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Living Stone
By : AceMaxwell
Category: G through L > Hellboy
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Chapter List
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We've jumped up to M or XXX or whatever rating means 'very dirty'. Mostly unbetaed. Forgive my mistakes.

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"What are you doing?"

John glanced up to find a very young, blonde child giving him a quizzical look. She was dressed in a knee-length pink dress and was running around barefoot despite the overgrown nature of the garden. While John studied her, she picked her way through the untended flowerbeds and leaned to look in the window he was crouched under.

"I'm, ah…" John couldn't think of something that would satisfy the curious mind of a child.

Before he could fabricate anything good, she straightened up and grinned at him, "I know she's a bit odd, but my da says that Mrs. Dagdea is a harmless old lady." The little girl's round face glowed with pride to be repeating her father's words.

"She's a lovely woman," John fumbled, his mind mostly trained on the witch's inner workings. "I'm just… pulling some weeds for her."

The low hum of Hellboy's voice came through the cottage's walls, but John only got shadowed images from the witch. The most prominent image was of a circle of stones with long, lithe figure standing in the midst of them. John tried to pull the thought closer, to see the figure's face, but the little girl was tugging on his jacket.

"Mrs. Dagdea never had a gardener before. Where are your tools?"

He gently removed her tiny hands, distractedly murmuring, "I'm working. Why don't you go play?"

The image of the standing stones flickered. John honed on it, bringing it back into focus. Inside the circle of stones was a woman. She had her hands raised to the sky, mounds of bright red hair curling down her back. John tried to turn the thought so he could see the woman's face. Everything was in such deep shadow.

"Mister."

Laid out at the woman's feet were the bones of the king. The bones burned with a white flame.

"Mister," the little girl grabbed hold of his hair and pulled.

The images shattered, lost to the witch's control. Without her thinking about them directly, John could only drag them out by force and the person he was digging into always noticed. John grumbled a few distasteful words under his breath and turned a glare onto the child.

He managed to keep his voice level, despite his raging urge to yell at her, "What is it?"

The little girl's expression had crumbled since he'd first looked at her and now tears were brimming along the edges of her big, green eyes, "There's something wrong with my sister."

In the quiet, John caught the faints sounds of a child wailing. It wasn't the kind of cry a child used when they were throwing a fit, or needed something; it was the kind that had the ring of pain to it. John scrambled to his feet. He glanced back at the cottage, but took the girl's chubby fingers in his.

"Where did you see her last? Can you take me there?"

She darted through the garden and into the trees, John following after and doing his best not to step on the back of her bare feet. They pushed through trees and underbrush, all the while, the child's screams got louder.

The little blonde called out to her sister, her fear evident in her tone, "Jacqueline! Where are you?"

"Jacqueline?" John shouted, pushing aside the branches of a bush and urging the girl through.

With the volume of the cries, John swore that they should be standing next to the injured child, but he still couldn't see her. The tiny blonde rubbed at her face with her fist, her body trembling with quiet sobs. When she sat down to wail, John scooped her up and braced her on his hip.

He yelled again, "Jacqueline!"

John searched the trees frantically with both his eyes and his mind. He could hear the screaming girl, but he couldn't sense her. There was no pain, or fear in the forest ahead of them. There were no thoughts, just silence. John's lips parted slowly as he stopped walking. He looked down at the child in his arms, his heart picking up speed when he realized that he wasn't getting any thoughts from her either. Her mind was a void.

The little girl turned. Though her face was still streaked with tears, it was twisted into a wicked smile, "What's the matter, mister?"

John let her go as though her body delivered a random shock. He stumbled backwards, his feet catching on a rotting log so he fell into the leaves covering the forest floor. The girl got up from where he'd dropped her, still smiling.

In the distance, the wailing melted into a keening cackled that made the hair on John's arms stand on end. His eyes locked on the child that was not a child, John backed away from her without climbing to his feet, too afraid to look away. She kept pace with him, taking a step forward to mirror each of his movements.

"Do you not like my game? I could come up with a different one," she said smoothly, her childish demeanor sliding in place. "I'm not here to hurt you."

Hellboy's panic crashed across John. Either the demon had realized he was missing, or something was going on at the cottage. John hoped it was the former. Remembering the pendant could have been John's doing, but he didn't think it was. It flashed through him like wild inspiration. John reached beneath his shirt and whipped the necklace over his head, holding it out towards the child.

The girl's chubby features morphed, revealing hard, glittering silver eyes and rows of needle-like teeth. She growled and dropped to all fours, snapping, "Iron cannot protect you forever. It will rust and fade away."

John scrambled upright, thrusting the amulet towards the creature. Snarling, she charged forward, but feinted to the side before John could touch her skin with the metal. He jumped away from her attack, careful to keep the amulet between them. She lunged again and narrowly missed swiping her steadily lengthening claws across his abdomen.

Hellboy's voice cut through the trees, "Where are you, kid?"

John opened his mouth to shout back, but someone else cried out in his voice, "I'm here." It was farther off, to John's left. Before John could warn Hellboy, the imposter called again, "I think I got a little turned around."

"Don't wander off like that," Hellboy groused.

"No, that's not-" John started to say, but the child-monster leapt out of her crouch and slammed into his chest.

He fell to the ground and kept falling, the leaves flowing up around him like a deep, murky lake. A clawed finger caught the pendant's chain, ripping it free from his hand. Even once he'd been completely enveloped by the earth, his freefall continued. His scream echoed only in his own ears.

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The forest felt wrong. In most forests, the trees were separated so they didn't have to compete for light, but these trees were grouped so closely that their roots had to be intertwined. They leaned into each other, as if they were conspiring. It left the world beneath the foliage very dark and uninviting. Hellboy had no doubt that it was a Fay forest. If he stood still enough, he could probably hear them.

Hellboy kept his hand on his gun as he picked his way towards John's voice. He was more than a little annoyed that the kid would wander off. They were in the middle of a job, so there had to be a really good excuse for him to go for a walk. If he wasn't pulling a crippled child from a burning building, Hellboy might scream at him.

"What the hell are you doing?" Hellboy shouted, turning his head so he could use the answer to pinpoint John's location.

"Don't you dare laugh. I… I got lost."

Heaving a sigh, Hellboy pushed through some thick bushes. The dead leaves beneath his feet made it impossible to be quiet. He was glad he wasn't trying to hunt anything. "Why'd you go that way? I had you lined up, facing the damn cottage."

A twist of thorny vine snagged the tip of his tail. Hellboy cussed and stomped on the offending plant. He grabbed his tail and slid it through his hand until he found the cut. It wasn't deep.

"Seriously, do you have the worst sense of direction in the world?" He growled as he kept moving. After a few more yards, Hellboy began to feel that he should've reached John already. The kid's voice had been very close, too close for Hellboy to have missed him. "Talk, sing, make some noise so I can find you."

"I don't know what to say," John's disembodied voice seemed to come from one direction, but as Hellboy moved towards it, it shifted direction and came from behind him. "I'm not much of a singer."

Hellboy froze. He closed his eyes, listening intently for the sound of John's footsteps. There was no sound in the forest. There were no bugs, no birds, nothing. Hellboy looked up into the branches of the closest tree. A handful of goldfinches peered down at him with more intelligence than wildlife should have. Hellboy encountered the phenomena frequently, but only wherever powerful supernatural forces thrived. It was as though the local animals absorbed some of the energy and became something else.

He got a lot of good advice from birds, less so from things that lived on the ground. Foxes always led him in circles and he didn't even try talking to rabbits anymore, the only thing they talked about was how imminent death was.

"Hey," he addressed the small, colorful birds. "Have you seen a human come through here?"

"The human passed through," one chirped, "But-"

"Hush," hissed another as it flared its wings and hopped towards the first bird.

The first one tilted its head to the side, the red on its face catching in the dappled sunlight, "They won't hear, they're busy."

"Busy with what? With the human?" Hellboy interjected, alarm filling his voice.

The second bird huffed as though offended and flit to another branch, but Hellboy didn't give it much attention. As long as he had one that was willing to talk to him, it was all he needed.

Somewhere to his right, John's voice called out to him. Hellboy had a strong suspicion that it was a first-class mimicker known as a Gresh. Though they were talented, Gresh were stupid creatures that had no language of their own. They could only speak in the voices of others. It wouldn't know where John was. Even if he did find it, it would disguise itself as a rock, or log until he left.

"I need to know where the human is."

After only a moment's hesitation, the bird darted through the trees. It flew quickly, but stopped often so Hellboy wouldn't lose track of it. Hellboy ran beneath it, glancing down briefly so he would run into anything. He dodged around tree trunks and large rocks and leapt over a thick trail of mud that might have been a stream once. If the forest indeed belonged to the Fay, Hellboy knew there was a dam further upstream that was blocking the flow of water.

As they crested a small rise, the bird left the canopy and landed on a boulder. Hellboy's eyes shot around the area, then down to the circle of mushrooms poking out of the leaves. The bright white caps were like small icebergs in the sea of red and gold and brown. Drag trails led into the circle, vanishing in the center.

A gleam of light made Hellboy kneel at the edge of the Fay ring. He pushed aside some of the crumbling leaves with the back of his fingers and picked up the iron pendant he'd given John. A clod of dirt obscured a few of the symbols. Frowning, Hellboy slid his thumb across the surface to knock the dirt loose. The polished metal caught what little sun there was as he turned it over in his hand.

"Damn it, John," he mumbled and tucked the necklace into a pouch on his belt.

The goldfinch flicked its wings nervously, "Seen many humans go down, but they never come back up."

"Yeah, thanks," Hellboy tossed a half-eaten granola bar at the bird. It bounced off the rock and rolled across the ground before the animal hopped over to pick at it.

The Fay ring was larger than any Hellboy had encountered before. If he lay down in the middle, his feet and head wouldn't touch the mushrooms on either side. From what Hellboy had learned of magic circles over the decades, size and mushroom color typically dictated what sort of Fay had put the circle in place. White pointed towards the Seelie, but the fact that the mushrooms were almost a foot tall made Hellboy think that they belonged to a powerful creature. Seelie royalty was the most likely bet.

As much as he didn't want to deal with some snobbish prince or duke, it was much better than the alternative. At least royalty could be bargained with, other types of Fay would keep John no matter what sort of deal Hellboy tried to strike. Although, he didn't have much to bargain with, he didn't have the time to find something they'd want. The longer he waited, the more likely it was that John would ingest something he shouldn't, or get pulled under some spell.

Hellboy stepped into the center of the circle, muttering a phrase in Gaelic to ensure that the Fay magic cooperated in taking him where he needed to go. The ground gave way beneath him. It didn't feel like falling, more like drifting or floating. If Hellboy hadn't experienced it before, it might've been unnerving, but he knew his feet would touch the ground eventually.

His eyes stayed fixed on the darkness below him while he traded the rounds in his gun for solid iron bullets. Leaves tumbled in both directions around him. Brown and gold leaves fell with him, but white and silver ones curled and fluttered upwards like wounded butterflies.

As the ground materialized in the darkness, the leaves changed into small white birds that flashed through the air. One slapped into a corner of Hellboy's jacket and exploded into a thousand pieces of drifting pollen. The others swirled away, hurtling into the murkiness above Hellboy's head to become the rising leaves.

Hellboy's hoof scraped against the earthen floor. Bell-like laughter found his senses first, and then the faces swam into focus. Slowly, a large, decadent room emerged from the shadows. It was filled with hundreds of Fay, their deceptively human features too beautiful to be the men and woman they posed as. Here and there, mortals were mixed in. Most of them were too dazed by Fay magic to realize what was going on around them. They sat in Fay laps and lingered like dogs at Fay feet. Hellboy scanned the humans, but didn't find John among them.

The din in the room broke apart as moon-shaped faces and perfect almond eyes turned to Hellboy. He pulled his gun free from the holster, the creak of the leather like thunder in the silent room. There were so many more Fay than he'd been expecting. He exhaled and set his jaw, determined to keep his nerves hidden. One powerful Fay was trouble, but this many could make him disappear between the layers of the world.

Hellboy moved into the room and the Fay parted around him. They were dressed in everything from modern tuxes and cocktail dresses to Elizabethan ball gowns that kept them from huddling too close together. Hellboy wondered what the occasion was until he saw the platform at the end of the great hall. A dozen stone steps rose from the floor to a circular dais that was covered by white fabric, and then further up to an elaborate throne filled by an even more elaborate woman.

Her gown made all the others look like donation center rejects. The gold and deep purple fabric was lined with gemstones, the crisscross brocade at her chest dotted at the center of every 'x' with a perfectly shaped pearl. Though it didn't seem possible, her features were even more delicate and ethereal than the other women in the room. Her reflective eyes were lined with gold powder and her mouth was a tiny bow shape that managed to look amused even when the rest of her expression was blank. Hellboy didn't have to spot the spindly metal crown seated in her nest of curls to know who she was.

The Seelie Queen arched one narrow brow at him, resting her chin on a hand that looked too long. It occurred to Hellboy after a moment that she had an extra digit on each finger. Beside her, a man in black armor had a hold of John's hair. He had John on his knees at the base of the queen's throne. The kid was gripping the knight's gauntlet with both hands, his panicked eyes stuck on Hellboy.

"And what brings the demon of England into my court?" the queen asked jovially, smirking as she spoke. "Though you have touched our existence more than once, you've never graced me with your presence."

Hellboy walked forward cautiously, casting his gaze around the masses for any signs that they were going to attack. "You took a mortal that belongs to me," he motioned at John with his stone hand to clarify.

The queen rose to her feet and all of her subjects dropped into a bow in unison. The sudden movement made Hellboy's fingers twitch around the stock of his gun. His tail curled as the queen shooed the knight away from John. The knight stepped to the side, taking one knee like the others.

She turned and innocently asked, "This human?" The kid flinched away when she reached to brush some hair behind his ear. "This stained creature does not bear your mark, how were we to know he was yours?"

Hellboy ignored the sweat rolling down the back of his neck. "Trust me, he's mine."

"Well, this was a grievous mistake on our part," she exclaimed, flinging one of her long hands through the air. Her intricate jewels clinked together with the movement.

Though she seemed genuinely apologetic, something in Hellboy tightened with uncertainty. The Fay would've seen them coming through the forest together; they had to know that John was with him.

"You will have to forgive this oversight. He will of course be returned to you," the queen went back to her throne, allowing all of her subjects to stand as she took her seat.

John stayed where he was. He looked to the queen, then to Hellboy, and back again. Hellboy wanted to tell him to get his ass in gear, but he was still waiting for something catastrophic to happen. His guts were telling him that the queen was going to pull the rug out from under them. He just wasn't sure how she was going to do it and that was what made him nervous.

Hellboy came to the base of the stairs, putting one foot on the first step. The muscles in his left arm twitched and jumped with tension, more than ready to raise his gun if the queen so much as hiccupped. "Come on, kid," Hellboy ordered.

John scrambled to his feet and ran down the first set of stairs. As he reached the landing that was covered in cloth, he staggered to a stop with a strangled groan. Before Hellboy could even call his name, the kid collapsed in a heap of trembling flesh. Hellboy darted forward.

"Kid?"

He bent to pick the boy up, but his foot reached the top step and a sensation bolted through him. It roared up his spine, rebounded at his brain and settled in his cock. He hardened instantly, his body temperature rising faster than that of a lobster that just hit the cooking pot. Hellboy swallowed, but had to force it down. His muscles didn't want to cooperate. Laughter rippled through the room behind him and the queen's smile twisted with something dark.

Hellboy managed to slide the cloth away with his foot. Underneath the velvet were symbols he only half recognized. He was struggling to process them when John rolled to look at him. The kid's breath was coming hard and fast and his skin was flushed, his pupils blown wide with lust. The look alone would've broken Hellboy's focus on the symbols, but then the boy got to his knees and frantically worked Hellboy's belt open.

Hellboy tried to step back, tried to grab the kid's shaking hands and stop this before it got too far, but instead he dropped his gun to the floor and shrugged out of his jacket. The leather duster slid down the stairs along with his utility belt. Trinkets and tools rattled in the pockets as the belt bounced to the floor.

Running on feral instinct, Hellboy wasn't patient enough to remove the boy's clothes carefully. He hooked his stone hand into the collar of John's t-shirt, simultaneously yanking him closer and ripping it open. The sound of tearing fabric was the last in the silence before the din erupted around them. Neither noticed as the Fay returned to their party. A dozen of the creatures clustered at the dais to watch, laughing and calling out lewd suggestions that Hellboy growled at. He wanted to chase them off so he could have John to himself, but he couldn't pull away from the boy's milk-pale skin long enough to do anything other than snarl.

He leaned to mouth John's neck and shoulder, drawing desperate, needy gasps from the kid. John deftly worked Hellboy's pants open and released his growing erection. The thick organ slapped against Hellboy's tone stomach and the boy's eyes followed it intently. There was something like fear below his magic-driven lust, but Hellboy always got that reaction the first time he took a new lover to bed. His size had only frightened off one potential partner, but it always caused a pause in foreplay. Under different circumstances, John might have reconsidered what he was about to do. Hellboy could sense the uncertainty beneath the spell.

Hellboy pushed the boy back, coming down over him on his hands and knees. His comforting rumble rolled over John's ear and manifested as a full-body shudder that tore through the boy. John let out a whimpered moan and fought his way out of his jeans, leaving them to clump around his ankles. Hellboy visually devoured what the boy was offering him.

With the way John was arching his back, it brought his chest and flat, flawless belly out from the next of shredded fabric that was once a shirt. The line of flesh led Hellboy's gaze down to John's straining erection. It was already leaking fluid. Hellboy slid his human hand across the boy's right thigh to still the pervasive tremor, gently massaging the muscle there.

The queen nodded to a nearby servant who brought a marble jar to the dais. Hellboy quickly gathered John against him, baring his teeth at the blue-skinned man. The Fay flinched, but tossed the rose veined jar at him. It landed on the dais with a muffled thunk, making a small arc as it rolled. It bounced against Hellboy's knee before it fell flat. Hellboy swept his tail around it, too distracted by John's writhing body to give the jar any thought.

As he gyrated his hips against John's, he wrapped his tail tighter about the container. The coils twisted compulsively when the boy reached down to wrap his hands around both of their erections, and the container's lid popped off. Viscous liquid spilled over Hellboy's tail, momentarily catching his attention. He wiped some off with his fingers, working it between his thumb and index finger before his spell-addled brain realized what it was.

Hellboy flipped John over, his lip twitching slightly at the howling cheer that went up in their Fay audience. The boy obediently dropped to his elbows and knees. His fingers gripped the cloth beneath his head, the only tell that Hellboy could see. In the back of his mind, he rationally knew that the kid wasn't ready for this physically or mentally. Hellboy managed to force himself to pause with his lubed fingers pressed against John's entrance, but the kid pushed back against him, taking in both digits at once. John's cry wanted to be that of pleasure, but it couldn't properly disguise the pain.

The Seelie queen quirked her head as she watched Hellboy fight the dais's markings. Her smile had yet to fade and was only getting wider as Hellboy struggled to regain control. She stood and came down the six steps to the spelled circle, leaning over the engravings to hiss in Hellboy's ear. Her ultimatum chilled Hellboy's insides, "Give him what he wants or I'll let my knight do it. I assure you that the boy doesn't care who takes him at the point."

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John trembled at the queen's words. For the first time since he'd met the demon, Hellboy's mind was as open and accessible as a public park. What the queen had said put a dark seed of doubt in Hellboy that made John want to scream in frustration. If he could make his mouth do anything but moan, he would tell Hellboy that he didn't want anyone else touching him. He shifted his weight back to take Hellboy's fingers deeper, forcing the only word he could form into Hellboy's mind, 'You!'

A whimper dripped from John's open mouth when the demon's fingers pulled out of him. Panic roiled in his intestines, but he couldn't voice it. Nothing could exist in him besides the need.

The heat of the demon's body lifted off of John's back and his eyes flew open. He tilted his head to look back at Hellboy, desperately hoping he wasn't getting ready to hand John over to the knight. John brushed Hellboy's mind and was rewarded with a flood of tumbling emotions. There was heat and need and something deeply feral that hated letting the others see John naked, but hidden in that was worry and fear. John's panic eased slightly as he began to understand that Hellboy was afraid he'd hurt John. He knew the demon would avoid it if he could.

John watched as Hellboy lifted a small jar with his tail and dropped it in his stone hand. Hellboy gently rested the massive hand on John's hip, the two fingers not gripping the container spreading out to weigh heavily on John's back. Something probed at John's entrance, but Hellboy's normal hand came up to separate his ass cheeks and John could feel all five fingers gripping his flesh. John squeezed his eyes shut, his panic roaring back into place. He wasn't ready.

The blunted shape slipped inside easily, retreating before it got too deep. It slid into him again, going deeper and stretching him almost painfully before it slipped out. Whatever it was, it was too narrow to be Hellboy's cock. John hadn't seen many dicks since his sexuality had woken up, but he knew taking Hellboy would be incredibly painful, if not impossible. The demon was at least thirteen or fourteen inches erect, maybe more, and thick enough that John would choke if he tried to give him oral.

It thrust back in and the tip curled to stretch him further. John let out a guttural moan, his cock twitching as he recognized the shape as the demon's tail. More nimble than John was expecting, Hellboy's tail continued to curl back on itself until it was doubled over inside him. The pain was enormous, but John could only gasp and push back against the demon. A few tears escaped from John's scrunched eyes, running across the bridge of his nose and dripping onto his arm.

Hellboy's human hand left his hip and scraped the last of the lubricant out of the container. It bounced to the landing when Hellboy released it, rolling off the edge of the dais. Slowly, his tail unwound from John's body. John shuddered as it left. His insides ached from the preparation, but he desperately needed Hellboy to finish what he'd started. His skin was burning up, but he needed the inferno of Hellboy's body covering his. He knew the insignificant amount of experience he'd had could not prepare him for someone like Hellboy, but he needed to belong to him.

The thick head of Hellboy's cock replaced his tail and John swallowed. Though his hands were gripping the cloth so tightly he could feel his nails biting into his palms, he squeezed it tighter. Warm, living stone slid around John's stomach and up to his chest, lifting him off the dais. Hellboy's other hand held his hip firmly to keep him from sliding down on his cock too quickly.

The demon's breath rolled hot and moist across John's neck. It disturbed a few beads of sweat that trickled down past John's shoulder blade. The heat from Hellboy's body was too much and not enough. John struggled with the conflict, pushing against the threads of the spell clinging to his subconscious. He could feel one strand coming loose and found the trailing end. Before he could pull at it, Hellboy pressed into him. Agony chased away everything else.

John clutched at Hellboy's stone hand, one of his nails breaking on the hard surface. Blood welled along the fracture, but John didn't notice. He couldn't feel anything except Hellboy's slow, persistent movement forward. John's mouth opened in a silent scream. Tears flowed freely down his face as Hellboy snapped his hips and slammed in the last few inches.

They were still long enough that the Fay jeered and threw fruit at them. Most sailed by them, but a few pieces rebounded wetly off Hellboy's back and shoulders. He curled defensively around John to keep anything from hitting him.

John's body shook violently as he tried to relax around the demon. Soft touches to his face made John open his eyes. Hellboy caressed his cheek, wiping at his tears with the back of his knuckles. The demon crooned to him and let his hand trail down his chest and abdomen to John's erection. The hot palm enveloped him, pulling and stroking him just enough to distract him from Hellboy's first, minute thrust. John's head dropped onto Hellboy's shoulder, a breathy sigh escaping him as the tension leaked out of his features. His muscles finally unclenched so Hellboy could move.

As if he'd given the demon permission, Hellboy grabbed John's hips with both hands and started a brutal pace. He humped up into John, pulling him down into the thrusts. John screamed, ripped cleanly between pleasure and pain. Needing something to hold onto, he reached back behind Hellboy's head to fist his fingers in the demon's black hair. Hellboy growled at his tugging, but didn't move to make him stop.

John tried to get his feet on the ground so he could participate, but his jeans chained his ankles together and he couldn't get into a good position. He rocked his body against Hellboy, tilting his hips so the demon could go deeper. The pain lessened on each stroke and the new position allowed the wide head of Hellboy's cock to scrape against John's prostate. John's back bowed as ecstasy swept through him.

The Fay seemed to delight in the new pitch his voice took on. One woman with silver eyes and thin, gossamer wings reached out to touch John's flushed skin, but she hesitated at Hellboy's warning growl. Her lips pursed and her silver gaze melted to a deep black that made John flinch away. Hellboy's thrusts didn't falter as he shifted his stone hand back to John's chest and pulled John tight against him.

The queen snapped at the Fay woman in another language and she retreated from the dais. Others took her place, but no one else moved to make contact with them. John closed his eyes to block out their leering faces, focusing instead on Hellboy's rough rhythm. He was getting close to release. His insides contracted and fluttered, a sharp wave of heat roaring through him with each of Hellboy's thrusts.

An involuntary cry escaped from John as the demon's hand returned to his erection. His touch was not as gentle as before. Hellboy squeezed his member firmly, rubbing his thumb along the throbbing vein at the back. With a ragged scream, John spilled thin ribbons of cum over Hellboy's hand. The demon lifted the hand to his mouth and licked it clean before returning both hands to John's hips. He snapped up into John a half-dozen more times and then was pulsing into him, his release nearly scorching John's insides.

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Hellboy lowered John so he was on all fours, pumping his hips lightly as the last of his seed coated John's walls. Before he could pull out, he felt his erection returning. The magic-inspired need was not subsiding. Hellboy reached around the boy and palmed his member, finding that he was getting hard too. Suddenly, Hellboy understood what kind of spell was inscribed around the dais. The need would never subside. They would be driven by it until it killed them.

John must've picked up on the thought, because even as he was shifting back onto Hellboy's cock, he let out a fearful whimper. Gritting his teeth, Hellboy pushed down on the kid's back to urge him into a better position and resumed thrusting. It took longer for him to orgasm the second time. By the time he felt it overtaking him, John was panting with exhaustion and the kid's arms were shaking from holding him up. John cried out and came on the dais, dragging Hellboy along with him.

Hellboy hadn't quite finished his release when he started moving again. The kid's wretched cries were thin. They were still needy, but laced heavily with pain. Each moan made Hellboy's stomach turn. John's body tightened around him as his interior walls started to swell. It was making it harder to move and Hellboy knew he was a few thrusts away from tearing something open.

Hellboy lost track of time. The only reason he could tell time was moving at all was because John continued to deteriorate. Weariness crept into his muscles, but John was already beyond fatigued. After John collapsed onto his elbows, Hellboy turned him so he could lie on his back and hooked his arms beneath the kid's knees. John wrapped his arms around Hellboy's neck, bringing him down so he could place his slick forehead just under Hellboy's horns.

Eventually, John stopped crying out and spent all of his remaining energy trying to catch his breath. Orgasm was increasingly painful, leaving Hellboy's cock over sensitized and raw. Hellboy could smell blood, could taste the salt of John's tears on the boy's face, but still couldn't stop. He watched the kid's expression flutter ceaselessly between agony and desire, wanting to strip away both so John could rest. The boy was at his limit.

John's eyes got distant and Hellboy felt him enter his mind. There was no escape for him there. Hellboy was just as tired and hurt as he was so he wasn't sure what John was trying to do. Blocking the kid out seemed like a useless gesture. Neither of them was going to last much longer so Hellboy let him look. If the boy could find refuge in one of Hellboy's memories, then maybe he could get away from what was going on.

The kid brushed something in Hellboy's head that made the raging need waver. It rushed back a heartbeat later. The second time John found the spell, Hellboy didn't waste the opportunity. With a roar, Hellboy wrapped John in his arms and shoved off of the dais, tumbling over the edge.

They fell much longer than they should have. John landed first, Hellboy coming down on top of him. He stayed curled around the boy, expecting the Fay to descend on them like rabid dogs. When nothing happened, Hellboy cautiously sat up and looked around. They were back in the forest outside Dagdea's house.

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John let his legs drop from their place on Hellboy's waist, confusion curling his brow. He was still gasping for breath, though he wasn't exhausted anymore. They were both dressed and seemed to be unharmed. Hellboy turned a stunned expression onto John and suddenly leapt off of him, mumbling something about getting the jeep before shuffling off.

John stayed where the demon left him. He wondered if any of it happened at all, but his shirt was still shredded. He toyed with the damaged fabric before dropping his head back onto the leaves.

"What the fuck…" he murmured.

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TBC…

That had to be one of the longest sex scenes I have ever written. I hope the desperate intensity came across the way I wanted it to.
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Living Stone	By : AceMaxwell Category: G through L > Hellboy Views: 4868 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Living Stone