Chapter Two

Balthazar's lips moved against John's as they stumbled their way to the bedroom. Not wasting anymore time John forcefully kissed the demon into incoherency. Now they were well on their way to their second tumble when Balthazar was pushed back on the bed.

" Mm, " he moaned, their lips gliding and parting, " wait, " he panted against John's mouth. He put his hands against John's chest but John pushed them back to where they were. He wasn't going to let Balthazar stop, not now, not when he was hard and ready to go again. John's mouth moved down to the demon's neck, sucking, nibbling, then up to his ear. Balthazar gasped. John was licking the outer shell of his ear, then his tounge had taken the lobe into his hot mouth. The action caused Balthazar to melt, his nude body laying back subconciously. The room felt like it had risen another 90 degrees, the exorcist now on top of him, their bodies pressing against another. John slid further down, letting Balthazar's hands run through his hair. He started licking, almost desperately, almost wanting to memorize how the demon tasted and remember where he marked him. He mapped out places with his tounge stopping at his hip, then dipping his tounge in the navel, kissing down the stomach feverishly.

" Can't get enough of this, " he whispered, rubbing his cheek against the demon's lower abdomen, eliciting a shudder from the body beneath his, " can't get enough of you. " Balthazar pulled John up and kissed him, a kiss that clearly said he was impatient.

" No more teasing, Johnny " he growled pulling away, then softly pushed John away and scooted himself back into the pillows. The exorcist watched in amusement as the demon got comfortable. He finally rested back on his elbows, spreading his legs apart slightly, showing off the tight muscles and the tanned glowing skin, looking good enough to lick. John's throat felt constricted and dry. Balthazar's curls hung down, again covering an eye which made his whole face seem more attractive if that was possible. His eyes were a dark brown, a red gleam shining only a little, his lusty gaze falling on John's body and a smile that nearly made John come right there. The exorcist felt it was time to leave sanity and reason to Hell, and pounced on Balthazar. The demon's legs wrapped itself around John's body and he ground his hips up to meet the other's. John moaned, grinding down and meeting thrusts that were given back. Their cocks slid against another and Balthazar's hand shakily reached back and rubbed sensually against John's tattoo. John bit back a moan and moved his body tighter against the demon's. He pulled away and spread Balthazar's legs quickly, now joining in the demon's impatience.

John reached to the other drawer and pulled a tube of lube out, unscrewing the cap and pouring a good amount on his fingers then slicking his cock up, biting his lip in order to keep from coming. Balthazar's hand was on his own, which made it all the more hotter. John moved his hand away and got to his knees, wrapping Balthazar's legs around his pale body, moving over him and letting his breath fall upon the demon's neck. He positioned his member against the pulsing hole, then guided the head into the tight channel; Balthazar gasped letting his head fall back on the pillows, John groaning and pushing even farther into him.

" John, " the demon whispered hotly into his ear, " let me... " John's half-lidded eyes opened and saw Balthazar bite his lip, maybe wondering if he should continue.

" Yes? " John said, his voice slightly wavering. He knew if he didn't thrust into the body beneath him he would implode spontaneously. Balthazar's eyes glinted with lust and the exorcist groaned inwardly.

" Let me.. " he panted, " ride you. " John's eyes widened, realizing the closeness Balthazar's lips had been to his ear, and shuddered at the words. " I want to ride you. Your cock, " he emphasized with a lick down the ear, " you pounding it into my ass, making me moan out your name, you panting out mine, " pausing he chuckled, " I'm just full of good ideas, huh Johnny? " John's eyes had closed again, his blood rushing even faster to his groin. Balthazar thrusted up softly, trying to get the exorcist's attention. John made a noise in his throat and pushed all the way into the demon, causing them both to intake a breath loudly. Then Balthazar was pushing against him, wasting no time in getting exactly what he wants. He managed to push himself off of John's cock, which made him hiss out slightly in pain. He felt John lie down, in a similar position to where he was. Resting on elbows, legs bent at the knees, a stare that shot straight to the demon's cock and a smile to match it. Balthazar shivered at the look, now feeling vulnerable. ' No matter, ' he thought, ' this is what I want and this is what I'll have. ' He gave the exorcist a curved sensual smirk, crawling over to him, hovering over his face, then capturing the lips with his teeth, biting and sucking. He felt it. A shudder ran through John's body, but nonetheless his hands went to the demon's head, kissing him heatedly back. It was a kiss of sex; uninhibited, lusty, and desperate. Before it got out of hand, the demon pulled away, hesitating at the lips, his breath caressing John's mouth.

" Time for the ride of your life, darling " he murmured. John's eyes closed, hearing the demon's words strike him like hot oil. Balthazar turned his body around, lifting himself on his knees, then looking back saw where he should be positioning himself. John watched the demon, his breathing impatient. Balthazar had placed his hands on either side of John and slowly let himself down, suddenly feeling the head of John's cock push itself into him. He gasped, eyebrows arching slightly in pain and pleasure.

" Oh, fuck, " John's head fell back and his hands gripped the sheets; there wasn't anything hotter than what he opened his eyes to see. Balthazar bit his lip and continued to sit down until he was finally filled up with the exorcist's cock. He shut his eyes and tried to adjust, when he felt John grind his hips up softly.

" Jesus Christ, John, " he whispered. John had hit his spot faintly, and the demon panted, heat enveloping his entire body. " Just.. God, let me.. get used to it first. You're bloody huge, you know. " John softly chuckled through half-lidded eyes.

" Sorry, let me know when- " Balthazar lifted himself up then sat back down hard against him, he groaned " shit, Bally. Do that.. " he panted, " again. " He didn't have to see the demon's face to know he was smirking.

" Mm, yes, " Balthazar had adjusted and had tried to see if his plan would work the way he wanted it to. Seems like it did. His mind was struck again with a thought. Smiling, he lifted himself up, then turning his body, he sat down. Now he was looking straight into the exorcist's face. It was abso-fucking-lutely beautiful. John's forehead and chest glistened in sweat, eyes glazed over in lust, black hair loose against his forehead, his mouth open, panting only slightly, and his hands were now on the demon's hips, holding him tightly there.

" Don't ever, " he rasped to the demon, " do that without warning me first. Got it? " Balthazar smiled, then rolled his hips in response. John moaned his approval. Now that was goddamned hot. The demon lifted himself up, then sat back down. He felt the exorcist's cock hit his spot dead-on after three more times and he saw stars. It was the best thing he had ever felt. Gasping he started fucking himself hard on the exorcist, both of them suffocating in heat and pleasure. John held the demon's hips, trying his hardest not to pound so hard into him but at the same time he held his grip tight. His eyes rolled back, feeling the bed springs underneath bounce and the demon moaning his name out and cursing under his breath.

" God, oh yes, " Balthazar was too incoherent to know what he was saying or thinking anymore, all he wanted was to come and John too, " bloody hell, John, " he said huskily, bouncing on the exorcist's lap while John was grunting and groaning out, " fuck me, Bally. " The demon's body glistened in sweat, his breath coming in short intakes, his mouth ajar and profanities spilling out. John gripped the demon's hips harder and started to thrust into him even harder. John's mouth hung open, his body taking over and fucking Balthazar. It seemed there were no words, well no real coherent words.

" Make me, " Balthazar's words were almost inaudible, his body moving frantically, " come. Shit, John, make me fucking come for you. "

" God, " his cock was being impaled upon faster and faster, his fingers held tightly to the hips on him, " yes, come for me. Bally, come for me baby. "

" Oh shit, fuck yeah, " Balthazar lost control, feeling his orgasm rapidly approaching, his ass was being pounded so hard and his pleasure spot being hit every single time, " I'm coming for you... now.. shit " John panted, feeling his own orgasm coming in fast. He thrusted up into the demon, moaning out " baby, come for me. " Balthazar's mouth opened in a silent scream, then he groaned brokenly, his come falling against him. He was in a lusted daze but continued to moan and fuck himself against the exorcist's cock. John felt Balthazar's tight passage start to milk him, his breath was coming in faster, and his cock continued pounding into the demon.

" Fuck yes, Bally " he grunted out and he thrusted one last time into Balthazar, the demon moaned as he felt John empty himself completely. Balthazar lifted himself off of the exorcist's lap, wincing slightly then laying back against the pillows where John was still getting his heart back to normal level. He sighed absentmindedly. John glanced at him.

" What? " he asked. He hated not knowing what that half-breed was thinking. Balthazar just smiled, and closed his eyes.

" Nothing, John. Don't worry your pretty little head about it. " he waved it off and turned over to face the other side. John exhaled the breath he held.

" No, seriously, " he said persistently resting his weight on an elbow, " tell me. " Balthazar turned back around, and for a second John thinks he's going to reply with some threat or sarcasm dripping in that annoying British asshole demeanor, but he was met with something else. Balthazar moved his head closer and closer until he captured John's lips with his own. John was too surprised to protest so he kissed him back, just as slow and long. The demon's tounge snaked it's way into his mouth and they kissed passionately for what seemed like minutes. The demon pulled away, gazing at the confusion and amusement in John's face. Chuckling he turned back around.

" Like I said, " he murmured closing his eyes, " it's nothing. " John stared at the demon's back, admiring the back muscles strain as Balthazar found a comfortable position. He sighed. This was going to be very interesting. He laid down on his own side. He couldn't help but wonder if he should just turn back around and kiss the demon again. With as much softness and lips as Balthazar gave. ' Shit, ' he thought, shifting into his own comfort spot, ' what have I gotten myself into.. '

The moon shone into the room, shadows of the surrounding apartment complexs' flickering against the blinds, and distant car noises were faintly honking and beeping. Balthazar stirred, his eyes slowly opening, then noticing he was under bed covers his eyes opened completely. His eyes scanned the room he was in, and as he was about to get up he felt a pair of arms around his waist holding protectively. His mind raced and his heart started beating. Who was it? I can't remember. What happened, his mind started to race with questions he wasn't sure should be answered, Bed? Did I..? John... Shit... Fuck. Balthazar's eyes closed in realization. Everything started flooding back like a dam that had broken. And it had broken... completely. Memories came in pairs. First John being pissed off that he had broken into his apartment, then yelling as always, then he had pissed off the demon, Balthazar pinning him down, John kissing him, him kissing the exorcist back, a flash of John's bare back straining against him, his moans of surprise and pleasure, then doing it all over again in... his bed.

Balthazar mentally kicked himself. How could that have happened in that short amount of time? Of course he knew how but, it had been so spontaneous and wonderful and to be honest he had never felt that way about sex with anyone much less a human. He remembered how rough John had been, and the anger put into their kisses, touches flaming his skin; he had been turned on in ways he never thought he would when the exorcist had his way with him. Twice. His eyes closed again. How could he have been so weak when it came down to John and the hold he had on him? Balthazar remembered the confession John had made.

" Then you'll know that I want you, " the exorcist's voice came out lust-filled, " all this time, I've known it, maybe never wanted to admit it, but I do. Fuck, I do. "

The demon's eyes opened. John Constantine always wanted him. His enemy. His nemesis. The person he'd most want to destroy. But now, that had all changed. They fucked. Well, twice. Suddenly John made a 'hm' noise, probably meaning he was also stirring. Balthazar held his breath as the exorcist got comfortable, letting his left hand trail down the demon's chest, then lower toward... Balthazar bit his lip. John started to stroke his cock under the blanket, the demon's eyes rolling back in sudden pleasure. Why is he doing this to me, he thought, then John had stopped his ministrations abruptly and went back to sleep, his breath resting on Balthazar's neck. The demon sighed in relief, and decided now was the time to get out from the exorcist's embrace. There was no telling what else he could to him if he stayed in the bed any longer. As he slowly slid inch by inch out from John's arms, Balthazar wanted to sigh loudly in frustration. He was comfortable and warm under those thick covers and clean sheets that made up John's wickedly delicious bed. And now he had to get up from his position and decide what he was going to do next. His feet touched the cream-colored carpet first, his toes flexing and savoring the soft feel of it. Then sliding under John's arms he stood upright next to the bed, glancing at the exorcist's sleeping form. Balthazar's face crinkled in amusement. John's arm was hanging off the side, his mouth open slightly and a light snore was coming out. His hair was messy and black, covering half an eye, his face looking stressed as always. The demon admired John's face; his eyebrows were together as if many thoughts ran them, his eyes shut tight in the same tense state, and that's when Balthazar felt it. Sympathy overwhelmed him. He never noticed how much John sacraficed for the good of humanity.

It was always John doing the right thing, and him just being the asshole he was paid to be. All the while rattling everyone else's cages, especially Constantine's. It all started when they were both teenagers. John had been seeing the dead and evil since he had been a boy, and when he was 17 he had decided to try to end his life. Seeing as though suicide never went too well with the "big guy upstairs", Lucifer had sent one of his own to retrieve the teen's soul. He chose Balthazar, the new arrival who had also committed suicide at 16. He was in deep depression over the death of his father and mother. Balthazar's eyes closed slightly. The memories were still there...

" Hutchinson? " the man called out in the isolated police room. The teen had been crying. He glanced up, his face red and worn with sadness.

" Yes, " he said. The man looked at him, his own face in obvious worry and sympathy.

" Son, come with us " the man motioned to a small room in the back. Balthazar followed with his head down, the brown curls falling over his face as was its habit. With a click of the door, the officer shuffled around getting a folder which looked to be one of certain cases. Balthazar glanced around, noticing the bareness of it all. The white walls, a doctor's office looking couch against one of them, a table in the center, chairs that were so comfortable they were uncomfortable (if that makes sense), and one window. He noticed the damp misty air hitting the glass, and hearing the London streets rushing with cars.

" Will you be alright? " Balthazar's attention was brought back to the officer, who was now sitting down, the same worried look on his face. He smiled weakly and shrugged.

" ... Eventually. " he said, and the man nodded, taking out the large envelope labeled 'Murder Cases: Multiple Deaths'. His eyes widened and his throat had dried instantaneously...

" This isn't going to be easy to say, so I won't prolong it, " the man shifted uncomfortably, and Balthazar looked at him. " Your parents they.. " He remembered nodding and letting tears fall, the man asking him if he would be alright again, then he left in a hurry, in a hurry to his flat. Balthazar decided life would never be the same. He had no one. No one wanted him. He wanted to end his life. And he did...

" Hey. " Balthazar jumped in surprise, looking down at John who had his hand on his arm, a sleepy look on his face and the blanket covering only his lower half.

" Hello, " he replied softly, he moved his arm away awkwardly. John studied his face.

" Are you okay? You look-"

" I'm fine. " he said sharply. John winced at the tone the demon gave him. Balthazar turned away. He had to leave and soon, before he regretted something. Balthazar's face glanced at the exorcist again, and he found the same slight hurt and confusion. He knew John wanted to say something to him but he could guess what it was. John might start asking questions, questions about what they had done, and why. 'I shouldn't stay any longer', he thought, 'this wasn't supposed to happen.' Balthazar walked to the bathroom, noticing John looking back up at him, his serious face returning and an 'I know' look gracing his usual tense features. For a moment he wanted to explain. Explain everything, and talk about what happened between them. But as always, he ran away from his fears. And that especially included confronting John.

The demon walked to the bathroom and shut the door behind him. He found a black robe that hung on the door and shrugged it on then looking into the mirror, he noticed his dishelved hair and not its usual slicked back style. His curls now were out of their usual place, his eyes had been dialated and now were returning to their usual brown color, the bright light fading more and more as he analyzed his face. He noticed a pale flush creep out from his tan skin; his body was changing back now that him and John's "play-time" was over. Balthazar noticed whenever he had sex his body would react as any humans would, except for the fact that his body changes back to normal faster. When he got the chance to fuck prostitutes, whores, models, or any woman that would have him, he'd be an animal, and the second the disgusting female would sleep he'd change back. Clean, no love marks, still sated, but nothing. He was back to being the good-looking bastard Lucifer recruited that day he...

" Balthazar? " the voice asked on the other side. The demon looked at the door, already hating the fact that he had stayed this long. " Look, " John sighed, it sounded like he shifted and maybe even closed his eyes in thought, " can we... can we talk? " Balthazar's hands had been resting on the sink but as he heard the exorcists plea, he lifted his slouched form and glanced to the direction of the exorcists voice. 'Why are you doing this?' the demon thought, a frown creeping on his face.

" I know what you're thinking. Well, maybe not, but... " he waited again, not wanting to but he did nonetheless, " I'm not good at this. This, " Balthazar could hear the struggle John had with talking to him, " intimacy thing. " John had scoffed softly. " Listen to me fucking talk, I sound like an ass which I'm not but - no, I mean, " John sighed in frustration. Balthazar smiled softly. 'He is a bloody wanker is what he is,' he thought. " Please, " there was that voice again, " I feel like an idiot talking to myself here. Just... talk to me. " The demon's smile faded only a little. It was hard enough to start to have these flashbacks of the day he officially gave himself over to Lu, and now to have John act all worried and shit wasn't helping either. But Balthazar decided to get over himself, because to be honest he would never act this way with one of his old flames. Or whatever they were called. He let himself walk over to the door and open it. John had walked back to the bed and sat with his head in hands. Balthazar stopped at the doorway. Seeing John like that, made him want to leave now and make it easier on both of them. But he knew as soon as Lucifer found out what happened between them, he'd get a one-way ticket to Hell. The choices he was faced with were almost lose/lose. If he stayed, who knew what they would talk about. A relationship? Would it ever be the same wicked cat-mouse game they'd been playing for years? Would it change for the bad? The good? But if he left, Lu would certainly have his way with him. Punishment, eternal pain. The demon sighed, making John look up.

" Hey, you're out." his face showed obvious relief. Balthazar forced a smile, noticing John had put on one of his white dress shirts and some boxers, not even bothering to button up his shirt which showed a good amount of his chest. Why did he have to look so fucking good all the time? the demon thought . His thoughts were interrupted when John cleared his throat. " So, do you want to...talk about it? " The demon shifted from one foot to the other. " You seemed upset about something when you-"

" It was nothing, " Balthazar forced himself to speak, his voice coming out softer than he would've liked, " just... " he sighed, this was going to be hard, " Look, " the exorcist looked to him like he had been waiting for him to speak for hours, " this isn't going to be easy for me either. Earlier that was just... " John's face looked like he wanted to say something. " It was just me thinking about some stuff, it wasn't anything serious. " John looked a little more relieved. Or so he guessed.

" Well, okay. " The demon nodded, glancing at the floor then at the window. 'Now,' his internal demon urged, 'do it now.' Balthazar sighed. Maybe if he left now Lu would be easier on him. If that were even possible.

" John, " the demon said softly, " I'm gonna go. " John's face, which was usually the most serious thing the demon could point out in a crowd, now looked at him confused.

" Wait, what do you mean 'go'? "he asked. Balthazar sighed again. " I thought we were going to talk about this. " He motioned between them and Balthazar clenched his jaw.

" I can't, " he answered meeting the exorcist's eyes, " this.. " he mocked the exorcist's motions with his hand, " I just can't. I won't. " John clenched his own jaw in frustration.

" So you're going to run away in fear, is that it? " The demon looked to the ceiling, already knowing where this was going . " Well. Fine then. " John stood up and walked to his drawer where he had left a cigarette burning. He had probably lit it before he tried to get the demon out of the bathroom. He took a drag, and sitting down he exhaled the long puff of smoke. " Go. " Balthazar looked at the exorcist, noticing his back straining everytime he took another puff. He could tell John was angry, maybe even disappointed. The demon frowned and shook his head.

" Okay. " he replied. John didn't look back at him. He just sat there, smoking. " Maybe this was a mistake, " he said again, then he walked to the bathroom to change. John exhaled the smoke he had held in when Balthazar left the room. It was minutes when the demon returned, and John didn't acknowledge him still. " Goodbye, John. " And with that last bitter phrase spat, the demon turned and left. Then the door shut, along with John's eyes.