FIC: "Time Stops" 1/1 John Constantine/Lucifer (Constantine FPS)
Title: "Time Stops" 1/1
Author: Brenda
Fandom: Constantine
Pairing: John Constantine/Lucifer
Rating: PG
Summary: Wherein there's not much conversation, but that's not why Lucifer's here.
Feedback: Love it.
Disclaimer: Never happened. All rights belong to Vertigo/DC Comics and Warner Brothers Pictures, not me.
Notes: Because Dee is an evil one like that. And if the OTP won't come to Mohammed...
"It's your right
And your ability
To become
My perfect enemy"
-- A Perfect Circle
It's not until John's reaching for the bottle of whiskey in the cupboard that he feels it. The hot rush of air, the dying echo of screams, the slithering caress of malevolence along his spine.
"You didn't come home last night," Lucifer chides, and brushes a spot of lint from his suit. "I was worried."
John sets the bottle on the table and reaches for a glass. He doesn't offer a second. "Don't you have an evil empire to run or some damned soul to torture?"
"Who said I'm not?"
"I'm not yours, Lu." John swallows, grimaces through the bitter sting, pours another. "Not yet."
"Ah, but it's the yet that gives me such a thrill." John follows Lucifer's gaze to the table and the half-full ashtray. "I see your vices are showing again."
"Three a day. My version of dessert. Now kindly fuck off, and get out."
"Such fire." John forces himself to stand still as Lucifer leans in, sniffing the air. "Ah, yes, I'm going to enjoy you."
"You won't get me," John smiles, showing nicotine-stained teeth. It doesn't reach his eyes. "And you couldn't handle me."
Lucifer makes a tsking sound, finger wagging in reproach. "Careful now. That almost sounded like a challenge."
"I don't care what it sounded like." John lifts an arm, points. "Way out's that way." Liquid splashes on his fingers, trickles down his wrist.
Lucifer laughs, the sound akin to nails on a chalkboard. "How plebian. Like I need a door." When he leans in again, John can barely feel fetid lips brushing against his own. He holds his breath to keep from moving. "Enjoy your evening, Johnny."
John exhales; time starts.
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Author: Brenda
Fandom: Constantine
Pairing: John Constantine/Lucifer
Rating: PG
Summary: Wherein there's not much conversation, but that's not why Lucifer's here.
Feedback: Love it.
Disclaimer: Never happened. All rights belong to Vertigo/DC Comics and Warner Brothers Pictures, not me.
Notes: Because Dee is an evil one like that. And if the OTP won't come to Mohammed...
"It's your right
And your ability
To become
My perfect enemy"
-- A Perfect Circle
It's not until John's reaching for the bottle of whiskey in the cupboard that he feels it. The hot rush of air, the dying echo of screams, the slithering caress of malevolence along his spine.
"You didn't come home last night," Lucifer chides, and brushes a spot of lint from his suit. "I was worried."
John sets the bottle on the table and reaches for a glass. He doesn't offer a second. "Don't you have an evil empire to run or some damned soul to torture?"
"Who said I'm not?"
"I'm not yours, Lu." John swallows, grimaces through the bitter sting, pours another. "Not yet."
"Ah, but it's the yet that gives me such a thrill." John follows Lucifer's gaze to the table and the half-full ashtray. "I see your vices are showing again."
"Three a day. My version of dessert. Now kindly fuck off, and get out."
"Such fire." John forces himself to stand still as Lucifer leans in, sniffing the air. "Ah, yes, I'm going to enjoy you."
"You won't get me," John smiles, showing nicotine-stained teeth. It doesn't reach his eyes. "And you couldn't handle me."
Lucifer makes a tsking sound, finger wagging in reproach. "Careful now. That almost sounded like a challenge."
"I don't care what it sounded like." John lifts an arm, points. "Way out's that way." Liquid splashes on his fingers, trickles down his wrist.
Lucifer laughs, the sound akin to nails on a chalkboard. "How plebian. Like I need a door." When he leans in again, John can barely feel fetid lips brushing against his own. He holds his breath to keep from moving. "Enjoy your evening, Johnny."
John exhales; time starts.
***