Push and Pull 4
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kat8chaTitle: Don't Forget Your Hat
Fandom: Movie
Pairing: Chas/Balthazar, Chas/Constantine, Constantine/Balthazar
Previous: http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=kat8cha&keyword=Constantine&filter=all
Author's Notes: Er, there's a breif mention of Chas' mom. I don't remember them mentioning his family in the movie so I figured a breif line that sounded like the mom from the comics wouldn't be too terrible. ~cackles~ It's evil, I won't kid you. I'm so going to hell, but the Big Guy and I have cut a deal, so I'm cool.
Feedback: Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!!!! I crave it- like Bubblegum!
Summary: John manages to ignore Chas' problems, Chas gets cabbie-napped, Balthazar's an evil bastard, and Chas is stuck in a medievil torture device.
Constantine knew as soon as he got into the cab that something was up. Even with all the windows rolled up there was still the lingering scent of brimstone and sex. Still the brunet shook it off, figuring the brimstone was the scent sticking to his skin from the exorcism and the sex was his imagination. He didn’t even look at Chas as he lit a cigarette and ordered the boy to drive him back to his apartment. He did notice that the drive was less smooth and turned to tell the kid to watch the road and that was when he noticed the rumpled clothes, and lack of tacky cap (a/n: it’s cute but I think it’s a little on the cliché side). Glancing into Chas’ face he noticed the light flush that held to his cheeks, “You okay kid?”
Chas jerked the car a little as John spoke before glancing at the other man, telling himself to get his act together. Visibly calming down her pulled all the nervousness and negative emotions triggered by Balthazar’s ‘pillow talk’ inside of him, pushing it to a corner of his mind. “Yeah John, I’m fine.” Noticing the way Chas was handling his problems by himself John snorted and turned away again.
“Yeah, kid. Whatever you say.” When they reached the apartment John got out and Chas drove off, saying he’d be back later that night. Left to muse on just what was going on with the kid Constantine headed up to his apartment for some whiskey and time alone.
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Chas was finally heading back to John’s apartment when he felt it. He didn’t have Constantine’s super mojo that sensed demons or angels or what-not but Chas had been living off the streets of L.A. for his entire life. He knew when he was being followed. Looking behind him Chas saw nothing but darkness, but his bus was coming down the street so he got ready to get on it. The bus could either take him home, to his abusive, drunken mother, or to John’s if he stuck on it till the end of the route. Suddenly he heard a noise behind him and the teenager whirled around to find himself facing Balthazar.
“What do you *want*?!?!?!” He shouted, pissed off beyond reckoning. Jesus, wasn’t it enough the creep had fucked him *in his cab* earlier that night? Chas could still smell the sex covering his skin.
“Now that’s a loaded question.” Balthazar chuckled to himself, sly smirk lingering on his face. “But for right now? To talk.” And before the boy knew it he was being shoved into the backseat of an expensive car with the half-breed bastard sliding in after him, and closing the door he ordered the driver to, well, drive.
“Let me *out* bastard!” Chas was really, really, quickly losing his cool. Just being around the smarmy…. git made him feel dirtier then he had before. Reaching behind him Chas tried to open the door, only to realize it was locked and he couldn’t see how to unlock it. Balthazar moved closer, trapping Chas against the door, and his eyes glinted darkly.
“Now Chas, behave. I just wanted to talk, now I think you need a little reminder about who’s in charge.”
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At the polite sounding knock on his door John stepped over to it and unlocked the deadbolt, and took the chain off. Swinging it open he fully expected to see Chas standing there, barely holding off sleep as he waited to be let in. After all, who else would come to see John Constantine at this ungodly hour of the morning?
Ungodly. How ironic a word to use.
Balthazar gazed at John calmly from where he stood in the hallway. “What do you want?” John growled, refusing to allow the other access to his apartment. The half-breed looked down his nose at this slight but inside he was cackling evilly, let John have his high horse for right now. He was due for a tumble shortly.
“What, not going to invite me in anymore? We used to have such fun together John.” The exorcist growled, looking down the hallway as his paranoia began to act up. Chas wasn’t standing there but there was no telling when the boy would get back so to keep anything said even remotely clandestine Balthazar would have to come inside.
“Get in.” John stepped out of the way and shut the door behind the half-breed ignoring the look of distaste on the others countenance as he took in the state of disrepair the apartment was in. “Now what do you want?” For some reason Balthazar chuckled and John found himself two seconds away from slamming the others face in.
“That’s the second time tonight I’ve been asked that. The answers simple Johnny-boy. I just want to talk.” John quirked an eyebrow and then flopped down into his favorite easy chair, not even bothering to offer Balthazar a seat, the half-breed preferred to stand anyway.
“So? Talk.”
“Where’s your shadow Johnny? Got any idea?” John tensed up at this, but still believed that Balthazar was pulling his chain. The pin-striped tempter could read John’s body like a book. He knew every grimace, smirk, twitch, etc. etc. and he knew what they all meant. “I do.” At this Constantine’s spine instantly went ramrod straight and his muscles tensed like a spring coiling while his hand inched into his pocket to grasp a bottle of holy water.
“What did you do?” Constantine growled out. This asshole better not have hurt his Chas. His Chas? Yes, his Chas, his apprentice, his boy. If that bastard laid one finger on him….
“Oh nothing much Johnny, just played with him like we used to. Like you want to.” John shot out of the chair cursing a blue streak and advanced on the smirking demon. “Now John, if I don’t walk out of this building my driver has orders to take poor Chas and drop him back off at my office. Unescorted.” The exorcist halted, Balthazar’s office was filled with other half-breeds and if a tempting morsel like Chas was dropped off without anyone there to protect him he’d be dead before sunrise. “Answer me honest John, do you want to have sex with Chas?” John remained silent only glaring at the half-breed inches away from him. “Oh don’t answer then, it doesn’t matter. I know you do. Who wouldn’t? That hair, those puppy-dog eyes, at that air of innocence.” Forked tongue flickering out to wet his lips as he remembered. “Oh yes especially that.” John growled again and Balthazar grinned at the other’s anger, watching as the deep black eyes sparked with hatred and power. Contained hatred and power, he’d always loved having John on a leash. “Did you notice anything wrong after the exorcism tonight John? That was the second time I fucked him. The first time you’d pushed him out of the apartment to spend time with a whore. Undoubtedly curly haired and boyish? He got attacked by half-breeds and would have been killed if I hadn’t been there. I took my dues, and his virginity.” John finally snapped slamming a fist into the wall next to Balthazar’s head. “Oh and he was sweet to taste.”
“Get. Out.” The half-breed headed for the door before stopping half-way there and retrieving something from his pocket.
“Oh yes, your boy might want this back.” It was Chas’ cabbie cap and Constantine caught it when it was tossed to him, crumpling the material in his fists.
“Out.” Balthazar merely smirked and left the same way he had come, leaving an angry and confused magic user all alone in his too quiet apartment.
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Chas winced as he approached the door to Constantine’s apartment. Balthazar had let him out about a mile away from the apartment and had Chas walk the rest of the way. Which wasn’t easy considering that Balthazar had decided to up their ante in their play time. Not only had he fucked Chas but he’d stuck the teenager in some sort of medieval torture device.
(flashback)
Balthazar grinned at the softly groaning boy as he tried to recover from the rough fucking he had just received. Nothing like the gentleness that Balthazar had previously been showing him of ‘having sex’ this time it was a pure, uninhibited fuck that left the boy boneless and aching in the aftermath. Balthazar would enjoy the post-coital glow too if he didn’t have plans already. The demon had removed a boy from under the seat and opened it, pulling out some sort of contraption made of straps and a black dildo.
(end flashback)
Well, as one can imagine Chas had not had an enjoyable walk home. Not only did the contraption hold the dildo inside of him, and every step he took moved the warming plastic, but it also had a cock ring attached so that the erection he was forming was close to painful.
And how the hell he was going to figure out how to take it off at John’s was beyond the 17 year old’s imagination.
Not bothering to knock Chas tried to door knob, surprised to find the door unlocked and unhindered in any way. John must be staying up for him. Allowing a small happy smile to slip across his face at that prospect the curly haired cabbie stepped into the apartment unprepared to be confronted by an angry John Constantine with liquor on his breath and a crumpled cap in his hands.
“Have anything to tell me Chas?” Seeing the cap Chas paled. It was his cap. The cap that Balthazar had taken from him in the cab during the exorcism. Shit.
Fandom: Movie
Pairing: Chas/Balthazar, Chas/Constantine, Constantine/Balthazar
Previous: http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=kat8cha&keyword=Constantine&filter=all
Author's Notes: Er, there's a breif mention of Chas' mom. I don't remember them mentioning his family in the movie so I figured a breif line that sounded like the mom from the comics wouldn't be too terrible. ~cackles~ It's evil, I won't kid you. I'm so going to hell, but the Big Guy and I have cut a deal, so I'm cool.
Feedback: Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!!!! I crave it- like Bubblegum!
Summary: John manages to ignore Chas' problems, Chas gets cabbie-napped, Balthazar's an evil bastard, and Chas is stuck in a medievil torture device.
Constantine knew as soon as he got into the cab that something was up. Even with all the windows rolled up there was still the lingering scent of brimstone and sex. Still the brunet shook it off, figuring the brimstone was the scent sticking to his skin from the exorcism and the sex was his imagination. He didn’t even look at Chas as he lit a cigarette and ordered the boy to drive him back to his apartment. He did notice that the drive was less smooth and turned to tell the kid to watch the road and that was when he noticed the rumpled clothes, and lack of tacky cap (a/n: it’s cute but I think it’s a little on the cliché side). Glancing into Chas’ face he noticed the light flush that held to his cheeks, “You okay kid?”
Chas jerked the car a little as John spoke before glancing at the other man, telling himself to get his act together. Visibly calming down her pulled all the nervousness and negative emotions triggered by Balthazar’s ‘pillow talk’ inside of him, pushing it to a corner of his mind. “Yeah John, I’m fine.” Noticing the way Chas was handling his problems by himself John snorted and turned away again.
“Yeah, kid. Whatever you say.” When they reached the apartment John got out and Chas drove off, saying he’d be back later that night. Left to muse on just what was going on with the kid Constantine headed up to his apartment for some whiskey and time alone.
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Chas was finally heading back to John’s apartment when he felt it. He didn’t have Constantine’s super mojo that sensed demons or angels or what-not but Chas had been living off the streets of L.A. for his entire life. He knew when he was being followed. Looking behind him Chas saw nothing but darkness, but his bus was coming down the street so he got ready to get on it. The bus could either take him home, to his abusive, drunken mother, or to John’s if he stuck on it till the end of the route. Suddenly he heard a noise behind him and the teenager whirled around to find himself facing Balthazar.
“What do you *want*?!?!?!” He shouted, pissed off beyond reckoning. Jesus, wasn’t it enough the creep had fucked him *in his cab* earlier that night? Chas could still smell the sex covering his skin.
“Now that’s a loaded question.” Balthazar chuckled to himself, sly smirk lingering on his face. “But for right now? To talk.” And before the boy knew it he was being shoved into the backseat of an expensive car with the half-breed bastard sliding in after him, and closing the door he ordered the driver to, well, drive.
“Let me *out* bastard!” Chas was really, really, quickly losing his cool. Just being around the smarmy…. git made him feel dirtier then he had before. Reaching behind him Chas tried to open the door, only to realize it was locked and he couldn’t see how to unlock it. Balthazar moved closer, trapping Chas against the door, and his eyes glinted darkly.
“Now Chas, behave. I just wanted to talk, now I think you need a little reminder about who’s in charge.”
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At the polite sounding knock on his door John stepped over to it and unlocked the deadbolt, and took the chain off. Swinging it open he fully expected to see Chas standing there, barely holding off sleep as he waited to be let in. After all, who else would come to see John Constantine at this ungodly hour of the morning?
Ungodly. How ironic a word to use.
Balthazar gazed at John calmly from where he stood in the hallway. “What do you want?” John growled, refusing to allow the other access to his apartment. The half-breed looked down his nose at this slight but inside he was cackling evilly, let John have his high horse for right now. He was due for a tumble shortly.
“What, not going to invite me in anymore? We used to have such fun together John.” The exorcist growled, looking down the hallway as his paranoia began to act up. Chas wasn’t standing there but there was no telling when the boy would get back so to keep anything said even remotely clandestine Balthazar would have to come inside.
“Get in.” John stepped out of the way and shut the door behind the half-breed ignoring the look of distaste on the others countenance as he took in the state of disrepair the apartment was in. “Now what do you want?” For some reason Balthazar chuckled and John found himself two seconds away from slamming the others face in.
“That’s the second time tonight I’ve been asked that. The answers simple Johnny-boy. I just want to talk.” John quirked an eyebrow and then flopped down into his favorite easy chair, not even bothering to offer Balthazar a seat, the half-breed preferred to stand anyway.
“So? Talk.”
“Where’s your shadow Johnny? Got any idea?” John tensed up at this, but still believed that Balthazar was pulling his chain. The pin-striped tempter could read John’s body like a book. He knew every grimace, smirk, twitch, etc. etc. and he knew what they all meant. “I do.” At this Constantine’s spine instantly went ramrod straight and his muscles tensed like a spring coiling while his hand inched into his pocket to grasp a bottle of holy water.
“What did you do?” Constantine growled out. This asshole better not have hurt his Chas. His Chas? Yes, his Chas, his apprentice, his boy. If that bastard laid one finger on him….
“Oh nothing much Johnny, just played with him like we used to. Like you want to.” John shot out of the chair cursing a blue streak and advanced on the smirking demon. “Now John, if I don’t walk out of this building my driver has orders to take poor Chas and drop him back off at my office. Unescorted.” The exorcist halted, Balthazar’s office was filled with other half-breeds and if a tempting morsel like Chas was dropped off without anyone there to protect him he’d be dead before sunrise. “Answer me honest John, do you want to have sex with Chas?” John remained silent only glaring at the half-breed inches away from him. “Oh don’t answer then, it doesn’t matter. I know you do. Who wouldn’t? That hair, those puppy-dog eyes, at that air of innocence.” Forked tongue flickering out to wet his lips as he remembered. “Oh yes especially that.” John growled again and Balthazar grinned at the other’s anger, watching as the deep black eyes sparked with hatred and power. Contained hatred and power, he’d always loved having John on a leash. “Did you notice anything wrong after the exorcism tonight John? That was the second time I fucked him. The first time you’d pushed him out of the apartment to spend time with a whore. Undoubtedly curly haired and boyish? He got attacked by half-breeds and would have been killed if I hadn’t been there. I took my dues, and his virginity.” John finally snapped slamming a fist into the wall next to Balthazar’s head. “Oh and he was sweet to taste.”
“Get. Out.” The half-breed headed for the door before stopping half-way there and retrieving something from his pocket.
“Oh yes, your boy might want this back.” It was Chas’ cabbie cap and Constantine caught it when it was tossed to him, crumpling the material in his fists.
“Out.” Balthazar merely smirked and left the same way he had come, leaving an angry and confused magic user all alone in his too quiet apartment.
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Chas winced as he approached the door to Constantine’s apartment. Balthazar had let him out about a mile away from the apartment and had Chas walk the rest of the way. Which wasn’t easy considering that Balthazar had decided to up their ante in their play time. Not only had he fucked Chas but he’d stuck the teenager in some sort of medieval torture device.
(flashback)
Balthazar grinned at the softly groaning boy as he tried to recover from the rough fucking he had just received. Nothing like the gentleness that Balthazar had previously been showing him of ‘having sex’ this time it was a pure, uninhibited fuck that left the boy boneless and aching in the aftermath. Balthazar would enjoy the post-coital glow too if he didn’t have plans already. The demon had removed a boy from under the seat and opened it, pulling out some sort of contraption made of straps and a black dildo.
(end flashback)
Well, as one can imagine Chas had not had an enjoyable walk home. Not only did the contraption hold the dildo inside of him, and every step he took moved the warming plastic, but it also had a cock ring attached so that the erection he was forming was close to painful.
And how the hell he was going to figure out how to take it off at John’s was beyond the 17 year old’s imagination.
Not bothering to knock Chas tried to door knob, surprised to find the door unlocked and unhindered in any way. John must be staying up for him. Allowing a small happy smile to slip across his face at that prospect the curly haired cabbie stepped into the apartment unprepared to be confronted by an angry John Constantine with liquor on his breath and a crumpled cap in his hands.
“Have anything to tell me Chas?” Seeing the cap Chas paled. It was his cap. The cap that Balthazar had taken from him in the cab during the exorcism. Shit.
