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No one had ever accused John Constantine of being the motherly kind. The string of dead bodies, demon-possessed ex lovers, and ghosts were certainly an indication of the way he cared for people. And yet, he found himself inexplicably following the toughest motherfucker in their crew during and after every fight. He’d cast a magical barrier just a few hours ago to protect bloody fucking King Shark from a man with a knife. It wasn’t even a big knife either. That got a raised eyebrow from Harley, but the rest remained oblivious.
With John, his motivations were usually pretty clear. Either he was trying to get laid, or he was trying to stay alive so he could get laid at a later date. Or he was trying to get pissed enough to forget his multiple obvious troubles. Many of them a direct result of his attempts to get laid.
He nodded to himself and blew a long cloud of cigarette smoke into the night sky. All things considered, wanting to fuck a massive man shark wasn’t the oddest thought he’d ever had. It wasn’t even the most dangerous. In fact, given his dance card, Nanaue was practically the kind of boy he’d bring home to mother. If he had a home on this plane of existence. Or a mother.
He was also reasonably sure Nanaue would be happy for the company. He’d regaled John and anybody else who would listen with his stories of the many soft, eager humans who’d been drawn to him, who had to see what it was like with a big strong shark. He usually looked at John meaningfully during the best parts, making his intentions obvious. Not only was subtlety not one of his gifts, the fact that he had to turn his whole head to convey any semblance of a “meaningful” look was a dead give-away that the shark was flirting.
Decision made, he flicked his still-glowing cigarette into the gutter next to their latest hideout and went back inside, determined to scratch his itch and be done with it. On the way he got a knowing smile from Harley, who he pretended to ignore.
Nanaue wasn’t on the main level, so John headed up to his room and knocked lightly on the door, trusting the demigod’s heightened sense of smell to identify him. When he didn’t get an answer, he knocked a little harder and the door swung inwards to reveal the shark laying face-first on the floor.
John threw up a protective ward and rushed forward, only to be met with an undignified snore when he got there. Nanaue had eaten about five people in their last fight, including the man with the knife and also his knife. It seemed like he needed some time to digest. No hot shark action tonight then.
John grabbed the blanket off the bed and tucked it around the giant as much as he could. Then he disengaged his ward and went to his own room for a little self-flagellation, pleasantly surprised to find that he didn’t mind having to wait.
The next morning, he sat next to Nanaue for breakfast, with his customary black coffee and nothing else while the shark had several whole fish.
“I tried to tuck you in last night,” he said, “but you were sleeping on the floor. Is the bed too small?”
“THE BED BROKE.” King Shark told him “AND I'M USED TO THE FLOOR.”
John decided not to investigate that depressing factoid and instead offered to fix the bed after breakfast. Nanaue tossed the fish and the plate into his mouth and down his throat without chewing and announced that breakfast was done. John tossed his coffee back, which actually kind of hurt, and followed the shark upstairs, thankful that no one else was around to tease them for it later.
A couple of spells and some flashy hand movements later and John was straddling Nanaue’s lap as they sat on the newly larger and more sturdy bed. The shark was reclining on his elbows and John was up on his knees to accommodate the height difference. Due to the gigantic mouth full of razor teeth, he was taking things rather slowly by his standards and had started by simply climbing the shark man like a tree.
“Can I touch your face?” he’d asked once they were about eye level to one another. Nanaue looked slightly surprised and pleased and told him that he could, before arranging himself and John on the bed. Keeping their faces close together, John started by petting Nanaue’s head in a cat-like manner, which earned him a pleased little sigh, then he’d rubbed his hands over the much rougher skin on the back of the shark’s head before coming back around to stroke his cheeks, his lips, and then his nose, which got a much bigger reaction than he expected. The man moaned, a long, low sound that John wanted to hear again immediately. So he pet his nose again, before leaning in and giving it the slightest gentle kiss. Nanaue went boneless, dropping back to the bed completely, eyes shut, head gently propped up by the small dorsal fin at his nape.
John looked down at his conquest. “Do you like that? The nose thing?” he asked.
“SO MUCH” he told John. “IT’S VERY SENSITIVE” then he shyly opened his eyes and almost whispered “Don’t Tell Anyone.”
“I won’t.” John told him and leaned down to pepper kisses across Nanaue’s broad snout, which caused the shark to moan and squirm under him.
Thrilled by the reaction he was already getting, John asked Nanaue if he could take off his shorts, which got an enthusiastic nod.
John unbuttoned the shark man’s shorts, and pulled them down to reveal his two impressive cocks sitting one above the other outside of the small internal space they usually occupied. They were already slick with excitement. He grasped them both together and pumped them a couple times, getting a very nice reaction from their owner before Nanaue demanded he get undressed as well.
“Touch yourself while I get my kit off” he told Nanaue, who did exactly as he was asked and stroked his cocks while John removed jacket, tie, button down shirt, trousers, socks, underwear, and shoes as quickly and as gracelessly as he possibly could.
“FUCK THIS AIR BREATHER TALKY TALK” the shark gasped while gesturing at Constantine, clearly wanting to say more but being limited by the land and the language.
“Oh right, allow me” he replied while casting a quick universal translator spell
“So if I speak Shark you can understand me?”
Constantine nodded “Are you hearing me in Shark?” he asked
Rather than answer, Nanaue surged off the bed and grabbed him in his giant hands, throwing the other man down on the mattress before leaping on top of him, black eyes shining with intention. John gasped for breath as his body flushed with arousal.
“I’m going to tear you apart, soft man” Nanaue said as he ran his glistening teeth up and down Constantine’s torso leaving stinging red welts. “When I’m done there’ll be nothing left of you to find. I’ll devour you body and soul…” he paused for dramatic effect, moving his wide threatening mouth closer to John’s straining prick. Constantine could feel his heartbeat in his ears. Having seen King Shark in action, he knew the threat was only empty as long as they were friends. If the demigod’s whim changed, he’d be dead in seconds.
If John didn’t already know for a fact he was headed into the fiery pits of tartarus, how absolutely carnally thrilled he was at the prospect of his bedmate’s viciousness might be a pretty good indicator of his fate.
King Shark caressed the tip of his dick with his snout, making them both moan salaciously. As he was rubbing, he continued to talk “I’m going to rip pieces off you and eat them” John gasped out a moan, knowing the shark could more than smell what he was doing to him. “I’m going to drink your blood like the pig you are.” John shivered with anticipation as he felt the other man’s drool drip onto his overheated balls. “And I’m starting with this!” Nanaue roared while roughly grabbing John by both ankles and engulfing his entire pelvis with his razor tipped and violently salivating mouth.
John wasn’t too proud to say that he screeched, but if anybody in the house was still ignorant as to what they were doing, they’d know which one it was when he eventually came downstairs alive.
Despite the threats, Nanaue held John firmly by the ankles, only resting his teeth against the tender flesh of John’s ass and abdomen. Meanwhile his broad, slightly rough tongue assaulted John’s dick, balls, and asshole. Trying not to squirm was excruciating, but every time he did, he felt the pinpricks of pain on either side of his body. A wicked little thread wanted to slam himself backwards and forwards on King Sharks’ teeth, but restraining himself while being restrained by his partner was even more delicious than the promise of blood and gore.
Nanaue could smell the small man’s need, and just enough of his blood from the little nicks and cuts he was giving himself with his lackluster struggling. He’d open up wider if the idiot decided to go too far with it. This wasn’t his first thrill seeking masochist, though John might be his favorite. None of the air breathers had any idea what he was saying to them during sex, and most of them would have been horrified to hear it.
But not this little freak. He growled and shook his head a little at his partner. “Stawp Squarmin” he said around a mouthful of Constintine’s ass just so he could smell a new wave of the man’s raw sexual desire. He had to taste, to swallow it down, to keep this flavor inside of him. His dicks ached with need, but they would get theirs soon enough.
For his part, Constantine had finally come to his senses enough to reach down and stroke Nanaue’s sensitive nose. He palmed the snout, pleased to hear the shark purr with pleasure. He was rewarded with faster and rougher licks from Nanaue’s cat-like tongue and he nearly yowled his response.
“I’m going to cum!” he warned “I don’t want this to be over so soon”
As if he weighed nothing, Nanaue dropped Constantine from his mouth, tossed him casually upward and caught him by his thighs, the shark’s massive claws circling the thickest part of his upper leg. John felt dizzy, his heart was pounding, his dick was painfully hard and dripping. He felt wetness on his face and he couldn’t tell if it was his own precum, shark drool, or his drool, which had been flowing freely across his tongue and lips as he squirmed and yelled. His back creaked but he didn’t care, he was filthy, in imminent danger, and as usual, he loved everything about it.
“This ends when and how I say. Not you, meat.”
And then to prove his point, the shark wrapped John’s dick in his tongue and assaulted the vulnerable member with pleasure until his spend was practically forced out of him at the speed of light with John yelping and screeching the whole agonizing time.
Before he could catch his breath, Nanaue dropped his boneless body on the bed and flipped him over on his stomach. Then he grabbed his hips and canted his ass upwards so he could give the same treatment to his asshole. John could hardly wheeze for the first few minutes, very turned on by the fact that Nanaue seemed not even to notice when he finally fully regained the use of his limbs.
Shark drool pooled behind his balls, it slid down his flushed and spent cock and down his back as well. If he’d had any capacity, he would have rubbed it into his skin to keep it there. He wanted to preserve this moment. It was rare he had a partner who could outpace him, especially one who could appreciate his affinity for violence.
“I’m going to get your hole so loose it whistles in the wind. Then I’m going to shove both my cocks in at once and when I cum, it’s gonna shoot out your eyes like a fountain.” Nanaue growled into his ass.
With gentleness that betrayed his true intention, one thick fingertip breached him and John briefly marveled at how retractable those retractable claws really were. The minutes felt like hours while Nanaue meticulously stretched him, using fingers and tongue and scarlet words. John was almost completely hard again by the time the shark hooked two index fingers in his rim to pry his hole open and spit directly inside of him.
The filthy thrill that raced through Constantine at the degradation of being spit into was like a thunderstorm. He cried out, raw and needy and begged the shark man to fuck him apart. Then he howled when his lover considerately shoved his lowermost dick straight in Constantine’s ass to the root in one quick and brutal thrust.
Nanaue was in heaven, teasing and stretching the little man was a delicious torture for him, having to wait to satiate the hunger of his two throbbing cocks while the man squirmed and cried and panted was almost too much, but it was worth it. As his lower cock pumped in and out of the whimpering, rag dolled man, he caught his upper cock, pushed it against Constatnine’s spit and sweat slick back, and held it there, creating a tight pocket of warmth and friction so both his cocks were stimulated.
“Next time” he told Constantine “I’m going to tie your hands behind your back and make you jerk me off while I fuck your brains out. I’m gonna make you work for how nice I’m being to you, letting you warm my second best cock.”
Constantine could only give a weak thumbs up from where his face was buried in the mattress even as an uncharacteristically wholesome thrill went through him at the thought of doing this again.
Done with his teasing, Nanaue knew he couldn’t hold out much longer. “I’m gonna cum inside your worn out hole and all over your skinny back and you’re gonna love it so much you’ll ask me nicely to do it to you.” He told Constantine, both to smell the man’s inevitable reaction, and to make sure he was on board with being filled.
“Oh yes God, yes please yes. Please cum inside me and all over my back Nanaue, please make it come out my eyes, I need it.” he whined, pushing himself back on the Shark prince’s dick with all his waning strength.
“Jerk yourself off” Nanaue told him, “I want you soaked in cum like a breeding bitch” Constantine hardly had to touch his dick at all and they were both shooting off. Since it was the second time for him, the soaking was all on Nanaue, who delivered in abundance. He could feel the warmth flood him and gush back out around Nanaue’s dick while at the same time hot ropes hit his bare back and, he was pretty sure, his hair from the man’s topmost cock.
When it was over the Shark laid down on his back and pulled John on top of him, not bothered in the slightest by his state. He rubbed lazy circles on John’s overheated skin, secretly thinking that if he rubbed enough of his cum into the wayward sorcerer, he would want to stay. Before his thoughts could turn to what he wished he had, he pressed his snout into the side of Constantine’s neck and inhaled the delicious scent of the well-fucked man. Constantine mumbled something ancient-sounding that magically cleaned them, but he noticed with amusement, didn’t remove the smell.
They slept for several hours, Nanaue on his back snoring gently while John sprawled gracelessly across his generous and surprisingly comfortable torso, his bare ass covered only sparingly with the small section of blanket he could wrestle out from under the shark before he completely passed out. The rise and fall motion of Nanaue’s chest was soothing and John fell quickly into a deep and restorative sleep, the kind he hadn’t had in years, if ever.
Soon they’d wake up, and head downstairs to whatever reaction, if any, the rest of the squad had to how they spent the morning. At some point, he’d have to wrestle with just how much he wanted to do this and more again and again. Not to mention the little issue of the bomb in Nanaue’s head, which would be a barrier to any long term plans they might have. But here, right now, they slept blissfully in one another’s arms, having fucked the day away.