Light In The Dark

Light in the Dark
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters or the actors, sadly.
Part 7
After the third hit to the face the business demon threw his arms over his face and tried to talk with the enraged exorcist

“Okay so may –Oof!– be I –Ow!– went too fa –Ah!– far!”

“It’s not,” ((PUNCH!)), “about too,”((HIT!)), “far!”

“Then –Ack!– what is–Ouch!– it abo–Uh!–out?”

“It’s,” ((SMACK!)), “about you having,” ((JAB!)), “the fucking gall,” ((PUNCH!)), “to spank,” ((KICK!)), “me!” ((BITE!))

“OUCH!” Balthazar yelled when his already bit digit was bitten again. He thought sarcastically; ‘Fragile human my iron tail!’ Having had enough he bucked up, dislodged the mortal and reversed their positions. “Now if you’re done wasting your energy we should get down to the fucking.”

A stunned expression takes over John’s face for a good minute before he erupts; “I’m Not Doing You!!” How could the hell spawn even think about sex right now? They were in the middle of fighting! More importantly he was far from reaching his goal of turning the demonic bastard into a demonic bloody stain!

“Of course you’re not!” The tan one agreed vehemently, causing the pale one to relax. “I’m doing You!” Before the taller had time to register the words he shoved two bleeding fingers into the unguarded hole.

The exorcist hissed but the pain was gone in a flash, either by the blood or by the quick pace the digits immediately picked up it is hard to say. Unwanted, a moan makes it’s way out of his throat. This is new, Balthazar hadn’t done this the first time and he’d still been in him the second time, but it was good all the same. He can feel the inhuman heat from the other’s limbs in him and it is exactly what he wanted, it’s just not who. “Get those outta there,” he ordered.

“Why?” the Half-Breed asks smugly. He can already smell the lust emerging from the younger male.

It gets difficult to think as his cock hardens and the fingers start spreading him. “Why?! Just get out! Stop it!” Yet the protests sound weak and weaker still as he moans again.

Casually with his tail he reaches under the bed to retrieve a tube of lube. It’s the first one he’s ever used, as he ordinarily doesn’t care about a bedmate’s comfort. Slicking and adding a third finger as he asks, “Why should I?” More seriously he continues, “We both came here to get laid. Why not make sure it’s a good one and continue?” Really it’s a rhetorical question as the blond cuts off any response with a domineering hot kiss.

The brunet’s back arches as Bally’s other hand and even his evil tail begin to run over him. ‘Really? Why protest?’ his libido wonders and at the moment he can’t think of a good answer. “Just do it already you Asshole!” If they’re going to do this then the hell Beast is going too slow for his tastes.

“Just do your asshole already?” The Hell born inquires innocently. A pissed glare is his only answer. The Demonic Half-Breed chuckles as he hikes the pale thighs up over his shoulders. “First let me show you something you’ll like.”

Dark eyes are trained on the Half-Demon as the blond head sinks down near his standing member. A forked tongue flicks out, just brushing his tip and he can’t hold back a gasp. At his first sound the serpentine tongue starts to dance over his crown teasingly. The wet flesh is so swift and the touch is so light that he is sure the bastard is torturing him again. Then just as he’s about to kick the Cock-Tease, a hotter than hot mouth is on him and he bucks on instinct, trying to go deeper. When the suction and flexible tongue begin to work in tandem, the younger doesn’t notice the nudging at his entrance. It’s not until the business demon pauses his mouth in its work that Constantine feels something circling his hole. He looks down and swears that the immortal is smirking at him around his manhood.

‘Oh Johnny-Boy, you’re going to like this,’ he thinks as he resumes his mouth.

Something is pushing into him, breaching him, yet he could see both of the other’s hands. …the Tail! Suddenly the appendage gives a hard shove and it’s in, sinking deeper and deeper inside him. Much of the tail is not as wide as Balthazar’s erection so girth is not a problem. As he feels more and more of it penetrate him, rubbing his anus as it invades, his breathing becomes uneven and turns into short pants. Abruptly, just as he wonders if the rich demon is trying to skewer him, it stops and commences to pull out until only the spade remains. He groans when a pace starts up and matches the bobbing mouth on his hardness.

As much as the younger is obviously enjoying himself, he can tell by the heavy scent of lust, Balthazar has reached the limit of both his patience and giving. Freeing his mouth he licks up the pale body and latches onto the scar on the slim neck. The moan he gets just makes him more eager and he is fast to drop the legs off him. With a strong pull his tail is yanked out, which causes Johnny-Boy to shriek in pain from the thick spade, and he replaces it seconds later with himself. He doesn’t spare a moment, immediately thrusting wildly into the human.

‘Damn that Half-Demon! Would it kill him to wait so I could adjust? Feh, very likely.’ He thought. Not that he could voice this as near brutal slams into his body short-circuited the speech portion of his brain. ‘I wonder if someone can actually be fucked stupid?’

This was what he wanted; this human under him, owing his pleasure to him, his scents of Lust and Desire coming off in high doses. The elder’s climax was fast approaching so he reached down and began to pump the still saliva slick member.

At the added touch Constantine arched off the bed and came with a grunt. Euphoria entered his system and was heightened when hot demonic essence spilled into his tight canal.

Lazily Balthazar collapsed on the taller male’s breathless body as both basked in the post bliss high.

The exorcist was just getting his mind back, thinking it was probably be safer to leave in the morning rather than face all those Half-Demons out there stark nude, when he felt the erection still in him reassert itself. “Are you kidding me?” A positively evil smirk was his only answer. Confused with a bit dreadful mixed in, he asked, “What about last times?”

Picking up the long pale legs over his shoulders he answered, “The first time we fought before and the second time was sex under a great deal of blood loss.” He leaned in, pushing the tops of thighs onto a sweaty pale chest, and licked a stubbled cheek with his tongue. “And tonight I have nothing to hold me back. Oh, Johnny-Boy, I am so going to enjoy spending the whole night with you.”

Full out dread shot through him; a whole night with a horny hell beast and nothing to get in the way… “Then I should get to top this time.”

Balthazar chuckled and began to gyrate his hips. “We’ll see after this,” he said outwardly, inwardly it was like ‘yeah that’ll happen the day it snows in Hell.’

The brunet was not fooled for a second and knew just what that meant. Dear sweet nicotine, would he be able to walk in the morning? Even as the impaling cock reaquanted itself with his prostate, he brought his hands up to push on the tan one’s chest. But it was to no avail; he still hadn’t recovered from his orgasm. Suddenly morning seemed so far away.

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Sorry if sucks but I was just flexing my writing muscle, I think it atrophied.