Sanctuary; Lucifer/John Constantine; Constantine; General #10/Prompt #4
Title: Sanctuary
Author: fennikusu_ai
Claim: Lucifer/John Constantine
Table: General #10
Prompt: #4 Forbidden
Rating: M
Summary: John can’t keep his soul clean for five minutes.
Warnings: Semi-graphic sexual situations. Strong language.
Word Count: 757.
The little window in the confessional opened with a bang.
“Yes, my child?”
John knew his lines, feeling like a bad actor in an unworthy role. “Bless me, father, for I have sinned. It’s been eight months since my last confession and my sins are…”
Many.
John decided to settle on just one. “I’ve been seeing a man, father.”
“Is this…a homosexual affair?” The priest’s voice wavered as if embarrassed.
He said it like it was a bad thing. “Yes, father.”
“Is either party married?”
Only to Darkness.
“No, father.”
“At least, you’re not committing adultery. But, still my child, homosexuality is forbidden.”
Like you haven’t done it, John’s thoughts were nearly caustic, I watch the evening news too, asshole. Priests aren’t so holy…
“Is there a reason why you have chosen to tell me about this man?”
And, then John Constantine let it fly. “He’s evil, father. Pure evil. You name it, he’s done it. He’s…like the Devil himself.” John let himself bask in the irony of that statement.
“Evil seeks evil, child.”
It as if John had been slapped. “Are you calling me evil?”
Fucking priest.
“If you stay with him, yes. You must let your conscience decide.”
His conscience? That thing in his chest that had stopped speaking to him when he was around six years old due to a shitty, godless, demon-filled life full of neglect and abuse? Oh, yeah. That thing.
“It doesn’t matter anyway, father. He’s strong, and he owns me. Literally.”
“Only God can own you.”
God doesn’t want me.
Though John was impressed with the guy’s faith. He obviously knew his lines well. Even though all priests were trained to say the exact same words.
“Thanks for the input.” The kneeler creaked as John attempted to make his exit. “I think I’ll be leaving now.”
“Do you not want penance and absolution, my son?”
“Sure. But, I don’t think it will do any good.” His pessimism threatened to overwhelm them both.
The priest gave him fifteen Hail Marys and ten Our Fathers. It should have been fifteen thousand Hail Marys and ten thousand Our Fathers considering who he was seeing. If it was only that easy to simply pray and totally be forgiven…for everything.
John walked across the dewy asphalt parking lot and breathed in the misty summer air. His keys jangled in his pocket as he grabbed them and proceeded to open the car door. The scent of sticky leather greeted him as he slid into the driver’s seat and slammed it behind him.
“Fuck!” His hands hit the steering wheel in a familiar burning hot anger that never seemed to have an appropriate outlet.
This outburst attracted an amused chuckle in an otherwise empty car. “Really. Such language,” a voice chided. “Why confess when you’re just going to commit the same sins over and over again?”
John was on the verge of tears as he rested his nose on said steering wheel.
Not him. Not him. Not after I went through that...why does God do this?
“Yes, little ol’ me.” Lucifer elaborated. “Who else, sonny?”
“Why the hell are you here?” John Constantine hissed as he jerked his head upwards to meet the asshole’s eyes.
“ ‘Why the hell not’ ?” he mocked. “You’re not exactly the hardest to find, John. You’re either getting drunk at your apartment, getting drunk at Midnite’s, or of course whining here. Besides, I think your stick needs to be readjusted, and I don’t mean the gears.”
With that, the Lu’s hand shamelessly grabbed his dick.
John reeled backwards like a fish on a line. “Sick sonofabitch!”
“Be careful who you’re calling sick, John. You’re being unusually cooperative tonight,” the being advised as a whimper escaped John’s lips when he realized that he was now standing at attention. Such a picturesque scene if someone happened to look in the window; the Devil’s hand on his hardened cock.
“Can you break away?” the Father of Lies whispered.
John couldn’t answer as his mind was currently being tempted and titillated of the prospect of all the crazy positions he and Lu could get in the backseat. He envisioned himself mercilessly drilled into from behind; pleasure and pain effortlessly washing and blending together like water and wine. John would scream and plead as he stretched to the brink all the while knowing it was exactly what he deserved with Lucifer’s breath in his ear.
It was a game. A test. A baiting.
The unanswered question blew on the wind as blue and brown gazes clashed.