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There's Magic In The Air Tonight
ONE The club was pumping tonight; that was probably because the live band up on stage were actually pretty good for a change. The music pulsed through the crowd, seeming to infuse them with energy. Scattered around the room were young men wearing garishly bright costumes; their well muscled bodies moving in time to the beat of the music.
John Constantine usually avoided places like these, they were too loud, too garish. These days he preferred quieter places where he could have a drink and a smoke in peace. The kind of place where he could hear himself think. No, his days of heavy rocking ended with Mucous Membrane.
The thought of his old punk band saddened him. He could still remember the pleading look on Gary Lester's face as John had watched the demon devour him. There was nothing he could do, Gary had condemned himself when he had inadvertently released the hunger demon from that dying man back in Africa.
Quickly he pushed those thoughts away. There were so many ghosts following him around. So many horrible memories. The Newcastle Crew, Gary, Emma...so damned many.
Downing his gin and tonic, he looked around the dance floor form the relative peace of the bar. Couples, mostly men, were gyrating madly, their bodies slick with sweat. John smiled as he watched a couple of younger men move across the floor with an older man in tow.
The crowd shifted and parted to let these three through. John noticed with amusement, the covetous glances that the older, taller man was getting from many of the twinks. The older man seemed oblivious to these looks. Instead, he seemed to only concentrate on the two men in front of him.
"Over here Walter." One of them said, turning towards the one called Walter. With that, they managed to secure a place at the bar. The bartender took their orders and while he was getting them, John decided to become better acquainted.
Moving closer to where the three of them were standing, John leaned over and said. "Busy here tonight."
Walter nodded. "It usually is on a Friday night." With that, he appraised the man leaning nonchalantly against the bar. Blonde hair cut short, clear blue eyes, a tan trench coat and an English accent. This was beginning to look interesting.
"Is it your first time here?" One of the younger men asked, he was looking at John, his green eyes shining in his flushed face.
"As it so happens, it is." John answered amiably. "I'm a visitor to your fair city."
"Well, in that case," the other young man put in. "We should buy you a drink. What are you having?"
"Gin and tonic for me." John replied, holding up his newly emptied glass.
"Great." The man turned towards the bar, and after managing to catch the bartender's eye, ordered a scotch neat, a vodka, a tequila straight and a gin and tonic.
The drinks were set down onto the counter and quick introductions were made. Raising his glass, John made a toast.
"To Walter, Alex and Fox. Three of the nicest Americans I have ever met."
The four of them drank, then another round was ordered. And then another, soon Walter Fox and Alex were chatting to John like they were old friends. With the help of both alcohol and uninhibited atmosphere of the club; John was soon able to learn everything he needed to about his newly found friends.
"So," he asked, leaning against the counter. "How did the three of you meet then?"
"When we were working for the FBI." Fox replied. "That was a couple of years ago now."
"The three of you worked for the FBI?" John asked, feigning surprise. He had already known that... along with the fact that Alex had once worked for an outside group and Walter's wife had died. He knew that Fox's sister had been taken as a child and that he had only just now managed to come to terms with that. He had learned all these things, the minute that he'd had the first drink with them.
"I was an Assistant Director with the Bureau." Walter added. "I retired last year."
"Bet these two keep you on your toes though." John said with a knowing wink. Walter burst out laughing, although he was not quite sure why. He put it down the scotches. How many have I had? Walter found himself wondering. He was starting to feel a little odd now.
Carefully he focussed the blonde haired man standing in front of him. He was saying something now, but Walter was not quite sure what it was. Something about a church. He needed to find a church.
Walter turned to Alex and Fox, they were listening to John as well, their mouths hanging open, their eyes looked dazed, almost glassy. Walter frowned, a slight edge of worry was beginning to nibble through the calm haze that had settled over him.
The drinks, has he drugged the....the thought flew away before it even had the chance to form properly in Walter's mind. Suddenly he heard Alex's voice as if from a great distance saying.
"There's one nearby. We can take you there now if you like."
"That would be great." John replied. "You know, I came here hoping that I'd be able to find exactly the right ones, and look, here we are." With that, he turned to Walter with a smile.
"Well, come on then lads, let's get this over and done with. And let's get this right. I'm going to need every bit of effort you lot can give me, and no bollocking it up, understand?"
With that, Walter, Fox and Alex followed John out of the club and out into the cold night air. Music drifted out after them as they headed up the street and around the corner, searching for the one place that John needed to be tonight.
Finally they found themselves standing in front of a small, neat looking church. It was set back from the street, it's old fashioned spires pointing upwards towards the night sky.
"A Catholic church, this is even better." John remarked approvingly, he was thinking of his friend, Rick the Vic. Yet another ghost that followed after him like a lost and lonely child.
"Why do you need to be here?" Walter asked, trying to shake that strange, sleepy feeling that had settled over him new like a blanket. He felt, not tired, more like he was being hypnotized. Not asleep, but not awake either. If limbo existed, Walter was pretty sure that this is how it would feel.
John turned towards him, cigarette in hand. "Because me old mate, the sodding cow who seems to be intent on ruining my life has one little weakness, and I intend to exploit it as much as I can. That's why I need you three fine fellows here. The minute I saw you, I knew that you were the ones that could help me....so to speak."
"Now come on, we have to find a way inside before somebody just happens to come along and find us here."
With that, the four of them mounted the steps that led up to the church doors. As expected, they were locked. John made a clicking sound of disgust with his tongue.
"Now, who'd want to lock a church up like this so a body couldn't get in when he needed to huh."
"There's been a lot of robberies in the neighbourhood recently." Alex said quietly. "That's probably why."
"Well Alex my lad, I'm sure that with your expertise, you'll be able to get us inside." John stepped aside, motioning towards the doors. Without a word, Alex dropped to one knee, and after checking the lock, he produced a small tool from the pocket of his jacket and proceeded to pick the lock. A couple of minutes later, the doors swung open and They were inside.
"Just perfect." John said, nodding with approval. He knew that he picked the right ones. Even though it had meant going from sleazy club to sleazy club, it had been worth it. These three were exactly the ones for what he needed to do now.
"What are we doing here John?" Fox asked suddenly, he sounded forlorn, like a child who had lost his mother. "Why have you brought us here?"
"Because there's a ritual that I need to perform and in order to do it, I need to have three healthy strong men and a place of worship." John explained. With that, he tossed the butt of his Silk Cut to one side, then promptly lit another one. A thin gray line of smoke curled around his head and up towards the ceiling.
"Come on lad, let's get started. The sooner we begin, the sooner we can all go home." John realized that he was starting to sound like a teacher talking to his students, he could not help but grin at that thought.
As he walked up towards the front of the church, John dived his hand inside the pocket of his tan trench coat. He pulled out a red felt marker and after finding the right spot; he knelt on the floor and began to draw patterns on the polished wood.
Walter, Fox and Alex drew closer, staring with curiosity down at the siguls that were beginning to take shape in front of them. A thin line of sweat had appeared on the Englishman's brow now, and a thin line dotted his upper lip.
Thin swirls, stars, crescent moons and large shapes that looked like eyes had begun to form. Then as if taking on a life of their own, they started to melt and take on new and even stranger forms.
The three men were fascinated now, they watched as new and even weirder patterns emerged. The colour of the ink looked like blood in the dim light. The red standing out in stark relief against the dull wooden floor.
If the huge statues of the Virgin Mary or the Christ mounted on the Cross disapproved of these ancient pagan symbols being drawn at their very feet, they gave no sign, but merely watched with sightless granite and marble eyes.
"There." Finally finished, John leaned back against the worn heels of his shoes, surveying his handiwork with a critical eye.
Suddenly a noise behind him alerted John. Getting to his feet, he turned around, the pen still clutched tight in his hand.
Walter had begun to undress Alex. The battered looking leather coat and shirt were already off and lying on the floor near their feet. Slowly they kissed, long and deep, their mouths not merely touching, but practically devouring each other in their urgency.
Not to be left out, Fox had shed his own clothes and was standing naked, the soft light shining against his bare skin.
Moving closer to his lovers, Fox joined their embrace. Slowly he stepped forward, his face had settled into an almost dreamlike state. Walter and Alex's arms parted, allowing their partner access into their private circle.
John could feel the sexually charged energy that was permeating the entire room now. The very air seemed to crackle around the three men as they kissed, their tongues touching and tasting each other. Walter's hands slid up Alex's back, feeling the hard ridges of spine under the warm skin. Alex gasped and writhed under the incredibly sensual sensation. With a soft moan, Alex turned to capture Fox's lips with his own.
The siguls that John had drawn began to glow, softly at first, then brighter as the three men sexual pleasure became even more heightened. He could hear the various noises behind him, soft moans and the occasional sharp intake of breath and lips or fingers found their mark.
Then, able to bear it any longer, Walter grasped both Fox and Alex and pushed them onto the floor. Fox, taking his cue, positioned himself onto all fours, all but whimpering his need. Without a word, Walter entered him, his engorged cock sliding into the tiny bud between Fox's cheeks as smoothly as a hot knife through butter.
Determined not to be left out, Alex knelt down in front of Fox, and slipping his hand under Fox's chin, lifted his head so that Fox could take Alex's cock into his mouth.
In the heat of the coupling, they never noticed the air begin to thicken, then coalesce near the alter.
Getting to his feet, John lit a cigarette and waited for the shape to take on it's proper form. Colours swirled in a mad dance, making the air around both it and John ripple, while behind them, Walter Alex and Fox fucked madly, the sweat flying off their naked bodies, the droplets dampening the floor around them.
Suddenly the colours melted together to form a beautiful looking woman. She stared at John, her cold green eyes taking in the rumpled trench coat and the scattered bits of ash that had fallen from the tip of his cigarette and onto the floor.
"John Constantine, why am I not surprised." She stated, her clear voice heavy with irony. "Only you would dare use a church to perform fuck magic."
"That's a bit crude now isn't it love." John replied. "I like to think of it more as romantic magic. Sounds a bit nicer don't you think?"
The demon shrugged. "A fuck is a fuck whether it is done up against a back alley wall, or in a bed strewn with perfumed rose petals."
"Well, maybe you're right darling. Me myself, I much prefer a bed these days. It's me back you....can't do anything too strenuous these days."
The demon shook her head, as if to indicate that none of this mattered anyway. "What do you want John?" She asked, a thread of impatience in her voice now. "I haven't got all eternity you know."
"I know Frey'th, I'm not going to keep you here long." John replied. "I summoned you because you owe me a favour and I have come to collect. I need you to do something for me."
"You once saved me from Heaven and now you are convinced that I owe you something John." Frey'th replied, she sounded almost amused. "You think that just because you did some small service a long time ago, I should be at your beck and call?"
"Something like that, yeah." John replied with a grin. "I think it's only fair...after what I did for you." He let the words hang meaningfully in the air. Frey'th said nothing for a moment, John could see that she was ticking this over in her mind. Then finally she nodded, there was no getting out of it. John had once saved her from an eternity of peace and forgiveness and absolute love. Frey'th knew that she owed the mortal...owed him big time.
"Very well John, what is it you want?" Frey'th asked wearily. She knew from experience that it was wiser to concede to John Constantine's demands rather than fight him. She had known many demons that had tried to stand against the mage-to their cost. And say what you will, but Frey'th was no fool.
"I have a friend, a good mate who's down in the pit through no fault of his own." John explained. "I need your help to set him free and send him on his way upstairs if you know what I mean."
Frey'th nodded, her flawless face thoughtful. "I suppose I could help you John, but tell me. How do I know that I won't end up like Chantenelle?"
John sighed, the thought of Ellie hurt him more than he was willing to admit. He had been fond of the succubus, but things had gone sour between them. John had once again played the traitor's game and it had been Ellie that had gotten hurt this time. Raising his head, he looked the demon straight in the eye.
"What happened between Ellie and myself is strictly between us. I can tell you straight darling, that nothing bad is going to happen. All I want is this one little favour and then that will be the end of it. Alright?"
Frey'th sighed and shook her head. "Still trying to make bargains with Hell John. When will you ever learn."
"I just need this one favour love." John's voice had become wheedling now. He was still gazing up at the demon, his eyes taking in her frightening perfection. He knew how powerful Frey'th was. She was no mere succubus or sub demon, she was one of the most powerful Queens of Hell. She ruled the Gateway Dominion and was answerable only to The First Of The Fallen himself.
"Very well, but you know that I am granting this request against my better judgment." Frey'th replied. She smiled to soften the words, her full red lips pulling away to reveal sharp pointed teeth. All the better to eat you with my dear.
A full throated cry drew her attention and her eyes settled onto the writhing mass of copulating flesh.
"I see that you have chosen a fine offering John."
"I thought that you would appreciate the company of strong handsome men." John replied with a smile. "Thought the older one would be right up your alley." He glanced over his shoulder. The taller man, the one called Walter had finished with the green eyed man and was now plowing the one with the unusual name.
"Their energy is strong." Frey'th agreed. "But tell me John, who is it that you want to release from Hell. Who is it that needs this kind of language." She indicated towards Walter, Alex and Fox.
The language that Frey'th was referring to was the strongest and the most ancient of all. It was the language of the flesh. The language of physical desire.
"An old and very dear friend of mine." John answered simply. "A man who was condemned to Hell because he made the mistake of helping me. He doesn't deserve to be there Frey'th. He deserves better."
"I see." Frey'th said, her voice gentle. "So you wish me to release him and send him on his way. I can do that, but you know that there must be a sacrifice. It's the way of things."
"I know darling." John replied, an edge of impatience in his voice now. It had been a simple thing to weave a common spell around the three men. It was just a matter of concentration and the right words whispered. But it was keeping the spell going that was the tricky part. John could feel his control slipping. Soon the spell would wear off and Walter, Fox and Alex would awaken to find themselves lying naked on a church floor. John could imagine that their reaction would not be one of happy surprise.
Sensing his thoughts, Frey'th said. "I think that we should make a start before your fine men wake up."
"Suits me love." John said, waving the hand that was holding his cigarette in a wide arc. "The sacrifice will be made, my friend will be set free and everyone will be happy."
Suddenly Frey'th lifted her head, taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and lifted her arms up in a supplicating manner. An eerie glow emanated from her pale thin form and begun to pulse in a silent rhythmic beat. John watched as the light grew brighter, then with a sudden burst, faded away.
"There, it is done. Your friend is free and has moved on to where he should be now." Frey'th said wearily. "And now John Constantine, what have you to give to me?"
"The sacrifice that was agreed on many years ago." John replied. "When I was a boy and I first discovered that there was a beautiful Queen of Hell whose desire is purely of desire. I give you this Frey'th, Queen of those whose sins are lust."
With that, John dug his hand into his coat pocket and drew out a small clear vial. He heard her sharp intake of breath as he held the vial out towards her.
"Is that what I think it is?"
"The essence of the their lust." John replied. He moved his head towards the three men behind him. By the sounds they were making, they were coming to the end of their passion.
"I was able to capture some of it in a bottle it as they started their...uh..."
"Fornicating." Frey'th supplied. "A very fine sacrifice John." Reaching out, she accepted the bottle, and opening it, she inhaled the aroma. "Ah yes," she whispered. "Very fine indeed."
"Guess our business is over then love." John remarked. Frey'th nodded. Then without bidding farewell, she disappeared leaving only a shimmering haze which too was gone in an instant.
"Oh God, what happened?"
John turned around, the three men were lying in a sweat soaked heap, their clothes scattered around them like debris. Slowly Walter got to his feet, rivulets of sweat running off his chest and forearms. He was staring around him dazedly. At some point, he had lost his glasses and his face looked strangely naked and vulnerable without them.
"Christ, I feel like I've been hit by a freight train." Fox groaned. Reaching down, Walter helped both him and Alex up. Then he turned to aim a glare at the blonde haired man standing by the alter.
"What in hell's name happened to us?" He growled. "What did you spike the drinks with?"
"Must have been one mother of an aphrodisiac." Alex remarked. "I feel like I've been fucked raw."
"I didn't spike the drinks with anything." John replied truthfully. "I guess that churches must turn you lot on." With that, he headed towards the doors, a lit cigarette already dangling from his lips. Just as he was about to leave, he turned to the three men who were moving stiffly as they gathered their clothes up.
"Thanks for all your help fellows, I couldn't have done it without you."
With a curse, Walter made a move towards John, but he was already out the door and into the cool night air. A restraining hand on his arm stopped him from following John out onto the street.
"Leave it go Walter." Fox said softly. "Just leave it go."
TWO The plane ride back to London was uneventful. John was able to enjoy a quiet gin and tonic while watching the pretty young flight attendant as she went about her duties.
It had been a pity that he hadn't been able to get to know Walter, Fox and Alex a little better. Even though John's preferences were usually of the female variety, he did not mind the occasional tumble on the other side of the sheets. Still, it was best to get out while he could, Walter was a big looking man and John wasn't the handiest when it came to a fist fight.
Still he had managed to do what he came here for. He had succeeded in freeing Ric's spirit. Silly bugger had been a man of the cloth for so long and had forgotten that suicide was a mortal sin. Still, he was free now and John would have one less ghost following him around.
So many damned ghosts, Brendan, the Newcastle crew, Astra, Header, so fucking many. Still, he had done what he could for Ric and that would have to do for now. With a smile, he raised his glass in a silent toast to those living and the dead, especially the dead.
THREE "Well I don't know what happened." Alex said as he served up the steaks. He and Walter and Fox were sitting down to dinner. "All I know is that I am never going to enter a church again. Not after last night anyway."
Fox looked up at him with a grin. "Personally, I thought it was the best sex we have ever had. What do you think Walter?"
"I still think that little limey bastard slipped us something." He grunted as he started slicing his steak. "I mean, what else could have made us behave like that?" Although not a deeply religious man, the thought of desecrating a church like that horrified Walter. God, if his parents ever found out...they would both have heart attacks.
"Well it doesn't matter now." Fox replied, then added. "I still think it's the best sex we have ever had though.
Walter looked across at him, an evil grin appearing on his face. "Oh yeah? Just wait until I get the both of you into bed tonight, then we'll see."
Alex and Fox looked at each other, delighted. They could hardly wait.
FIN
ARTIST: Tom Petty
TITLE: I Won't Back Down
Well I won't back down No I won't back down
You can stand me up at the gates of hell
But I won't back down
No, I'll stand my ground
Won't be turned around
And I'll keep this world from draggin' me down
Gonna stand my ground
And I won't back down
{Refrain} I won't back down
Hey baby, there ain't no easy way out
I won't back down
Hey I will stand my ground
And I won't back down
Well I know what's right,
I got just one life
In a world that keeps on pushin' me around
But I'll stand my ground
and I won't back down
{Refrain thrice} No, I won't back down
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