Log: Complete

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When; May 10 (late evening)
Rating; MA+ (for More Astroglide please)
Characters; John Constantine silkcutremix, the Corinthian bitingnightmare
Summary; After a pair of glasses and a network announcement, the 54 year old magus still has one more thing with which to celebrate.
Log;

John was indignant about the shower. For one, he showered yesterday to get the shit and blood off. Both could agree that was a good time to do so, but right now? Why did it matter? He felt he was clean enough for whatever the nightmare had in store for him.

(It was his birthday after all.)

He turned off the faucet and stepped out from the steam, reaching for a towel while hot water dripped off his wet, red flesh. At the very least it felt nice, but a small feeling knew that there would be more feelings many times better than the mellowing sensation of a hot shower. He did not bother to get dressed, using the towel to dry his hair while he gazed at himself in the mirror. He wasn't sure of what to make himself, outside and inside, but he wondered more about how the evening would conclude.

---- 

The cleanliness of John's body for such activity mattered less than the cleanliness of a tool that he assumed would be employed at least once a month.  Mutual reciprocation and all that sort of thing.  Fair play?

Cori had been waiting for the sound of the pipes, the turn of the faucet that signaled the halt of thrumming water.  Perfect.  He peeled his jeans and boxer-briefs off his hips and tossed them aside.  No they weren't that tight, but the warming weather made them stick a tad.  He also made sure those brand new glasses were safely tucked away.

The Gift had been simmering in boiling water, for safety's sake and to keep it warm.  It was however nowhere in sight now.  Only the sight of an unclothed nightmare loomed through the bathroom doorway.  "Did you wash behind your ears," he asked with a smirk.

---- 

"I scrubbed my balls just for you." John tossed the towel aside. "So what's on the agenda for tonight?"

---- 

"Thoughtful," the Corinthian remarked.  Of course Constantine wasn't dirty... only in mind.  He leaned forward to gently clench his teeth on that pierced earlobe.  "Get on the bed."

It was made, sheets flat, no handcuffs or whip in sight.  Pity that, perhaps.

---- 

Maybe even a little disappointing, but for only a moment. The Corinthian had something; John could even smell it, both in the nightmare and around the flat. It excited him.

Crawling onto the sheets in a rare moment of "obedience" (for the magus usually obeyed with an incentive that he felt was well worth his while), he assumed a classical nude pose, awaiting for whatever the Nightmare would bring to bed. There was even a tiny hint of impatience.

---- 

He brought a bottle to bed, a brand new completely full one of his favorite: Astroglide.  That was a given wasn't it?  Well his impatience wouldn't have to last long, or would it...  The Corinthian set the bottle on the nightstand then made to crawl onto the bed, onto Constantine to straddle his waist.

Those teeth eyes were grinning.

"Do you remember last December," he asked while his hands rubbed along John's chest.  It wasn't a trick question; Cori had cracked his fist nicely on that broad nose of his at one point.

---- 

John cocked an eyebrow. "I invited you out for a moonlit stroll.  You broke me nose. Yeah?" He looked puzzled. What kind of fucking turn on was that?

---- 

"Don't twist the facts," Cori countered coolly.  He emphasized his point with a firm pinch to John's nipple.  No tweak though, it was the old man's birthday after all.  "You know I'd do what I can to make you... happy."

His breath was hot against John's skin, articulating the 'h'.  Healed fingertips weaved through that damp blonde hair before taking a firm hold of it.  "I've got something you should meet," said the nightmare.  Whether the magus was prepared or not, Cori slipped his free hand under one of the pillows.

"This is Jack Russell, all ten inches of him."  Quick introductions, and of course, it was dark purple, already set into its black harness.

---- 

"I was just stat- nnhgh!" That was nothing compared to what John had seen next. It would have made his own willy in that certain other shape spark a little in jealousy but...

"Jesus, you're going to put all that inside me, aren't you? Too bad it doesn't swell." It looked nothing like a goddamn terrier to Constantine either. Maybe something more like a Great Dane.

---- 

"Damn right."

Were the Corinthian of Danish descent he might have called it that instead.  He wasn't a Dane or a pastry however; neither of the two knew how to work it like he did.  Cori tilted his head to kiss the corner of John's mouth.  "It doesn't come either but it never goes soft."  He kissed him again, harder.

After a taste of the other's mouth he released that blonde hair to sit up straight and hitch his leg back to one side.  "Roll over," instructed the professor of hole ethics.

---- 

Still tasting the nightmare, still awaiting the taste of what was to come, the more obedient than never magus had done just that, presenting the nightmare with his puckered ringpiece. Sure Cori did not have as much as John had but he was confident that the best could be made with what there was to work with.

"I can live with that," the smug magus grinned as he peered over his shoulder. "Now impress me."

---- 

"You're tart for an old man," said the Corinthian in a joking manner.  The proper term was sleaze bucket but never mind the specifics.  "Patience," he reminded the other while raising John's hips a little higher.

Now it made sense to shower.  The first thing that met his ringpiece was Cori's tongue.  An excellent multi-tasker, he rimmed the magician while strapping old Jack just above his own equipment.

---- 

John tensed as that tongue teased. What he did not expect was the shaking feeling just above his arsehole, a wriggling sensation marking where his tail should have been. It took every fiber of him to keep from reaching back there to check, just to make extra sure.

"I don't --nnngg-- have a tail back there, or do I?"

----

"Nn," sounded the nightmare, wetting his flesh, "just the one I'm fucking."

Phantom tails were lost on him.  All he knew was John's ass in his face, tight for an old con man who seemed to have bedded almost everything of paranormal nature at least once, nightmares included.  After tightening the straps on his own hips he reached around to stroke the Englishman's balls.

"Lube," Cori managed to request while sliding his tongue against his hole again.  He expected John to pass it to him like a gentleman.

---- 

John hitched his breath. He could not deny what the nightmare was doing, could not deny how much he fucking missed it, but he was not convinced. "Cori, be a dear --mmnngh-- an' check more... thoroughly." The lube was regrettably held hostage but the magus felt as if the offending tail in question would slap against the nightmare's face as he would sometimes do while on all fours.

---- 

"Asshole," he snorted in response for the hostage situation.

Maybe John did need convincing, of a different kind.  Cori wedged his tongue deeper into him while his hands clenched his rear.  Fingers pressed along muscle (some of it feeling a little soft, hm...), bone, the very tip of his spine.  No tail there.

---- 

"I know you like mine." John had to bring his hand back and jerk himself. Couldn't help it, even if he was convinced at this point; he enjoyed Cori's touch too much. "Are you... really sure, mate?"

----

"I do," he confessed against said hole.  The nightmare smirked around his tongue, noting John's hand.  He coated his thumb in saliva, not one grain of sand in it this time, and buried it to the last knuckle.  Cori's hand made a pinching motion again, pressuring the space between his hole and his tailbone.

"Double checking," he nodded, "hn, no I think it's just me back here."

----

John's grip around his cock tightened. "Just you. Thank Christ." He released his only "tail" to scoot the Astroglide back, the nightmare's prize, or really John's convenience. He wasn't sure if he wanted to take hot purple dog todger full on without lubricant. He preferred being able to sit after rather than slump on the bog waiting for his intestines to tumble out. Cori had been a fag longer than he, for sure.

----

As if last night were any different.  Well the size was, not that Cori would ever hold it against John.  He enjoyed taking his pounding like a good lad, the very first stretch for his fresh new body.  Thank the seven his Master had been kind enough to remember his piercings' placements.

"I told you.  Trust me," said the nightmare as he accepted the lube, uncapping it with his thumb to drizzle the clear liquid over his other hand, "I'm a professional."  He plied that pucker with his fingers.  "You've seen me do it," stretching.

----

"Or professor," John snickered before grunting; taking his cock again to pump it hard, fiddle with the piercing with his thumb. Only a few weeks off the arsefucking and it might as well have been years and many failed relationships in between. Felt like forever. "That t-word, it is abused a bloody lot."

----

"I think it has more worth coming from me over anyone else," the professor boasted with a lick to his balls.  John certainly trusted the Corinthian in order to have those eyeteeth so dangerously close to such a prize possession.

Fucking, loving, laughing, weeks since any of it.  Was it by fate that the Englishman had managed to come to his senses by his birthday, or something more metaphorical at work?  Of course, it could have been dumb luck.  Three fingers were buried deep in the blonde now, a pale comparison to Jack bobbing above his own erection.  Christ he'd have to exert immense will power to not use it.

He was practically massaging that rear to acceptance.

----

John knew the Corinthian liked those balls too much to literally chew them off. If anything, the magus would be more worried for his eyes if the nightmare were to follow his more basic desires and tastes.

Meanwhile, the poor mage's hole did not know what was truly coming to it. As far as it went, it all had felt standard, but John knew better, occupying himself with keeping himself hard. Let the professor profess.

----

He'd never do such a thing as feast on those sharp blue eyes over a whim.  The second incarnation had what the first lacked; self control.  He couldn't deny his curiosity (they more than likely tasted of heaven) but that could explain his seemingly insatiable appetite for sex.

"Let's start with something you know how to handle," the nightmare smirked, giving the tree printed on his rear a firm slap.  He removed his fingers to slowly and firmly replace it with his natural cock.  The larger one settled against John's back for now.

----

The eyes were two one-time delights. The sex could come back within an hour for as long as the magus was alive, unless the nightmare wished to indulge in more taboo fetishes involving a mage without a heartbeat or breath. 
 
John could feel the toy on his back; a teasing weight (or an ominous sign?) while the nightmare inserted himself within him. There was some resistance still; a wolf was not a creature of constant anal sex after all. It had to have felt nice on the nightmare's end, Constantine squeezing and relaxing; the relaxed hole still a snug fit.

----

Taboo wasn't much of a problem between them, already being two frotting cocks in the first place.  He liked his magician living and breathing anyway, the better to feel his real heartbeat unlike the nightmare's false one.

"Nngh... Good retention..." Cori praised with a triple grin.  The clench to his cock was exhilarating, and in a moment's time he was thrusting against John's ass.  Both lubricant-slicked hands rubbed along his back.  Fifty-four years old and he still had a body and prick that could make thirty year olds jealous, or aroused in the Corinthian's case.

The toy slid back and forth against his crack, adding to the sensations and yes, to the ominous (anticipated) knowledge that it was going to be inside him very soon.

----

Jealousy indeed: Constantine's callous care for his body and lifetime of vice would have added years to his appearance. A desecrated temple the nightmare was paying his homage to, John clenching and furiously masturbating himself while his free hand dug into the sheets. Already he was hot, the Corinthian able to feel that surprisingly toned muscle under a healthy thickness of fat. The nightmare's temporary disappearance had taken away from the slight glow the magus' skin once had, aging flesh constantly renewed by his shapeshifting. 
 
"I'm a good lad, yeah," he huffed lowly, his eyes closed to better enjoy the taste of sex flavoring the air. It was a hard sensation for the magus to describe to someone unable to but it made sex a fuck of a lot more enjoyable than it already was.

----

"Very good," the nightmare agreed between breaths.  He settled into a quick pace, thighs slapping for some rhythm, the better to get Constantine's hole primed and ready.  "Best lad I've... had in a... while," Cori grunted.  John had to know, a 'while' for him could have meant one year or one century.

"Ride it," he instructed to the blonde as his own cock settled in him.  Cori couldn't do all the work... and he rather enjoyed the thought of making Constantine fuck himself on his dick.  Meanwhile he added to the 'ominous' mood by squeezing lube over old Jack.

----

The nightmare stopped. Certainly this couldn't have been the end of it, and the nightmare was not intending for him to release so soon, but John could not help but be a little annoyed. He slammed himself into Cori's pelvis, tight when he pulled himself back up again. He was tight when he slammed down the next time. Using both arms to support himself, he was a steady, slow jackhammer, establishing a faster rhythm that his damaged hip could keep up with. Or was he in too much euphoria to really notice any pain?

"Cowboys," John grunted, filled to usual sexual comfort, "ride horses, mate."

----

"You'd never make it in the wild west," the Corinthian said as he tilted his head back.  Damn, did he really want to replace his hard on with the tool?  John's ass was relaxing just enough while retaining a tightness that could drive him to orgasm.

A simple glance at the size of the thing reminded him how lovely it would be to see it wedged inside Constantine.  And he'd love it, Cori was sure.  He coated the thicker cock completely, not one to take a chance with his lover's health and comfort, then took hold of John's hips, to halt his riding.

"Are you ready," asked the nightmare.

----

"Never liked the hats. Aren't --nnnrgh-- me style." The pounding ceased when he felt both of Cori's hands. Bloody shame. John particularly enjoyed the taste of the air, a perk to his condition that gave a new dimension to sex. The nightmare could see a flash of those steady blue eyes. "Do your worst, mate."

----

Tasted good didn't it?  Sweat, sex, lubricant, the ever-present scent of a smoker's apartment, and in time a little ejaculate.  He felt along the magician's sides, feeling his body for signals that he might be too tense or otherwise ready and willing.  Cori met that blue gaze; had to be the latter.

He pulled out of John as he lowered himself on spreading knees to poise the tip of the purple thing at his hole.  The Corinthian didn't ask if he was ready again, too many questions would allow his ass to settle back in its tightness.  They needed it to be accepting of wide penetration.

One hand gripped the undamaged side of John's hip while his other guided the first two inches into him, then three, then four to let him settle.

----

Jesus, that thing was larger than the magus had thought. Being on the other end was a different matter entirely, although it must have been another thrill in itself to take it with a live, pulsing cock. Take what you can get, John figured. He curled his lip, his cheek against the sheets while he grunted and adjusted himself around the toy. He could only fathom just how that inevitable knot felt. On a dare, he decided he could take it. No hot semen to stream and spill from the end but he could only imagine how filled he would be.

----

As long as the magus didn't voice anything that basically expressed old Jack was second rate.  The purple thing was second rate to John's, but could he penalize the nightmare for trying?  He might not be able to ejaculate from it but at least there was so much lube it was dripping down his thighs.

"Relax babe," purred the paler of the two as he guided the toy deeper.  He rubbed his palms over Constantine's back, up and down his spine before holding on to his hips again.  Cori guided the rest of the length inward with his own hips, but the bulge at the base would have to wait.  He started to fuck John again, his magician, his old man.

----

"Slowly," grumbled the Corinthian's old man. He had fucked some interesting things in his lifetime but he wasn't sure if he could recall something that rivaled the size of the beast making itself cozy in his ass. No amount of lube could prepare the magus for how the toy had filled every crevice of him to the point of strain. The bloody thing was huge and drooling. 

----

He complied with that grumble, taking slow strokes, deep but carefully so.  Was John still jacking himself off?  Each thrust brought the Corinthian's natural cock to frot against Constantine's.  He reached around the other's thigh to make sure that happened.  Maybe it would help him cope with the size inside him.

"Say duck anytime," Cori reminded the Englishman.  It really was a reminder too, not a challenge of his ability.

----

John was not jacking himself off, using both his arms to brace himself against the sheets as he rode out the size of Jack, huffing and puffing but Cori was the one trying to blow him down. He might just at this rate; that could not have been the whole purple cock. Cori's live one was comforting his at least.

Fuck, a challenge was a challenge, duck or none.

----

His challenge was to make John orgasm all over the sheets, not a daunting one in the Corinthian's opinion.  He squeezed both their erections, aching to milk the semen out of him.  If he couldn't jackhammer the magician without risking a tear he could increase that filling sensation by drawing most of its purple length out, leaving enough to press against his prostate, only to slide all of it back in.  Slow but deep.

"Are you.... going to make it... to hhff fifty-four," asked the nightmare, "this is only... twenty-two."  He emphasized what the numbers meant by burying Jack in his ass again.

----

"I'll make it to bloody 'undred."

John wanted to see if he could take that knot. He pressed his back end against the purple cock, wincing as he did. He automatically choked, a rare noise from a man such as himself, but he kept at it, slowly edging that rim towards the thickest part of the dildo.

----

"Don't push yourself," said the nightmare, this time in warning as he paced even slower.  Hard and fast wasn't the way to go with the huge purple addition to their playtime, at least not for John's... first time.  The Corinthian had similar thoughts, how the blonde had pounded his brand new body, now it was Constantine's turn.

"Nngh... Are you going to... come for me," he asked the other, as if that were a prerequisite for being allowed to enjoy the widest part of Jack.

----

Constantine's reply was simple: "Why the hell are you asking that?" He did not press on further.

----

"Do you know... what mine can do that yours can't," Cori asked with a hard pinch to the pine.

----

Oh, that was a tricky one. John had to smile at this. "Mine can do a lot of things yours can't, I know that."

----

If he could roll teeth, though John likely knew Cori well enough to decipher when he was staring plainly or rolling his 'eyes'.  He did so this time, but in jest as he continued to fuck him.  John was cocky, the undoer of the nightmare's plan to make it to fifty-four.  He pressed the heels of his palms on the blonde's rear, spreading his cheeks to stretch him so that he might finally accommodate the thick purple knot.

----

To a fucking hundred. John dug his fingers into the sheets as the nightmare pulled to better accommodate. He was guaranteed to be sore tomorrow but oh, it'd be worth it. Nothing like something new and exciting to shave the years off, even if just for a moment. It made him forget he was a little over half a century old.

----

All the way in.  He filled Constantine with the last two or three inches of Jack, purple bulge nestled in his ass.  Its shape was accommodating for a plug.  "You like that," Cori asked.  With it buried completely he could lean over and kiss the back of John's neck.

----

John's back bowed and his head fell back, his eyes wanting to roll over and see what color his fucking brain was from within. He tightened around Jack, released, tightened. His gut ached, to be honest.

"Is it... coming out me gob?" he moaned, his jaw hanging, his breath heavy. The lust in the air was flavorful but was nothing compared to having his ass wide open. He was not sure if he liked it but hell, he did it and that was what kept him up.

----

"No," the nightmare answered with another kiss to his neck, a firm bite that threatened to break his skin but didn't.  Now to address his earlier remark.

Cori straightened up again, drawing his hands along John's warm back to the straps on his thighs.  He undid them, detaching the harness from his body to let the buckles dangle against the other.  The dildo was stuck there, after all.  He walked his fingers along the base of John's spine.  "On your back."

----

John grit his teeth as the other set came close to drawing blood. It felt as if it should, heat throbbing from the red mark. Jack was a lance to his innards; he wasn't sure if he could get a hand back there to keep himself hard but he rolled over anyway, like a good dog. His cock still was an erect mast, the dildo quite stuck inside of him and plugging him up.

----

Cori climbed on top of the magus, knees pressed to John's sides.  He would have liked to sit on that erection, but with the purple todger deep inside him those hips might not be able to handle it and the Corinthian's weight.  Both needed to get off though, he thought he had the answer.

His still hard and ready cock throbbed in Constantine's face, piercing leveled with his mouth.  He smirked, pressing the tip to John's lips.  Whether he accepted it or not Cori reached back to handjack the Englishman's shaft anyway.

----

His chest heaving at the nightmare's... mercy, for lack of a better word (John was not going anywhere), he took that pierced cockhead and sucked. He sucked out that precum, its taste normal and perhaps even better than he had remembered. He sucked as the Corinthian's hand moved, as his ass clenched on Jack, as his heart raced and the rest of him moistened the sheets in his sweat. His hot skin shined as he held that other cock and drug his teeth along the shaft, teased that head. His other hand played along the base, the balls.

----

Mercy and rightly deserved.  He cared for John (loved him) and wouldn't risk puncturing his insides, with sex or other appetites.  His hot mouth on his cock was euphoric enough, his precum indeed tasting with a hint of salt but no sand.  Not anymore.  Cori ran his fingers through John's blonde hair.

"That's it, hff fuck..." the nightmare grunted, hips pushing his dick into that smoky mouth.  He tightened his grip on the Englishman's shaft, pumping it faster.

----

John sucked away, sucking along as much as the shaft he could get from his spot. His fingertips went from rougher to outright leathery, altered flesh hopefully for the more erotically pleasing as he continued to grope and fondle, to coax that load out. His ass strained against the very static Jack, a pleasing resistance that drove the building pressure in the base of his dick.

----

"Gnnh," he grunted, feeling the change of texture in John's skin.  The friction was nice, rough enough to bring him closer to orgasm, supple enough to not chaff his erection.

Cori twisted his palm around the Englishman's cock, squeezed his balls and rubbed upward to tease his piercing.  He wanted that load and the nightmare didn't seem too concerned that they blow it simultaneously.  He tilted his head back, fucking John's face.  "Gonna come..." soon, and not with the taste of spoiled seed like weeks before.

----

No, this seed would be tasting so much better, John was sure; in either case he was going to be getting a big mouthful of it. Not a lot of choice in the matter but the magus did not feel like resisting, his tongue and lips absorbed with its shape and feeling, lubricated by spit. The back of his tongue lingered on the frenum piercing. Those eyes closed, he would have kissed it if the nightmare wasn't fucking his face so hard. He didn't even care where he came either, he was just so damn close to doing it hard enough that he would have sworn it splattered on the goddamn fucking ceiling. The way the nightmare acquainted himself with Albert had even him squirming.

----

As a testament to his certified fucking machine capabilities, the nightmare managed to lean all the way back, spine curving over the magician's torso.  Maybe John could kiss it now but his erection was large enough to keep half of it in the other's mouth.

He leveled his face against John's cock, to frot it against his mouth, his eyeteeth, sometimes it was his regular tongue that licked that piercing, other times the irregular ones.  Anything to get the old man to ejaculate, preferably on Cori himself and not the ceiling even if the latter would be an interesting sight.

----

Something to brag about when drunk. John would have marveled at the nightmare's flexibility, a flashback to the days where he would regularly practice tantric sex. Where the hell did that go? His calloused fingers stroked along the veins and thin flesh of the nightmare's foreskin and balls, his teeth ran along that shaft, his tongue "embraced" it in its thick warmth. He could not feel the soreness in his ass from Jack's purple Moses-esque abilities, only the explosion of orgasm that flickered along the backs of his eyelids when he came, squeezing the nightmare's cock and balls while huffed and panted on it. He howled into it, his body in rapture while he mentally begged Cori to coax it all out of him.

----

"That's it," he purred against John's shaft, rubbing his cockhead along his cheek as hot semen stained his skin.

He took what he could into his mouth, savoring the taste he'd missed.  The sheets were coated in sweat and now a little bit of cum.  Make that a lot of cum, but most of it he milked between their flesh.  Cori lapped at the pierced groove for every last drop.  His feast was cut short however by the spike of sensation in his dick.

Both teeth eyes closed as he raised his head from between John's thighs.  A few more thrusts and fresh natural hot seed came.  Nothing spoiled here save for their unbridled sexual appetites.

----

Instantly John knew this was the cum he had been missing for weeks, the moment he was sure he would never experience again. Funny that, here it was, all of it rolling over his tongue and down his throat as he forced all of it out, even sucking on the head to be extra sure.

Then it was gone, and the magus was relaxed, the euphoria leaving him with a thick nipping pain in his arsehole. Oh hell, getting Jack out and how he'd be feeling after was going to be right funny business it was...

----

When he was certain there wasn't any left to give, the nightmare slowly pulled out of the magician's mouth, letting his still sticky head leave a milky trail down that stubbled chin.  He relaxed his lower weight on John, some of the man's semen on his tongues and his face.  Cori managed a smile.

"I'm gonna take it out," he upnodded, still reeling from his peak but not one to forget the huge purple dick still plugging Constantine.  He carefully turned over, his own pale rear hovering near the Englishman's face.  His tongue flicked against the other's ring piece, coaxing it to relax as he slowly twisted the most challenging part of Jack out.

----

Nice to see the Corinthian smiling too. John was smiling as well, his chest heaving as his body sank back to somewhere normal. That looming arse filling his vision was bloody tempting, but Constantine flinched.

"Shit, augh! Fuck! Bloody... thing's bigger than I thought." A grumble. He still managed to bring his lips to the smooth skin and suck.

----

An old man's smile for three immortal ones.  But the Corinthian stopped momentarily when he heard swearing against his pale rear.  Too fast?  More difficult than Constantine could handle?  Cori continued to remove the dildo, twisting it outward to make removal easier.

"Hardest part's over," he spoke warmly against John's thigh, the bulge sliding from his ringpiece, "there."  The nightmare kissed his darker skin while easing out the rest of its length.

----

John's head fell back with relief when it was out and gone. The nightmare would have seen maybe a tiny fleck of blood or two. He might have been able to smell it. John could. His arse throbbed, and he would not say it was in the good way. The nightmare's breath along his bare skin? That felt nice.

"How long again?" he mumbled. He wanted to shit.

----

A drop of blood or two, not unusual for someone who'd just taken an intense todger for the first time.  He licked at John's widened hole, it'd contract to its normal size in moments.  In the meantime he suckled away at it, tasting lube and a minute trace of bloody copper.

"Ten inches," answered the nightmare, "ten and a quarter if you want to be specific."  He nodded, eyeing the purple monster on the bed sheets.  "You were a good boy," Cori praised with another grin against his leg before he turned around to lie beside Constantine.

----

John wrapped his arm around the nightmare's chest, turning towards him. His anus felt gaping but it would past; his first experience, stupid experimentation so long ago, had him on the bloody bog in surprise after.

He buried his face into crook of the nightmare's shoulder, pulling him close. "So where did you find him?"

----

Experimentation gone well this time, he hoped, otherwise the cocksucking wouldn't have became a part of their lives in the city.  It would pass and in Jack's case it wouldn't be habitual.  It was nice to know though that he had been the one to introduce it to Constantine, just as he had introduced the Corinthian to rearlocking.

He slipped his arm under the other's neck, warm and close, fingers brushing through his blonde hair.  "The Hustler Store," Cori joked then clarified with a kiss to his forehead, "nice shop in the Underground, they've got a vibrating one too."  Something else John's couldn't do.

----

"Charming name," John spoke into the nightmare's flesh. "I never knew there were places even remotely decent down there." He did not want to get started on the spectrum of species that made up the population of more than willing prostitutes and sex slaves.

----

"I looked long and hard just for you," said the nightmare, pun perhaps intended.  His narrower paler nose nudged the magician's before he stole a kiss from Constantine's mouth.  His tongue flicked against the other's.

"I wished you happy birthday, right?"  Cori couldn't remember if he had actually said the words.

----

"I think Jack did it all for you," John said in between, the taste of the nightmare's lips lingering. He had to refresh it, taste it again.  "Me arsehole feels like a fucking cavern."

----

"You'll get over it," he replied, similarly between tastes of John's mouth.  At the very least he hadn't said the magus would get used to it.  Even Cori could only take such a width once or twice a month.  "You can sit around the studio, I'll wash the sheets," the nightmare smirked along the blonde's jaw.

----

"I doubt I'll be able to bloody sit for awhile," the magus snorted with his parted ass. Still, it was nice, lying here once again with an intact Cori. "What was happening to you before?"

----

"Three or four days tops," he nodded once, a little grin on his face (three of them), "I have your best interests at heart."  The Corinthian emphasized his claim with another kiss to John's lips.  Ahh but that question made him frown faintly.

"He left to build another body," he being his Lord and Master, "to deal with that sacrifice shit.  Guess which one I was."  Cori averted his gaze briefly; it was a sour one.

----

John's grip on the nightmare briefly tightened. He did not want to think that throwing himself away to the wolves, literally, was a justified action after all. No. There was Zee, but who was she other than a friend? Cori became something more than what she ever was.

"Best you brought me back then."

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The tightening grip brought his toothy gaze back to John's blue one.  "I know," he replied quietly.

Cori didn't want his thoughts to linger on what could have been either.  It didn't matter anymore because they were together again, laying side by side in each other's scent again.  "It's no one's fault," he said across John's skin in a low warm tone.

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"I'll pretend it's that way," John growled lowly in his throat. Shot, dead, a broken neck, gone, decapitation by a swordhappy wielder, deceased. John would not have joined the nightmare after all, should there have been an Afterlife for both of them.

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"Be happy, John, just for today," asked the nightmare as his fingertips drummed along Constantine's shoulder lightly.

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John shut his eyes. "I'm a miserable man not ready for the sunshine again."

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"What about me," he inquired while tilting his own chin up to press his lips to John's shut eyes.  No appetites here, only an intimate gesture.

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This should have been a terrifying gesture for anyone only familiar with the nightmare's function and first incarnation. For Constantine, this was comfort, even if those eyes snug behind those lids were one of the few and far delicacies of the universes, of the eras.

"You're the high points."

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A delicacy he could look, feel, and touch, yet never consume, but he didn't need to feast on those intense blue eyes to know John was his (by permission of course).  The Corinthian's other hand sought out Constantine's, to thread their fingers together.

"Then give me a smile."

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Threaded together like a pair of lovers, reunited. Constantine had to smile at this. The nightmare could see those forbidden fruits of the magus' glinting as they met his teeth.

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"Thank you," he said with a smile of his own before Cori kissed John's.  He noticed those blue eyes, savored the look of them because they could peer into the bone lining his eyelids without fear.

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That gaze had stopped the beast locked around the dormant magus, made him sick and dragged him to the borders of primal fear and his father's hand. Now John was unfazed, felt nothing. "Don't hear that from either of us very often."

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"I won't tell anyone if you don't," said the nightmare, his warm smile turning into a warm grin again.  He closed one toothy eye in a secretive wink.

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"Fifty quid, or whatever the fuck we're using for currency here."

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"Excuse me," he asked with a quirked brow and a look of amusement.

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"Have to seal the deal somehow, don't we?" John smirked, pressing his forehead to Cori's.

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Those teeth eyes narrowed, so close to John's own eyes as their foreheads touched.  "Do you take credit?"

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"Credit in what? Spelunking in me arse?"

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"That's all right, you can take mine then."  His expression was sly, though the Corinthian knew another round wasn't likely just yet.

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Too early. John had nothing to deposit just yet. "Works for me." His eyes were indeed very close to those teeth.

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"Good..."

And Cori was very content laying beside him, foreheads and hands touching, eyes close without fear or hunger.  He pulled the sheets up higher, just above the waist.  Laundering and boiling could wait till the morning.