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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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Hellboy opens the bathroom door and turns on the light. He stands back and lets Liz in first where she gets a good look at the room. He follows her in and watches her look around in amazement.

It’s about half the size as the other room with a large sink and counter taking up half a wall with a mirror of equal length above it. There’s a stainless steel toilet in a little alcove off to the side with an empty magazine rack next to it and there’s a steel bench against the wall just beyond that. But the piece de resistance is the empty hot tub sunken into the floor. And of course, it’s a complete mess with dirty clothes and towels strewn across the floor and comic books everywhere.

“That’s your bathtub?” she asks, stepping over a rather moldy looking pile of towels to get to the tub.

“Yeah, regular tubs aren’t big enough for me,” he answers with a shrug. “I like to soak after a day of beating the crap out of monsters. Helps with the sore muscles.”

He reaches over to the wall above the tub and starts fiddling with knobs. A few seconds later water starts filling up the large basin. Liz watches the steam rise out of the tub for a moment.

“It’s not the biggest hot tub I’ve ever seen,” she admits.

“It’s only a three person tub,” he replies as he leans down and checks the water temperature. “It’ll take it a little while to fill up. What do you want to do until then?”

“I should probably wash my hands first,” she answers, ignoring the leer he’s giving her. “Are there any clean towels?”

“Yeah, hang tight and I’ll go get some,” he says.

He leaves the room as she steps up to the sink trying to avoid stepping on anything that isn’t floor. She starts to wash her hands is rather surprised at the cleanliness of the sink, counter and mirror in contrast to the floor. Just as she’s rinsing the soap off of her hands, he comes back in with a large stack of clean towels. She takes the top towel off of the stack as he places them on the counter.

“Ever heard of a towel rack?” she asks, her gaze falling a particularly nasty pile of towels.

“Yeah, I’ve heard of them,” he shrugs. “Just don’t use them.”

“How do you move around with all this stuff on the floor?” she questions.

“Ah, come on,” he gripes. “You’re not going to start riding me about this too are you? I’ve already got Myers on my case about it.”

“Why would John say anything about this mess?” she inquires as she leans against the counter.

“It’s his job to clean this room, but he refuses to pick up the towels and clothes,” he replies as he kicks a pile of clothes off to the side. “He’s always going on about it. Says he refuses to pick up my dirty underwear.”

“Can’t say as I blame him,” Liz states. “I love you, but I don’t want to pick up your dirty underwear either. Though it does explain why everything but the floor is clean. Why don’t you just put this stuff in the laundry chute?”

“What laundry chute?” he asks.

“That laundry chute,” she answers, pointing across the room at a square metal flap bolted to the wall.

“That’s the garbage,” he replies.

“This is the garbage,” she points out as she taps a large chrome cylinder with a domed top and another metal flap that says ‘TRASH’ sitting next to the counter.

“Oops,” he chuckles as she just shakes her head, unable to stop the smile on her lips.

“Here, I’ll help you clean up,” she offers. “I’ll get the comic books while you shove the towels and dirty underwear down the chute.”

“Or we could do something a bit more fun,” he purrs while he steps up to her, pinning her to the counter.

“It’s hard to get in the mood with your dirty underwear lying around everywhere,” she replies.

“Fine,” he growls as he steps back.

It only takes them a few minutes to pick up the floor. By the time their done, the magazine rack is full and the floor is empty of dirty laundry. There are a few suspicious stains on the floor, but she figures a good cleaning should take care of those. The down side of the cleaning is that now Hellboy is in a bad mood.

She knows just how to get him out of that. He’s leaning against the wall, tail twitching in irritation, watching the water slowly fill the tub. Mindful of the swinging appendage, she slides under his left arm and snakes her hands under his t-shirt.

Golden eyes glare down at her but the soft chocolate colored eyes rimmed with thick black lashes gazing back at him are his undoing. He can never stay mad at her and she knows it. He pulls her closer as he bends over to kiss her.

In short order, he finds the bottom hem of her blouse and he starts to pull it up, barely aware of her tugging his shirt the rest of the way out of his pants. Their lips part long enough for the tops to be removed and tossed aside. He pulls her towards him again and the feeling of her bare skin, her breasts pressing into his stomach, causes him to groan and his pants to suddenly become a size to small.

When she finally breaks the kiss, her lips are swollen, her face flushed and her pupils are almost fully dilated. He stares at her perfect alabaster skin, the trim waist, but mostly what he’s staring at are the two perfect orbs of flesh hanging in front of her. He brushes one of her nipples with his thumb and she lets out a moan, pressing into his caress. He’s sure the steam that’s starting to fill the room is shrinking his pants even more.

He kisses her again as his left hand travels from her breast, over her shoulder and down her back until it reaches the top of her skirt. Once there, it explores until it finds the button and zipper. After several failed attempts, he manages get the button undone and the zipper is opened in a matter of seconds.

The material silently pools at her feet and his hand slides further down cupping her ass. Before he realizes what he’s doing, his tail slides up the inside of one of her smooth legs. She widens her stance to allow it to travel further north.

Suddenly, she finds herself with her back to the wall as his lips leave hers and start making their way down her neck. He slowly sinks to his knees as kisses his way past her collar bone. Before her mind can truly comprehend what’s happening, he’s kneeling before her and he’s sucking on one of her perfect pink nipples.

She grabs hold of his shoulders as she starts moaning with need. His hand takes the place of his tail between her thighs, pushing them apart so that he can have better access to the hot, wet center of her being. She gladly spreads her legs for him as he slides a couple of fingers up into her pussy while his thumb starts to make magic circles on that little bundle of nerves.

She begins thrusting into his hand, crying out her pleasure as she unwittingly digs her nails into his shoulders. He lets go of the nipple he’s been nursing on and works his way over to the other one. The instant he pulls that one into his mouth her cries and thrusts hit a new fevered pitch and a few moments later she’s screaming her release.

He easily catches her as she collapses into his arms. He slowly pulls his wet hand out of her juicy interior and she groans with the loss of his touch. He quietly chuckles as he stands back up, holding her in place so she doesn’t fall to the floor.

“Love being able to do that to you,” he admits smugly.

A lopsided smile stretches her lips as she manages to convince her legs to take her weight again. He smiles back only to gasp a second later as her lips attach themselves to one of his nipples. She kisses, nips and licks her way across his chest as her fingers deftly undo his pants that seemed to have shrunk down small enough that Abe could wear them.

As soon as the constricting garment is loosened, she pushes them down past his hips, freeing his huge erection. One hand slides over his hip and gently cups his balls as the other one softly caresses his turgid length and he lets out a groan that he’s fairly sure that can be heard in Tibet. She quietly chuckles as she kisses her way down his abdomen, slowly lowering herself down to her knees.

She kisses the tip of his cock just before she starts to explore it with her tongue. He moans as he leans against the wall to keep his balance. After she sufficiently tortures him with her lips and tongue, sending anything that might resemble a coherent thought right out the door, she takes him into her mouth.

“OH GOD!” he howls as he throws his head back.

His left hand grabs the back of her head, tangling his fingers in her ebony tresses. When he’s finally able to look down he sees that she’s watching him. The sight of her lips stretched around his huge cock causes another moan to escape his throat. She then closes her eyes to concentrate on bringing him off.

She sucks as hard as she can as she pulls back while the hand with his balls gently squeezes them. When she reaches the tip, her tongue dances around the head and then dips into the slit at the end. Taking a deep breath, she swallows him down as far as she can, temporarily cutting off her air supply. She works her throat trying to bring him in farther until she has to let go due to lack of oxygen.

She knows she’s doing something right as he starts to thrust his hips into her face. After a couple tries, she manages to time it so that she’s going all the way down on him just as his thrust reaches the apex, somehow managing not to gag herself. She sucks and licks for all she’s worth until his primal yell is the warning she gets as his cum hits her in the back of the throat.

Catching her off guard, the semen goes down the wrong pipe and starts choking her. She quickly pulls off and starts coughing and gasping for air while still holding onto his manhood and she starts to squeeze. It takes him several moments to realize that something’s wrong and when he does he lets go of her hair and quickly grabs the hand holding his balls.

Once he’s freed himself from that painful grip, he checks on her. She still has hold of his softening member, but that’s ok since it’s not quite as sensitive as its two downstairs neighbors. He wraps his arms around her and helps her to her feet. She leans on him until the coughing stops.

“You ok?” he asks in concern.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she answers as she brushes the hair from her face. “I’ve never done that before so it caught me by surprise. And please tell me this isn’t what I think it is.”

She pulls her hand away from her hair with a sticky white gooey substance covers her fingers.

“Ok, I won’t,” he replies.

She glares up at him and he grins at her just before he gives her a quick kiss. Then he checks the tub out of the corner of his eye.

“Ah crap,” he swears as he gently pushes her back against the wall.

“What’s the matter?” she asks as he pulls up his pants and then swiftly crosses over to the tub, quickly turning the taps off.

“I over filled the tub,” he answers.

“How can you have over filled the tub?” she inquires, pushing herself off of the wall. “It’s barely three quarters full.”

“I displace a lot of water,” he smirks as he sits down on the bench.

She picks her clothes up off of the floor and places them on the counter as he takes his boots off. He stretches out his cloven hooves for a few moments before standing and pushing his pants off. She admires the pure beauty of him all lean muscles and hard lines, but she knows that hidden under all that toughness is a gentle heart and a kind soul.

He tosses his pants over towards the laundry chute before turning his gaze back towards her. The very sight of her naked form takes his breath away. It reminds him of those Greek statues of the perfect woman form and here it is, standing in front of him.

“Are we getting in or are you going to stare at me all night?” she teases when she notices him staring at her with a glazed over look in his eyes.

“Come here,” he playfully growls, crooking a finger at her.

She sashays her way across the room to him, holding his gaze with her own. When she gets within distance, his tail whips around and grabs her around the waist, pulling her towards him. The instant bare skin meets bare skin, they both moan.

“Let’s get that stuff out of your hair before it dries,” he suggests barely above a whisper.

“Sounds like a plan,” she replies, equally quiet.

But instead of moving towards the bath, he leans down and starts kissing her. Sometime later, she pushes him back and staggers towards the tub. He reaches out and steadies her as she sits on the edge of the bath, dipping her feet into the delightfully hot water.

“Get in and get your hair wet,” he instructs as he sits down next to her.

She complies and when she reemerges from the water his left hand descends onto her head and he starts trying to massage the shampoo into her hair with one hand. She smiles up at him as she reaches over to the dispenser on the wall and pushes the button below the shampoo label. Once she’s sure she has enough of the gel, she starts to work on her long hair. He stops and stares as her breasts bob and wiggle with her every movement.

She smirks and decides to put on a show for him. She starts to moan with pleasure as she adds a little torso undulation to her movements. She steps back as he moves towards her and instantly goes down, landing in one of the hot tub’s seats. She lands with a splash and she’s stunned for a moment before she starts giggling.

The giggling turns into a gasp as he drops down into the water and the hot liquid over flows the sides. He wasn’t lying about over filling the tub. She barely registers the water going down a drain in the middle of the floor as he pins her to the side of the bath.

Their lips meet in a mind numbing kiss that lasts until she has to break it off due to lack of oxygen again. His left hand is wandering over her body causing her to gasp with need again. He kisses her neck, nibbling just below her ear and her head lolls to the side

“Want to see how long I can hold my breath?” he whispers into her ear.

“Ok,” she incoherently answers.

Before she can comprehend what she’s agreed to, his head disappears below the water. A second later she feels him push her legs apart as he pulls her towards the edge of the seat. A moment later his tongue snakes out and licks her pussy causing her to arch her back in surprise and pleasure.

His tongue dives deep inside her and she grabs the back of his head with her hands as her legs spread farther apart of their own accord. He licks and sucks on her pussy as her cries fill the room. When he finds that delightful nub, he gently sucks on it, quickly causing her to go screaming over the edge into oblivion.

When she comes back to reality, she’s floating on her back in his arms and he’s gently scooping water over her hair. She rubs her cheek against his bicep as she relaxes into his embrace. When he’s satisfied with how her hair looks, he lies back into the reclining bench and arranging her onto his lap. She scoots around until she’s comfortable and then rests her head on his shoulder. She closes her eyes and drifts off to sleep as he holds her safe in his arms.

There’s a hesitant knock at the large vault door to Hellboy’s room. Dozens of little furry heads pop up, ears pricked forward. After several moments, the door slowly opens and John cautiously sticks his head in the room.

“Red?” he softly calls. “Liz?”

After making sure that he isn’t interrupting anything, he pushes the door the rest of the way open. With a sigh of relief, he pushes the food cart into the room. In a matter of seconds, he’s surrounded by little furry bodies wanting their breakfast. He figures that Hellboy and Liz must have taken their activities to Liz’s room for more privacy and that’s fine with him. He knows Hellboy will be back when his stomach growls.

He feeds the cats first in order to keep from tripping over them as he puts Hellboy’s breakfast on the table. As he’s pushing the cart out the door, he notices the bathroom light is on. With an aggravated sigh, he crosses the room to the bathroom door.

“Great, he left the light on again,” John grumbles to himself as he opens the door and starts to reach for the light. “If I’ve told him once, I’ve told him a hundred times to turn off the light when he’s done.”

“You know talking to yourself is a sign of insanity,” a deep baritone voice says from across the room.

Startled, John looks across the room and instantly regrets it. The sight of the two of them in the tub completely naked is enough to give the agent heart palpitations.

“JESUS!” he yells just before he turns and runs out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

Hellboy lies there quietly laughing, trying not to wake Liz.

“That wasn’t very nice,” she admonishes.

“Eh, he’ll get over it,” he chuckles. “Besides, he didn’t even bother turning off the light before he left.”

“And who’s fault is that?” she asks, not even opening her eyes.

He doesn’t answer; instead he tilts her head up and softly kisses her.

“Go to sleep,” he gently orders.

She doesn’t argue but does as she’s told.

John comes charging into the library in a rather agitated state.

“Good morning, John,” Abe greets as he swims up to the glass of his tank.

Noticing the agent’s distraught state, he places a blue webbed hand on the glass and almost immediately pulls his hand back.

“Well, it’s good to see those two are finally moving their relationship along,” Abe states, turning a slightly deeper shade of blue, a smile pulling at the corner of his lips.

John doesn’t reply as he shoves several rotten eggs into the feeding tube and nearly slams the thing shut.

“Please be careful, John,” Abe gently admonishes. “I prefer my breakfast without broken glass in it.”

“Sorry,” John mumbles.

“Perfectly understandable,” Abe replies as he swims up to the first egg. “Care to talk about it?”

“NO!” John shouts before dropping his voice. “Oh, god, no.”

“Very well,” Abe responds. “Would you mind turning the pages please?”

“Yeah, sure,” John replies as he goes over to the first music stand. “They could have locked the door.”

“True, but I imagine in the height of passion, they weren’t thinking too clearly,” Abe offers as John starts turning pages. “Perhaps some fresh air would do you some good.”

“Yeah, that sounds like a good idea,” John agrees as he turns the last page.

The young agent quickly exits the library through the gold doors headed for the platform that will take him to the front lobby. Abe just chuckles and shakes his head as he eats his egg and starts reading his book.
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