken away. That fucking HURT! Everywhere the wretched appendage had landed was on fire!
“11,000 dollars Johnny-Boy, that’s ten more to go!” The Half-Breed crowed.
In quick secession five more hits from the belt like tail came and it was all the brunet could do to stay silent. Already his jaw was aching from his teeth clenching so hard.
Balthazar paused to sniff the air. No arousal came from the human, only pain. Pity. He quite liked masochists. Oh well, might as well cut back some. The final five tail swacks were not as strong as the previous ones but with the eleventh smack the exorcist still yelled out for the first time.
Oh holy Hell and damnable Heaven his back and his butt hurt so much. From the pain he knew the flesh there had to be bright pink. Fuck. Even breathing hurt as it moved the skin.
Balthazar drove his fangs into his palm and instantly thick hot blood oozed up. As he looked down to the beaten backside he noticed something was different from last Monday. Deciding he would deal with it later he held out his hand and dropped droplets all over the tender flesh. At each flinch each droplet caused he knew he went far overboard. Gently as he could he spread the fluid all over. He started with the shoulders, moved to the mid-back and then to the round tush.
The smell of relief only came after all the liquid had been absorbed and the taller’s tone was its normal super pale color. (Really the mortal needed some sun!) Still he smelt pain and sniffing around brought him to notice first the human’s ankles then his wrists. With care he took off the ankle cuffs; when he did he saw that the brunet’s thighs and calves were still clenched. A similar story was with the wrists and arms. A small heat spell, a soft massage and a bite to his middle finger fixed all the physical problems.
Now all it there was left to deal with was the emotional side of one very pissed, (he could smell the anger coming off in continual waves) very violent exorcist, who was currently giving him the silent treatment. Great… That was worse than the mask of boredom. Silence meant that all emotion was there but that the brunet was unwilling to open up to him. Was unwilling to react to him; like he didn’t matter. Hmm. He could either dive in or see if he could wait it out but that would be boring for HIM.
“Johnny-Boy? I-” the rest of it was cut off by the younger spinning around and nailing him with a powerful upper cut to the jaw.
Constantine wasted no time in turning the older on his back and then climbing on top of him. What followed was an all out beat down by John and a badly done “Playing Possum” by Balthazar.
“You Asshole!” ((PUNCH!))
“OW!”
Okay. Maybe the boredom mask was a good thing after all.