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A Night to Remember
That night, Constantine is back in his flat enjoying a brand new bottle of whiskey and a pack of Silk Cuts bought with a wallet from a particularly easily suggestible tori.
He’s pouring over a laptop he also nicked from the poor sod, researching everything he can about ‘RedWing’. He’s not heard from the Bat for years, partially by design, so he’s interested to see this brand new protege trapesing about in his city.
That is, until he hears something coming from the kitchen.
John grunts as he gets out of bed, cigarette hanging from his mouth and bottle in his hand. He saunters into the kitchen, unsurprised to see the red-clad vigilante standing right by the window.
“Couldn’t knock, luv?” he asks with an intrigued grin.
“You couldn’t put on pants?” she scoffs, looking him up and down. He’s wearing his unbuttoned white dress shirt and black briefs. She pulls her mask off, revealing deep brown eyes.
John scoffs and crosses his arms, taking a slow drag off his cigarette, looking her right in the eyes. “Wasn’t expecting company.”
“No shame at all.” RedWing rolls her eyes before meeting his again. Hasn’t she had this conversation before? She shakes her head and starts to talk, “I told Batman about you. In my report. He said he knows you.”
“He does.” John nods. “And I know him. Even know his name, luv. So you can give me yours.” He says with a quirk of his lip.
RedWing crosses her arms firmly. This is way too familiar. This is exactly like her first conversation with–
“Luv?”
“Right, sorry. Why should I trust you?”
John shrugs. He gets that a lot. “You shouldn’t, in all honesty. But you will anyway.” There’s a knowing look in his piercing blue eyes.
RedWing’s hair stands on end. “What makes you think–”
“Batman trusts me. Barely, but he does.” Constantine points out. “And you trust Batman. So that’s all you need to know, isn’t it?”
RedWing sighs, her shoulders dropping as she concedes. She breaks eye contact just briefly when she closes her eyes. “Crimson.” She says. “My name is Crimson.”
John’s eyebrows raise. “That’s a color, luv.”
“And it’s a name too.”
“Sure it is,” He grants her with a short laugh and a grin. “So, to what do I owe the pleasure, Ms. Crimson?”
Crimson crosses her arms, closing her eyes again. Looking into his is starting to get overwhelming. “I need somewhere to stay.”
“You need somewhere to stay and you weren’t even gonna tell me your name?” John can’t help but chuckle, still staring into her eyes.
“I was planning to!” Crimson scoffs, “But you were being all smug and it made me wanna change my mind.” Her arms tighten.
“Right.” He laughs. But something about her attitude is strangely familiar. Absent-mindedly, his hand finds the small of her back.
She gasps softly. “Uh…”
He withdraws his hand as if it’s been burned, finally breaking eye contact. “Ah, sorry, luv. Force of habit.”
“Oh, that’s… okay.” Crimson says, looking at him curiously.
John stifles a groan at her look. Why are her eyes so familiar? Big rounded eyes so full of emotions he could never read.
“You, uh…” He takes a deep breath, trying desperately to clear his head. “I have a couch.”
“Right, couch.” Crimson responds, also trying to keep her head clear. Then she looks at him again, tilting her head.
Constantine shifts under her gaze. “What’s that look for, luv?” He asks, crossing his arms and tilting his head to mirror her stance.
“Just… thinking.” She answers, a sly grin spreading across her face.
John’s eyes widen and he scoffs. “Well, cut it out.”
“Cut what out?” She asks with a chuckle, “Thinking?”
“Always a bloody quick response with you, luv.” Always? What does he mean by always?
Crimson laughs, to his disdain. “You’re not wrong, but how would you know?”
“I know your type.” He grumbles, something pulling in his chest.
Crimson laughs again. “My type? Sure.”
“Women like you.” John clarifies, frustrated.
“I’m not a woman.” Crimson says smugly.
John gives them a confused look as he looks them up and down again.
“I’m nonbinary.” They explain.
“It hardly matters.”
Crimson cocks an eyebrow. “I’m sorry?” They cross their arms again.
John realizes his mistake and his eyes widen. “Bollocks, I only meant– ah shite, screw what I meant. I didn’t mea–”
Crimson laughs. “I’m messing with you, you’re fine.”
John scowls, but a familiar light dances in his eyes. “Strewth, luv, you nearly blew my heart out.”
Crimson finishes laughing and gives him a dark look. “You just mean it doesn’t matter what gender I am, it doesn’t make you any less attracted to me.”
Constantine flinches at the accurate observation. “You caught me. What of it?”
Crimson grins mischievously. John grins back. She steps forward and takes his hand. “Screw the couch.” She says though she knows it’s a bad idea.
John’s eyes light up in surprise and intrigue. He also knows he’ll regret it, but he nods anyway. “Yeah, agreed.”
Constantine tries not to think about what will happen in the morning as he whisks the young vigilante into his room and kicks the door shut behind him. His mouth is over theirs in an instant as they pull him into the bed over them.
Crimson cages themself under John’s arms, pulling him down for sloppy deep kisses. They take his lower lip between their teeth and bite down, causing him to groan.
John looks back up into their deep brown eyes and groans deeper in his throat. “Can’t wait to watch you break beneath me.” He whispers hoarsely as he presses his lips under their ear.
Crimson gasps at the feeling, goosebumps rising as their back arches slightly. With a quick movement, they flip John over to lie beneath them. “What makes you so sure I’ll break?” They ask, also whispering gruffly.
Constantine bites down on their shoulder at the defiance, which Crimson retaliates to by grinding sharply on his lap. He tilts his head up with a low grunt, his hands searching their back.
“Where’s the zipper, luv?” He demands, fingers dragging along the fabric. They grab his hand and pull it to a hidden zipper at the top, which he immediately yanks down, peeling the spandex off of their shoulders. John groans deeper as he realizes they’re wearing nothing under the suit. “Bloody minx.” he growls as the soft flesh springs free.
He flips them over again, one hand bracing himself over their shoulder, the other grabbing at their chest.
Crimson’s breath hitches, their hips bucking upward as the feeling in their core gets stronger. Their fingers dig into his firm biceps as they moan. “Need you.” They pant softly.
Groaning, John yanks the suit off of the rest of their body, pressing their thighs up as soon as they’re exposed. “Oh, you’ll get what you need and more.” He says sinking down between their legs. His eyes hungrily find their center, dark hair curling around to frame it. His thumbs come down to pull them open. A small deep noise escapes him as he takes in the sight of Crimson’s slick folds. He moves one hand to hold them open as he presses his other thumb against their clit. “Such a pretty little cunt.” He groans before licking a sharp stripe up the path.
Crimson gasps deeply and arches under him, making John release her core to push their hips down firmly. “Stay still for me, luv.” Crimson whimpers in response.
John chuckles darkly at the sound. “Use your words.”
Crimson’s thighs try to squeeze shut in response, prompting Constantine to change his hold and keep them open again. “Don’t hide from me.” He says before biting the inside of their thigh with cruel ferocity.
The sound that leaves Crimson’s mouth is halfway between a yelp and a moan. Before they can recover from the bite, their thighs are squeezing tightly around John’s head and hands as he devours them with an intense hunger.
John’s hands slide up, hooking Crimson’s knees over his shoulders as his hands find their hips to keep them firmly pressed against his face.
Crimson’s breathing comes rapidly as pleasure wracks their small frame, their vision clouding over from the intense stimulation.
Feeling Crimson’s cunt flutter around his tongue, John moans into their flesh, vibrating it and causing a sharp buck of their hips.
“Oh, Gods!” They cry out desperately, making John moan again. A wave of pleasure is approaching fast and there’s nothing they can do to stop it. Especially when Constantine moves his hand from their hip to push two fingers in deep.
Crimson’s climax starts with a spark and quickly spreads into a wildfire across their body as their back arches off the bed. Their hands lace into John’s hair to hold him firmly in place as wave after wave of pleasure clamps from their core. The sound coming from their throat is music to John’s ears and he listens intently as he laps the flood of fluids from Crimson’s most sensitive area.
When Crimson’s body falls back into the mattress, John’s eyes rake over them with a newfound intensity. “Luv, that was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.” He says as he climbs back over them.
They’re panting as they look up at him. “Flatterer.”
He shakes his head, eyes wide with wonder. “I’m serious. The way you reacted to me, the way you arched… I’ll be thinking about that for bloody years.” Crimson studies his face for a moment before he pulls them off the bed “Not nearly done with you tonight.” He says, collapsing his own back against the plush bedding as he roughly yanks off his briefs. An impressive shaft springs free, easily over eight inches long.
Crimson’s knees shake as she straddles him, still panting as his hands guide their hips into place. “T-too much… I can’t…”
“You can.” He says in a soft soothing voice. “Take it at your own pace. I’ll be patient.”
Their eyes meet his and they breathe deeper. Slowly, they start to sink down on his length, their brow furrowing as his size fills them up.
John can’t help the pathetic noise that comes from his mouth as he watches their face. “Breathe into it, luv. You can take it.” He says before cursing under his breath. He moves his hands under his head to hold back from pulling them down completely.
Crimson eases themself halfway down before stopping, making John groan again. His hands clench into fists under his head, fighting the urge to take control. Crimson braces themself with their hands on his chest and John can’t stop his hips from pressing up.
Whimpering, Crimson sinks down another inch. Sweat beads on Constantine’s forehead from restraint. “I know I said ‘at your own pace’, luv, but please…”
Crimson’s eyes darken. “Be patient.” they say firmly, pinning him down harder by the chest. They sink down further until the head of his cock is pressed firmly against their g-spot. They take a sharp breath as the pleasure shoots through their body, causing their back to arch.
“Just a little more, luv please.” John begs, his voice breaking slightly. They’re squeezing him like a vice and it’s taking all of his willpower to keep from grabbing their hips and rutting into them like a wild beast. When Crimson’s rear finally hits his lap, Constantine lets out a good long moan. “So bloody warm…” He pants, fists still curled in restraint.
Crimson pants, stilling their body and trying to adjust to the size inside of them. They watch John’s face as his jaw clenches and his eyes squeeze shut. “You’re being so good and patient for me.” They whisper huskily, leaning down to nip at his earlobe. They can feel him twitching inside them.
“Luv, please, you–”
“Wait.” They say firmly, causing him to whimper and his hips to buck again. They hold him there for a minute longer before slowly rolling their hips, watching his face as his jaw falls open in partial relief. They set a punishingly slow pace as they let themself get comfortable. It’s a bonus that John looks absolutely desperate beneath them as they do.
Constantine groans despite himself, his hips straining as they try to move under Crimson’s weight. The pace is killing him, he needs to ruin them.
As Crimson starts to speed up, a longer moan tumbles out of his lips. “Thank god…”
“God isn’t here.” They say sharply. “Thank me properly.”
“Luv– Crimson– Thank you.” He gasps out as they ride him properly. He stares up at them, having a hard time focusing on their face as the soft flesh of their chest bounces in tight circles. He’s sure he's slack-jawed and drooling at this point as he stares. He reaches his hands up to pull them down towards him again and takes one nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it as his teeth sink into the soft skin.
Crimson mewls in response and bucks their hips sharply, John’s hips now coming up to meet them with every thrust. Crimson leans down so their lips press against the shell of his ear as they pant into it. Teeth still planted in the flesh of their breast, John moans deeply at the sounds of Crimson’s breathing. One hand still holding them to him by their back, his other hand wanders lower to find their hip with a bruising grip.
“Give me everything.” Crimson’s strained voice whispers into his ear.
Constantine releases her nipple in shock. “Are you sure, luv?” He gasps.
Crimson nods sharply. “Please.” They whisper lower in his ear.
John’s hips start to move erratically, tilting them so they’re nearly on their sides. “Alright, luv, you asked for it.” He says, letting his instincts take over. The hand on their back comes up to grip their shoulder, pulling them back down with every thrust as he chases sweet release.
Crimson’s fingers dig into John’s sides as they match his movements, feeling their own release approaching just as rapidly as before.
Constantine can feel their release coming and his breath hitches. “You’re tightening on me.” He moans, his voice strained. “Can’t hold back…”
Crimson’s voice peaks at his words, their second release hitting them like a stroke of lightning, making their whole body start to shake as they clamp down and pulse around John’s thick member.
John chokes when he feels them falling apart on him. He thrusts deep in one final time, blacking out as he releases. He stills, waiting there for a good minute as his vision returns. “Bloody hell… I’m getting too old for this.”
Crimson collapses on the bed beside him and they both take a moment to catch their breath. Then Constantine turns to face them. “You were incredible.”
“So were you.” They respond, letting their heart slow down.
“One more round?” He offers, not sure himself if he can handle another.
Crimson nods eagerly, still shaking from their own climax. “You’re topping.”
“Yes, sir.” He agrees, climbing over them. “Insatiable little fox.”
Crimson immediately pulls him into a rough kiss, all tongues and teeth. He grunts into it as he feels himself starting to harden again. “I’m going to ruin you, luv.” He promises, speaking with their lip between his teeth.
He guides himself into their heat again once he’s hard enough. It gives less resistance this time, but still takes a minute to get past the muscle. “You’re still so tight.” He grunts huskily, trapping them beneath him with one strong arm.
“And you’re still huge.” Crimson responds quickly, arching beneath him as he slowly pushes in. Their hands rest uselessly beside their head, already drained from the first two rounds.
Constantine laughs low in his chest at their response. “It doesn’t get any smaller, luv.” He warns them as he bottoms out. His face twists in pleasure with the sensation of being enveloped by them. “Ready?” He hisses through his teeth.
They can feel their body already clamping around him again and moan loudly, which Constantine seems to take as a ‘yes’ as he starts a brutal pace. His powerful muscles work to make good on his promise, watching their face intently as he drives into them.
“That’s it, luv. Break for me. Under me. In my bed. Wrapped around me like a little toy.” He moans for his own words, moving his free hand up to grab their waist. “Tell me how much you love this.”
Crimson nods under them. “I love this!” They cry out as he brutalizes their insides. “I love this so much!”
Their voice is a symphony to John’s ears, his hips moving faster, trying to keep up with his heart rate. Constantine pounds them into the bed, watching with great interest as their body jerks and bounces with every small movement. His eyes track every ripple and jolt in their flesh, focused like a bird of prey.
His teeth crash in around the pulse point on their neck so he can feel their heart beat against his tongue, moaning deeply against their skin as he drives into them.
Crimson gasps and writhes beneath him, eyes tearing up from the intensity, gasping for breath and wrapping their legs around his waist desperately. Their hands, despite being weak and fatigued, grip John’s shoulders tightly, their nails digging sharply into his skin.
The pain makes Constantine’s hips stutter as he releases her throat for just a moment. “You’ll make me finish too soon if you keep that up, luv.” He warns, his voice coming out as a broken whimper before he clamps back down on her neck.
Crimson’s back arches deeply. “Don’t say shit like that!” they whine, legs tightening around his waist.
He groans deeper in response and pins them down harder by the waist. His lips move from their neck to their jaw. “So beautiful under me, luv. Such a perfect little thing.” His hips continue jackhammering into them. “I’m gonna fill you up again.”
Crimson nods eagerly. “Yes, please!”
Hearing Crimson’s whimpering words, John moans deeply. His hips start to stutter. “Can’t hold back any longer.” He grunts. “Take it!” He slams in hard, the bed dipping under their combined weight as he looms over them, both hands firmly resting on their hips to keep himself fully seated as he rides out his orgasm.
Crimson takes the opportunity to flip him over, fueled only by desperation as her hips grind intensely down on his sensitive cock.
“Crimson!” He gasps as they chase their own release. “Strewth!”
Crimson gasps for air as their back arches, the third orgasm filling them with an ecstacy that fills their vision with stars.
They collapse onto the bed together again, Constantine’s breathing coming in rough and desperate. “God, luv…”
Crimson laughs. “Not used to being overstimulated?”
“Not after two intense orgasms.” He grunts out defensively. “You’re trying to kill me!”
Crimson laughs harder, shaking hard as aftershocks wrack their body. “You’re fine.” Their hoarse voice is like velvet.
“Shit, I’m knackered.” He groans again. “If I wasn’t, I’d already be on top of you again.”
Still chuckling, Crimson pulls the covers over them. “Get some sleep.” They suggest, and he nods in response. “We’ll talk tomorrow.”
John pulls them into his arms, craving their warmth as he feels his mind slipping off to sleep. He’s always had a hard time falling asleep on his own, so this is a welcome change of pace.
Crimson waits for Constantine’s breathing to even out before carefully extracting themself from his grip. They pick up a shirt from the floor and throw it on as they wander back out into the main room of the flat on shaking legs, collapsing into the couch.