Light in the Dark

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or the actors, sadly.

There is no darkness without light. There is no evil without good. For one without the other means neither exists at all. This is so in the universe, this is so in all people and this is so in half-breed… It's just not well known.

Part 1

Balthazar looked down at the unconscious figure lying before him. He finally had the famous exorcist John Constantine exactly where he wanted him, completely how he wanted him. Hair a mess, clothes torn to bits, blood leaking from the bite wounds he'd inflicted, and new bruises starting form; all from their earlier scuffle. Balthazar inhaled deeply taking in the thick scent of his victory. Other smells came with that scent, smelling of sweat, adrenaline, smoke, anxiety, pain and most lovely of all fear. These smells mixed well with his victory scent and brought an arrogant smirk to his face. There were so many things he could do to Johnny-Boy right now. Now that he was helpless and defenseless both by being unconscious and having been disarmed by Balthazar himself quite a while ago. Balthazar felt like laughing right about now. With one swipe of his arm to Constantine's exposed creamy stomach, his sharp talons would disembowel and shred up Johnny-Boy's intestines. The half-demon bet they would taste delicious; the flavors of alcohol, anger, and nicotine adding to the meal. Johnny-Boy's blood had tasted so good. No, it had tasted beyond delicious, just as he knew it would. The half-breed's eyes shifted toward the deepest of the four bite wounds. It still had yet to begin to scab over and was trickling blood; a testament to how recently it left was left. It was in between the right side of the neck and shoulder, tempting him for another taste. Just as Balthazar began to lean forward pain made itself well known and stopped him. His tussle with Johnny-Boy had been rather violent; he would be feeling it for a few days.

'But nowhere near has badly as Johnny-Boy! That is if I let him live that long…'

Leaning further over the exorcist Balthazar noticed the pale human was completely unaware of his closeness. He however was not. He could feel skin-to-skin transfer of heat his warmth being leeched off his body. The half-breed could feel Johnny-Boy's body rise and fall with each breath. Both sensations where to be expected when one was topping someone, yet it was new to him. Balthazar had never before gotten this close to a living human before. The business demon chose to ignore all this in favor of the yummy bloody treat. Having leaned completely forward, he found that due to their current position and Constantine's damnable height advantage his snack was out of reach. Not to be denied he shoved himself forward and was caught entirely by surprise when the body beneath him jerked in reaction. It seemed the brunette's body was aware of movements even if Johnny-Boy himself was not.

'Must have been reacting to my cock going from half way to completely in. ' Balthazar thought smugly, smiling at his victory over and in John Constantine. The half demon then extended his forked tongue for a lick.

'So scrumptious, so marvelous!' Shouted the creature's mind as he lapped and sucked at the wound. A soft moan interrupted his bliss and made him pull back.

Johnny-Boy was waking up. Eyelids lightly scrunched, then relaxed, before opening a small portion and finally opening all the way. Brown eyes slowly turned from the mirrored ceiling to demonic black eyes. A mixture of dazed confusion and disbelief was gradually being replaced with dawning realization. Physically turning to face the half-demon brought waves of pleasure and pain. John wasn't quick enough to catch the small groan he made from the sensations.

"Sore Johnny-Boy?" Balthazar's voice lacked the usual mocking tone; instead it came across as bit hesitant.