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31_days Drabbles: "Constantine" and the "Matrix"
Finished cranking these out a moment ago. I was going to do one based on the current story arc in "Hellblazer", but I couldn't get the idea to come out on paper. Ah well...
Watch out for the second one: it's kinda graphic and it might offend some people, though it's really more about the relationship and the two personages than the carnal friction (that's the word for it...).
Title: Doppelganger
Day/Theme: August 17: I am inside someone who hates me
Series: "Constantine"
Character/Pairing: Balthazar-Constantine (Rivalry - get yer heads out of the gutter! Yeesh...)
Rating: PG-13 (reference to a suicide attempt)
Possible spoilers within...
The physicians had pulled the young man, one John Constantine, from the grip of death, from the very maw of hell itself. But on account of the sin he had committed against his own life, hell now had a claim on his soul.
He, Balthazar, had been appointed to see that the young man's track lead back to the place in hell reserved for it, where the demons awaited him. He stood beside the young man's bed, looking down at him, taking in the dark hair rumpled across the pale forehead, the bandages swathed about the boy's slim wrists, the restraints holding him down, to prevent another attempt on his life. A male nurse sat outside the ICU cubicle, keeping watch. But these measures could not keep out the unseen stranger who had a hold on the patient's soul.
He knew the young man was awake, though his prey's eyes remained closed. He could smell the youngster's anger and fear and hatred; the youth clearly knew he was there, but chose to avoid him, perhaps trying to pretend the devil wasn't there. He wouldn't need his sight -- that "gift" from the Enemy -- to know he had company: He would hear Balthazar's voice whispering in his ear, feel the demon's hand pluck at his sleeve at every turn in the road.
"You hate me, yet I'll be with you always, Johnny-boy," Balthazar murmured, leaning over the bed. "I'm good company, once you get used to having me around. And I'm going to be around as long as you exist."
Balthazar withdrew his essence, but not his presence. But as he phazed out of this realm, he thought he saw the young man's lips twist, forming an angry syllable.
Title: Submission
Day/Theme: August 17: I am inside someone who hates me
Series: "The Matrix"
Character/Pairing: Merovingian/Flood (from the MxO)
Rating: NC-17 (male-male sexual contact, arguably somewhat non-con)
The pale-haired young male program writhed under his superior as the elder program thrust deeper into him. Not a writhe of pleasure, but of disgust.
"I rescued you from the horrible demise that the System had in store for you; I offered you security and a place in my service," the Merovingian thought, out loud, looking down into his subordinate's brown eyes, which looked up at him with cold annoyance. "I gave you the means to effect your rise through the ranks. You seek to lead one day? Then first you must learn to serve, however I see fit."
Before Flood could reply with a mordant witticism, he withdrew halfway and plunged even deeper into the opening between Flood's parted thighs, holding the younger male's legs spread apart. He felt his consort of the moment cringe under him, but the Merovingian gave it little heed. Flood's disgust and annoyance added a piquancy to the encounter. Besides, there was a certain pleasure in seeing this swaggering young dandy stripped and brought low, particularly when he had the pleasure of bruising the young man's pride.
The Merovingian paused and thrust his shaft deep in to his subordinate's body. Flood's gloved hands, holding onto the headboard of the bed on which they lay, gripped the carven wood hard enough to make it groan, a sound echoed by the disgusted moan that escaped the young man's clenched jaws. A light sweat had beaded up on Flood's forehead, matting his usually so-carefully coiffed hair. An angry tear slipped from the outer corner of one eye. The Merovingian smirked and still lingering within his consort, leaned down to lick away that tear, tasting the cold, bitter hate in it.
Watch out for the second one: it's kinda graphic and it might offend some people, though it's really more about the relationship and the two personages than the carnal friction (that's the word for it...).
Title: Doppelganger
Day/Theme: August 17: I am inside someone who hates me
Series: "Constantine"
Character/Pairing: Balthazar-Constantine (Rivalry - get yer heads out of the gutter! Yeesh...)
Rating: PG-13 (reference to a suicide attempt)
Possible spoilers within...
The physicians had pulled the young man, one John Constantine, from the grip of death, from the very maw of hell itself. But on account of the sin he had committed against his own life, hell now had a claim on his soul.
He, Balthazar, had been appointed to see that the young man's track lead back to the place in hell reserved for it, where the demons awaited him. He stood beside the young man's bed, looking down at him, taking in the dark hair rumpled across the pale forehead, the bandages swathed about the boy's slim wrists, the restraints holding him down, to prevent another attempt on his life. A male nurse sat outside the ICU cubicle, keeping watch. But these measures could not keep out the unseen stranger who had a hold on the patient's soul.
He knew the young man was awake, though his prey's eyes remained closed. He could smell the youngster's anger and fear and hatred; the youth clearly knew he was there, but chose to avoid him, perhaps trying to pretend the devil wasn't there. He wouldn't need his sight -- that "gift" from the Enemy -- to know he had company: He would hear Balthazar's voice whispering in his ear, feel the demon's hand pluck at his sleeve at every turn in the road.
"You hate me, yet I'll be with you always, Johnny-boy," Balthazar murmured, leaning over the bed. "I'm good company, once you get used to having me around. And I'm going to be around as long as you exist."
Balthazar withdrew his essence, but not his presence. But as he phazed out of this realm, he thought he saw the young man's lips twist, forming an angry syllable.
Title: Submission
Day/Theme: August 17: I am inside someone who hates me
Series: "The Matrix"
Character/Pairing: Merovingian/Flood (from the MxO)
Rating: NC-17 (male-male sexual contact, arguably somewhat non-con)
The pale-haired young male program writhed under his superior as the elder program thrust deeper into him. Not a writhe of pleasure, but of disgust.
"I rescued you from the horrible demise that the System had in store for you; I offered you security and a place in my service," the Merovingian thought, out loud, looking down into his subordinate's brown eyes, which looked up at him with cold annoyance. "I gave you the means to effect your rise through the ranks. You seek to lead one day? Then first you must learn to serve, however I see fit."
Before Flood could reply with a mordant witticism, he withdrew halfway and plunged even deeper into the opening between Flood's parted thighs, holding the younger male's legs spread apart. He felt his consort of the moment cringe under him, but the Merovingian gave it little heed. Flood's disgust and annoyance added a piquancy to the encounter. Besides, there was a certain pleasure in seeing this swaggering young dandy stripped and brought low, particularly when he had the pleasure of bruising the young man's pride.
The Merovingian paused and thrust his shaft deep in to his subordinate's body. Flood's gloved hands, holding onto the headboard of the bed on which they lay, gripped the carven wood hard enough to make it groan, a sound echoed by the disgusted moan that escaped the young man's clenched jaws. A light sweat had beaded up on Flood's forehead, matting his usually so-carefully coiffed hair. An angry tear slipped from the outer corner of one eye. The Merovingian smirked and still lingering within his consort, leaned down to lick away that tear, tasting the cold, bitter hate in it.
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So, Balthazar is holding John by the foot? (innocently)
The Merv is not nice people. Good to see you writing him that way. *smiles*
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::Smiles:: Glad you like it! I wasn't sure if I quite got it right (since I haven't yet been able to play the MxO, because my computer is too slow to handle the software), but I'm glad to see it fit the bill!
I'm tinkering with a few more Merv/Flood ficlets (I love the dynamics of this pairing), since I'm playing both sides of that pairing in a fan-created "Matrix" RPG. Keep an eye out for them...