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Title: The Collectors
Fandom: Constantine (TV); Torchwood
Pairing/Characters: John Constantine/Captain Jack Harkness
Rating: Teen
Content Notes: No content warnings apply
Prompt: July Third - John Constantine and Captain Jack Harkness attend a festival.

The Collectors

Oh no.

There he was again.

Constantine glared at the man wearing the pretentious army greatcoat.

He’d heard of him, seen him, although they’d never met. Captain Jack Harkness, he’d been told the man’s name was. His informer was clearly besotted, his eyes practically twirling around in their sockets as he blathered on about him.

John Constantine was a live-and-let-live demon-hunting sorcerer as a general rule, but there were things about Captain Jack Harkness that weren’t covered in the general rule.

Chief among them, that the Captain and his organization — Torchwood, Constantine thought he remembered its being called — had been snapping up relics that Constantine needed.

Had been snatching them from under his very nose at Magical Arts festivals just like this one, in fact.

There would be Hell to pay — quite literally — if they got their hands on the relic Constantine was here to acquire.

Worst of all, as far as Constantine could tell, they weren’t even magic practitioners. They thought the relics were of alien, extraterrestrial origin. Not Heaven and Hell and the other extradimensional planes, but other planets.

Aliens! As if.

There was a tap on his shoulder. Constantine started, and whirled.

There was that greatcoat, and the face of the annoying relic thief himself.

A hand was thrust in his face.

“Hello! I’m Captain Jack Harkness. Who are you?”

Constantine had been all set to say something snarky such as “if you have to ask, love, you can’t afford me.” But the bright eyes and toothpaste-advert smile of the man whose face was inches from his own disarmed him.

“I’m Constantine. John Constantine,” he blurted.

Oh great, he sounded like he was cosplaying bloody James Bond.

“Good to meet you, Constantine John Constantine,” said the relic thief. Then to Constantine’s infuriated embarrassment, he winked.

The wink could mean only one thing. Captain Jack Harkness knew he wanted him.

Fuck. Constantine sometimes hated how his libido wrote itself all over his face like that. It used to only do that when he was drunk, but lately?

Or maybe that wasn’t what had happened. Maybe Captain Jack Harkness merely assumed that everyone wanted him. And was hot enough that he got away with it.

That just made Constantine hate him even more.

But he didn’t have a choice. He needed to talk to the head of Torchwood. He needed to get him to understand about the relics.

“Just the person I don’t want to see but need to,” Constantine said. “I don’t live around here. Do you know a quiet place we can go? Private, preferably.”

Harkness raised his eyebrows. “So you can kill me? Or would you rather do something else?” His eyes traveled down Constantine’s body.

“I need to talk to you,” Constantine said. “Without eavesdroppers.”

But it was too late. Harkness’s open admiration of what he saw made Constantine’s cock twitch. Damn, he shouldn’t have worn his tightest trousers, he thought as Harkness’s gaze met his.

“Yes, I know a place where we can…talk,” Harkness said. “Follow me.”

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