Trapped

[petty_dabbler]

John and Dinah had forged a partnership, as it were. John wasn't the most cuddly...but then neither was she. What mattered was that together they had a better chance of finding out what was going on. John had 'taken a meeting', as he'd called it, before he emerged from the bathroom soaking wet but with smoke rising from his charred clothes. He'd gotten information from someone he didn't trust, but knew was useful.

He and Dinah went to the old building and crept in through a broken window. Sneaking around a corner, they could see a ritual going on. Candles. Incense. Three goats and a young man, naked and bound in the center of a circle of sygils scrawled on the floor. John got out 'we have to stop...' but then leapt from hiding to charge the ritual. Dinah at his heel was just as late as John was. Candle flames flared and the boy and his goats all exploded in wet chaos. Both John and Dinah were doused head to foot in gore. A voice boomed from overhead in a language John didn't recognize and the head priest's eyes glowed.

The fight was brief. So brief it wasn't a fight at all. John and Dinah found themselves locked in a dark room. The walls were cold metal and there was no ventilation. John flicked open his zippo to take a look around. Inscribed around the door were more sygils.

"The good news," he announced, "Is I can get us out of here. The bad news is...you're not going to like it, love."

He looked at her with a dark, hungry gaze and tugged at his tie to undo it.

He clicked the zippo shut, leaving them in the dark.

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[myprettybird]

Magic. All this fucking magic. She isn't even sure why her brain is so resistant to accepting the fact that all the spells and rituals and whatever are actually real, are actually doing things. Magical things. She's seeing it with her own eyes! She's witnessing it happening right in front of her and it's not like she hadn't already heard stories about Constantine. And it's not like she doesn't have powers of her own. It's just hard to accept anyway. A lifetime of thinking it's just the stuff of kids books and horror movies is hard to overcome. Even while she can feel the the remains of a kid who exploded out of nowhere sliding down the bare skin of her arms and sinking into the fabric of her pants.

So fine. It's real. All of it is real and John can control it and it can make people and farm animals blow up. And apparently she's now going to have to be part of some kind of ritual or some shit. Fine.

"There's nothing I like about this, John. Nothing," she says a little too fast. The adrenaline pumping so hard through her body that it's making her vibrate a little. "And I like it even less when I can't see a fucking thing. Shit. Just hurry up and tell me."

[petty_dabbler]

He reached out blindly, going on the sound of her voice. He could smell the panic in her blood. a little fumbling and he caught her hand, then moved in close to hold her.

"We just need a little...life force," he said, his voice a low purr. No reason to be loud. The dark just seemed to eat the sound anyway.

"Dinah..."

John slid his hand down the curve of her waist to rest on her hip.

"...This won't work unless you're willing."

He opened his eyes wide but could see nothing, so he trusted luck and sought her mouth to kiss her.

[myprettybird]

She's struck dumb for a second as her brain tries to catch up with current events, and the look in his eyes when the lights went out all of a sudden makes perfect sense. Oh shit.

Jumping slightly when his hand touches her in the pitch black, she can feel him closing in. His breath, his body heat. It's not like she's totally opposed to the idea, he's hot and the accent doesn't hurt. But this is fast and weird and they're both covered in sticky blood and she's really not sure at all that she is willing.

"Hold up," she replies in an equally low pitched voice. Putting out a hand that lands high on his chest. She can feel the shirt buttons under her palm so she grabs a fistful of the fabric and holds him still for a long second, and then another. He's warm and she can feel his heart beating and the energy radiating off of him. She can smell the cigarettes and something else. Something that's distinctly him. Finally she sighs, loud and empathic, and pulls him in with a soft "fuck it."

[petty_dabbler]

The remnants of tobacco was bitter on his lips as he kissed her deeply. He smoothed his hand over the swell of her ass, then let it rise to feel the curve of her breast.

One time, he thought, one time, he'd like to have sex without it involving magic. Not this time, though. They needed to get out because he didn't trust the cult to let them out out of the goodness in their hearts.

"Dinah Lance," he murmured against her lips. "Say my name. My whole name."

[myprettybird]

She probably shouldn't be surprised to discover it, but damn the man can kiss. She's still got a fistful of his shirt in one hand, but she puts the other on his waist, hooking a finger into one of his belt loops and pulling him in a little closer. In any other situation she'd probably be wondering if this was a really ridiculous con to get in her pants, but it's hard to imagine him being desperate enough to think this was an opportune moment. Kinda hard to imagine anyone being that desperate.

It's weird hearing him say her name like that. Like it obviously means something. Like it has power. But she doesn't bother questioning his request because this really isn't the time for magic lessons and she's a little afraid that if they stop, whatever he's trying to do won't work.

She doesn't move to kiss him again just yet, but she does let go of his shirt and lays her palm flat against his chest, over his heart. It's oddly comforting in the blackness. "John Constantine."

[petty_dabbler]

John skimmed his hands over her body, mapping the shape of her. His hands climbed higher and higher, then he took hold of her face. One soft kiss, then he began to whisper.

"Ahan bas, curen curen curen vesisi," he chanted, licking at her lips between every phrase. Power built, making the air thick and tense and desire perfumed the air.

[myprettybird]

She can barely breathe and she's not sure if it's the magic, the adrenaline, the way he's touching her, or all of it at the same time. Whatever it is, the fact that she can't see a damn thing is magnifying it something fierce. She can hear more, feel more, smell more.

"How far are we going with this," she breathes into a pause between words she doesn't understand. It occurs to her then that he might not be able to stop whatever this ritual is now that he's started it. "If you can't talk to me, just show me."

[petty_dabbler]

John took her hand and guided it downward. He was aching hard already and the feel of the heat of her palm as he pressed it to the ridge his fly held back.

"Ahan bas," he barely whispered, then kissed her again. This time harder, deeper, pushing against her to try to feel that...spark...that he needed for this spell.

[myprettybird]

Well, shit. Ok, then. This was gonna be the real deal. Right here in a creepy, lightless dungeon, with him apparently chanting the whole time.

Dinah has had some bizarre fucks in her life, but definitely never sober. She's pretty sure the blood is a new one too. Or at least she hopes so.

She squeezes once, getting a feel for him through his pants. Then she gets both hands to work getting his shirt open, making quick work of the buttons, before sliding her hands over his bare chest. If fucking is gonna power this spell, and he's already said she needs to be willing, then she assumes they're meant to enjoy it. So...she's gonna try to enjoy it. With one hand still on bare skin, she starts to work on getting his pants undone.

[petty_dabbler]

You're a real asshole, John. You know that?

Fuck off, Chaz, John thought. If they wanted out then they'd do what needed done. He'd buy her dinner after.

You're playing a dangerous game, John. Just what he needed was bloody Gabriel narrating a moment like this. But neither of them would shut up, nor the other voices. Those who'd died, those he'd sacrificed. They all came howling at him in the dark.

"...curen curen..." he breathed, but then she freed his cock and all he could do was gasp like some fumbling teen who'd never had his nob even looked at.

"...curen...Dinah," he moaned. A man could only hold his concentration for so long.

[myprettybird]

When he says her name she kisses him again, smiling into it. They barely know each other, not really, but it's always nice to be appreciated when you're about to get naked with somebody. Besides, as strange as he is, and as much trouble as he's caused her since she met him, she actually kind of likes him. He's exciting. Weird as fuck, but definitely exciting.

She takes a minute to undo her own pants before grabbing his hand and sliding it into her underwear. No point being shy about it. She's wet and hungry and the leftover adrenaline has her all kinds of keyed up. Her breath hitches when he touches her and she immediately takes his cock in her hand again and sucks a kiss at his neck before nipping at the skin. She can feel the words he's chanting vibrating against her lips and the fact that it's actually a massive turn on is not something she ever would have guessed about herself.

[petty_dabbler]

He choked in the middle of the words when she took him in hand, but it wasn't a complaint. With the invitation he went by touch and slid a single finger in to find the wetness. she was so hot and her clit was right there. John smiled a little in the dark and did his best to make her moan.

And all the while he chanted. Barely above a whisper, sometimes hardly even that.

With clothes out of the way John tugged her down to the floor. He was a lot of things, but a bloody acrobat wasn't one. He'd need the floor's help, to be sure. He pulled her down, doing his best to not lose her mouth. And when they had the security of the floor, he flipped his angle and sunk his fingers deep into he slick cunt.

[myprettybird]

She'd been wondering how they were actually gonna make this work. She's not completely opposed to sex against a wall, but she'd seen these walls before all the lights went out, and she doubts it would have been particularly comfortable. Not that the floor is but it's for sure better than the alternative.

Moaning into a sigh when he gets his fingers up her, she stops moving just long enough to enjoy that reliable mix of relief and heightened need she loves so much. If a partner is skilled with their hands, it's almost better than the main event. Almost.

He's made it pretty clear that he's gonna let her set the pace for this, which she really does appreciate. But that also means she's gonna do him the favor of not dragging out the foreplay. It's not like she needs much considering how keyed up and nervy she already is.

[petty_dabbler]

"Ahan bas," he kept on, the words coiling around them, pulling them tighter together. Jahn settle d down on his ass and pulled her into his lap. He could feel how the dried blood made the skin on the backs of his hands tight. He wondered how filthy his palms were. If he was even worthy to touch her.

And then he got back up to her face and could feel something cold and more solid than he'd like in her hair.

He was going to ignore that.

Instead, John moved this way, that, shift, lift, pull...

"Oh, fuck me," he groaned, the spell stuttering as he thrust up into the wet depth of her. So tight and so slick. He nipped at her jaw, trying so hard to keep the spell in mind.

With the next round of his chant the sygils around the door began to glow. Just enough to be seen, the faintest pale bule light giving them just enough light to make out movement in the dark room.

[myprettybird]

The floor is cold against her knees, and she's grateful he's keeping her from having to touch it any more than that. It's bad enough knowing what's on their skin, what's probably in her hair and definitely sticky on her arms. But then she's sliding down around his cock and it doesn't really matter that much anymore. A good fuck is always such a great distraction.

And she can tell he's a good fuck, even in these decidedly less than ideal circumstances. Strong hands, good kisser, not too fast but with an attractive level of confidence. She wonders what he'd be like somewhere more comfortable, with more time and a lot less dried gore.

She's had her eyes shut because the complete blackness is too unsettling to look into. Easier to keep her eyes closed and just go by touch. But then the glow starts and at first she isn't sure she's not hallucinating it, but then she can just make out his face as she leans in to kiss him again. She can't fucking believe it's actually working.

[petty_dabbler]

He reaches around to hold her ass with both hands, jerking her forward every time he drives up into her. He can't get enough of the taste of her tongue or feeling the heat of her skin against his.

The longer they move, the stronger the glow becomes. Ghostly light makes it better. He can see enough to breathe. He can see the shape of her face, the shadows of her eyes, he can see the pale glow shining on skin that isn't marred with blood.

"You need to come for me for it to work," he panted, then ducked his head so he could catch her nipple to suckle and worry.

[myprettybird]

That is definitely not gonna be a problem, although she doesn't say so out loud. No need to give him a big head about it.

She shifts her hips slightly to adjust the angle and gasps when he hits the right spot. She grinds down on him and puts a hand on the back of his head, sliding her fingers through his hair and holding him in place. Arching her back to get him to suck harder. Talented mouth on this one. She's kind of hoping she'll have the chance to find out just how talented some day. She figures if they're this good under duress, it might be worth seeing how good they are when they aren't worried about bad guys on the other side of a dungeon door.

But no point in getting ahead of herself. Right now she just needs to ride this edge up and over the top. Shouldn't take long. Almost there.

[petty_dabbler]

He catches her with his teeth and bites, slow and steady, sucking the whole time. He can tell she's close because the glow is getting brighter. He can actually see her eyes. Her face is so soft in the low light that she could easily be an angel. Except for the burning wheel full of eyes part. But the Earthly form, she had that going on.

"Keep on, love," he says softly as he moves from left to right. He can feel her move just a little more precisely, slowing just a bit so she could find what she needed. John found himself digging blunt fingertips into the supple flesh of her ass to get her to give him a little, too. A little more.

What do you think, John? Fifty fifty you kill her with all this?

Sometimes he hated that Chaz would never shut up. He didn't need his doubts actually having a voice.

[myprettybird]

She's panting now and she can hear the weird echo of the sounds bouncing off the stone walls. It makes everything even more unreal somehow. Like they are totally cut off from the world. It's unnerving, but not enough to distract her from how good he feels inside her. How his sharp teeth on her nipple send sparks right to her cunt. How his breath catches when she clenches tight around him. And it definitely doesn't distract her from the the increasing brightness in the room. Nothing natural about that glow, but for some reason she isn't all that freaked out about it. She guesses at some point your brain just starts to go with the flow, no matter how fucked up that flow is.

Digging her nails into his scalp she can feel how close she is. So god damn close. She lets her head fall back, exposing the long line of her throat, and grinds down when he's as deep as he can go. Once. Twice. Her body shudders as the orgasm hits her. Breath caught in her throat and the muscles in her thighs twitching.

[petty_dabbler]

He thrust a few more times as she rode him through her release. He felt it coming, coming, right there, chase it, there...

He came hard with a rough growl and indulged in just a second of bliss. That was all he could afford, though. As they both spent themselves the door creaked, buckled, crunched, the flew violently off the hinges and out into the hallway.

John was trapped, pinned in place by Dinah, but he was at the ready, at all times. He let go of her and held his hand out to the door as if the order a lackey to stop. It wasn't very effective.

Except then his entire forearm burst into flame.

No one arrived. For the moment they had peace.

"We should get out of here. I don't generally have good ideas, but I think that's a good one."

[myprettybird]

Eyes wide, she slowly breaks into a huge grin. "Fire?! Holy shit, John. That is so cool."

She gets up as gracefully as she can, surveying the surroundings to find her clothes and trying really really hard to ignore the stains and dried, crusty patches on her skin. Getting the fuck out of there is the only thing that matters at the moment, so she can save the freak out for when they get somewhere safe.

It takes her almost no time at all to get dressed again, it's not like she was wearing all that much to begin with, and she's feeling pretty fucking motivated. "Alright," she says as she finishes zipping and buttoning her pants. "Let's go. The sooner we're gone, the sooner I can have a shower and a cigarette."

[petty_dabbler]

John was dressed in a flash. In the light every single one of his tattoos was visible, and he covered them all up as fast as he could.

Tugging on his trench coat, he popped the collar and nodded to the door.

"Ladies first?" he asked, pulling out a cigarette from a partly crushed pack.

[myprettybird]

She nods and heads out on high alert. The trip back to the car is completely uneventful, though, aside from the horror movie level gore left over from the earlier explosions. She does her best to ignore it and keep moving. Not like there's anything they can do about it now, and her skin is really starting to itch.

Once they hit the street, Dinah allows herself a second to close her eyes and take a deep breath of fresh air. Her hands resting against the roof of the car. She stretches her back and breathes out a loud sigh of relief as she waits for John to go around to the driver's side.

"I need a shower. And a cigarette, if you can spare one." She opens the passenger side door to get in but stops short. "Got anything to put on these seats? This shit is gonna be a nightmare to get out of the upholstery."

[petty_dabbler]

John tucked his bent smoke between his lips and handed her the pack and lighter. Then he looked into the car and decided Chaz could fuck right off.

"Nah, love, it's alright. Just get in. We'll worry about it in the sunlight," he said as he slid into the shitty twenty year old economy nightmare and took off.

There was a hotel not far away and John had just enough dosh to get them a room. It wasn't the best motel, but they didn't ask questions when they saw all the blood, so that was good.

In the room, he hung up his coat.

"All things considered, that could have gone worse," he said.

[myprettybird]

She wants to argue, but she really can't, so she just sorta shrugs and nods in agreement. They're both alive, the sex was surprisingly good, and she's finally gonna get to wash the guts out of her hair. So...yeah. Could be worse.

"I'm not sure any of these clothes are salvageable so I might end up stealing a bed sheet to wear home, but I've had worse walks of shame."

Stripping off her top she tosses it aside and starts toward the bathroom. No point in being modest and the sooner she gets this shit off the better. "Either I get first dibs on the shower or you can join me," she calls back to him over her shoulder. "No hard feelings if it was just about the ritual, though."