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A/N: Go read the 1st chapter's warning. Yes, this is a Lu/John pairing. Yes, there will probably be slash.
Drawing You Down Chapter III – The pictures just won't fade…..Once again, he was standing in the empty intersection. He got about halfway through it this time before the gravity seemed to increase and forced him to his knees. He knew what was coming and kept his gaze focused in front so that he saw Lucifer as he appeared. The man just smiled at him and crouched down to him level.
"Here we are again. After we were so rudely interrupted last time. I believe i was reminding you of my claim?" His grin widened as the exorcist glared at him.
"Claim? You have no claim to me anymore. Remember, God let me in." John felt the devil's hand on his torso and instantly was wary, remembering vividly the events surrounding the Spear of Destiny. He still woke up from nightmares of the man's hands digging into his lungs and ripping the cancer from them, forcing him to stay alive and keeping him from entering Heaven. Of course, even remembering the pain didn't prepare him to feel it again as Satan's hand plunged into his chest as though it were made of liquid and wrapped around his heart. He didn't do anything else, but the presence alone caused John to scream in pain.
The devil grinned in delight at the sound. "You're wrong John. I still have a very big claim to you and He knows it. Why else would you be here?" The man on the ground in front of him didn't answer, only groaned in pain. Lucifer could see his chest heaving, trying to take in air with limited success. "It's a shame really. All that work you've done, especially since I gave you a third chance at life and you still end up here. Not that I mind." He squeezed his heart lightly and then withdrew his hand, laughing as John started to sag forward, only to be held up by Lucifer's hand.
"Fucking bugger. Don't know why you insist on torturing me personally," he whispered, voice barely audible, chest vibrating with the effort of bringing air into his lungs. He felt the sulfur-filled breath on his skin.
Lucifer brought his face closer to his captive's, his white skin looking almost sickly against the other's tan. "It's only you, John, the John Constantine." He yanked his chin up and kissed him briefly before releasing his chin and letting the exorcist's lean body fall against his own. He looked at the supposedly great man and smirked at the sight of him slumped forward all the way, head resting on his white-jacketed chest. He stayed kneeling for a second longer before standing, watching as John crashed into the unforgiving ground.
Constantine let himself lie there on the concrete, knowing his arms wouldn't support him. Seconds later, he felt a hand roll him over and two hands slide under his body and lift him up. He would have thought that his height would make it impossible for Lu to carry him, but then this was the devil they were talking about, and he shivered violently. His carrier's chest trembled with his glee and his body reacted by shaking more.
He cursed silently because he knew that he made himself out to be stronger than this, but these circumstances were special. It was too much in too short an amount of time. Not only had Lucifer gotten way too close to him, he was now carrying him and that was overwhelming to all his senses. Lucifer's touch alone made his five senses go wacky, but anymore than that and his senses practically went AWOL. His skin crawled where Lucifer's arm was wrapped around his shoulders and under his knees. He started to see dots in his vision and as he lost consciousness, he heard Lucifer say one more thing.
"I have a great many things planned for you, John Constantine, a great many."