Chapter One

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He stepped out inhaling the chill air. It was good to be back. But feeling good didn't stop the fact that he was also feeling very much the part of the angered demon. Sure, it was the normal reaction. He was sent on a mission, and he accompolished it. He brought the girl exactly where Lu wanted her. The only thing that went wrong was that goddamned exorcist interfering and therefore destroying the whole plan. And what did the boss do?

Banish him, destroy him. He was never to return to Hell, but yet here he was.

Balthazar's lips formed a smirk as he stared out the window of the cab. Lu had offered him a choice: either he went back and kill the one who interrupted one of the most well-developed plans Satan had ever thought up, or eternal torture and pain. He of course chose the latter.

Consequently, Balthazar wasn't looking for a way to totally piss off the Devil so he did as he was told.

"Kill him," Lucifer had said, "and you'll redeem yourself to the fullest extent". Balthazar was gasping for air, his demon form having been beaten and bruised from the torture he had endured the moment he got back from Earth. He smiled and looked up into Lu's glaring face.

"My pleasure," he replied, looking forward to seeing the lovely exorcist again. This time he planned to not only get Lu's revenge, but also his own.

John Constantine was the reason why he had to go back to a pissed off Demon King and endure the punishment of torture for what seemed like an eternity. He was going to enjoy watching Johnny-boy suffer and writhe. He chuckled to himself as the cab driver pulled up to John's apartment complex.

"This is it. Would you like me to come back or are you staying for some time," the driver asked the demon. Balthazar looked at him and sighed contently.

"I'm afraid I'm going to stay, but thank you," he replied with a slight smile, the cabbie nodded.

"No problem, just make sure to call if you need another ride," he said handing Balthazar a service card. He looked it over and placed it in his coat pocket.

"Thank you, you'll probably hear from me again," he said and got out of the car. He looked at the tall building, a smirk forming again. As soon as he heard the cab leave he started walking toward it.

Now what was Johnny Boy's room number again?

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Balthazar knew this was going to surprise Johnny very much, and he couldn't wait to see the look on his face. Balthazar walked smoothly down the hallways, glancing at the room numbers until finally he reached number 213-- John Constantine's home until he could afford a proper house somewhere far from the city.

"Ah," he said with a smirk, "there you are. "

He peered into the eye-hole and looked around inconspicuously. Unsurprisingly, it seemed no one was there; John was probably out exorcising some more little girls. He smiled and leaned back, smoothly looking around then deciding now was the right time to go inside and make himself comfortable. Balthazar walked through the door just as any coniving demon would, and walked through the small apartment.

He saw the living room first in it's trashy state: cigarette butts in a near-by trashcan, an old center table with coffee stained mugs littering it, and an antique looking couch propped against the wall. How distasteful, he thought and moved on. He decided John's bedroom was next , considering how the "living room" looked, he was scared to go in the kitchen. Balthazar walked into his room and his lips curled into a smile. The room was much different then the rest of the apartment.

It was tidy.

The bed was made, comforter matching the sheets, a bedside night table with a classy lamp on top, a furnished wood drawer towering in the corner, and a neat closet that had all of John's suit and tie combinations. The demon almost laughed, and walked over to the closet. He touched the fabrics, subconciously inhaling John's scent which seemed to almost come to life. The smell of smoke and musk, and the faint odor of something like detergent, filled his nostrils making his eyes roll back slightly.

He shook it off of himself, awkwardly shutting the closet door. There was no way the exorcist's clothes were having an effect on him. Balthazar decided he wasn't going to dwell on it and climbed in the large bed. As he layed back into it he sighed contently, for a moment not worrying about how or when he was going to punish the ol' bastard for making his life literally Hell.

John threw his coat on the couch in disgust. How could they not pay him? It was ridiculous how much work he did for nothing. It was common for the families to complain about not having the money and all of that other shit, but now it was really starting to get on his last nerves. Sure, he sounded like an asshole for thinking it but this was his job, his life. It was a disappointment to not get anything in return for his good deeds. As usual.

He sighed, laying on the couch and lighting another smoke. Exhaling the smoke he thought some more.

Maybe God's plan was to just make him suffer some more on Earth, you know, because suicide was probably not a good idea of getting God to smile down on you. He ran a hand absentmindedly through his hair, closing his eyes and exhaling yet another contemplative thought. Whatever it was, life was never going be easy until the time came to have his just reward: eternal life in Heaven. John put his cigarette out in the ashtray next to him, and felt a smile creep into his face. 'That is going to be so fucking wonderful', he thought, and started to drift into sleep, letting his exhaustion take over.

"Hello, darling."

John shot up, body poised for attack.

"Miss me? Cause I have certainly missed that, " Balthazar said, motioning to John's shocked and angered face. How? When, John thought almost growling in rage.

"Balthazar, " and the demon raised an eyebrow in response, "what the fuck? "

Balthazar chuckled in amusement. Johnny was so good at frustration. Balthazar opened his mouth to reply, but John was far from over.

"What the fucking hell are you doing in my apartment? You're... ," he sighed in aggravation, "supposed to be dead. I killed you. I...," he scratched his head in confusion, anger never leaving his features, and Balthazar was enjoying every single minute.

"I thought I did. But how..?" he asked himself more than the demon. Balthazar laughed finally tearing the mood from confusion to being completely pissed.

"Johnny, please," he said with an innocent smile, "let's cut the why's and how's and get down to the real reason I'm here. Mkay? " he asked mockingly.

John glared, and started to feel his anger rise to a dangerous level. His fists clenched and unclenched as Balthazar sat down, crossed his legs, straightened his nice pants out, and motioned to the couch but John just fixed an angry stare.

"The reason for the amiable visit is that you ruined Lu's plans which you knew of course. And so, for that, I'm here to... ," he stopped short noticing the exorcist's eyes narrow in even more anger at the mere mention of his Master's name. Balthazar smirked. Oh, how he loved to watch John squirm. "I'm here to, well... I'm here to kill you. "

After those words were said John's reaction was the strangest thing Balthazar had seen. He started to laugh.

"Why are you laughing? Stop it, " Balthazar told him, but John was heaving with laughter. The demon looked at him glaringly, already getting tired of hearing it. Finally the exorcist stopped laughing, and sat down exhaling a relieving sigh, trying to get his energy back.

"That... ," John said with a hint of smirk in his face, " was funny. I have to say, for a demon you're fucking hilarious. I bet you didn't even know that, did you? " Balthazar just stared. Did this exorcist think he was serious? The demon hissed in anger standing up.

"Are you shitting me? You think I'm joking," he said angrily, his eyes going dangerously dark. "I'm here to destroy you John, and I'm not leaving until I do."

"No, no, I'm sorry, " John said, an amused expression on his face, "I don't think your orders were right."

"And why do you say that? "

"Because if that asshole Lucifer had any fucking common sense, he would know that you're the last one he should ever send for 'revenge missions'. You're weak, Bally. We all know this. "

Balthazar's face flared in anger as he lunged at the exorcist's throat. He pinned John's arms above his head on the floor and growled.

"You have no idea who you're talking to, Johnny ", he whispered harshly against John's neck, making John struggle slightly. "Now I have you here, on the floor, helpless. " He saw John clench his teeth in anger and tried to free the demon's grip but he was failing. Balthazar smiled, his eyes roaming over John's straining face, which finally gave up and he could see those brown eyes open and stare back. Was that defeat in his eyes?

"Whose weak now, darling? " he murmured, John flinching at his term of endearment.

"Get the fuck off of me, or I'll deport your sorry ass back-"

" -to hell. I know " the demon nodded, " bloody hell, you need to come up with a new catchphrase. It's starting to get old. " John just glared.

"Don't tell me what to fucking do, you goddamn half-breed. Let me go or else...," he said threateningly, but Balthazar only chuckled.

"Johnny, can we cut the tough act? We've known each other for over 14 years. We both knew it was going to end this way," John gave him a questioning look.

"What are you talking about now," he asked the demon. Balthazar sighed with irritation.

"Shit, you're dumb for an exorcist," he mumbled to himself, and John struggled against him again in anger. "Stop it. Now, what I meant to say was we knew we'd end up here. Either of us killing the other. In some death match or whatever you fucking humans call it. It's inevitable, " he tightened his grip on John's wrist, exhaling another hot breath on John's pale neck, making the exorcist shiver and turn his head away to try and hide it.

Balthazar then noticed their position. His legs on either side of John, the exorcist's arms above his head held there by his own, his breath ghosting over the lovely face that was... wait, lovely? There was that burning feeling he felt again. It made his heart beat faster and he could almost feel the same coming from John. His eyes shut as he sniffed the air, smelling John's scent encircle him. It was fear, and anger, and... arousal? Balthazar's eyes shot open hearing John say something to him.

"Get off, you shit! Jesus," he was straining against him. Balthazar wanted to point and laugh desperately now. John was aroused by all of this!

It was very easy to see why; being on the floor on top of him, whispering against the exorcist's ear, crotch faintly brushing against his own, the heat which surrounded their bodies. He noticed all of these things. Was this why the exorcist hated him so much? Was the hate stemmed from pure attraction and consuming lust?

He felt a chuckle escape. After realizing that they both liked the 'relationship' they shared, he decided now was a good time to play with Johnny. He licked his lips, and felt John stiffen under him. Literally. Balthazar wanted to laugh out loud and moan John's name.

"I see you're thinking of your lady friend, again," the demon said with a lusty smile, "Tsk, tsk, Johnny. All excited underneath me. " John's eyes widened and he tried his escape again. Balthazar got even closer to John's confused face, and with his tounge licked his cheek, feeling the stubble-roughened skin shiver.

"Balthazar-"

"No," the demon said pulling back, "please. "

John stopped, but looked even more confused. Balthazar's eyes roamed over his face again, his breaths coming a little faster now, his mind fleeing and his body taking over. This wasn't revenge anymore. The demons logic had left him as soon as he stepped into the apartment and human side had triumphed.

Fuck Lu and double fuck redemption. John was under him, aroused, and so was he. Oh, now he knew why pants tightened. Whatever. He was here, now, and all he wanted was the exorcist. Every.. single.. part.

"I wasn't thinking of her, " John said lowly, eyes cast down causing the demon's eyes to focus on John's lips, "It was you...Always you. "

And John's lips crashed to his, without any more thought or words. Lips tasted and nipped at each other. Balthazar's eyes rolled back and he thought he had finally lost it. Any protests left as soon as John's lips opened and his tounge started to fuck deeply into the demon's mouth. Moans ripped through Balthazar's throat, and he kissed him back just as hard. It was like that for a few minutes until John pulled back, small gasps leaving his lips.

"More," Balthazar said lowly, nuzzling John's neck, and leaving small harsh kisses on his throat. John moaned and panted. "Don't tease me, John, I know you too well," he growled.

"Then you've known that I've wanted you," the exorcist's voice coming out lust-filled, " all this time. I've known it, maybe never wanted to admit it, but I knew. Fuck, I knew. " The demon moaned, trying to get more physical contact by grinding his hips down. John gasped, and flipped their positions.

"Question is," he said licking his own lips this time, "do you want me? " Balthazar was writhing impatiently now. He wanted to have a conversation now? He really was stupid.

"God fucking damn it, John, " he whimpered out, " don't make me beg you. "

John smiled.

"Why not? I have every right to. You barge into my apartment, threaten to destroy me, for your own benefit might I add, and you know that I want to fuck you senseless so you purposefully try to seduce me. So, beg me. Now," he said smugly with a knowing smirk on his face. Balthazar growled frustratedly.

"You bastard, I didn't know you wanted this, I just noticed," he said angrily, which made his blood rush to his groin even more if it was possible. John looked at him in disbelief.

"Sure," he said shrugging it off, "whatever. Just answer me. " His face lowered to the demon's and Balthazar whimpered again. How was it that this human was having such an effect on him? Either way, he was going to have him.

"Yes," Balthazar whispered, staring at John with the deepest voice he could muster, "I want you. Goddamn it, just fuck me already. Please, " he wanted to cry his arousal was so hard, straining against those blasphemous pants. John smiled.

"That's all I wanted, " he said, and in a quick motion captured Balthazar's lips once again. They kissed heatedly and before the demon knew what was going on John pulled him up without breaking their kiss. John pushed Balthazar on his couch and before Balthazar could protest against it John was back on his lips, then down to his neck.

"Oh God, John," the demon hissed. John licked down his flesh which was set aflame as soon as the lips touched skin.

"No time for talking," the exorcist replied, and started grinding his hips down while trying to undo Balthazar's dress shirt. Where did his coat go? he thought as his moans elevated higher as John got lower. He looked over with half-lidded eyes and saw that it was somehow taken off at one point. John at that moment managed to get the demon's shirt open and attacked the flesh right away.

"Oh, Jesus, just take it off, shit," Balthazar moaned, sitting up and letting John pull it off of him. As soon as it was off, Balthazar did the same to John, unbuttoning then pulling it off. There were no words, John wanted it that way so that was the way it was going. Balthazar noticed how John looked at his naked torso and smiled, standing up he started pulling the belt buckle away, then finally pulling his pants and briefs down his body. John swallowed and felt his pants tighten so hard he was afraid they would explode. It was going to happen. He was going to fuck Balthazar.

"Are you going to stare all day or get on with it, love," the demon asked, a lusty glint in his eyes. John smiled back.

"Hmm, " John said, walking over to the demon and inspecting what he was going to have, "I'll get on with it alright. Just looking at you gets me so fucking hot. How am I not supposed to get on with it? " he whispered against Balthazar's shivering skin. The demon chuckled then faced him.

"Then," he said bluntly, "fuck me. Now. " he demanded lowly.

John's breath caught in his throat then pushed Balthazar back on the couch and attacked his neck. The demon gasped at the forceful impact and moaned when John started sucking on the spot underneath his earlobe. His cock was straining against John's jeans and before he could get up and completely undress him John stood up and quickly discarded them. That takes care of that, Balthazar thought and then was pushed back into the ecstasy that was John Constantine. Now they were fully bare against each other, the demon grinding up against John's cock then John grabbing his face and kissing him hard on the mouth. They stayed this way for awhile: kissing, tasting each other on the other's mouth, hips thrusting down on hips, moans ripping from both of their throats, sweat already forming, until Balthazar couldn't take it anymore.

"Stop, just...oh,please," he gasped as he pulled away from John's face, "John, just fuck me. I'm so fucking hard."

"Whatever you want, Bally," he panted lowly. He reached into the drawer next to the couch and pulled out some lube. Balthazar panted and watched as John slowly slicked himself up. He want to get fucked into the armrest of the couch. There was something deliciously hot about John and him, fucking in his apartment, on his couch, sweaty and completely immersed in ecstasy. It was going to be fan-fucking-tastic.

John parted his legs, then finding his hole, circled the ring of sensitive flesh. Balthazar gasped as the finger entered and started to work itself into him deeper; it was even better then he thought. There was the sting of pain at first, but John added another finger and the other and - oh, fireworks. The demon moaned as John hit his prostate with his index finger.

"Shit, fuck," he whimpered. He knew the exorcist was smirking that damned smug little smile when he had something up his sleeve. Or fucking demons, apparently.

"Soon," John whispered against his ear, twisting his finger inside once more than pulling out, Balthazar letting out a gasp. "God you're so.. gorgeous like this. "

Balthazar wasn't thinking coherently but he wasn't for the compliments now. Only the sex, please , he thought, 'endearments later. Maybe '. His lips crushed against John's and then they were moaning again. There wasn't time for thinking, because if they did, then this wouldn't be happening. It could end in an instant if there were moments. Moments of weakness. Balthazar didn't believe he had it in him to be weak. This is the way he wanted it. Hard, fast, loud, wreckless, hungry, and John. Just him, and the exorcist, fucking. Pure sex. It seemed Constantine had agreed with the demon. John grabbed a fistful of Balthazar's hair as he kissed him back hard. Balthazar pulled away, making John moan at the loss.

"I need you," Balthazar spoke harshly, " I need this. No more stalling. " John nodded and kissed his lips again. The exorcist fisted his cock again, getting ready to enter the demon. He wasn't sure if it was smart to just go ahead and fuck Balthazar, hardly prepared, but if he insisted upon it then he would go and indulge him. John moved over him, and pushed Balthazar completely on to his back. Rubbing his thighs apart once again, John took his hard cock and placed it over the opening, then hesitating pulled back. Balthazar growled and shoved himself on John's cock forcefully, making John groan out loud.

"God, you really didn't want to go slow, did you? " he said through a ragged breath. The demon panted, trying to get used to the invasion of his body. He shook his head.

" Just fuck me John, " he whispered, " that's all I want. " John grinned wickedly.

"Okay, " he said pulling out slowly, then thrusting back hard. Balthazar gasped loudly. " Like that? " John panted out.

"Fuck, yes " the demon moaned out, the pain was subsiding and the pleasure was overwhelming his entire body, "shit, just fuck me harder." John pulled out, and repeated his actions again. They were both in complete rapture. John started to fuck Balthazar faster, hitting his prostate every other thrust.

"Ah, shit," Balthazar was barely audible as John fucked him long and hard. The exorcist picked up the demons legs and put them over his shoulders. He thrust in again, getting a different angle, and the demons mouth went in the shape of an 'o'. John's thrusts were hard, fast, and mindblowing. Balthazar felt his body get pushed back further onto the armrest, the couch springs sounded like they were to break very soon. While his vision blurred as his ass was being pounded hard, John's breath was ragged against his neck. Balthazar's arms hung on to the exorcist's neck as he panted.

"Fuck, Bally," John said hotly as his cock hit Balthazar's prostate dead-on, the demon's breath was coming faster and faster, "I'm almost there..., " his body was shaking and Balthazar's head dropped back and his breath shuddered out of him. "So.. fucking.. close. "

Balthazar's mind was reeling. John had sped up his thrusts, his body moving frantically against the demon's, sweat glistening and pants echoing each other. Suddenly Balthazar was fucking himself against John's cock, causing the exorcist to gasp, his orgasm approaching rapidly.

"I'm... fuck yes, shit!" John grunted out his orgasm and kept thrusting hard into the demon below him. Balthazar's eyes opened as he felt John's come enter him in hot spurts, filling his ass to it's fullest.

"Oh, god," the demon rasped as his own orgasm shook his body, his own come erupting and falling against their chests. John fell on Balthazar's chest, and tried to regain his breath. He pulled himself out finally and sat down, breath back to normal and his head going to his hands. Balthazar's own breath was back, and he tilted his head to the side, his brown curls covering an eye. A smirk formed and he chuckled slightly.

"What now? " John turned his face to look at him.

"Oh, nothing, " the demon said, turning his face to John, " just thought of something. "

"Like? " John asked drowsily, too sated to care. The smirk was still there, mischievous and pure Balthazar.

"Like, " the demon repeated, "how fucking good it was to hear you pant like a bitch in heat. That," John glared at him, " and the fact that I realized that you were..." John waited, now sitting back and arms crossed, " goddamned bloody good at sex." John's eyebrows went up in amusement.

"Really?"

"No, I'm lying. " he said, nodding sarcastically. John glared at him.

"You know, I could seriously send you- "

"Johnny," Balthazar's form had sat up and now his finger lingered on John's lips, "cut the exorcist shit. I just had your cock up my ass. Doesn't that warrant you to shut up about sending me back? "

John thought about it. He sort of had a point. John removed the demon's finger from his lip and forced his mouth on Balthazar's. They pulled away, foreheads resting against the other's.

"Better? " John asked, his voice deep and making the demon's lower regions stir slightly again.

"Mmm, " he replied, pulling away. Balthazar shakingly stood, taking the blanket that was draped on the top of the couch and wrapped it around himself.

"I think maybe we should talk more about this, " John smiled and looked over the demon's body with predatory eyes, "in the bedroom." John stood, not bothering to cover his nude body and pulled the blanket away. His hand ghosted over Balthazar's toned abdomen, finger grazing the spot on his chest that he marked.

" Yeah, " he said back, " good idea. " Balthazar smiled. Maybe destroying John was the best plan Lucifer ever had, even though it had backfired.

Completely.