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Fic: Push and Pull 3
Title: Is this Cab(bie) taken?
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.
Feedback: GImme! Gimme! Gimme!!!!
Summary: Chas comes to terms with his personal demons, and then an actual demon shows up. ^^ Still not gotten into serious Chastine but it's getting there!
It took Chas two weeks before he was able to look John in the face again. Every other time had sent his eyes skittering all over the room searching for something to lock on. Constantine, given that he ignored his ‘apprentice’ as much as possible never noticed the lack of eye contact though he did notice the boys sudden and prolonged silences. Stuffing another cigarette into his mouth Constantine figured it was because the kid was finally coming to the understanding that the Exorcist did not need the near constant babbling the boy provided. Of course John was arguing with himself too much to notice Chas’ internal battle.
‘The kid’s cute, yeah, but he’s too innocent! Get those thoughts out of your head Constantine you asshole!’ The American demon fighter scolded himself one day after he caught himself staring at Chas as the kid bent over to pick something up off the floor.
Chas’s thoughts were repeatedly telling himself that he had not wanted what Balthazar was offering, until the demon had started touching him that is and hey; Chas was a healthy seventeen year old male! Linoleum made him think of sex!* The problem was that Balthazar kept appearing out of the corner of his vision. In a drug store, riding the cab to an exorcism, when he was glancing out John’s window before curling up on the couch….
It was after a particularly difficult exorcism, where John entered the cab looking like he’d been dragged through hell backwards by his teeth and had given him a cocky grin and a ‘Drive, kid’ that Chas finally came to terms with himself. Yes he was attracted to men, but he was attracted to girls too, and he was certainly carrying a torch for John Constantine, as prickly as he was. Balthazar had caught him and forced him to have sex and had made it enjoyable. The man was a demon, he knew what sort of tricks to use to make Chas doubt himself.
That was the first night in two weeks that Chas gave Constantine the goofy grin that made the exorcist’s shitty nights less shitty. Constantine knew that something had been up with the kid, but he’d put off confronting Chas, figuring the curly haired brat would work it out, and judging by that smile the kid had worked through his personal demons.
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Balthazar growled a little to himself. The boy’s glowing white purity and devotion was back and it made the half-breed’s skin itch. Somehow the crisis of faith had been solved and this left the demon back at square one. Watching the pair drive up and Johnny-boy getting out and telling Chas to stay in the cab Balthazar smirked to himself. Oh, he had a plan now. Gonna pay Johnny-boy, in the best currency available; a pound of flesh.
Chas hummed some nameless pop tune, idly drumming his fingers against the side of the cab until he heard the sound of the passenger side door opening and someone slipping inside. Turning Chas began talking, “Hey buddy! Cab’s oc… occupied.” Balthazar grinned at him from the seat next to his and Chas felt himself shrinking back and searching for the door handle at the demon’s self satisfaction.
“Oh, it’s occupied? Well what about the cabbie?”
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Chas gasped, arching in the back seat of his cab as the demon pounded into him. He squirmed on the slippery back seat and made an entirely too inviting picture to the half breed. With his curly hair and pale complexion, head thrown back in pain, pleasure, and abandon the boy looked like a fallen seraph.
“Oh I could make money off you boy. Take pictures and sell them. Every half-breed in L.A. was pay good money for it.” Thrusting into the slick, grasping heat of the boys passage Balthazar enjoyed the boys hiss at the burn of the demon’s suit brushing against his skin. While Chas was naked and laid out before him like a feast the half-breed wore his pin striped suit; a sure sign of his dominance and something to make the boy feel less in control, less pure. “Or I could film this, film your arching against me, panting and pleasure glazed, I’d make sure money on that one. Maybe I should rent you out like a whore,”
The boy’s eyes were open and unseeing, staring past Balthazar but the demon knew that Chas could hear everything he was saying. “Tie you down to my bed and let the demon’s take a turn at you.” Chas gave a jerk at his an aborted pull away from the half-breed before giving a cry at how this made the other pull at his cock. “You’re so hot for it, I bet not even Constantine showing up could stop you cumming.” Smirking the demon leaned down, forked tongue licking at the boy’s ear lobe before darting into the ear, startling another cry out of the lad. “Or would you enjoy Johnny-boy watching? You want him so much do you think his seeing you under me, under another demon would make him want you? He doesn’t want anyone as dirty as he is boy, he wants pure and that’s what you *aren’t*.” One final twist and the boy was orgasming, seed splattering Balthazar’s palm as he continued pumping into the boy’s ass.
“Gotta do better then that, *kid*.”
(Stolen from Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Season Two, Xander’s line)
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.
Feedback: GImme! Gimme! Gimme!!!!
Summary: Chas comes to terms with his personal demons, and then an actual demon shows up. ^^ Still not gotten into serious Chastine but it's getting there!
It took Chas two weeks before he was able to look John in the face again. Every other time had sent his eyes skittering all over the room searching for something to lock on. Constantine, given that he ignored his ‘apprentice’ as much as possible never noticed the lack of eye contact though he did notice the boys sudden and prolonged silences. Stuffing another cigarette into his mouth Constantine figured it was because the kid was finally coming to the understanding that the Exorcist did not need the near constant babbling the boy provided. Of course John was arguing with himself too much to notice Chas’ internal battle.
‘The kid’s cute, yeah, but he’s too innocent! Get those thoughts out of your head Constantine you asshole!’ The American demon fighter scolded himself one day after he caught himself staring at Chas as the kid bent over to pick something up off the floor.
Chas’s thoughts were repeatedly telling himself that he had not wanted what Balthazar was offering, until the demon had started touching him that is and hey; Chas was a healthy seventeen year old male! Linoleum made him think of sex!* The problem was that Balthazar kept appearing out of the corner of his vision. In a drug store, riding the cab to an exorcism, when he was glancing out John’s window before curling up on the couch….
It was after a particularly difficult exorcism, where John entered the cab looking like he’d been dragged through hell backwards by his teeth and had given him a cocky grin and a ‘Drive, kid’ that Chas finally came to terms with himself. Yes he was attracted to men, but he was attracted to girls too, and he was certainly carrying a torch for John Constantine, as prickly as he was. Balthazar had caught him and forced him to have sex and had made it enjoyable. The man was a demon, he knew what sort of tricks to use to make Chas doubt himself.
That was the first night in two weeks that Chas gave Constantine the goofy grin that made the exorcist’s shitty nights less shitty. Constantine knew that something had been up with the kid, but he’d put off confronting Chas, figuring the curly haired brat would work it out, and judging by that smile the kid had worked through his personal demons.
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Balthazar growled a little to himself. The boy’s glowing white purity and devotion was back and it made the half-breed’s skin itch. Somehow the crisis of faith had been solved and this left the demon back at square one. Watching the pair drive up and Johnny-boy getting out and telling Chas to stay in the cab Balthazar smirked to himself. Oh, he had a plan now. Gonna pay Johnny-boy, in the best currency available; a pound of flesh.
Chas hummed some nameless pop tune, idly drumming his fingers against the side of the cab until he heard the sound of the passenger side door opening and someone slipping inside. Turning Chas began talking, “Hey buddy! Cab’s oc… occupied.” Balthazar grinned at him from the seat next to his and Chas felt himself shrinking back and searching for the door handle at the demon’s self satisfaction.
“Oh, it’s occupied? Well what about the cabbie?”
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Chas gasped, arching in the back seat of his cab as the demon pounded into him. He squirmed on the slippery back seat and made an entirely too inviting picture to the half breed. With his curly hair and pale complexion, head thrown back in pain, pleasure, and abandon the boy looked like a fallen seraph.
“Oh I could make money off you boy. Take pictures and sell them. Every half-breed in L.A. was pay good money for it.” Thrusting into the slick, grasping heat of the boys passage Balthazar enjoyed the boys hiss at the burn of the demon’s suit brushing against his skin. While Chas was naked and laid out before him like a feast the half-breed wore his pin striped suit; a sure sign of his dominance and something to make the boy feel less in control, less pure. “Or I could film this, film your arching against me, panting and pleasure glazed, I’d make sure money on that one. Maybe I should rent you out like a whore,”
The boy’s eyes were open and unseeing, staring past Balthazar but the demon knew that Chas could hear everything he was saying. “Tie you down to my bed and let the demon’s take a turn at you.” Chas gave a jerk at his an aborted pull away from the half-breed before giving a cry at how this made the other pull at his cock. “You’re so hot for it, I bet not even Constantine showing up could stop you cumming.” Smirking the demon leaned down, forked tongue licking at the boy’s ear lobe before darting into the ear, startling another cry out of the lad. “Or would you enjoy Johnny-boy watching? You want him so much do you think his seeing you under me, under another demon would make him want you? He doesn’t want anyone as dirty as he is boy, he wants pure and that’s what you *aren’t*.” One final twist and the boy was orgasming, seed splattering Balthazar’s palm as he continued pumping into the boy’s ass.
“Gotta do better then that, *kid*.”
(Stolen from Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Season Two, Xander’s line)