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Somewhere Between	By : AceMaxwell Category: G through L > Hellboy Views: 13422 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- John

I cough hard and vomit dinner and a lot of water.

Disgusting…

My head is pounding, probably from the lack of oxygen. Somebody must have pulled me out. I'm wrapped up in HB's coat, but my clothes are piled next to me. Nice to know that I was completely naked when I was rescued (note sarcasm). Agents are sprawled in various states around the docks, they're all soaked. I do a quick count. We're down two guys. I expected more than that, so I guess we did okay.

HB was sitting on a wall a few feet from me, talking to Abe, but he got up as soon as I started moving. I throw my arms around him the moment he's close enough, I can't help it. I nearly lost him… but HB's probably been through a lot worse than that, just not with me present.

"You should grow gills before you try something like that again," he laughs.

It's a nervous joke, told because he doesn't know what else to say. I think I've got HB figured out. Behind his jest there's a 'you scared the hell out of me' that won't get out without plenty of prodding.

I kiss him hard and get equal in return. He doesn't complain about the nasty taste I'm sure my mouth has, just kisses me.

I need him. I need to be his. I don't know whether the urge is wolf, or human, or both, fueled by current events, or by something deep-rooted, but I must be his.

We break off and our eyes lock. He's got the same idea, I can see it. We don't say anything. I grab my clothes and we disappear into the nearest alley while Manning's back is turned. I tug the communicator off his belt, then mine and toss them both. I don't want any interruptions.

While we maneuver the back streets, the brain in my head finally kick-starts and I remember what we were doing before the whole team nearly drowned, "What happened to the siren?"

Red looks back at me, "About the time I woke up, the bitch was going crazy, thrashing around and screaming. She went under, and when she didn't come back Abe went in to figure out what happened. He pulled you out and said she drowned. How the hell does a fish drown anyway?"

"It loses the use of its gills," I say quietly.

"Yeah, that's what Blue said, but it still sounds funny."

We stop in a silent back alley and HB scratches his head, "I don't know where the hell we're going to… I mean, it's not like we can get a hotel without-"

I don't give a shit where, I need him NOW! I grab the front of his shirt and crush my mouth against his, leading us backwards until I hit the wall. His flesh hand curls around my back, while the stone one plants on the brick by my head.

His lips are hot and hungry against mine, demanding things I'm more than willing to give. I open my mouth to his and frantically duel with his tongue. I need more! My hands go up under his shirt to map the planes of his chest, encouraging his to do the same. He pops open the buttons on the front of his jacket and I gasp when the air hits my wet skin. The cold is very quickly forgotten as he abandons my lips in favor of kissing down my exposed body.

Some tiny part of my brain that's still online notes, with some amusement, that HB picks me up to do so, instead of leaning down or getting on his knees. It's fine by me. I wrap my legs around his waist the second my feet leave the ground.

I can hear myself whimpering, but I can't seem to get a hold of my voice. It's an embarrassing noise to make. Why can't I groan or sigh like a normal person? Then again, the keyword in that sentence was 'normal'.

HB smiles against my skin. "That's cute," he murmurs. I have no idea whether he's referencing my vocal oddities or something else, but I don't really care when his lips return to mine.

I stop flexing my fingers against HB's shirt when I hear it tear. He pulls away a fraction of an inch to look at the damage, and then gives me an irritated expression. "I go through enough clothes without your help, Boyscout."

The mischievousness rises out of nowhere. Honestly, I don't normally have an ounce of it in me anywhere, but it comes on strong. I hook my fingers at the hem of the shirt and drag them down, ripping the fabric from one end to the other. HB raises a brow at me and the only thing I can offer in return is a maniacal grin.

"Let me handle my pants, would ya?" he says as seriously as he can.

I lean in close, brushing my lips against his ear with my answer, "Then get them off fast."

He does, undoing the belt and fly in record time, even with my hips in the way. Free from its confines, his penis slaps against my backside. I can tell it's massive by the feel of it and remember that the lube I brought is in my jeans on the ground. I'm going to need it.

My body trembles with the thought of HB buried hilt-deep inside me, but first things first. I unlace my legs (much to Red's confusion) and drop to the ground. When I lean down to grab my jeans, I'm distracted by his absolutely perfect cock at my eye level.

HB is teetering on that edge between impressively massive and laughably so, but just barely. I've never been with a man so large. That's the kind of penis a gay man only encounters in his dreams, or in porn, but in porn you know it's enhanced.

I wrap my hand around him to measure the girth with my fingers, there's about a two-inch gap between my thumb and middle finger. Gently, but firmly, I squeeze and work my hand up the shaft, smiling at HB's groan.

He grabs my arm and hauls me up, "Not that that isn't nice, but I'd really rather do it another way."

Agreed. I crouch, grab the lube packets out of my pants, and tear one open. About the time I'm considering asking him whether he wants to prepare me or if I should, my modesty kicks back in. I'm not sure where it's been hiding the past twenty minutes, but it slaps me back down to earth with a blush and a complete lack of words.

What makes the blush worse is when HB seems to know exactly what I meant to say, stepping forward to pull me against him. He takes the packet and picks me up to resume our prior position.

"You done this before 'Scout?"

I nod, sheepishly. I almost wish he were my first…

"Good, that'll make it easier, right?"

I nod again and laugh slightly when his tail winds around my ankle.

He lets me hold myself up while he empties some of the lube onto his palm and works it around. His stone hand comes to rest on my low back while the other slides beneath me.

My eyes meet his when he asks, "Are you sure about this?"

I feel one of his fingers slide past my entrance, teasing it, and can't find a damn thing to say back. All that comes out is another whimper.

"John, are you positive?"

Force of habit, my uncle's words fall from my mouth before I can stop them, "Only fools are positive." He used to say that every time someone would ask him that question. I look at HB and add, "But I'm sure."

There's no particular discomfort from the first finger that pushes in. I may be rusty at this, but I doubted that I'd gone back to a virginal state. Red wiggles it around a little. "Is there any kind of… method to this?" he asks.

I open my mouth to answer about the same time his finger brushes my prostate. A groan escapes before words and my back arches of its own volition. When I can swim out of the haze fogging my head, I say, "No method… just stretch muscles, and do that again…"

"What, this?" he asks with a smirk, twisting his knuckle against the same spot. It takes a few moments for the sparks behind my eyes to stop.

He slides the second finger in and it burns a little. The pleasure far outweighs the pain, but he doesn't hold off long enough in adding the third. I grit my teeth until the burning passes.

"Sorry," he mumbles, kissing my neck with his apology.

"It's… it's okay." I can't fault him for it. I want to jump past foreplay just as badly as he does, but I couldn't handle… As a human I couldn't, as a wolf I can bounce back from more, right? That doesn't mean it won't hurt though.

HB's very careful to give me time to adjust before squeezing another finger in. It's not as bad as the others.

"I think I'm ready," I pant.

It doesn't really matter whether I'm ready physically, because he's out of fingers and I'm out of patience. I don't think I've ever wanted someone so badly before. He withdraws his hand and slicks himself up. "Slow, or fast?" he asks, as he positions the thick head at my entrance.

Fast! Is what I want to say, but I bite it back, "Start slow." What I want and what I need are not always in line with each other.

HB does as I ask, pushing in achingly slow. It burns so badly that I have to squeeze my eyes shut and grab Red's shoulders. As much as it hurts, it's still amazing. As much as I want to cry, I want to howl in pleasure.

Howl? Maybe I'm more wolf than I thought; it doesn't bother me as much as it did.

When he's buried to the hilt, I feel more complete than I ever have. I press my forehead to his while we pant together. HB brushes back my hair and grins. "You're paradise, kid," he breathes, kissing me.

"You're… you're pretty good yourself," I say softly in return.

I didn't expect him to catch my slight poke at his attitude, but he laughs.

"I'm rubbing off on you…" He grabs hold of my hips and pulls out slowly. Going back in though, I think he forgets to be gentle, or he loses control, because he slams in.

I scream. Sure it hurts, but my scream isn't caused by the pain. HB doesn't realize that. He stops, muttering an apology. As soon as I can crawl down from my orgasmic high, I grab his face and kiss him fiercely. I don't move away when I release him. I open my eyes and stare into his, breathing his air and reveling in the heat of his skin.

"Go… fast, hard, now," I ramble.

The concern smoothes off his face and is replaced by a grin. He starts a pace that's rough, and fast, slamming into me. After the second or third stroke, the pain is gone and all that remains is that perfect, body-wracking pleasure. It's amazing.

I wrap my arms around his shoulders, dragging my nails over what's left of his shirt. The fabric rips and shreds easily. I can see me becoming another bad problem for his clothes. He's going to start needing a new wardrobe every week instead of every month.

Heat slowly curls and gains intensity in my abdomen, bringing me closer to release, but I don't want it yet. Not yet.

I lean my head back against the wall and close my eyes, listening to our sounds. HB's heavy breathing is overshadowed by the occasional grunt or groan. The buckle on the jacket I'm wearing hits the wall with a sharp clank every thrust, making our rhythm so much louder than it needs to be. My whimpers are constant through everything.

A sharp smell enters my nose, one I'm becoming very familiar with: blood. I'm not entirely sure what the source is. It could be him, me, or even someone nearby and my mind is currently too occupied to figure it out.

I shift my arms up around Red's neck and feel something slick on my fingers. I must have torn up more than his shirt. HB hasn't stopped to notice and I doubt he will, considering his pain tolerance. I'll have Abe patch him up later.

"Harder!"

Red obliges, picking up our nearly frantic pace. One of his hands leaves my hips in favor of my hair.

"Getting… getting close," he groans.

"So close," I pant back. I don't think it was a question, but it doesn't matter.

A flash of something appears abruptly in my mind: a military base I've never been on and a much younger Professor Bruttenholm telling me to get down out of a tree. It's gone as quick as it comes.

My confusion is quickly forgotten when HB's tail snakes between us and wraps around my erection, giving me more than enough stimulation to push me over the edge. I go off with a wail that probably wakes up half of Venice. Wave after wave of bliss sweep over my body.

I'm standing in a dark, wet corridor waiting for the next attack. My gun's half-empty and I'm out of extra rounds, so this could get ugly real fast. A screeching hiss sounds behind me. How the hell did it get back there?

I snap back to reality a little more violently this time, in a cold sweat and panting. What the hell is going on? This isn't something that's ever happened before. My heart's racing, but, strangely, I'm not scared.

HB slams into me a few more times, muttering something about how tight I am, before he orgasms. The world falls away then, leaving me behind.

- HB

When the white finally fades and things start coming back under control, I manage to speak, "That was somethin' else."

I don't get an answer from 'Scout. In fact, he feels kinda' rigid in my arms, like something's wrong. I use the wall to push away from him a little. John's eyes are rolling around in his head like crazy and he's shaking.

"Oh crap, John?" I grab his shoulders, touch his face, nothing helps. "Oh crap, oh crap." I killed him! How the hell… shit! I've gotta' get him to Abe, or a hospital, or something.

I pull out of him as carefully as I can and set him down while I hike up my pants. Abe talked about the whole sex equals commitment thing, but he never mentioned anything about 'Scout having a damn seizure. If this is part of that 'mating' thing, I'm going to kill him for giving me a fucking heart attack.

I wrap John back in my coat and grab him and his clothes. I favor speed over staying hidden, taking the most direct route to the plane. The people at that outdoor bar are probably still wondering what the hell they just saw. If that gets back to Manning… actually, I really don't care whether he hears about it or not. He can cover it up.

I cut across the roof of the airport and get to the plane about the time Abe gets the door open. I'm really glad he realized I was coming.

"What's wrong?" he asks immediately, peeling one of John's eyes open. At least they've stopped rolling around. I think he's unconscious now.

"I don't know. We were… you know, and then he started having this seizure thing and now he's just out," I explain.

Abe motions to one of the empty seats and goes for his books. "Set him down if you would."

I'm getting 'Scout settled when Manning comes after me like a god damn bear. He starts yelling and screaming right away, "Where the hell did you two go? You aren't allowed to just wander off and you know that damn well! How many people saw your sorry ass? Do you have any idea how long it takes-" I stop listening.

Liz pushes past Manning (who starts screaming something about the lack of respect in the bureau), and crouches in front of John. "What's wrong with him?" she asks.

"I don't know."

The other agents can't have been here too long; some of them aren't even out of their wet clothes yet. I'm tempted to tell Manning to shut the hell up, since I've been gone a lot longer than that before, but I let it go.

"Ah," Abe exclaims, his finger marking something in his book, "I believe John is going through a common part of this process that involves an exchange of memories. It can be startling to see because it manifests itself with similar appearances to that of a seizure."

"I didn't get any memories."

"You're not a werewolf."

Alright, with that answered, I wanna know one last thing. "Why the hell didn't you warn me about that? I thought I'd killed him!"

Abe shrugs, "To be honest, I didn't think you two would copulate-"

"Use English, Blue."

"Commence in sexual activities quite so quickly."

Liz jumps in, like I could use another opinion about all this, "You two slept together?"

"Do you have a problem with that?" I growl.

She glares at me, that 'don't you give me that tone' look. I got to know that look real well while we were dating. "You know I don't, HB. I was going to say that I was glad he caught you, but I kind of feel bad that he has to put up with your shit…" She stops her rant abruptly, her eyes getting wide, "HB, what happened to your back?"

"Nothing, why?" I ask, leaning down to put a hand on John's face. He doesn't wake up, but he's not feverish or anything, so I think he'll be okay. He's got to be exhausted after all that.

"Your back looks like you had a fight with one of your cats," Liz says.

"And the cat won," Abe adds. Smart ass.

I don't really remember anything specific… oh wait… "John did it." I pick up his hand and show Liz the blood under his fingernails.

"Hey! I'm talking to you, you big ape!" Manning yells. Ape, yeah that's original.

I start to tell him off, but somebody beats me to the punch, "Shut the hell up." That sounded like Boyscout, but it's not something he'd ever say to Manning.

Manning looks just about as surprised as the rest of it, but when that passes, he just looks pissed. "What did you just say?"

'Scout jumps up and gets in Manning's face. His eyes are bright yellow. I debate whether I should stop him or let him have his say, but the priceless expression on Manning's face is enough to let it go on a little longer. "I said shut. The hell. Up. I'm tired of listening to you bitch."

Manning's so shocked, he doesn't say anything. I have to laugh. It may be the weirdest behavior I've ever seen in the kid, but it's damn funny to watch him stand up to Manning.

"We weren't even gone very long, so shut up and sit down or find another place to pretend that you're in charge," Boyscout snaps.

Manning finally finds something to yell back and they shoot off into an argument. It's probably time to break it up, since it's getting a little too heated.

Abe touches my arm and holds a book around, "It says here that, just after mating, a wolf can take on its mate's personality. It has to do with that exchange of memories."

"That explains a lot," I say back.

"You should stop this before he angers Tom into doing something drastic," he punctuates 'drastic' with a hand gesture that can't mean anything good.

"Yeah, yeah."

As I'm coming to get 'Scout, Manning glares at me, "Get your dog under control."

Son of a BITCH! Now I'm going to kick his ass!

'Scout pulls his fist back faster than I can even figure out what I'm going to do to Manning. I snag his hand out of the air. Manning falls back a step, his face completely blank. 'Scout growls and leans into me. He's calm now, but I think the damage is done.

"Fuck off Manning, or I'll sic him on you," I threaten.

He gives John a long look before he moves away. Boyscout glares right back. I hear Manning tell the rest of the team that we'll move out in the morning. He sends them back to the hotel with the order to get some sleep.

"How are you feeling kid?" I should stop calling him kid, especially if we're going to be sleeping together. It doesn't seem to bother him. He rubs his face against my chest and emits a muffled whimper.

"I can't believe I just did that," he says, slipping his arms around my waist.

"I can't either. When'd your balls get that big, 'Scout?"

He glares up at me, his face bright red. I'm thinking my personality is winding down and his is back in place. Not that you'd be able to tell if I was blushing, but I doubt that I do.

I maneuver 'Scout until he falls back on my cot (at least Henderson's on top of something. He must've gotten it set up when they got back.) John looks past me and I turn to find Ellis. The guy's still soaked. He also seems to be one of the last agents left, considering the others took off the second Manning gave the okay.

"I've got to ask. Is it always like this?" he questions, wringing out his coat.

"Like what?" John says.

Ellis looks up. He's got a bad scrape on his forehead; he probably hit something falling into the water. "Nearly getting killed on a regular basis," he clarifies.

Abe's busy changing out something in his breathing thing, but that doesn't stop him from paying attention to everything. Some call it multi-tasking, I call it being nosey. He answers Ellis before John can, "We do lose agents regularly in combat and our jobs are frequently very dangerous. You'll get used to the intensity."

"Or die," I add. John slaps my leg. "What?"

Ellis isn't really fazed by it. This guy's okay, he can take a joke and not be pissy or offended.

"Maybe," he says and looks over at John, "Did you get what you wanted?"

"Yeah," 'Scout answers with a big, goofy grin. Is there something going on here that I don't know about? I doubt it, but… 'Scout directs that smile onto me and I realize what Ellis was talking about. They must've discussed me and John while they were out.

Wait. John discussed sex with somebody? He must've been embarrassed enough to start stuttering. That kid just doesn't do well in those kinds of situations. It was probably pretty cute to watch. Ellis better not have appreciated it too much.

Jeez, I'm jealous of Ellis and they weren't even doing anything… Doesn't really matter. John's mine and that fact isn't changing. Ever.

I like that.

John's mine forever.

Yeah, call it overly possessive or whatever, but I'm glad it's true.

We get changed once Ellis has followed the others out. Well, I get changed while 'Scout just gets dressed. Too bad. I kinda' liked knowing that he wasn't wearing jack-shit under my coat. It was a sexy concept.

We don't fit well on the tiny cot. Hell, I don't fit well on the tiny cot, so you can imagine what its like with two. 'Scout squirms a little, trying to back up from the edge, but he doesn't have anywhere to go; I'm taking up the rest.

"Roll over," John finally says.

"I'll take up more spa-"

"HB, just roll over."

I shift onto my back and take over the rest of the space, but 'Scout climbs on top of me and puts his head on my chest.

"I can't be comfortable."

"You're perfect," he murmurs back, just before going to sleep.

I brush my fingers through John's hair. I know he's tired, but why the hell did he have to go to sleep so fast? I was going to suggest another round before bed.

"It would be appreciated if you didn't commence in such activities with the rest of us present," Blue pleads from somewhere off to the right.

"Too late, he's asleep," I grumble. "And stay outta' my head!"

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Agents roll in with their luggage at six in the fucking morning. I bitch about it until 'Scout brings me an energy drink and gives me a solid kiss in front of everyone, without so much as a hint of a blush.

A couple of the guys hoot and holler (mostly Ellis and one of my backup liaisons), making it okay for the rest of them to acknowledge it. John laughs when Liz yells for us to get a room. There are a handful of agents that still keep their eyes on the floor. They can have a problem with us, but they'd better keep it to themselves or I'll pummel them. John's just barely starting to get over this 'shy about anything to do with relationships' thing and I won't let some stupid ass comment drag him back down.

John kisses me again, pulling away to say (in a super sexy, groggy kind of voice), "Morning."

"Is it too early for sex?" I whisper.

'Scout grins. His sleepy smile is sexy too. I might have to be awake early more often, just so I can see him in this state. He's pushing his luck here. I could just jump on him if he keeps being so adorable.

"Probably," he whispers back.

"I hate to break this up, as cute as it is, but you have a flight to catch," Ellis says to 'Scout.

It does cross my mind that we're already on the plane. It must've entered 'Scout's too, because he gives Ellis a funny look.

"What?"

Ellis grins at me, "Mornin' HB."

"Hey, eyes over here," Myers directs, continuing when he's got Ellis's attention, "What flight?"

"Oh, the one Manning set up for your behavior evaluation. You were supposed to see Doc Andrews about it, but he went back to his home office, so you're meeting him there."

I don't like the sound of this.

"What else did he say?" I ask sharply.

"Who, Doc Andrews? I don't know, he left…" Ellis stammers.

"Not him. Manning, what else did Manning say?"

"Just that the Doc needed to see John. I was told to be here with the plane ticket and make sure John got on his flight okay, that's it."

'Scout puts his hand on my arm. "Don't shoot the messenger," he reminds me. I'm always tempted to. The poor bastards that bring the bad news are usually the ones to get the brunt of my anger.

"How long before my flight leaves?"

Ellis looks relieved when I stop glaring at him. "In about an hour and a half."

Myers' expression twists into a scowl. I know he doesn't want to go. I don't want him to either, but Manning didn't show up to be told off in person.

"Do you know when I'm supposed to be back?" Boyscout asks.

All he gets is a shrug.

'Scout sighs and blows a stray piece of hair out of his face. I reach around to knock it back down, hoping to lighten his mood a little. He gives me a smile for the effort.

Something changes and the smile goes from this cute little thing to a grin that looks like he's about to cause some serious trouble.

"How long did you say I had?" he asks Ellis and I realize exactly what that look is for. I am SO jumping on that train of thought.

Ellis repeats the 'hour and a half' bit and John grabs my hand to lead me to the front of the plane. He pauses at the crates, his brow titled like he's trying to decide on something. He's probably debating exactly how much cover the crates could give us.

I glance over at the open cockpit. Doesn't it latch from the inside? I give John's hand a tug and point at the cockpit. The pilots aren't here yet and they won't be for at least another thirty minutes.

I see the blush spreading across John's face at the idea, so I give him a bit of convincing, "Would you rather do it behind the crates?"

"No."

I drag him inside. The door does lock, so I slide the bolt home. By the time I turn around, 'Scout's already got his shirt off and is undoing the tie on my sleep pants. Hot damn, he moves fast!

"I thought you said it was too early for sex," I remind him, sliding my hand beneath the waistband of his shorts. I grab a handful of his ass and enjoy the needy moan I get from him.

"What if I'm gone more than a couple days? I have to get my fix while I have you."

I laugh. He makes me sound like a drug. I drop into the Captain's chair and pull 'Scout on top of me. This time, he's not shy or embarrassed. He gets positioned and pushes down, taking me into him in a single move. He's still slick from the night before, which helps, but he's damn tight. It's so fucking amazing I practically go off from just the heat of him.

"Ready?" he breathes.

"Hell yeah."

It's hot, and fast, and hard, him pounding down onto me and me pushing up to meet him. I shift my hips to make more room for his legs, then focus on hitting just the right spot, that spot that makes him howl and act more wolf than human. It takes a couple tries before I find it.

His eyes flare bright yellow and he rakes his nails down my shoulders. There it is. His pace stutters a second, so I pick up the slack, grabbing his hips for more leverage. 'Scout sorta' collapses on me, which scares me (thought he was having another seizure thing), but he sits up enough to play tonsil hockey, so he's got to be okay.

I can feel the end coming on strong and I know 'Scout's close by the noises he's making. It's kind of a mix between a whimper and a groan. I love that sound.

I move one hand up into his hair (I still don't know where my sudden fascination for it came from) letting the soft strands slide through my fingers. Boyscout tightens around me, nearly making me lose control. I barely manage to keep going.

"God HB… I'm… ungh… I'm gonna," that's about all the warning I get from John. I didn't even touch him, but he cums. I do have enough brainpower left to think to clamp my hand over his yell. He may be in the moment now, but he'd die of embarrassment if the entire airport heard him orgasm.

His muscles tighten around me and I can't help but follow him into it. It's like falling off the edge of something and never hitting the bottom. Heat rushes though every part of my body and I shoot my load deep into him. My orgasm feels like it goes on forever, but not long enough. When it's over, I don't move. 'Scout's panting on my chest and I don't really feel like letting him go. I wrap my arms a little tighter around him.

"I don't want you to go," I know I sound whiney, but fuck, we just jumped to the really good part in a relationship and he has to get dragged off. "Why the hell can't they just fly him to us again?"

"I don't know," he mumbles. "But it won't be too long… at least it shouldn't be." John shifts in my lap, making me acutely aware of the fact that I'm still buried hilt-deep in him. His squirming wakes up the hungry monster that we just sated.

John meets my eyes and kisses me, slow and sexy. He bites my lips, opening his mouth so I can taste him.

"You're getting hard again," he whispers, pushing up almost off me.

"You… you noticed that did ya'?"

He pushes back down, his body trembling beneath my hands, "Oh yeah."

Dear god… this kid's going to shove me off the edge before we even get started. He throws his head back and whines, and I can't help but take advantage of his exposed throat. I latch on to give him a hickey. His skin turns dark the way it should, but only stays that way for a few seconds. It fades back to pink while I watch.

John tenses up around my dick and gives me a look, "We going to do this?"

I don't answer; instead, I pull him off me and bend him over the control panel. I screw him hard. This time, I don't think either of us remembers to be quiet. It's only when we're done that I hear somebody knocking on the door.

When I open the door, the Captain gives me a solid glare. "Don't do that again," is all he says. John and I edge out around him. John barely gets over his embarrassment before he leaves with Ellis. He is a little better when he comes back from getting cleaned up and dressed.

John gives me a long look on his way out. It's like the puppy-dog look, but worse, since he's twenty times cuter as a human. It makes me want to run out after him, or pull him into a bear hug, or sneak into the cargo bay of his flight so I can come too, but all I can do is wave at him, "I'll see you later 'Scout."

Why do I have a knot in the pit of my stomach like something's not right?

He takes a few steps and looks back again. Maybe he's having the same thought. The BPRD never outsources, so it's just kind of… weird.

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TBC…

So, there's a good deal of sex in this one, but the plot moves on in the next chapter. Had to give everyone a solid fix before the trouble starts.
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