Fic: Nightmares Of You 1/1 Constantine
Title: Nightmares Of You Author: Lopaka Tanu Disclaimer: I do not own Constantine. Characters: John, Balthazar. Words: 580 Fandom: Constantine Pairing: John/Balthazar. Rating: Teen Warnings: Language, Violence. Summary: Even in his dreams, John can't find peace. Author's Note: Post movie crack. ______________________________________
John heard the shore birds cries as he stared out over the ocean. The mist from a crashing wave blasted him, blowing the hair off his face. Judging from the position of the sun it was morning. He was also on the wrong side of the country.
This was a dream. He could tell by the fact the air was clean and no one was bothering him. John sighed as he thought too soon.
A shadow fell over the guard rail beside him. It was soon replaced by the presence of something less desirable. "Hello, Johnny Boy."
Grimacing around his cigarette, John held it between his teeth as he exhaled. He had several options here, a couple were even pleasant to consider. The one he was thinking most about involved lots of pain.
"Tut, tut. Not a sign of those manners your sainted mother tried so hard to beat in to you. What would were dearly departed soul think; may she burn in hell?" The figure crossed himself in reverse.
There was just something so absurd about the action that it made John snicker. Reaching up, he pulled the cigarette from his mouth. He flicked it in the ocean with a sigh.
"Oh, come now. The strong silent type is so very overrated." Turning his head, Balthazar eyed John's profile. Letting his eyes linger lower, he smiled slowly. He apparently liked what he saw. "Have you been working out? There's something different about you. It's really quite..."
John stretched out his wings, then flattened the annoying demon with one.
Balthazar sputtered as he was slammed against the guard rail. His hair flew wildly in the wind while he tried to maintain his balance. "What's the matter, can't take a little compliment?"
He knew it was a mistake, but John turned to look anyways. Staring at the disgruntled demon made him feel a little better. "What do you want, you filthy piece of shit?"
Watching as one of the black feathers slipped from John's wing, Balthazar grinned. He caught it before the wind blew it away. Holding it up, he shook it at John. "Very naughty, Johnny. He doesn't like it when you say bad words."
John was suddenly feeling the need to smite someone. Raising his wing high up, he brought it down hard on top of Balthazar's head and shoulders.
The demon crumbled under the weight of the impact. Smacking in to the stones below them, he cursed in a spitting language. "You are seriously pissing me off, John!"
"No." Turning to completely face the demon, John's hand went to his zipper. "Not yet." He watched Balthazar's eyes narrow as he lowered the metal zip.
"Oh, I'm really going to make you pay for this."
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John awoke with a smile on his face. Stretching his arms up, he folded them behind his head. He lay there watching the ceiling fan for a moment. It was a peaceful morning, he wanted it to last as long as possible.
A loud snore ripped through the air.
Frowning, John turned his head to glare. All he found was the sleep-tasseled, hair covered back of his bedmate's head. When another snore broke the calm, he smacked him on the top of the head. "Turn over."
Pulling the covers over his head, Balthazar flipped John off.
"Un-fucking-believable." Even in his sleep, the little bastard had to be a dick. As another snore echoed in the bedroom, John sighed. So much for a peaceful morning.