"Confession" Part 5
Wow, two chapters in one day! I would like to thank Obi-Wan Kenobi for pushing me out of my writer's block, and Ewan McGreggor for inspiring Balthazar to take his clothes off! Ahem, sorry... So, here is
Confession, Part 5
"What the fuck?" Constantine repeats.
He is vaguely aware he sounds like an idiot, but forgives himself easily since Balthazar's innocent look and Angela's slightly hysterical laugh make it impossible to think. As for the half-breed's nudity... He can't even acknowledge that at the moment.
"Angela!" He snaps, grabbing her shoulders and forcing her to face him. Her laugh goes higher in pitch. "Angela! Stop it!"
Without warning, he lifts his hand and brings it down against the side of her face. Hard. Balthazar flinches at the impact, but Angela doesn't. She does stop giggling, and stares at John for what seems like an eternity, but can be no more than a few seconds. Anger flashes in her eyes before she slaps him back with enough force to make him stagger backwards. Balthazar would have laughed, but the woman's gaze turns to him, filled with fury.
For a second, the demon thinks her hand is going for her gun, but what she does pull out of her holster makes him scramble up the bed. The last time those things touched his face, half of it had peeled off. If Angela punches him with Constantine's brass knuckles, Balthazar can forget all his plans for the evening. She lunges for the bed, Constantine catching her just as her feet leave the floor.
"Angela, drop it." He says between clenched teeth, shaking the detective to force her to let go of her weapon. They struggle, John dragging her backwards until they are both in the doorway. He spins around quickly, letting go of Angela as he faces the door to the cage. Before she has time to react, he closes the door and bolts it.
Breathless, John collapses in the chair and risks a second glance at the naked intruder. Balthazar looks perfectly relaxed lounging on the bed, bound hands crossed behind his head. The exorcist drops his head, running both hands through his already messy hair. A slight metallic sound behind him forces his head back up. He turns to see Angela looking unnervingly calm, her gun pointed straight at the half-breed. Constantine sighs in annoyance.
"Don't shoot him, Angela. You'll only mess up my sheets."
"Your sheets are not that great." Balthazar replies with disdain. "I'll get you better ones."
John is fairly sure the disgust on his face must match Angela's.
"Who asked your opinion?" He asks rhetorically. "And why are you still tied up? I thought you kept the key."
"She has it." The half-breed answers evenly.
"What kind of twisted shit d'you have in mind, Balthazar?"
"You killed Isabel." Angela cuts in, making Balthazar's laugh at John's question trail off. Both men's attention is brought back to the angry woman wielding a gun.
"I didn't kill anyone." The demon's voice drips with honesty. "I only..." He pauses, as if searching for the right word. "Influenced."
Before the half-breed's trademark smirk can appear on his lips, Angela has discharged her entire clip into his chest. Constantine has a fleeting regret for his ruined sheets and hearing before the detective turns on her heels and stalks towards the door. She looks back at him from the open doorway.
"You want to protect him, fine. But you won't always be there to do it." She throws the silver key on the floor and slams the door angrily.
Constantine looks down at the key - which stopped right in front of his shoe - then at the bleeding half-breed on his bed, making an unmistakably fake "ow" face.
"If you think I'm going to kiss it better..." The exorcist mumbles, picking up the key and moving towards the bed. Balthazar's pained expression grows more pitiful. Constantine drops the key on his ruined human chest, turns away and opens the cage door. "I don't know what you had in mind, half-breed, or how you got in, but you'd better be gone before I get back."
Constantine leaves without looking back, the image of the demon's perfect human form burned irreversibly behind his eyelids.
The End
Pairing: Balthazar/Constantine
Summary: The second part of the bedroom scene.
Rating: Still R, still no sex. Violence.
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Confession, Part 5
"What the fuck?" Constantine repeats.
He is vaguely aware he sounds like an idiot, but forgives himself easily since Balthazar's innocent look and Angela's slightly hysterical laugh make it impossible to think. As for the half-breed's nudity... He can't even acknowledge that at the moment.
"Angela!" He snaps, grabbing her shoulders and forcing her to face him. Her laugh goes higher in pitch. "Angela! Stop it!"
Without warning, he lifts his hand and brings it down against the side of her face. Hard. Balthazar flinches at the impact, but Angela doesn't. She does stop giggling, and stares at John for what seems like an eternity, but can be no more than a few seconds. Anger flashes in her eyes before she slaps him back with enough force to make him stagger backwards. Balthazar would have laughed, but the woman's gaze turns to him, filled with fury.
For a second, the demon thinks her hand is going for her gun, but what she does pull out of her holster makes him scramble up the bed. The last time those things touched his face, half of it had peeled off. If Angela punches him with Constantine's brass knuckles, Balthazar can forget all his plans for the evening. She lunges for the bed, Constantine catching her just as her feet leave the floor.
"Angela, drop it." He says between clenched teeth, shaking the detective to force her to let go of her weapon. They struggle, John dragging her backwards until they are both in the doorway. He spins around quickly, letting go of Angela as he faces the door to the cage. Before she has time to react, he closes the door and bolts it.
Breathless, John collapses in the chair and risks a second glance at the naked intruder. Balthazar looks perfectly relaxed lounging on the bed, bound hands crossed behind his head. The exorcist drops his head, running both hands through his already messy hair. A slight metallic sound behind him forces his head back up. He turns to see Angela looking unnervingly calm, her gun pointed straight at the half-breed. Constantine sighs in annoyance.
"Don't shoot him, Angela. You'll only mess up my sheets."
"Your sheets are not that great." Balthazar replies with disdain. "I'll get you better ones."
John is fairly sure the disgust on his face must match Angela's.
"Who asked your opinion?" He asks rhetorically. "And why are you still tied up? I thought you kept the key."
"She has it." The half-breed answers evenly.
"What kind of twisted shit d'you have in mind, Balthazar?"
"You killed Isabel." Angela cuts in, making Balthazar's laugh at John's question trail off. Both men's attention is brought back to the angry woman wielding a gun.
"I didn't kill anyone." The demon's voice drips with honesty. "I only..." He pauses, as if searching for the right word. "Influenced."
Before the half-breed's trademark smirk can appear on his lips, Angela has discharged her entire clip into his chest. Constantine has a fleeting regret for his ruined sheets and hearing before the detective turns on her heels and stalks towards the door. She looks back at him from the open doorway.
"You want to protect him, fine. But you won't always be there to do it." She throws the silver key on the floor and slams the door angrily.
Constantine looks down at the key - which stopped right in front of his shoe - then at the bleeding half-breed on his bed, making an unmistakably fake "ow" face.
"If you think I'm going to kiss it better..." The exorcist mumbles, picking up the key and moving towards the bed. Balthazar's pained expression grows more pitiful. Constantine drops the key on his ruined human chest, turns away and opens the cage door. "I don't know what you had in mind, half-breed, or how you got in, but you'd better be gone before I get back."
Constantine leaves without looking back, the image of the demon's perfect human form burned irreversibly behind his eyelids.
The End
Pairing: Balthazar/Constantine
Summary: The second part of the bedroom scene.
Rating: Still R, still no sex. Violence.
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