FIC: Push and Pull 2
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kat8chaTitle: Good Samaritan
Fandom: Movie
Pairing: Chas/Balthazar, Chas/Constantine, Constantine/Balthazar
Author's Notes: Tormeting begins! And I'm sorry if my format goes wonky again. One reason I dislike LJ, otherwhise I love it.
Summary: Balthazar is
When Chas regained consciousness it was in very slow stages, later he would say that it was like waking up very slowly, and with a massive headache. The first thing he became aware of was someone, a man, humming very softly. The next was that he was lying on very soft, silky sheets and for some reason that disconcerted him. Intelligent thought came next, Chas knew he didn’t have sheets like this back at his parents house, and John’s couch never felt like this, and fuck knows what John bed felt like but somehow Chas doubts John has silk sheets.
The last thing he does is remember what happened before he black out.
Sitting up quickly makes his head ring and the room swim, which is not helped by the bright lights the room is lit with. Standing in front of him is Balthazar wearing a baby-eating grin. “What the hell am I doing here?” Chas yelped, and winced as the sound bounced around his head like one of those old pong games. When he attempts to lift one hand to rub his temple he finds the other inexplicably following and looks down to realize that his hands are cuffed together. Why the hell had Balthazar done that?
“You are here because I saved your life, and so you owe me.” Chas looked absolutely terrified and Balthazar’s grin widened. The purity of Constantine’s apprentice practically radiated off of him, and it was a good idea that Constantine had never let Chas get near any demons without him otherwise he would have been eaten up almost immediately. As it was the demons had a running bet as to how long the boy would stay pure.
Balthazar was going to make sure whomever bet on tonight would win, if he wasn’t mistaken that was Midnite.
“Uh. Why are my hands…” Chas trailed off at the amused and hungry expression on Balthazar’s face and scooted up closer to the headboard as the final stage of awakening hit to reveal he was wearing nothing but boxers.
“You’re hands are tied because I like you like that.” And Balthazar pounced, pinning Chas' hands above him and the rest of the boy to the bed. As pools of brown stared up at him in terror the half-breed chuckled. “Aw, don’t worry. You’ll love every minute.”
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And to Chas' shame he did enjoy it. Chas had started squirming under the half-breed’s touch shortly before Balthazar removed his shirt. “Mm, see? Told you you’d love it.” Chuckling Balthazar removed his own clothes and set on divesting the little do-gooder of his. Chas' rather enthusiastic responses to this treatment were limited to moans and ‘Hell’, and ‘yes’. Balthazar laughed inwardly at the choice of words, loving the fact that this pure little boy would hate himself for this meeting. Sure, causing this boy’s mind to blank with pleasure wasn’t nearly as challenging as it was with Constantine but Constantine had already fallen, this boy still belonged to the world of goodness and light.
Still belonged to Heaven.
The first cold touch of Balthazar’s fingers to his delicate rosette had Chas jerk a little his mind recognizing the danger inherent to letting the demon touch him that way. The pain of being breached brought him back to himself enough to communicate and think intelligently. “No! Stop!” Balthazar just chuckled and worked the finger deeper. Hissing at the pain Chas tried to move away from him but couldn’t because of the hard hand holding onto his hip. He knew that Balthazar was just doing this to get back at Constantine and because he felt like humiliating Chas and the taxi driver knew that the other man could seriously hurt him if he wanted. “John’s gonna send your ass straight to hell when I… FUCK!” Arching off the bed as Balthazar touched something that made pleasure move through him like lightning. “Wha-what *is* that?!?! Aa!!!” He was sweating and when Balthazar glanced into his brown eyes he found them once again pleasure glazed.
“Ask Johnny-boy. He’ll know, might even demonstrate it too.” Stretching the boy under him Balthazar knew how much he could hurt the youth but he wanted the boys first time to be relatively painless. It would make the boy come back for more, and luring this tempting mortal into the depravities of lust and sex were Balthazar’s long-term plans.
Hence, no pain yet, introducing Chas to blood play and SM would come later.
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Chas stumbled into Constantine’s apartment at something like 4:53 in the morning. Not like John had been watching the clock and waiting for the boy to come back or anything. Of course, the exorcist would never admit to caring for the boy enough to make sure he came back sage and sound. However if he had come out to greet Chas he would have noticed the dazed look in the boys eyes and the smell of sex that lingered over the boy as well as the fact that his clothes were rumpled and buttoned wrong, revealing a line of hickies leading down the curly brunet’s collar bone. Instead he heard the door close and the dead bolt lock before the sound of a teenager stumbling towards the shower echoed through the apartment. Constantine was asleep before Chas was done washing his hair.
Fandom: Movie
Pairing: Chas/Balthazar, Chas/Constantine, Constantine/Balthazar
Author's Notes: Tormeting begins! And I'm sorry if my format goes wonky again. One reason I dislike LJ, otherwhise I love it.
Summary: Balthazar is
When Chas regained consciousness it was in very slow stages, later he would say that it was like waking up very slowly, and with a massive headache. The first thing he became aware of was someone, a man, humming very softly. The next was that he was lying on very soft, silky sheets and for some reason that disconcerted him. Intelligent thought came next, Chas knew he didn’t have sheets like this back at his parents house, and John’s couch never felt like this, and fuck knows what John bed felt like but somehow Chas doubts John has silk sheets.
The last thing he does is remember what happened before he black out.
Sitting up quickly makes his head ring and the room swim, which is not helped by the bright lights the room is lit with. Standing in front of him is Balthazar wearing a baby-eating grin. “What the hell am I doing here?” Chas yelped, and winced as the sound bounced around his head like one of those old pong games. When he attempts to lift one hand to rub his temple he finds the other inexplicably following and looks down to realize that his hands are cuffed together. Why the hell had Balthazar done that?
“You are here because I saved your life, and so you owe me.” Chas looked absolutely terrified and Balthazar’s grin widened. The purity of Constantine’s apprentice practically radiated off of him, and it was a good idea that Constantine had never let Chas get near any demons without him otherwise he would have been eaten up almost immediately. As it was the demons had a running bet as to how long the boy would stay pure.
Balthazar was going to make sure whomever bet on tonight would win, if he wasn’t mistaken that was Midnite.
“Uh. Why are my hands…” Chas trailed off at the amused and hungry expression on Balthazar’s face and scooted up closer to the headboard as the final stage of awakening hit to reveal he was wearing nothing but boxers.
“You’re hands are tied because I like you like that.” And Balthazar pounced, pinning Chas' hands above him and the rest of the boy to the bed. As pools of brown stared up at him in terror the half-breed chuckled. “Aw, don’t worry. You’ll love every minute.”
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And to Chas' shame he did enjoy it. Chas had started squirming under the half-breed’s touch shortly before Balthazar removed his shirt. “Mm, see? Told you you’d love it.” Chuckling Balthazar removed his own clothes and set on divesting the little do-gooder of his. Chas' rather enthusiastic responses to this treatment were limited to moans and ‘Hell’, and ‘yes’. Balthazar laughed inwardly at the choice of words, loving the fact that this pure little boy would hate himself for this meeting. Sure, causing this boy’s mind to blank with pleasure wasn’t nearly as challenging as it was with Constantine but Constantine had already fallen, this boy still belonged to the world of goodness and light.
Still belonged to Heaven.
The first cold touch of Balthazar’s fingers to his delicate rosette had Chas jerk a little his mind recognizing the danger inherent to letting the demon touch him that way. The pain of being breached brought him back to himself enough to communicate and think intelligently. “No! Stop!” Balthazar just chuckled and worked the finger deeper. Hissing at the pain Chas tried to move away from him but couldn’t because of the hard hand holding onto his hip. He knew that Balthazar was just doing this to get back at Constantine and because he felt like humiliating Chas and the taxi driver knew that the other man could seriously hurt him if he wanted. “John’s gonna send your ass straight to hell when I… FUCK!” Arching off the bed as Balthazar touched something that made pleasure move through him like lightning. “Wha-what *is* that?!?! Aa!!!” He was sweating and when Balthazar glanced into his brown eyes he found them once again pleasure glazed.
“Ask Johnny-boy. He’ll know, might even demonstrate it too.” Stretching the boy under him Balthazar knew how much he could hurt the youth but he wanted the boys first time to be relatively painless. It would make the boy come back for more, and luring this tempting mortal into the depravities of lust and sex were Balthazar’s long-term plans.
Hence, no pain yet, introducing Chas to blood play and SM would come later.
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Chas stumbled into Constantine’s apartment at something like 4:53 in the morning. Not like John had been watching the clock and waiting for the boy to come back or anything. Of course, the exorcist would never admit to caring for the boy enough to make sure he came back sage and sound. However if he had come out to greet Chas he would have noticed the dazed look in the boys eyes and the smell of sex that lingered over the boy as well as the fact that his clothes were rumpled and buttoned wrong, revealing a line of hickies leading down the curly brunet’s collar bone. Instead he heard the door close and the dead bolt lock before the sound of a teenager stumbling towards the shower echoed through the apartment. Constantine was asleep before Chas was done washing his hair.
