Carpe Diem Baby

Notes: Spot the references to Bush lyrics in each chapter if you get bored. I'll try and keep you entertained, though.

Dedications: To LadyCastiel and Jennalyn, for the gifs, pics, inspiration and lulz. This is almost entirely your fault.

Warnings: Johnny is sadistic. Abrupt beginning. Dubious consent.

Carpe Diem Baby
by KC_Bailey

Chapter 1

“Johnny,” Balthazar gasped, the facade of cockiness gone now that he knew he was in deep trouble. “I know we haven't seen eye to eye...”

“Shut the fuck up, Balthazar.” Constantine growled, pressing his gun a little harder against the demon's throat, forcing his head back against the kitchen table.

“Unh, Johnny-” Balthazar tried again, stretched out and helpless. Constantine had bound his wrists with a cable tie and was holding them above his head with one hand. He was laying on the table on his back, with John straddling his hips and leaning down over him, the golden gun pressed firmly into the hollow of his throat.

“I said, shut the fuck up.” John hissed, talking around the cigarette between his lips as he surveyed his prize.

“You can't-” Balthazar was cut off once again, this time by John drawing the gun back and then using it to slug him across the jaw. The half-breed's head snapped to the side and he gasped, tasting blood.

“I can do whatever I like, you halfbreed piece of shit. I'm your fucking punishment.” The exorcist leant down, lips millimetres from the demon's ear. “Two weeks, Balthazar. You're mine. Fortunately for you, I like a little sex in my violence.”

Balthazar turned back to look at the man above him, glowing eyes wide and blood on his lips. He barely had time to take a breath before Constantine crushed their mouths together, letting the gun clatter to the floor and fisting his hand in the demon's hair to hold his head back. Balthazar had no choice but to let him, not having expected it. Sure, he'd flirted shamelessly with the exorcist every time they met, but Constantine had never reciprocated. He wasn't sure that having Constantine want him was a good thing, when he belonged to the human for the next fortnight. Lucifer hadn't been happy that he'd aided Mammon. Giving him to Johnny had seemed a fitting punishment while he took care of teaching his son a lesson. Constantine had been only too happy to oblige Lou, for once.

“Mmph!” Balthazar gave a muffled cry into the kiss, arching beneath the exorcist as his shirt was roughly ripped off and John's cigarette was stubbed out on his collarbone. The hiss of burning flesh was drowned out by Balthazar's tight groan of pain, turning his head from the kiss and clenching his teeth, eyes closed fast against the flashes of his screaming nerve endings.

John's lips moved to the skin below his ear, flicking the cigarette away. The pain slowly faded enough to allow Balthazar to feel the tingling pleasure of the human's lips against his skin, teeth nipping lightly. Constantine's pale hand was on his chest, pressing and kneading firmly at every muscle, dragging blunt nails over his nipples.

“Johnny...” Balthazar groaned, arching up into the rough palms pressing at his chest. The demon realised his hands were free, though the cable tie still bit into his wrists to hold them together. When Constantine sat back to straddle his hips again he bought them down in front of him, the closest he could get to protecting himself.

Constantine just smirked, enjoying the sight. The demon's shirt and jacket were gone, somewhere on the floor near the table, shredded. His chest was a bare expanse of golden skin, only that damned spotted tie left. He made a delicious sight laying there with his hands in front of him, tied together in some parody of prayer, a bruise already forming on his jaw, chest heaving and eyes half-lidded. The cigarette mark on his collarbone was an angry red burn, and Constantine's eyes drifted down to it.

“That looks painful.” He said, brushing his thumb against it gently. Balthazar shivered, closing his eyes because he knew what was coming. As he'd expected, John pressed his thumb down against the burn, hard. He arched up in pain, struggling not to make a sound and give the exorcist the satisfaction of knowing how much it hurt. John watched the demon turn his head away again, shuddering. His hands were shaking, the cable tie scraping against his skin and digging in hard enough to bruise.

“Well, it's been a long day, hasn't it?” John's voice reached Balthazar through the waning haze of pain. “How about we get to the main event and call it a night? After all, we have a whole fortnight to catch up.”

“M-Main event?” Balthazar looked up once more, cursing inwardly as he stumbled over his words in shock as Constantine climbed off him and used his tie to drag him up until he was sitting on the edge of the table.

“Strip or I do it for you with holy water.” Constantine ordered, taking a step back and watching expectantly. Balthazar stared up at him for a moment, shivering. When it seemed the exorcist was serious, he carefully removed his tie, trying to avoid touching the rapidly healing burn on his shoulder. It was a difficult task with his hands tied together, but he managed it and moved down. Constantine's dark eyes followed his every move and he couldn't help feeling a little thrill at that, not sure if it was fear or anticipation.

“Keep going.” Constantine growled, watching as Balthazar's nimble fingers undid the fastenings of his suit trousers and slid them with his boxers down his hips and thighs. He kicked them off and bent down to take off his red socks before standing straight again, eyes lowered. He wasn't used to feeling so exposed in front of an enemy, and he took an involuntary step back against the table when John approached. To his surprise, Constantine changed course and headed over to dig around in one of the drawers in the counter, coming back a moment later with a pair of scissors. Balthazar stared at them with wide eyes, his tail wrapped around the table leg tightly and his hands once again up in front of his chest defensively.

“Hands.” Constantine grunted, grabbing the demon's bound wrists when he just looked confused. Smirking, he slid the blades between the half-breed's wrists and snipped the cable tie before tossing the scissors down beside his gun.

“Turn around, hands flat on the table.” The exorcist ordered.

“You don't have to do this, Johnny,” Balthazar said, biting his lip nervously, “I've learnt my lesson, really.”

“Guess what? I don't fucking believe you, turn around.” Constantine snarled, grasping the demon's shoulder and roughly forcing him to turn. “Hands on the fucking table or believe me, I'll gladly nail them there.”

Balthazar wisely placed his hands flat on the wooden surface of the table, having to bend slightly at the waist to accomplish it. He closed his eyes, trying to keep his tail still and not draw Constantine's attention to it. It was sensitive enough that just touching it sent shivers through him, and he couldn't help the shocked cry that tore from his throat when Constantine grasped it tightly, wrapping it around his fist.

“Ah, J-Johnny, please...” He whimpered, hanging his head and gasping. Just having the sensitive appendage gripped so tightly was sending shocks of electricity up and down his spine and he felt light headed enough that he barely noticed Constantine nudging his thighs apart.

“It's good to hear you beg, Balthazar. You're going to be doing a lot more of it over the next two weeks.” Constantine smirked, before using his grip on Balthazar's tail to jerk his hips up slightly, at the same time plunging two dry fingers into him without warning. The demon shrieked, both from the long fingers forcing their way into his unprepared body and the sudden pull at his tail. His whole body spasmed and he all but collapsed against the table, breathing in frantic gasps.

“F-Fuck...” Balthazar managed in a whimper as the fingers inside him scissored, John's fist clenching and unclenching around his tail. Constantine decided there was no better sight on earth than the demon in front of him, head hung and golden back glistening with sweat as he panted roughly, hips beginning to rock automatically in time with each movement of John's long fingers.

Unable to wait any longer, Constantine hooked his fingers once more, enjoying Balthazar's helpless little gasp, and drew them out. He stepped back with a warning for the demon not to move and undressed slowly, making Balthazar wait.

Balthazar stayed in position with his hands flat on the table, legs spread and head hung. His hair was loose, sweat making his skin glisten, and his glowing eyes stared dazedly down at his hands as he waited in trembling anticipation. He wasn't sure what to think so he let his mind go blank, trying to just breathe in, breathe out as the aftershocks of John's touches skittered across his skin.

When Constantine finally did touch him again, it took him by surprise and he jumped, two pale hands clamping onto his hips.

“Ready?” The exorcist asked in a growl, lining himself up and enjoying the bone-deep trembling he could feel running through the demon.

“Would...would it matter if I wasn't?” Balthazar answered with the closest he could manage to a smirk, already knowing the answer. The truth was, he'd wanted this for as long as he could remember. Now suddenly all he wanted was to escape.

“No.” Constantine said, before pressing into Balthazar's spread body in a long, slow movement, ignoring the demon's shriek of pain. The initial piercing agony became a mixture of pain and almost numb pleasure once Constantine set a rhythm, and Balthazar's legs shook, blood trickling down his thighs. He'd almost bitten through his lip and he watched the blood dripping onto the table from where it ran down his chin, feeling oddly disconnected from his own body.

Constantine had his tail wrapped around one fist and was using it as a handhold, the tight grip making Balthazar see stars. He felt dazed and his vision was grey at the edges, his own cries echoing in his ears and his arms barely holding him up. He was so full, he'd thought of this moment for years. Constantine fit inside him so perfectly and he closed his eyes, trying to imagine that this wasn't a punishment for just fucking doing what he was made to do. Fingers pressed at his lips but the flash of anger that had sliced through his soul bought his demon to the fore. He allowed John's fingers between his lips and then bit down, sharp little fangs breaking the skin.

“Shit!” Constantine snarled, jerking his hand back and fisting it in Balthazar's hair, forcing him roughly down against the table. “You little bitch,” the exorcist growled, slamming in as hard as he could. Balthazar hissed in pain and turned his head a little to glare murderously at the man behind him, eyes glowing, sharp teeth bared and blood trickling down from his lips. The sight almost had Constantine coming right there.

“Fuck you, Johnny.” The demon sneered, deciding he wasn't the type to lay down and die without a fight. He wasn't going to just accept his punishment, even if it was from Constantine. “This isn't how I envisioned our first date.”

“Very fucking funny, halfbreed.” Constantine said through bared teeth, slamming in again and rocking Balthazar against the table, earning a pained groan. The glow in Balthazar's eyes dimmed a little and he clawed at the surface of the table, arching his back and choking in pain. John's grip on his hips and tail tightened and he kept up the brutal pace, the exorcist reminding himself how much he'd wanted to wipe the smugness off the demon's face. He didn't care if Balthazar was suffering, he told himself. The bastard deserved it.

“Y-you must be special, Johnny... I usually wait for the third date...” Balthazar said, the cockiness in his voice overshadowed by the pain evident there. He refused to give in, he wasn't going to let Lou break him, even through Johnny.

The human ignored the sound of breaking glass as an empty bottle smashed against the floor, rocked off the other end of the table by the brutal pace.

“Right, because you're so fucking innocent. You know you deserve everything you're going to get, Balthazar.” John snarled, digging his nails into the demon's tanned hip.

“Why don't you... just put me out... of your misery, then?” Balthazar groaned raggedly between thrusts, vision greying at the edges again. He knew there was worse to come, and he'd certainly expected this to hurt... But having it be Johnny punish him somehow made it worse.

“Believe me, I'd fucking love to.” Constantine hissed, grip tightening in Balthazar's hair as he finally finished with a savage moan, the demon's hitching gasps spurring him on.

Balthazar felt the rush of heat inside him as Johnny came, the greyness fluttering across his vision deepening.

“I know...” The demon said in a weak voice almost too quiet for John to hear, before the darkness rushed in on him and he went limp beneath the exorcist. Seeing Balthazar pass out shocked Constantine for a moment and he pulled out, watching the demon's battered body collapse to the floor. He looked so different from the slick little bastard in the pinstripe suit, naked and bruised and curled up on Constantine's floor, tail lying limply next to him and a soft look of pain on his face. John considered fetching a blanket at least but stopped himself, frowning and heading off towards his scotch bottle instead.

This was a punishment, after all.

TBC