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Title: Constantine Drabbles
Author: heartofslash
Fandom: Constantine (movieverse)
Pairing: John Constatine/Papa Midnite
Ratings: Not terribly detailed, so PG-13, maybe an R. On second thought, even imagining Djimon Hounsou in sexual situations gets an automatic R because he is that hot. Plus, Keanu. *purrrrrs*
Warning: Demons. Heaven. Hell. William Blake, even.
Note: I loved this movie. Seriously. Not the Chaz parts. I thought they fucked up Chaz royally, but Keanu did a great job as a world-weary demon hunter, and Djimon rocked the bejesus outa Papa Midnite. I only wish the movie had included this. *points down*
He Would Hate To Have To Give Up Midnite | Heaven | Perfect Harmony | The Girl | Proof | Emanate | Pray | Spell | Pay
He Would Hate to Have to Give Up Midnite
“Here’s to the kid.”
“Yep. Here’s to him.”
Midnite drank straight from the bottle.
John drank tea, and made a face when it looked as if Midnite was going to reach for a cigarette.
“Do you have any vices left at all, John?”
“A couple,” John said. “Wanna try me?”
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Papa Midnite rolled off John Constantine and stretched his long, naked limbs. “That’s one hell of a vice,” he sighed.
“You think it’s enough to get me sent down?”
Midnite grinned. “I said vice, John, not sin. Heaven welcomes all kinds of love.”
John breathed a healthy sigh of relief.
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Heaven
“What if heaven isn’t what you think it is, John?”
“It has to be better than hell, Midnite.”
Midnite rolls on his side and runs a long, dark finger down Constantine’s pale spine. He loves to watch the skin flush under his touch, the muscles twitch in response. This Constantine is fitter than the old one, free of his pain, his bitterness, his cancer.
“Why are you so sure you will like it?” he asks.
Constantine rears off the bed and pulls Papa Midnite’s body against his, warm and pliant.
“I’ve felt heaven, Midnite. I like it plenty,” Constantine purrs.
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Perfect Harmony
“Ahhhh, Midnite! Doesn’t that violate your oath of neutrality?”
“Mm-hmm?”
“That thing, with your tongue… you’re using your powers, aren’t you?”
“Constantine, do you think anyone could do this without the help of a little magic?”
“Ahh!”
“Do not worry. This act greatly benefits one who fights on the side of the angels, but while I do it, you can do no harm to those from below. So you see, I’m keeping the balance in perfect harmony.”
“Oh. Well. I sense a disturbance in the balance. I think you should do that again, just to even things out.”
“With pleasure…”
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The Girl
“You could have the girl, you know,” Papa Midnite says.
“I know.”
“She’s beautiful. Smart. Tough. Tougher than even you.”
“I know.”
“She has a great ass.”
“I know, Midnite.”
“You saved her life. You saved her sister. She is probably… grateful. What’s stopping you?”
Constantine steps up to Midnite. Close.
“I would have to look down when I kissed her,” he says. “These days, I prefer to look up.”
Midnite looks down and kisses Constantine. “I don’t mind looking down a bit.”
“To each his own,” Constantine says.
Midnite's face breaks into a grin that would blind a angel.
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Proof
“You know the proverb, John. What is now proved was once only imagin’d.”
“That’s not from Proverbs, Midnite; it’s William Blake.”
“I never said it was from Proverbs; I said it was a proverb.”
“So, you know your Romantic poets. Big deal. I still say it’s impossible.”
“You need me to prove it?”
“Yes.”
Papa Midnite’s right eyebrow is raised really high, as if he can’t believe Constantine is actually asking him for a demonstration.
Constantine shifts in his chair - now he’s sweating.
“All right,” Papa Midnite says calmly. “Six times. Before dawn.”
And if Constantine thinks he’s sweating now…
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Emanate
“Five,” Papa Midnite says, his voice steady. That accent drives Constantine crazy. It reminds him of moonlight, incense and soul-scorching energy that only a man of Midnite’s unique talents can emanate.
He’s not emanating any magical energy now, though.
Midnite’s lying perfectly still, holding onto every bit of energy he can grasp. He can feel the rotation of the earth, the approach of the sun, and might say he'd be damned if John Constantine’s dawdling was going to stop him from achieving six orgasms before dawn, but he doesn’t, because he knows too well what being damned is all about.
Pray
“This is no ordinary demon you face, Constantine.”
“I still don’t want you to pray for me.”
“You refuse my aid?”
“No… the praying thing creeps me out.”
Papa Midnite gives him a look that could curdle milk. Then he smiles. “Fine. No praying. But grant me one request…”
Yeah. Well. If it involves his naked chest and Midnite’s tongue, Constantine can handle it. He stretches out on the couch and lets Midnite do whatever he fucking wants. And when Midnite’s finished with Constantine’s chest, his tongue trails further down and things end the way all good arguments should end.
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Spell
The demon lunges at Constantine with an ear-piercing shriek. If it doesn’t rip him to pieces, it’ll make him deaf for sure. He dodges the swipe but one claw catches his shirt and shreds it.
“Two hundred dollar shirt, asshole,” Constantine snarls.
The demon howls piteously and cowers, shielding its hideous face with an upturned paw.
Constantine looks down and sees his bared chest glowing with a complicated design. A spell of protection swirls around his nipples and surrounds his pecs. It and trails off, faintly glowing, merging with the line of dark hair that leads into his…
Fucking Midnite!
Pay
“You fuck! You put a spell on me after I told you not to!”
“You told me not to pray.”
“Praying, spells, same difference. You did it to me without asking.”
“Those types of demons always go for the heart, John. They rip it from your chest and eat it while it’s still beating. So, are you really so angry with me?”
“No. But I hate owing you.”
Papa Midnite begins to unbutton and unzip his clothes. “Excellent. You can start repaying me right now.”
And John Constantine’s night of demon hunting ends as it should. All is as well.
The End
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