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Beauty and the Beast Within	By : TheShadowCat Category: G through L > Hellboy Views: 15623 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Hellboy, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author’s Notes 1: Thanks to sjs, Beth and Mishelle for your reviews. They are very much appreciated.

He wakes to find that he’s alone in the tub. For a moment he thinks he must have dreamed it all until she walks in wearing nothing but one of his t-shirts. Never has he wanted to destroy one of his shirts so badly in his life.

She sees his amber eyes boring into her and she smirks, adding a little hip wiggle as she walks. He growls possessively and in an explosion of water, he’s out of the bath. He grabs her, pulling her tight against his body and then heatedly kisses her as his erection presses into her stomach.

“You’re getting your shirt all wet,” she teases when he finally lets her up for air.

“I can take care of that,” he purrs, reaching down, ripping the article of clothing off of her and then he tosses it over his shoulder.

“You just threw it in the tub,” she laughs.

“Who cares?” he murmurs into her hair as his left hand starts to caress her body.

She moans as her own hands start to do their own exploring. He lifts her into his arms as their lips meet once more and her arms wrap themselves around his neck and her legs around his waist. She’s barely aware that they’re moving until he lies her down on his bed.

He lies down next to her and after a bit of squirming around, they get comfortable stretched out next to each other. They start kissing again and his left hand caresses her breast causing her to moan. She presses her body against his as his tail wraps itself around her top leg.

She barely even notices as the tail gently pulls her legs apart and pushes her partially onto her back as his left hand starts to migrate down her body. He caresses her flat belly, plays with her soft curls and then slides his fingers into her core. She moans as she holds onto him for dear life while he starts to move his fingers inside of her. He gently rubs his thumb over her clit as he pumps his fingers in and out and soon she’s unable to keep kissing him as her cries fill the room once more. Moments later he feels her clamp down on his hand as her body spasms and she calls out his name.

He gently pulls his finger out of her as she lies there panting and shaking. While she’s still recovering, he starts to nibble on her ear and neck. She barely even notices at first, but as his lips and teeth continue to torment her she lets out a groan.

“You’re going to kill me,” she whimpers as she feels her body responding to his ministrations.

“I hope not,” he chuckles next to her skin. “I’m not into doing it with dead people.”

She lets out a moan as his hand and tail start caressing her body and he scoots further down on the bed while his mouth starts to travel down her body. He kisses down past her collar bone and then kisses his way around her breast before finally taking the nipple into his mouth where he gently suckles it. She grabs the back of his head as she’s fairly sure that any moment every single nerve in her body is just going to burn out due to sensory overload.

She opens her legs in invitation and he adjusts himself to settle in between them. She starts to thrust her hips into his belly as he kisses his way from one nipple to the other and then gives the second one the same treatment as the first. She writhes with wordless need underneath him and he finally decides to take pity on her.

Before she realizes what’s happening, he slides down her body and sticks his tongue into her pussy. She gasps in surprise as her body arches with the feeling of him licking up her juices. She can’t get a proper hold of any part of him so all she can do is hold onto the bed. He drinks her down, licking and sucking all of her goodness up as she squirms around on the bed. One good suck on her clit has her yelling out his name again and he smiles to himself at what he’s accomplished.

As she lies there as if she is boneless, he starts to slowly kiss his way back up her body. By the time he gets to her breasts, she’s whimpering and he chuckles evilly. She still can’t move and he takes full advantage of this as he starts licking and sucking on her nipples again.

“You’re evil, you know that?” she groans and he just snickers at her. “I just wish I could be there.”

“Be there for what?” he asks, perplexed.

“For when you explain to Manning how you killed me,” she moans.

He chuckles again and she looks up him with those big brown eyes. He can’t help himself as he kisses her until they’re both breathless. He can feel her legs around his hips, trying to pull him closer and he can no longer deny her.

He slides his hard cock into her very wet pussy and they both moan with the pleasure. All the sounds she has been making have already brought him close to the edge and it’s all he can do to hold on. He pounds into her over and over until he can no longer stop himself and with a few more powerful thrusts he can feel himself spilling his seed into her as she screams his name one more time.

He barely manages to catch himself before he lands on her and they stay like that, panting and almost completely spent. Some eternity later, he rolls off her and she takes a deep breath just before scooting over. After some more rearranging, they settle down to do some serious post coital cuddling.

They float in that place somewhere between reality and sleep, content and sated for now. A gentle knock at the door, does little good as they don’t seem to hear it. Further rapping also bears no fruit and it’s not until the hand is banging on the door do the happy couple even crack an eye open. He growls at the door and she quietly chuckles as she puts a finger to his lips.

“Yes?” she yells out as he glares balefully at her.

“Breakfast!” John shouts back through the door.

There’s another growl and Liz laughs when she realizes it’s Hellboy’s stomach. Before he can react, she’s out of the bed and dragging on a robe. She heads for the door and looks back at her lover who’s now sitting up in bed.

“You might want to cover up,” she suggests with a smirk as she reaches for the lock. “Unless you want to send John into years of therapy because he saw you in your birthday suit.”

He grabs his pillow and plops it on his lap as she unlocks the door and opens it up to find John has his eyes firmly closed. She tries not to laugh, but still a little snicker manages to escape her lips and a small frown creases his brow.

“It’s ok, John,” she assures him. “We’re covered.”

John cracks an eye open, chancing a look and then instantly turns bright red. The red silk robe leaves little to the imagination to begin with and to top it off it barely makes it to mid-thigh on her. He swallows audibly and then turns to get the first cart, trying desperately to hold onto what little dignity he has left.

In record time, John comes in, unloads the carts and leaves all while Hellboy sits there scowling at the man and Liz tries not to laugh at both of them. Once he leaves, he hears the door shut and lock behind him and lets out a sigh of relief. He’s just hopes that when he returns in a few hours with the next meal that they’ll have found their clothes.

After turning pages for Abe’s, John is on his way back to his office and a huge pile of paper work when he sees Manning walking down a hall with a strange man. While this normally wouldn’t be of any concern, John sees them headed for a certain office that’s currently in use. In a near panic, John quickly catches up with them.

“Um, sir?” John cautiously calls out.

“Yes, Myers, what is it?” Manning briskly replies after turning around.

“Were you planning on going into that office?” John asks a bit nervously.

“Of course I was,” Manning huffs in response. “This will be Agent Evans’ new office.”

“Oh boy,” John mutters under his breath before continuing. “Would you like me to show Agent Evens around, sir?”

“I’m quite capable of showing him around, thank you,” Manning tersely replies as he reaches for the door knob.

John can’t think of anything more to say to stop the inevitable, so he stands there and watches helplessly as Manning opens the office door. No sooner does the director open the door than a small calico cat comes zipping past him and John only barely catches her in time. Manning quickly gets over the shock of a hoard of cats stuffed into the previously unoccupied office and slams the door shut. He turns towards John who’s trying to hold onto the squirming cat as calmly as he can.

“What are those cats doing in there?” Manning demands through clenched teeth.

“I’m afraid it was my idea to put them in there,” a calm voice from the end of the hall states.

The three men turn to see Abe in his dry land gear walking towards them. While Manning and John don’t even so much as raise an eyebrow to his appearance, Agent Evans on the other hands is quite stunned. With his jaw in the vicinity of his bellybutton and his eyes roughly resembling a frog’s, all he can do is stand there and gape.

“You care to explain?” Manning snarls, glaring at the tall, blue figure walking towards them.

“There was need to move Red’s cats to another location for the night,” Abe explains, finally stopping in front of the men.

“And why is that?” Manning growls, his eyes narrowing.

“He and Liz wished to have a peaceful evening without the cats interrupting them,” Abe replies calmly.

“And what were they doing?” Manning hisses, his face turning a lovely shade of red.

“Since I was not there, I cannot say,” Abe answers smoothly. “Since there now seems to be a need for this room, I will endeavor to have the cats removed and the office cleaned before our new agent settles in. Would that be satisfactory, Dr. Manning?”

“No, but I guess it’ll have to do,” Manning grinds out through clenched teeth before turning to the new man. “Agent Douglas Evans, meet John Myers and Abraham Sapien. They’re your new coworkers and your first job is to get those cats out of your office.”

Manning then turns on his heel and marches down the hall with the Evans staring at the retreating director’s back.

“Welcome to Bureau of Paranormal Research and Defense, Agent Evans,” Abe says as he steps towards the door.

“Uh, thanks,” Evans stammers before turning to John and continuing in a whisper. “What is it?”

“He,” John chuckles with a knowing smile as he follows Abe into the office. “Abe is a he. He was discovered alive in a secret chamber at St. Trinian’s Foundling Hospital in Washington. They took his name from an inscription that was stuck on his tank that read ‘Icthyo Sapiens, April 14, 1865.’ The day Abraham Lincoln was shot. Hence ‘Abe’ Sapien.”

Evans just follows John into his new office and is more than stunned by the twenty to thirty cats crawling all over the place. He looks over at Abe and sees the blue man picking up felines and placing the docile animals into cages. When John attempts to do the same with the calico he’s holding, it’s like he’s holding a small whirling dervish. At least she is until Abe strokes the animal a couple of times and she calms enough to be put in her cage.

“All of the cages are filled,” Abe states a minute later as he easily lifts two of them. “I’ll go ahead and warn Red and Liz that we’re coming.”

“Sounds good,” John agrees with relief.

John picks up a couple cages and Evans copies him. After getting out of the office, the door is carefully shut and John leads Evans through a maze of corridors. John gives a brief history of the BPRD as the travel through the labyrinth of tunnels until they finally reach the vault door that stands slightly ajar. A second later Abe emerges with the cages minus the cats, nods to the two men and heads back to Evan’s office.

“He’s weird,” Evans mutters once he’s sure Abe is out of earshot.

“Come on in,” John says when Evans hesitates at the entrance. “Meet the rest of the family.”

The first thing Evans notices is the vast number of TV sets all over the room followed by the truck in the middle of the room. It looks like the perfect bachelor pad except that it’s way too clean. Then a woman emerges from a door across the room and he’s startled not just by her presence, but her beauty.

Her dark hair is very messed up like she had a rough night, her eyes have bags under them as if she didn’t get a lot of sleep but there’s a very satisfied smirk on her lips which would instantly explain why her hair is mussed and there are bags under her eyes if his brain was working properly. She’s only wearing jeans and a t-shirt that’s several sizes too big for her as she pads barefoot across the floor towards Evans. He can’t even think much less move as this vision of beauty moves towards him and then takes one of the cages from him.

“Liz, this is Douglas Evans, he just started today,” John says as he opens the first cage door and a cat shoots out. “Evans, this is Liz Sherman.”

“Hi,” she smiles shyly at him before releasing another feline.

“Are these your cats?” Evans asks, finally making his brain work enough to form a coherent thought.

“No, they’re mine,” replies a deep, gruff voice, causing Evans to startle slightly.

Evans looks towards the voice and nearly has a heart attack. Stepping through the door that Liz just emerged from is none other Hellboy himself wearing nothing more than a pair of tight fitting shorts. Evans takes a good long look from the cloven hooves to the sanded down horns as Hellboy picks up a stub of a cigar and lights it.

“Hey, Boy Scout, who’s the new guy?” Hellboy asks letting out a cloud of smoke.

“Red, this is Douglas Evans,” John replies as he takes the second cage from Evans. “Evans this is…”

“Hellboy…” Evans breathes. “Oh my god, he’s real.”

“Last time I checked,” Red snorts as he picks up one of his cats and starts to scratch its ears. “What’s with the new guy, squirt?”

“Don’t know,” John answers as he hands two empty cages back to Evans. “I just know that we’ve got to get the cats out of his office.”

“You put my cats in his office?” Hellboy laughs as he moves closer to Liz who’s now sitting on the bed with a couple of the little fur balls. “Manning know?”

“Uh, yeah, he’s the one who opened the door,” John hesitantly replies causing Red to bark with laughter.

“What I wouldn’t have given to seen his face,” HB chortles happily.

“Yeah, well now we’ve got to get the cats back here,” John grumbles as he herds the shell shocked Evans towards the door. “We’ll be back.”

It takes them over two hours to transfer all of the cats and by the time they finish, Evan’s is pretty sure he’d be happy never seeing another one those hair ball horking pooh machines for as long as he lives. Evans spends another hour cleaning up his office with John’s help. Just when he’s sure he’s going to get to sit down for a minute, that’s when the warning klaxon goes off.

Author’s Notes 2: Sorry this has taken so long. I’m working on a couple other stories right now and my muse tends to give me chapters as she sees fit. As for the hairball horking, pooh machine comment, that’s what my sister (who’s a neat freak) used to call her cat. Rest in peace, Murphy. As always, please review, there will be more smut coming, but I’m afraid the plot bunnies are at it again so it might be a while.
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