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Please don't let the door hit you on your way out.
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Harry woke up warm and quite rested. It took him a moment to remember what happened, but his thoughts and memories were slow to come. All he knew at the moment was that he was quite comfortable.
His pillow was warm and the heartbeat under his ear-…
Wait a second.
Reverse and repeat.
Heartbeat?
He shifted and looked up to meet John's sleeping face. The frown was still there and those thin lips were pulled into a painful line. There was a line between John's eyebrows and his breathing was raspy.
Harry slowly remembered what happened and a moment later he smiled.
'He must have stayed with me,' he thought. His hand, which rested on John's stomach until a second ago, seemed to have moved on its own. He caressed John's cheekbone with the very tips of his fingers. With a butterfly-like caress he traced his fingers down John's cheek to his lips.
'Soft,' he thought as he traced his bottom lip.
All of a sudden he had an incredible urge to kiss the man. He didn't even realize he was getting closer when a kiss was placed upon the tips of his fingers and his breath hitched in his throat. His eyes met John's brown ones and he saw the shadows in them.
"I'm not a good man to get involved with," John spoke in a strained, heavy voice, although he couldn't hide the want and need in his tone no matter how hard he tried. Harry gave him a sad, quirked smile.
"No one ever said I was a reasonable man," he muttered and John's lips twitched.
"I'm dying," he said and sadness filled Harry's eyes.
"I know," he whispered. "But that doesn't mean you have to stop living." John's eyes darkened and he swallowed over a lump in his throat.
"I don't think I've ever truly lived," he confessed. Harry let go of a shivering breath and in a split-second decision pushed himself up and kissed John smack on the lips. The taste of gin, cigarettes and coffee made him moan, and John drank the sound in like a man thirsty for water.
John's fingers entwined in Harry's hair and his other hand lowered to Harry's hip.
He tasted Harry's lips, growing addicted to his natural, unique aroma.
Harry suddenly found himself on his back with John's incessant tongue licking the crack between his lips. He opened his mouth and welcomed John in with a moan.
Harry shivered when John pushed his hand under his shirt and started kissing down Harry's chin and neck. He pushed Harry's shirt up and the younger man's breath hitched in his throat when John's blunt nails dug into the sensitive skin of his side.
John didn't even know how much he wanted – no, needed this.
He didn't know how much he needed Harry.
He was so unlike anyone John has ever met; so unlike all the other men and women that were once a part of John's life. They knew each other for mere days, and yet John felt like he knew Harry forever. He felt like he could see Harry's soul and it drew him in, tempting him with promises of strength and understanding; of comfort and peace.
Harry arched off of the bed when John pulled his shirt off of him. His fingers entangled in John's hair and Harry pulled him into a scorching kiss. John ground down against Harry and the younger man broke the kiss with a gasp, arching closer to the older man.
John wasted no time and attacked Harry's neck. Harry tilted his head back to give John more room and groaned when John ground down against him again in a slow, agonizing rhythm. He wrapped his arms around John shoulders when the man kissed him again. John dragged his hand down Harry's side and to his thigh. He pulled his leg up and hooked it around his waist, his fingers digging into Harry's thigh with a bruising force.
"Damn it, John!" Harry breathed out as John continued to thrust against him. He wanted, oh how he wanted to go further.
But he couldn't.
Something was stopping him.
"John?" he looked up when Harry cupped his face between his callused hands. His emerald eyes looked deep in John's lake blue ones and the older man swallowed with slight difficulty.
"Let go, John," Harry whispered against John's lips. "Just let go."
And no matter how hard he tried not to do it; John simply gave in. He kissed Harry deeply as he shifted above him. Harry breathed out a sigh when John started kissing down his neck as he settled between Harry's invitingly spread legs. He nibbled on the younger man's neck as he dragged his hand up Harry's side, and brushed his thumb over one pert nipple. He moved back a little and frowned slightly when he saw thin, web-like scars on Harry's left shoulder.
"A spell did that," Harry murmured and John looked into his eyes. He swallowed when he saw shadows of doubt in Harry's eyes. He leaned down and started to trace each thin, white line with his tongue before he kissed it. He shivered when Harry dragged his hands up his arms and down his back.
John rubbed their clothed, aching needs together. He couldn't stop the moan which escaped his lips.
"John?" he looked up into Harry's glowing emerald eyes. "I'm not a frightened schoolgirl," Harry said and the restraints John didn't even know were there simply broke. He attacked Harry's mouth with renewed vigor and his hand flew to Harry's belt.
He heard the door close and a wave of magic washed over him. A moment later another one followed and he moaned at the sudden skin on skin contact. Harry smirked against his lips and John shivered when Harry's right hand came to rest on his chest.
"Gotta love magic," Harry gasped out. His voice was deeper and raspier, and his eyes were glowing more than ever, and John couldn't help but smirk.
"Aren't you an impatient one?" Harry smirked right back at him and teased him into a kiss.
"I think I've been patient for long enough," Harry replied and John groaned as he slammed his lips against Harry's once more.
Harry arched up into John and the older man moaned and bowed down to continue worshiping Harry's body. Harry rubbed John's wide shoulders and John groaned when Harry's somewhat sharp nails left five parallel, thin, red lines on John's back and shoulders.
John felt something cold cover the fingers of his right hand and Harry winked at him.
"Like I said: you gotta love magic." John smirked and coaxed Harry's lips into a kiss as he reached down to Harry's puckered entrance.
"Relax," he said and Harry gave him a choked chuckle.
"It's been a while," he muttered and John gave a slight smile. He felt Harry tense minutely when his finger breached the tight ring of muscle. Harry hissed and pushed himself slightly away.
"Easy," John whispered and gently moved his finger, letting Harry get used to the feeling. Harry did his very best not to tense up as John's reverberating, deep voice whispered to him. He almost arched completely off of the bed when John swallowed his aching need all the way down and sucked.
"John!" said man hummed and Harry's eyes opened wide. John looked up at Harry from under his eyebrows as he bobbed his head up and down.
Harry's cheeks were painted pink, his eyes were almost black with desire and his chest rose with every strained gasp of breath he took. 'Just a little bit more; a little bit - there!' John thought triumphantly and moved back when Harry arched of the bed again and let out a strangled scream.
John pulled out his fingers and smirked at Harry's desperate whine.
He was so close to falling off the edge that he didn't know if he loved or hated John for holding him back.
"Harry, look at me," John said and Harry did so.
He was feeling somewhat weightless and yet every nerve in his body was extra sensitive. He looked up to focus on John's cloudy eyes. His hands moved as if they had their own mind, and he cupped John's face in his sweaty, shivering hands.
He lifted his head up and they met in a heated kiss. In one powerful thrust John entered Harry and swallowed the scream of pain. He moved back and buried his face in Harry's shoulder. Heartfelt apologies came from his lips in a constant flow. He was sure Harry's nails pierced the skin of his shoulders. The smaller man was shaking so hard, and John felt the incredible need to move as Harry's tight channel cramped around his almost painful length.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," he whispered and placed loving kisses over Harry's shoulder.
"It's okay," Harry pressed out through clenched teeth and John felt it when he started to relax. He pushed back and leaned his elbows on each side of Harry's head to look down at Harry's face.
Harry entwined his fingers in John's hair and the older man leaned down to kiss him.
"Move." Harry spoke against John's lips, and the Exorcist almost sagged in relief.
"As you wish." What started as a slow rhythm soon turned into frantic meetings of two bodies yearning for relief.
Breathless moans and meaningless promises filled the air. Gasps and grunts escaped bruised lips.
"John-…"
"Let go. I'll catch you," John whispered and in that moment Harry saw stars. John followed him over the edge a moment later and for the first time ever both felt like they were finally home.
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Silence filled the small room. It was that kind of silence that could drive a man insane; so much to be said, so many words, unspoken fears, desires, apologies.
So much pain.
"What happens now?" Harry asked. His head was on John's chest and his right hand rested over John's beating heart. John's left hand covered Harry right, while his right rested on Harry's hip.
"We go on." John said and Harry felt a pang of pain hit his heart. "Angela wants to cross." Harry looked up at John in confusion.
"You're telling me she-"
"Isabel accepted the gift- curse - whatever it is. Angela denied hers; but with what happened earlier, with Beeman-…" Harry frowned when John looked away from him.
"John, that wasn't your fault," Harry insisted and John snorted. Harry grabbed his chin and made John look at him. "John-…"
"I almost killed you, Harry," John forced the words out through his teeth. "I almost got you killed."
"You couldn't know crossing affected me like that," Harry said and the tone of his voice left no room for argument. "It's my fault as much as it is yours. I should have told you it was affecting me the first time it happened. It must have slipped my mind," Harry said and lay back down on John's chest. John chuckled shortly.
"Do life endangering things often slip your mind?" John asked and Harry huffed.
"If you ask Mione she'll tell you that they do, and then she'll start a rant on how I'm a trouble magnet with a hero complex and a death wish; how I should be locked in a tower with as many locking and repelling charms as possible just so that I could survive until the birth of my godson or goddaughter." John chuckled at Harry's dry, cynical tone, but he could hear the actual care under it.
He sighed and looked at the ceiling.
"John?" Harry called for him, but he didn't dare look at the younger man.
God just loved to torture him.
Why couldn't he have found Harry earlier in his life?
Why now?
Why now when everything was falling apart?
Why now when he could leave Harry alone, willingly or unwillingly; he had no choice.
"John." He swallowed over a lump and looked at Harry. Those emerald eyes gazed down at him in understanding. There were so many emotions in them.
Pain.
Sorrow.
Care.
"Why couldn't I have met you earlier?" John bit out tightly and something glimmered in Harry's eyes. "If only we had just a bit more time-…"
"We cannot know how much time we have, John. All we can do is use the time we're given to the best of our abilities." Harry spoke in a broken voice. John reached up and brushed Harry's hair away from his face.
"So I just fuck off the Armageddon and spend what's left of my time here with you? I like that idea," John offered with a cocky smirk and Harry smacked his chest.
"Get your head out of the gutter, Constantine," he muttered and was about to get up when John wrapped his arms around Harry's waist and pulled him back down. A moment later, Harry was looking up into John's playful eyes.
"What? It wasn't good? Maybe we should give it a second try?" John teased with a smirk and Harry rolled his eyes.
"You, John Constantine, are the cockiest, most conceited man I have ever had the displeasure of knowing!" Harry said.
"Displeasure, eh?" John growled and all of a sudden Harry was rolling on the bed laughing while John was tickling his sides.
"Stop! STOP IT!" Harry shouted when he managed between laughs. "JOHN, STOP IT!"
John was laughing in a way he was sure he never laughed before. His heart felt both heavy and light at the same time as he watched his new lover laughing while he tried to swat John's wandering hands away.
"JOHN!"
"Say you apologize!" John said.
"No!"
"SAY IT!" John demanded and Harry squeaked when John hit one especially sensitive spot.
"I won't! I won't say it!"
"Say it!" John growled threateningly and Harry laughed harder.
"Okay! I give up! You are the best, the greatest, the most wonderful lover anyone could ever wish for!" Harry cried out and John stopped tickling him.
"And you better believe it," he said with a smirk and leaned back. Harry was still chuckling while he untangled himself from the bed sheet.
"You git!"
"Hey!" John shouted in outrage but Harry jumped out of his reach, and bent over to pick up his shirt. John had to swallow an appreciative moan when he got a first good look at his lover's glorious body.
"Like what you see?" Harry asked over his shoulder.
"Love it. I think I agree with Hermione. You really should be locked away somewhere. I'll be happy to be your bodyguard and make sure you don't try to escape," John said and stood up. Harry almost swallowed his tongue. John chuckled when Harry turned away from him, but couldn't hide the blush in time.
"Pants, pants, pants," Harry chanted and John smiled. 'Boy. I'm doing that a lot lately. I don't even remember the last time I laughed,' he thought to himself.
"If I remember correctly you kind of-…"
"Ah, that's right, I banished them," Harry said, still refusing to look at John. John sighed and grabbed Harry's elbow. He spun Harry around and settled his lips over Harry's. A second later Harry relaxed against him and kissed him back. John felt something shimmer against his skin and noted with disappointment he was dressed. He opened his eyes and almost groaned when he saw Harry in black tight trousers that left little to imagination and a black, equally tight turtleneck.
Harry smirked up at him.
"Come on, Mr. Insatiable. We have an Apocalypse to stop and an impudent brat to send back home before he tries to bring Hell over," Harry said.
"Do you have to wear that?" John asked when he got a good view of Harry's pert, firm behind.
"This is my standard battle gear," Harry teased with a smirk tossed John's way. John groaned and followed Harry out of the room.
"Yeah? Well your standard battle gear is killing me."
Harry simply laughed in response.
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Don't you just ADORE these two lovable fools?