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Ch. 3

There he was... John-Fucking-Constantine...in a towel.

He was dripping wet, he was naked, and if he wasn't so damn soapy this would be a very, very interesting moment.

"Can I help you?" he asked as he wondered how Mammon had gotten into his apartment unnoticed.

"You really could help me if you lost the towel. --And, Chas told me how to get in."

He can read minds? "You met Chas."

"I ran into your little friend in the hallway. He introduced himself and told me how to get in. He actually mentioned you were expecting me." The blonde explained with a smile.

...yeah, but not so damn soon.

Now that John was dressed he could go into the next room and not... well, he could still do that...

"So, no towel then?"

"No. No towel."Constantine answered as he walked over to the couch where Mammon sat comfortably. "What do you want, exactly?"

Immediately John regretted asking. Mostly because he already knew the answer... and now he was thinking about the answer... and Mammon was smiling again...

"What goes through your head, John Constantine?"

"Nothing out of the ordinary...Heaven, hell, exorcisms.." he answered with a cheeky grin, "Everyoneneeds a hobby."

"Yes, I've acquired one as well while I've been here..." he said under his breathe as he bit his lip, "...those poor nuns..."

"...so that is why Sister Sara moved to Minnesota." Mammon finished looking very satisfied.

"I think I'm going to be sick..."

"They can't prove anything..." Mammon sat back on the couch as John grabbed a cigarette and a glass of water from the kitchen.

"Don't get too comfortable." Constantine mentioned as he walked back.

"Well, what says you get back in that towel and we can both get 'too comfortable'." Asshole... Now John enjoyed being eyed like a piece of meat as much as any other guy but...

"Well, what says you go fuck yourself?"

"Oh, John, you do like that word don't you?" Mammon had gotten up and was looking down at the darker man.

"Which one?" Constantine asked wearily as he felt the blonde's hand on his neck.

With out warning Mammon grabbed his neck and John felt himself being pinned down as he watched Mammon's lips come inched form his own.

"Fuck."

Before being able to stop himself or the man on top of him John found he wasbiting at the blonde's bottom lip and moaning into his mouth. He felt the warmth of theother manstongue teasing his mouth just as Mammon tasted the nicotine on John's hot breath. Mammon's hand was still rough at the darker man's neck and soon so were his lips. John felt those white pointed teeth biting at his collar bone and up to his ear, then back down to his chest, and they hurt. They hurt really well...

"Ah... Fuck!" He moaned as he felt an almost vampire bite at his right nipple.

Mammon looked up, lips tinted with a small amount of Constantine blood, "mmm... you like that word too much..." He leaned into John and kissed him again, makingJohn taste his own flavor, "I don't think it means what you think it means."

John's eyes shifted as he grabbed Mammon by the belt,and with a very seductive smile he answered,"I know exactly what it means..."