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Push and Pul 5
Title: 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: ... off screen almost rape. And apparently Balthazar has a plan. I'm so sorry people, on a good note I finally got to the Chastine! XD
Feedback: Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!!!! I crave it- like Bubblegum!
Summary: Oh dear god. John yells and Chas and then gets to know him biblically. Chas leaves, John repents, Balthazar smirks.
Chas could see that John was angry, no too mild a term, John was *pissed* and in more ways then one. How John Constantine had gotten drunk between the time Balthazar left and the time Chas arrived was a mystery to the teenager. “Sit. Down.” John growled at him and Chas did, wincing as his sore ass hit the lumpy couch and resisting the impulse to squirm as the toy moved inside of him. No way was he going to ask John to lay off the tirade so he could remove it.
“Explain.” John glared down at the irresponsible brat who had the nerve to call himself John Constantine’s apprentice. The kid gazed up at him, all big brown eyes and innocence, his tongue flitting out to wet full lips in a manner that made John fight down arousal.
“Uh, John… I don’t know what that Bastard told you…” Constantine interrupted him, fury still thrumming through his body and increasing as he tried not to give into the arousal that was quickly flooding his system.
“His names Balthazar. Can’t even say your boyfriends name, kid?” Chas was glaring at him now, puppy brown eyes sparking with defiance and irritation.
“He’s not my *boryfreind* Constantine, he’s the man who is fucking me without permission!” Constantine sneered down at him, leaning in and pressing the boy into the couch by a hand on his shoulder.
“Why should he gain permission? You’re such a whore you’d bend over for anybody wouldn’t you.” Not a question and Chas’ eyes go wide as John’s words hit his brain. John doesn’t really mean them. He CAN’T really mean them. “Don’t act innocent with me kid, I’ve seen the looks you give other men. You were *inviting* Balthazar to take you, you’ve been inviting every man, woman, and half-breed to bend that inviting ass over for months. Including me.”
“J-john…” Chas stutters out, but Constantine’s too close his eyes burning into Chas’ and his voice slipping insidious whispers into his mind. He hadn’t done any of that surely? He’d looked at John, yeah, and wondered what it would be like, true, but he’d never thought of another man that way! He had never done anything to deliberately invite…. rape!!!
“If I asked right now kid you’d sell yourself like a whore to me too wouldn’t you. How much would it cost, fifty bucks? One hundred? Or nothing at all.” And John’s left hand kept the boy pinned while his right drifted to the boys groin and gave it a squeeze. “Already hard.”
Chas had frozen; mind going blank and eyes wide as a deer in headlights. John was groping him, and insulting him and holy shit! He was unzipping Chas’ pants!
“John! John stop!” He tried futilely to get away from John, but the older man’s hand held him in place. He watched with fear filled eyes as Constantine pulled his pants off his legs, taking his shoes with them, and then ripped his boxers off.
“What’s this?” John looked over the contraption strapped to the boy and sneered. “A little toy to keep you happy while your lovers away?” He pushed the boy back on the couch until he was lying prone, and then spread his legs to see just what the contraptions purpose was. “Ah. I see.” John reached down and pulled at the plastic embedded in Chas, and the boy let out a whimper at the movement, his cock giving a jerk as it began to fill with more blood. Chas wanted desperately to remain unaroused but knew it was futile, his body had betrayed him too much lately and he knew that there wasn’t a snowballs chance in hell of him not reacting.
John smirked as he pushed the toy farther into the boy who gave a moan this time. He let go of the dildo and undid the straps of the contraption, snapping off the cock ring and leaving Chas to stare at him in bewilderment. “If I’m gonna play with you, I want you to cum.”
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Chas stumbled out of the apartment close to noon, heading for home. He had already called the Cab company from John’s and told them that he was sick and unable to come in today. Not necessarily a lie, he was really in no state to work especially not with a job that would have him sitting down. “Dammit.” He muttered as he hopped on the bus, trying to ignore the looks he got for his state of disarray and the attention drawn by the love marks, and bruises, and limp. He knew what he looked like, and certainly what he smelled like he just hoped no one got close enough to scent his breath until he brushed his teeth, he could still taste the mingled flavors of his and Constantine’s cum. Grabbing hold of one of the rings he cursed both the demon and the demon hunter who had taken an interest in his ass.
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Constantine groaned as he woke up the hangover hitting him right between the eyes. “Fuck.” He groaned and tried to remember what happened last night, he hoped he hadn’t done anything stupid. Standing and getting dressed John turned to spot the blood and semen stained sheets and grabbed his dresser as the memories of last night returned with a jolt. Balthazar had been fucking Chas, John had drunk almost an entire bottle of whisky in one swallow, Chas had showed up, John had…
“Christ.” The exorcist swallowed, he only had a hazy remembrance of his words to Chas but… that was enough. And following the insults and degradation had been sex and John had not been gentle. With Chas already lubed and stretched by Balthazar and his ‘toy’ John had just plowed into the teenager, who had arched and screamed and shouted not entirely from pain. He’d orgasmed with John and had fallen asleep with him. Now though the boy was gone, and Constantine had no illusions about him coming back.
“Chas.” He murmured to himself. “I’m sorry.”
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In his penthouse apartment Balthazar swirled brandy in his crystal brandy glass, lifting up the vintage to sniff at it as a smirk appeared on his face. Everything was going to plan.
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: ... off screen almost rape. And apparently Balthazar has a plan. I'm so sorry people, on a good note I finally got to the Chastine! XD
Feedback: Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!!!! I crave it- like Bubblegum!
Summary: Oh dear god. John yells and Chas and then gets to know him biblically. Chas leaves, John repents, Balthazar smirks.
Chas could see that John was angry, no too mild a term, John was *pissed* and in more ways then one. How John Constantine had gotten drunk between the time Balthazar left and the time Chas arrived was a mystery to the teenager. “Sit. Down.” John growled at him and Chas did, wincing as his sore ass hit the lumpy couch and resisting the impulse to squirm as the toy moved inside of him. No way was he going to ask John to lay off the tirade so he could remove it.
“Explain.” John glared down at the irresponsible brat who had the nerve to call himself John Constantine’s apprentice. The kid gazed up at him, all big brown eyes and innocence, his tongue flitting out to wet full lips in a manner that made John fight down arousal.
“Uh, John… I don’t know what that Bastard told you…” Constantine interrupted him, fury still thrumming through his body and increasing as he tried not to give into the arousal that was quickly flooding his system.
“His names Balthazar. Can’t even say your boyfriends name, kid?” Chas was glaring at him now, puppy brown eyes sparking with defiance and irritation.
“He’s not my *boryfreind* Constantine, he’s the man who is fucking me without permission!” Constantine sneered down at him, leaning in and pressing the boy into the couch by a hand on his shoulder.
“Why should he gain permission? You’re such a whore you’d bend over for anybody wouldn’t you.” Not a question and Chas’ eyes go wide as John’s words hit his brain. John doesn’t really mean them. He CAN’T really mean them. “Don’t act innocent with me kid, I’ve seen the looks you give other men. You were *inviting* Balthazar to take you, you’ve been inviting every man, woman, and half-breed to bend that inviting ass over for months. Including me.”
“J-john…” Chas stutters out, but Constantine’s too close his eyes burning into Chas’ and his voice slipping insidious whispers into his mind. He hadn’t done any of that surely? He’d looked at John, yeah, and wondered what it would be like, true, but he’d never thought of another man that way! He had never done anything to deliberately invite…. rape!!!
“If I asked right now kid you’d sell yourself like a whore to me too wouldn’t you. How much would it cost, fifty bucks? One hundred? Or nothing at all.” And John’s left hand kept the boy pinned while his right drifted to the boys groin and gave it a squeeze. “Already hard.”
Chas had frozen; mind going blank and eyes wide as a deer in headlights. John was groping him, and insulting him and holy shit! He was unzipping Chas’ pants!
“John! John stop!” He tried futilely to get away from John, but the older man’s hand held him in place. He watched with fear filled eyes as Constantine pulled his pants off his legs, taking his shoes with them, and then ripped his boxers off.
“What’s this?” John looked over the contraption strapped to the boy and sneered. “A little toy to keep you happy while your lovers away?” He pushed the boy back on the couch until he was lying prone, and then spread his legs to see just what the contraptions purpose was. “Ah. I see.” John reached down and pulled at the plastic embedded in Chas, and the boy let out a whimper at the movement, his cock giving a jerk as it began to fill with more blood. Chas wanted desperately to remain unaroused but knew it was futile, his body had betrayed him too much lately and he knew that there wasn’t a snowballs chance in hell of him not reacting.
John smirked as he pushed the toy farther into the boy who gave a moan this time. He let go of the dildo and undid the straps of the contraption, snapping off the cock ring and leaving Chas to stare at him in bewilderment. “If I’m gonna play with you, I want you to cum.”
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Chas stumbled out of the apartment close to noon, heading for home. He had already called the Cab company from John’s and told them that he was sick and unable to come in today. Not necessarily a lie, he was really in no state to work especially not with a job that would have him sitting down. “Dammit.” He muttered as he hopped on the bus, trying to ignore the looks he got for his state of disarray and the attention drawn by the love marks, and bruises, and limp. He knew what he looked like, and certainly what he smelled like he just hoped no one got close enough to scent his breath until he brushed his teeth, he could still taste the mingled flavors of his and Constantine’s cum. Grabbing hold of one of the rings he cursed both the demon and the demon hunter who had taken an interest in his ass.
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Constantine groaned as he woke up the hangover hitting him right between the eyes. “Fuck.” He groaned and tried to remember what happened last night, he hoped he hadn’t done anything stupid. Standing and getting dressed John turned to spot the blood and semen stained sheets and grabbed his dresser as the memories of last night returned with a jolt. Balthazar had been fucking Chas, John had drunk almost an entire bottle of whisky in one swallow, Chas had showed up, John had…
“Christ.” The exorcist swallowed, he only had a hazy remembrance of his words to Chas but… that was enough. And following the insults and degradation had been sex and John had not been gentle. With Chas already lubed and stretched by Balthazar and his ‘toy’ John had just plowed into the teenager, who had arched and screamed and shouted not entirely from pain. He’d orgasmed with John and had fallen asleep with him. Now though the boy was gone, and Constantine had no illusions about him coming back.
“Chas.” He murmured to himself. “I’m sorry.”
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In his penthouse apartment Balthazar swirled brandy in his crystal brandy glass, lifting up the vintage to sniff at it as a smirk appeared on his face. Everything was going to plan.