#so now dick has to deal with constantine jr over here

[consouling]

Constantine Jr. But they're NOT AT ALL related and their line of super natural they deal with are totally different. (Danny's is ghosts and Jonh's are angles and demons). And since for some reason they don't mix well or they can't understand the others magic they just end up hating each other.

"Probably because they don't have a grave," Danny said, pulling out his vape. "Final resting places are--HEY!"

Nightwing held the pilfered vape above his head. "Where did you get this?" he asked, scandalized.

Danny jumped for it, but Nightwing was too tall! Even at 5'7 he'd have to use his powers to reach the vape; he had no chance as a 9 year old. "We're in Gotham! You're lucky I didn't get cocaine instead!"

[axwalker]

The Trade 9

Synopsis :  Liam is running for Cordonia’s presidency. To assure his victory, Constantine makes an arraignment behind his back for him to marry the rich ambassador’s daughter: Alexis O’Brien. Due to her father’s threats she has no other option that seduce Liam and make him fall in love with her. But who does she really love? (AU)

Pairings:  DrakexMC

Warnings: I love drama and chaos so this will probably get a bit dark. Mention of substance abuse. NFSW

Please note that this is my first series and English is not my first language. I really love ALL kinds of feedback.  Don’t hesitate to comment!

Disclaimer: Some of the dialogues and settings as well as most of the characters belong to Pixelberry (except for Alexis O’Brien and her evil father George O’Brien JR). I also used a line from Grey’s Anatomy that really made me think about Drake.

To catch up: Masterlist

Thanks to @of-course-i-went-to-hartfeld​ for being my incredible beta reader and always being there to answer my questions. Love you ❤️❤️❤️

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Alexis woke up with a turmoil of emotions. The previous night had been the most romantic and exhilarating night of her entire life. After their first time, they had fallen asleep in each other’s arms only to wake up two hours later and make love again.

True to his word, Drake had spent the entire night making love, kissing, and getting to know every single part of her. With him, she could let go completely, and the feeling was unbelievable. However, now in the daylight, she realized that it was time to wake up from her perfect dream. She couldn’t avoid her father’s threats anymore, so she had to come back. It was the only way to protect her.

She tried to get out of bed but, a suddenly awoke, Drake pulled her against him.

“Hi.” He smiled. “Where do you think you’re going, O’Brien?” He tickled her, enjoying her laughter. “C’ mere baby” He pulled her body towards him, so she’d lie on top of him, her head against his chest.

“I can’t stop touching you,” He said placing a kiss on her forehead as one hand drew lazy circles on her soft back and the other rubbed her ass.

“I don’t want you to never stop touching me, Drake” She pushed herself against his body and kissed him deeply, her hand dancing in his neck, then down his chest and lower stomach until she reached his cock, already hard. She took him in her hand and stroke him rhythmically until he was desperate for her.

He grabbed her from her waist and sat on the edge of the bed with her on his lap.  She straddled him so he pulled her against his chest, cradling her as his lips ravaged her collarbone and her neck. His passionate kisses and soft touches made Alexis crazy, feeling desire with each one of his movements. Her back arched giving him full access to her breasts that he cupped kissing the spot where her jaw and neck connected, his thumbs slowly teasing her hard nipples. She moaned loudly desperate to feel his thumbs much lower.

“Drake, please”

Drake smiled against her neck “Is this what you want, baby?” His question was joined by the movement of his right hand wandering through her body, producing jolts of electricity everywhere he touched her. Finally, he reached her folds. He stroked the skin of her core enjoying how soft she was, before circling the little nub inside of her with his thumb.

Drake growled “Fuck, Lexie, you’re so wet for me” He kept teasing her, touching every bit of skin around her clit.

“God, Drake, you’re driving me crazy, please…” Drake’s finger suddenly entering her didn’t let her finish.

“Is this it, Lexie?” He whispered to her ear “Is this how you like it?” She nodded lazily too excited to answer. He stopped kissing her so he could watch her come undone under his touch. “Come for me, my Lexie” He slid another finger inside making her writhe against him, her breaths becoming shorter, and shorter as she clung to Drake’s neck.

“Drake, I…I god Drake fuck!” She screamed when a powerful wave of heat ran across her body leaving her wasted.

Drake steadied her with his arms, stroking her back. He kissed her the top of her head giving her time to recover.

When she came back from her high, she wanted nothing more than to be filled by him.

“I need you to fuck me, Drake” His cock was already throbbing, but he felt like it was going to burst at her words

“Whatever you want Alexis, I’m yours” He positioned himself with the tip of his dick rubbing her center “Look at me, O’Brien. I want to see your pretty face as I enter you”

She gasped and locked her eyes with him, her hands around his neck, his gaze piercing hers, as he entered her slowly, giving her time to adjust to him

He growled again biting her shoulder “Fuck, Lexie you feel incredible baby, so fucking tight”

They rocked their hips at the same pace, slowly at first but sooner increasing speed staring at each other as their movements became more passionate, more desperate. He thrusted her powerfully, feeling her walls tighten around him. The sensation was unbelievable, they felt so close to each other, a connection like neither of them had never experienced before. He hit her spot several times making her scream his name between moans until, without taking his eyes off of her, he stroked her clit as they both reached a point of no return.

“Drake!” She hissed his name, as her muscles compressed around him. The sensation of her around his dick, her eyes still fixated on his and his name on her lips sent him over the edge with her, making him grunt as he filled her completely.

They stayed like that for a few moments, savoring their closeness, the electricity still joggling between them. Drake felt like the luckiest man on earth having her in his arms like that.

He lowered his head to put his forehead against hers smiling.

“Drake, that was…” She smiled incapable of putting her feelings into words, scared that she’d say too much.

“That was unbelievable, Lexie” He peppered her face with kisses stroking her hair, then he lowered his voice to a husky tone and whispered on her ear “As much as I want to keep you in bed all day and hear you scream my name over and over again…”

She laughed blushing a deep shade of red. “I love how modest you are”

He smiled against her ear giving her little pecks on her earlobe “As I was saying, I would love to keep you here, but after last night and this morning you’ve taken all my strength woman, I need breakfast” She rolled her eyes playfully as he kept talking “What about we grab some things from the kitchen and take a walk to the lake.” He kissed her nose.“I think you’ll enjoy the view”

She cupped his face with her small hands and kissed him back. “I would love that”.

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Maxwell’s hangover was the worst one he had ever experienced. Not only because he had drunk at least one bottle of Grey Goose by himself; but because he had had the worst fight of his life with the man he loved more than anything.

He had tried to follow Alexis’ advice and give Rashad some time. He knew that he wasn’t ready, that his lover was a victim of a very conservative environment, and overall, that Rashad was hurting too. But Maxwell couldn’t take it any longer. He was sick of the hidden calls, the secret text messages, the furtive looks, his dates with Kiara. He wanted to shout to the world how in love he was, how perfect he and Rashad were for each other. Their biggest issue was that Maxwell knew that Rashad’s reluctance to admit his feelings wasn’t only because of his father’s old views, but because he was afraid of losing his status. Even if Liam would never fire him, he would lose Kiara and her support, and Rashad’s old ambition to be president one day would be shattered. Maxwell couldn’t stand to pass after his career.

Suddenly, his attention was diverted when he turned to the window and saw a strange car drive into the estate. The man in the car parked it and was greeted by Bertrand at the entrance. Maxwell went to join them.

“Ah Maxwell, I’m glad you’re here. This gentleman seems to think Miss O’Brien, the ambassador’s daughter, is on our state.” Bertrand arched his brows “Do you know anything about that?”

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Alexis poured a jug of hot coffee into a big thermos as Drake cut some bread and cheese for their sandwiches. They completed their picnic bag with some fruits, jam, and butter, and left forthe lake on Drake’s and Savanah’s bikes.

When they arrived, Alexis was astonished by the wild beauty of the place.

The lake, window clear, sat in the middle of a green valley; the atmosphere was conveniently calm and quiet. A little red boat was tied up at the dock.

“What about taking a tour on the lake, O’Brien?”

She smiled mischievously “As long as you do the rowing, I’m all up for it”

He laughed grabbing her by her waist and kissing her “It’s a deal, Lexie”

Once installed on the boat, they started eating and drinking coffee in comfortable silence. He took advantage of the opportunity to observe her. She was sitting in front of him, but her big brown eyes were all over the landscape. She was wearing Savanah’s old jeans and one of his shirts with the top buttons undone, so he could see the skin of her neck and the beginning of her cleavage. Her damp hair was loose, flowing softly with the wind and her perfect beautiful face looked calm, in peace. She looked like a real goddess but had absolutely no idea of the effect she had on him, which only made her more beautiful. He knew he would never get tired of looking at her. Drake loved every delicate movement and little tic like the bottom lip she used to bite when something worried her. Or her habit of running her hand through her hair when she was nervous. The way she hugged herself when something made her sad. Drake wasn’t a sentimental man, but he couldn’t help but feel like the happiest man on earth at that moment.

Suddenly, her gaze shifted and she met his piercing eyes. “A penny for your thoughts, Walker”

He smirked “I was just admiring the view”

She blushed shaking her head. “You’re much smoother than you think, Drake”

“I have my moments.” He grinned and added pointing the landscape. “What do you think?”  

“It’s beautifu.l” She smiled nostalgically. “It makes me think about a lake we used to visit when we had week-ends off at the boarding school.”

“Were you there a long time?” He placed his hand on her thigh comfortingly.

“My whole life, since I was 6 years old until I graduated.” She sighed. “I hated it at first, but it quickly became a much better home than my own. My father was ... well, you know. And my mother spent a lot of time getting wasted.”

He rubbed her cheek. “You never talk about her.”

She ran her hand through her hair. “You never talk about yours either.”

He kept on rowing. “That’s not true, I did last night. She was a bad mother. She left when we needed her the most. There’s nothing left to add.”

She took a deep breath “My mother had a lot of troubles when I was growing up. She was trapped in a marriage with a man that hated her, forced to keep appearances at all costs. She was weak and the pressure was too strong, so she found shelter in sleeping pills and vodka.” She stopped talking, refusing to cry and ruining their morning.

Drake’s heart tugged watching her fight her tears.

“I’ll tell you something, I’ve never told anyone before” His tone was serious, but his eyes were playful, and he was hiding a smile as he talked.

She smiled, relieved at the change of subject. “Spill your guts, Walker”

“When I was 15, my sister, who was 11 at the time, really wanted to watch Harry Potter, but no one wanted to go with her. I felt bad for her, so I went, even if I was sure I was going to hate the damn movie” He gave her an uncomfortable smile “but as it turned out, the movie wasn’t that bad, so I might’ve watched it again ... ”

She could barely contain her laughter “ Aaand???”

He rolled his eyes. “You’re enjoying this too much O’Brien.” He grinned, “ And all the others, several times”

She roared with laughter. “You’re a Potterhead” She leaned to kiss him. “That’s the cutest thing I’ve ever heard, Walker.”

He feigned indignation “I’m no such thing, O’Brien. I don’t even know what that means, and if you lean like that again you’re gonna make the boat capsize”

She laughed. “Such a grumpy man! You don’t have to worry with me Drake, I’m a Potterhead myself, a proud member of House Gryffindor.” She cocked her brows “You’re definitely a Slytherin”

“I haven’t taken a house test O’Brien, I’m not crazy like other people”

“You haven’t taken the test, yet. Let’s talk later tonight after a few whiskeys and a bit of…” She bit her bottom lip provocatively “convincing”

He rolled his eyes smiling “Right, let’s see about that” He stopped rowing and grabbed a sandwich.

“So Walker, now we know your real favorite movie. What’s the fake one? You know the one you tell people instead of Harry Potter”.

He took some water from the lake and splashed her jokingly.

“Hey!” She laughed heartily

 “You have no one to blame but yourself, O’Brien.” He smirked. “If you really have to know; my favorite movie is The Shawshank redemption”.

“That’s actually a great movie, I loved the ending so much”

“What about you?” He resumed the rowing.

“It’s a French movie about this girl whose only ambition is to make people around her happy. Amelie. I’ve watched it like a thousand times.”

He frowned. “Yeah, I heard about it, but I’ve never actually watched it. Not my type of movie.”

“You don’t know what you’re missing, it has everything: mystery, romance, humor, Paris -It’s perfect” She spoke with the same intensity she did every time she was passionate about something, whether it was a TV show or a political important issue. Drake absolutely loved that about her.

He was about to answer when he saw that the sky had turned grey.

“I think it’s time to head home, Lexie” He said pointing the sky. Something about the way he said home moved her deeply. There was nothing she wanted more than to call his cabin home, and nothing further away from her reality.

After Drake tied up the boat to the pier, Alexis raced himback to the house.As he was familiar with the road and she wasn’t, when Alexis arrived Drake was already standing next to his bike wearing a very annoying smug look on his face

“Finally, O’Brien! I thought you were never going to arrive; I was getting worried,” he said teasingly.

She stepped off the bike and stood on her toes, impossibly close to him. Placing her hands around his neck, she whispered in his ear, “You’re being mean Walker, and that’s a shame because I was about to beg you to take me to your bed and fulfill your promise of making me scream your name all afternoon ...” She turned to leave smirking.

He swallowed hard, then grabbed her waist pulling her against him to kiss her passionately.

“Don’t worry about that, baby. I will.” He spoke in a husky tone stroking her back.

Suddenly, they heard the motor of a car approaching the house.

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Liam was enjoying a rare, calm morning reading his newspaper and drinking hiscoffee, without any staff member bothering him. Even if he believed that running for president was the best decision he had ever made, the continual soliciting was exhausting.

Unfortunately for Liam, the calm didn’t last.

“Good morning, Liam.”

Liam nodded his head at him. “Father.”

“The polls this morning.” Constantine threw the paper at Liam. “As you’ll see they’re not as good as the ones we did last week after you were seen with that woman”

“Her name is Alexis, father”

“I don’t give a damn, Liam. It’s time for you to take this more seriously. Is she still in Lythikos? Maybe we can arrange something ‘romantic’ for you two and call the press”

“First of all, my romantic life is not something you can arrange. Second, she left with Maxwell and Drake two nights ago. She was not feeling right”

Constantine’s brows arched. George hadn’t mentioned anything. “Wasn’t she? And he left with Drake and that… that…”

“Be very careful at what you’re calling Max. He’s one of my closest friends”

Constantine knew better than contradict Liam on the matter, so he let it pass.

“Listen to me, son. I’ve known George since Alexis was a little girl. I’ll concede that she’s beautiful and charming, but I’m also aware of the effect she has on men. Even George, who loves her daughter very much knows that she can get into trouble easily. Why is Drake with her?”

Liam sighed “Drake and Max, Father. Where are you going with this?”

“I’m saying that if you don’t pay attention someone else is going to steal her from you under your nose.” He tapped his finger on the desk. “I’m sorry to be so blunt, Liam but some women need to be tamed, and for what I’ve heard, Alexis is one of them.”

Liam stood up angrily staring at Constantine “She’s not a horse, father. I do not need to tame her.”

Seeing his reaction, the ex-president changed his tactic. “I can see you really care for her, son. Why don’t you go to Ramsford and surprise her?”

Liam couldn’t deny that he was dying to see her again. When he had talked with Drake over the phone, he had been more than evasive about the reasons that had pushed Alexis to leave so suddenly, and Liam couldn’t deny the pang of jealousy he had felt at the thought of his best friend taking care of her, so maybe it wouldn’t be a bad idea to go to Ramsford after all.

“For once, I will follow your advice, father. I’ll be leaving for Ramsford this afternoon”.

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Maxwell got off the car. “Hi, guys!” He smiled apologetically. “I’m sorry to turn up like this, I tried to call you, but either of you answered your phone.” He looked at Alexis. “Your father is looking everywhere for you, Blossom. A detective showed up at Ramsford this morning, we convinced him that you were sleeping in your room, but we’re sure he’ll come back.”

Drake turned to Alexis, suddenly pale, and held her close to his chest, protectively.

“You don’t have to go back to that, Lexie. Stay with me.” He kissed her front as he rubbed her cheek with his thumb. “You’ll be safe here, I promise.”

He pronounced those last words with so much devotion in his voice, that she felt her heart shatter because there was nothing she could do. If she wanted to protect her, she had to leave him.

“I’m sorry Drake, I have to.” She turned to Maxwell, all her strength focused on holding her tears. “I’ll gather my things, then we can leave.”

She entered the house, followed by Drake; Maxwell, sensing they needed space, decided to wait in the car.

“What is going on, Alexis?”

The edge on his voice made her hate herself for hurting the man she loved. Because It was pointless to deny it any longer, she loved him. She loved Drake Walker in a way that had taken her completely by surprise, a way that she knew would devastate her. She cursed herself for succumbing to her feelings, not for what that would mean for her, but for him.  Alexis knew she couldn’t save herself anymore, but maybe if she truly let him go now, if she had the courage to set him free, she would save Drake. Even if it meant he would hate her.

“Please, Drake, don’t make this more difficult than it already is.” She started to look everywhere for her party dress and shoes.

“What the hell are you talking about, O’Brien?” He watched her move from one side of the living room to another. “Fuck, Alexis!  Stop moving and tell me what the hell it’s going on.”

She hugged herself before speaking, trying to avoid the pain. Let him go. It’s what’s best for him. Even if he hates you, let him go. “I have to go back to my real life. This was a beautiful escape, Drake,” she paused to control her breathing, so he didn’t hear the tears in her voice.  “But that’s all it was. I have to go back to my real life now.”

He was only a few inches of her. She knew that if he touched or kissed her, she wouldn’t be able to leave, so she took two steps backward.

“An escape?” He raised his voice but then sighed trying to calm himself. “Alexis, I’m sure there’s something you’re not telling me.”

He cut the small distance between them and lowered his head trying to meet her eyes. When she refused, he took her chin between his fingers, rubbing her cheek with his right hand. She closed her eyes trying to memorize his touch, the feeling of his hands on her.

“Please, Baby. Don’t do this. I know you feel the same way that I do. I want to spend every night, every day with you, getting to know you, all of you” He took her in his arms. “You belong here. These past two days you’ve been happier here with me, that I’ve ever seen you before.”

It took all of Alexis' strength to detach herself from his arms but she needed to end it. It would kill her but she had no choice. “You’re not listening to me!” She could barely breathe. Let him go. It’s what’s best for him. Even if he hates you.  “I want to go back to the campaign, to everything there, to everyone there.” She looked at him knowingly.

He couldn’t believe what she was saying, he refused to. “To him?” He looked at her intently, his dark eyes almost burning her. “Are you really telling me that after everything that happened between us. Everything that we’ve shared, you’re just going to go back to his arms that easily?” She looked at him holding her tears, unable to speak.

He almost yelled “Answer me, Alexis”

That was it. The end of everything. The end of the only love she would ever feel. Her heart was beating so fast and so painfully, she could feel it breaking into little pieces.

Let him go. It’s what’s best for him. Even if he hates you. “Yes, back to Liam. Back to where I really belong”

He shook his head, a sardonic smile on his lips. “I’m not often wrong about people,” He cocked his brows letting out a bitter laugh. “But, fuck, when I’m wrong, I’m really wrong.”

“Drake, I-“  She sighed, completely heartbroken.

“Save it, O’Brien. I’m not interested anymore”

He looked at her one last time. His penetrating gaze was a mix of hurt, anger, and disappointment. Alexis could congratulate herself because she had succeeded, he hated her. “You’re right, Alexis. You should go”.

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Alexis hadn’t said a word the whole trip to Ramsford. She had silently cried the entire time, and Maxwell hadn’t had the courage to ask her anything. When they arrived at the mansion, Bertrand informed them that George was there and that he wanted to see her as soon as she arrived. She felt hatred coming out from all her pores as she went to meet him. Without knocking, she opened the Beaumont’s study door, her father was sitting there behind the desk waiting for her.

“The prodigal daughter returns.” He looked at her with the same cold disdain he had always shown her. “What the hell have you been these past days? Don’t forget we have a deal, Alexis.”

She put her palms on the desk leaning towards her father.

“Let’s clear something up, dear father.” She tried to control the anger flowing through her veins. “We do have a deal. I’ll marry Liam and in exchange, you don’t do anything to her. That’s it. You won’t control me, and you won’t ever bring that scum back to Cordonia again. Are we clear?”

George laughed coldly. “Please, Alexis. You know as well as I do that you will do whatever I tell you to because if you don’t, she will suffer the consequences”

Alexis cocked her brow. “What are you going to do? If you harm her, you’ll lose your only way to pressure me.” She leaned closer to him, “and I swear father, if you touch one hair of her head you’ll see what I’m capable of. Do. Not. Provoke. Me”

She didn’t give him a chance to answer and left the room shutting the door behind her.

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After his mother left, Drake had never been able to trust anyone outside the friends he had grown up with. He certainly liked women and women liked him back, but somehow, he had managed to avoid all emotional drama or involvement. His love life was clean and simple, he met someone, they had fun, spent the night, maybe shared breakfast, and it ended there. His only rule was to be honest from the start, so no one would get hurt. Of course, he was aware that a few of them had approached him only to get close to Leo or Liam but he had never stayed long enough for it to hurt. Until her.

Everything had changed the damned night he had met her. From the beginning, he had known she was going to be different, he had never met anyone so full of contrasts, she had a mix of vulnerability and strength, sweetness and fire, that fascinated him. He hadn’t even tried to push her away, only wanting to know more and have more of her, completely addicted. And now he had to pay the consequences.

He had been sitting in the bar for two hours and a bottle of whiskey, but it didn’t matter. He had her under his skin, his emotions switching from despair to anger and back, in a matter of seconds. No matter how much he drank, he simply couldn’t think about anything else than her; forced to accept that his attraction had become something more much deeper. He would’ve given anything to have her in his arms again. To hear her laugh at something he said. To see her dancing in his kitchen. He slammed angrily his glass on the counter after drinking its remaining whiskey on one gulp. After all the years successfully avoiding any emotional connection, he couldn’t believe that he had fallen into the trap, but it was pointless to ignore it any longer, he was madly in love with her.

He was so immersed in his thoughts that it took him a few seconds to hear the familiar voice next to him.  

“Well, well if it isn’t Drake Walker himself! I thought I had been pushed from my little brother’s campaign because I was a loose cannon and look at you Mr. Chief of staff, completely wasted in a dirty dive bar.”

“Fuck off, Leo.”

Leo laughed and sat next to Drake, noticing the almost empty Jack Daniel’s bottle.

“I know you like your drinking Drake, but getting wasted alone with cheap whiskey?” He smirked, “This is about a woman”.

Drake took another large sip staring at the bar in front of him. Leo called the bartender and gave her his best smile.

“Hi, babe! I’ll have a glass of Mortlach, 20 years!” He turned to Drake again “I thought that at least you had learned something, Walker. I know my romantic little brother is a lost cause, but you’ve never been like that. You’ve always known the truth, women leave. It’s what they do best. They leave or cheat. You should know better than to care for one of them.”

“Shut the fuck up, Leo. You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Ha! So defensive. May I ask, who’s this mysterious woman that finally found the key to Drake’s Walker tender heart?” He added mockingly.

Drake rolled his eyes “For the last time; Leave me the fuck alone Rhys”

Leo patted Drake in his back. “I would but that babe behind us,” he nodded at the mirror in the bar in front of Drake “Has been looking at you like a hunter to a deer since I came in, and her friend,” he said his eyes pointing at the dance floor, “It’s not bad at all.” Leo smiled maliciously. “Come on, Walker. Nothing to forget a woman, like another one”

Drake sighed. In the past, he would’ve done it. He would’ve walked straight to the blue-eyed blond and left with her, but that night he couldn’t. The memory of Alexis was too fresh in his mind, he couldn’t stand the thought of another woman’s smell, of another woman at all.

“Go Leo. I’m sure you can handle both of them” He called the bartender and order another bottle of whiskey.