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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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BREEP! BREEP! BREEP! BREEP! BREEP! BREEP! BREEP! BREEP! BREEP!

WARNING: CODE RED! WARNING: CODE RED!

The adrenaline hits his system like a tsunami causing his heart to pound even harder, his muscles to tense and his cock to completely deflate as the blood heads elsewhere. He does some creative swearing as she slips out of his arms and off of his lap. Horny and frustrated, they dry off and get dressed before heading to the meeting.

When they get there, there are only two seats left, one on either side of Abe. They each take a seat flanking their blue friend. As soon as they’re seated, Manning starts the meeting.

She tries to concentrate on Manning’s words, but it’s hard. She’s still very horny and knowing that they’re not going to get another chance for god knows how long, does nothing for her mood. She’s so absorbed in her own thoughts that when something touches her ankle she nearly jumps right out of her skin.

She barely manages to disguise the jump as simple repositioning herself in her seat when she realizes it’s Hellboy’s tail wrapping itself around her leg. It snakes its way up her skirt and starts to wiggle its way past her knee. Anything Manning has to say is totally lost to her as she barely controls her breathing while her heart pounds in her chest and her panties get soaked from her arousal.

Abe suddenly pushes his chair back, knocking it over. He curls into a ball and uses the momentum to do a backwards somersault before standing up with incredible grace. Everyone turns to look at him and it’s very obvious from his abnormally deep blue coloring that something’s wrong.

“Abe?” Manning asks in confusion.

“I…need… some fresh air,” Abe explains before hastily exiting the room.

“Since when does he need air?” Manning inquires before shaking his head and continuing with the meeting.

Hellboy reaches down and picks up Abe’s chair, pushing it against the wall behind him. He repositions his own chair supposedly to give more room to the agent beside him, but Liz knows better as his tail creeps a couple more inches up her thigh. She briefly glances across the table at John who’s watching them with a knowing look on his face. The agent shakes his head as he gives an exasperated sigh and then turns his attention back to the director who’s carrying on as if nothing happened.

The tail tip is gently caressing her inner thigh, mere inches from its hot, wet goal and it’s slowly driving her insane. Deciding that two can play at this game, she discretely reaches down into her lap and starts to stroke his tail. Hellboy suddenly shifts around in his seat as if he’s become rather uncomfortable and she tries to hide her smirk. Unfortunately, the side effect of getting him turned on is that his tail is starting to slowly squeeze her leg and she can feel her toes going numb.

You’re cutting off blood to my leg. She writes on the pad of paper in front of her that she repositions so he can see it.

Sorry. He writes back on his own pad as his tail loosens its hold and she breathes a sigh of relief.

“If you two a through passing notes in class, you can recap what I’ve just said,” Manning growls at the couple making them both jump.

“We’ve gotta nest of manticores threatening a small fishing village in Indonesia that we gotta take out,” Hellboy smugly replies with a smirk.

“Wrooight,” Manning stumbles causing the other agents to smirk or quietly chuckle. “Right.”

Manning scowls at Hellboy for a moment longer before dismissing the meeting. Hellboy and Liz leave first and find Abe is waiting in the hallway looking much better. The merman ignores them and beckons John over to talk. With a shrug, Hellboy walks on towards his room, Liz in his wake.

“Think we have time to finish what we started?” he mumbles suggestively in her ear when she catches up to him, causing a shiver to run down her spine and straight to her groin.

“If it’s all the same to you, Red, I’d rather my first time not be rushed,” she moans causing him to stop dead in his tracks. “I want it to be special.”

“You mean first time first time?” he asks as she stops and turns to face him. “Or fist time with me?”

“First time first time,” she answers, turning and walking away, blushing furiously.

He lets this news sink in for a minute before he trots to catch up with her. He swings her around and kisses her soundly. When they finally come up for air, her cheeks are flushed and her lips are swollen from the kiss.

“When we get back I’m going to make love to you until neither one of us can stand up straight,” he rumbles as he strokes her hair. “Now let’s go kill some monsters.”

“I like that,” she smiles.

“Good,” he nearly purrs.

A week later they finally return from a successful mission. The agents all make it back alive, relatively unhurt and the nest of manticores has been wiped out. Of course there’s now a mile wide hole in the middle of a forest on one of the Indonesian islands, the lake that was there is nearly dried out and both will probably take years to fully recover.

Unfortunately for Abe, that lake is where he chose to hide when Liz had her episode and by the time it was safe to come out, most of the water was gone and he was covered from head to toe in mud and muck. This of course has lead to Abe being nicknamed ‘catfish’ behind his back. While Abe has given no indication that he’s aware of the nickname, those using it most frequently have been having a rather strange string of nightmares lately.

Ever since Liz woke on the plane after her episode, she’s been a bit testy. Hellboy figures it’s just the normal depression she feels when she loses control. When they finally arrive back at the bureau, Hellboy suggests a movie to help ‘relax’ her, but she turns him down flat and then disappears into her room, slamming the door behind her. Abe finds Hellboy a while later, standing in the hall staring at her door in confusion and trying to ignore Anung un Rama snarling at him to go in there and take her.

“Problem?” Abe asks with a tilt to his head.

“I suggested a movie and she practically told me where to shove it,” Hellboy answers without taking his eyes off of Liz’s door.

“I take it you had plans for some extra activities after the movie was over?” Abe inquires.

“Yeah, you could say that,” Hellboy grumbles and his tail twitches in irritation.

“Don’t be too upset with her, Red,” Abe says. “She’s cycling.”

“Cycling? What the hell are you talking about, Blue?” Hellboy demands. “She doesn’t even own a bike.”

“Not that type of cycling, Red,” Abe chuckles as he gently herds his large friend down the hall. “I assume Prof. Broom talked to you about the birds and the bees.”

“Yeah, he tried to teach me zoology once, but I kept falling asleep,” Hellboy shrugs. “What’s that got to do with Liz and cycling?”

“Oh dear,” Abe mumbles. “I’m talking about the human reproductive system. Did he ever discuss it with you?”

“Nah, he was of the old school were you don’t talk about those things,” Hellboy replies. “And what does this have to do with bicycling?”

“Oh boy,” Abe sighs. “I think it’s time you learned about these things, especially about the female reproductive cycle.”

“What do I have to learn that for?” Hellboy grouses. “I’ve been doin’ just fine without it so far.”

“Ah, but you’re about to become rather heavily involved with a woman,” Abe points out. “And if you want to avoid any misunderstandings and hurt feelings, it would be best if you learn it and learn it quickly.”

“Great, here I was hoping for some relaxing company and instead I get stuck getting a lecture,” Hellboy complains as they walk into the library.

“Don’t worry, I wasn’t planning on lecturing you,” Abe assures him and Hellboy gives a sigh of relief. “I have books that I want you to read. You’ll have a few days to study them and by then Liz should be a little less likely to rip your head off.”

Abe goes off in search of the books he needs while Hellboy slowly wanders over to his father’s office. Nothing has been changed in the past several months since his murder except that the blood has been cleaned up. Someone has come through and dusted, probably John, but other than that, it looks the same, like nothing ever happened. Before Hellboy can slip into a blue funk, Abe returns with the books he had gone in search of.

“I’ve marked the chapters you’ll need to read,” Abe tells him. “There is one or two other books I’d like you to look at that are not in the library. I’ll have John pick them up for you later.”

“Thanks, Abe,” Hellboy responds sounding less then thrilled as he takes the books and leaves the library. “This should put me right to sleep.”

By the time John comes in with Hellboy’s lunch the next day, the text books are completely forgotten. Hellboy sits on the couch channel surfing, absently scratching the ears of one of his cats. John silently unloads the cart onto the table and then comes over to the couch and drops a shopping bag from a chain book store on the cushion beside Hellboy, startling a couple cats.

“Abe asked me to get those for you,” John states as he blushes profusely and quickly leaves with the cart.

Hellboy watches John make his escape before returning his attention to the bag beside him, trying to decide whether or not it’s worth a look. Curiosity gets the better of him after a minute and he gingerly opens the bag and looks inside. He reads the titles of the two books and then rereads them a couple more times to be sure. A growl resonates through his chest just before he grabs the bag and storms out of his room, scattering cats in the process.

Hellboy comes charging into the library like a bull in a china shop a couple minutes later and stomps up to the glass of Abe’s tank. He bangs on the glass a few times with his left hand, barely managing not to slam on it with his right hand. A few moments later Abe swims into view and casually makes his way up to the window.

“Ah, good, John got you the books,” Abe observes.

“Is this some kinda joke?” Hellboy demands, waving the bag in Abe’s direction.

“No, Red, it’s no joke,” Abe assures him. “I figured those books would be the best to help you understand what your about to get yourself involved with.”

“Liz isn’t a science project, doctor,” Hellboy snarls.

“No, she isn’t,” Abe agrees. “However, she is a woman with feelings and needs. I think a basic understanding of her anatomy might help you understand that some of those needs are biological as well as psychological.”

“In English,” Hellboy growls.

“To put it simply, my friend, she has needs of the mind and body,” Abe replies calmly. “These books should be able to help you determine what those are so you can make her happy. At least I’m assuming you want to make her happy.”

“Of course I want to make her happy,” Hellboy snaps, telling Anung un Rama where to stick it when the demon starts to fuss.

“Then open your mind and those books and learn how,” Abe suggests before disappearing into the depths of his tank. “Feel free to stop by if you have any questions.”

Hellboy stares at the blue water for a while longer before turning and leaving the library. By the time he gets back to his room, his lunch is cold, but he doesn’t care as he plops down in a chair and pulls the first bowl of chili towards himself. He extracts the first book from the bag and starts to read Sex for Dummies as he eats his lunch.

A few days later, Abe follows John on one of his feeding runs for Hellboy and finds his large red friend in front of the TV watching cartoons. Abe silently helps John unload the cart and stays behind as the young agent leaves, taking the dirty dishes from the last meal with him. He knows that Hellboy is ignoring him, so he takes a seat and patiently waits.

“You’re not going to go away are you?” Hellboy finally asks after nearly half an hour.

“No, I’m not,” Abe confirms.

“Come to give me a test?” Hellboy grumpily inquires.

“I came to see if you have any questions,” Abe replies.

“I know more than I ever wanted to know about how everything works,” Hellboy grumbles. “I was happier not knowing.”

“Sometimes ignorance isn’t bliss,” Abe points out. “Did you read both books?”

“Yeah, I read Sex for Dummies and The Complete Idiot’s Guide to Sex,” Hellboy responds, not sounding the least bit pleased. “They’re around here somewhere if you want them.”

“No, that’s quite alright,” Abe states. “Do you have any questions?”

Hellboy doesn’t answer, but squirms around uncomfortably in his seat. Abe knows all he has to do is wait for it, so he sits patiently. One half hour and another cartoon show later and Hellboy finally caves in.

“How do I get condoms?” Hellboy mumbles.

“You don’t need them,” Abe assures him.

“What are you talking about?” Hellboy demands finally turning to face Abe. “Those books go on about diseases and pregnancy and how you need protection and everything and you’re tellin’ me I don’t need condoms?”

“First of all, sexually transmitted diseases are usually transmitted sexually, hence the name,” Abe answers calmly. “Since this will be a first sexual encounter for both of you so it’s not likely either of you carry a disease. Also, it’s common practice for the BPRD to have their agents donate blood for themselves should they get hurt, so there is no chance you or Liz have been exposed to contaminated blood.”

“What about Liz getting pregnant?” Hellboy grills the merman.

“Liz has been on birth control for some time,” Abe replies.

“What’s she doing on birth control if she’s never had sex?” Hellboy asks, eyes narrowing.

“Since her menstrual cycles were very heavy and irregular, her OB/GYN put her on it to help regulate her,” Abe answers. “So the chances of Liz getting pregnant are pretty slim.”

“So I don’t need condoms?” Hellboy double checks.

“You don’t need condoms,” Abe confirms.

“Good,” Hellboy sighs as he turns back around to his cartoons. “Because the thought of a piece of rubber between me and her hot, wet…”

Hellboy stops his narrative when he hears the door to his room close. A quick glance over his shoulder confirms that Abe is long gone. He chuckles to himself as he settles back down to watching his cartoons.

A couple hours later, John comes in to clear the dirty dishes from Hellboy’s room and finds the demon making bullets for the Samaritan.

“Hey, Red,” John greets as he starts to pick up the platters and bowls. “Manning wants you to get some target practice in and I was about to head down to the range. Care to join me?”

“I don’t need practice,” Hellboy replies without looking up from what he’s doing. “The Samaritan makes really big holes.”

“I know, that’s why Manning wants you to practice,” John responds. “He thinks that if you had better aim there would have been less damage done to that library and it wouldn’t be costing the government nearly as much to fix the place up.”

“Manning is a bureaucratic blowhard,” Hellboy gripes.

“You’ll get no argument from me,” John replies. “But he is my boss and he’s making my life a living hell. So come one, please. Just for a little while.”

Hellboy looks up from his work and stares at the young man standing in front of him. John just looks back with that hopeful look on his face like a kid that’s hoping his dad will agree to go out and toss a ball around with him. With a resigned sigh, Hellboy nods his agreement and a big smile lights John’s face.

“Great!” John says happily as he goes to clear the rest of the dishes. “I had the armory make some blank bullets for the Samaritan so you don’t have to waste the ones you’ve made. Let me take these dishes back to the kitchen and then I’ll be right back. Ok?”

“Sure, Boy Scout, I’ll be waiting right here,” Hellboy replies as John heads out the door.

Hellboy hopes he can finish making these bullets before John gets back so he can slip out and make himself scarce. Unfortunately for Hellboy, John must have run to the kitchens because he’s back just as Hellboy finishes the last bullet. With a quiet growl, Hellboy retrieves the Samaritan and follows John down to the firing range.

The instant they turn the corner, a blue webbed hand with hyper extended fingers can be seen at the other end of the hall. A second later a blue head pops around that corner just before Abe steps out into the hallway and heads for Hellboy’s room with Liz and a couple agents right behind him. A few moments later, they’re standing in Hellboy’s room; they look around for a moment and then get to work.

A couple hours later a rather grouchy, but clean, Hellboy is heading back towards his room. He’s still not sure how John talked him into using the showers in the agent’s locker room, but the reminder that his bathroom still smells like jasmine is what probably did the trick. With a grumble that he’s missing one of his favorite shows because of the shower delay, he pulls the door to his room open and stomps in. He gets several steps in before he notices something is wrong.

The first thing he notices is that all of the TVs are off, followed by the fact that all of the cats are gone. It takes him a little longer to realize that there are lit candles all over the room and his room has been cleaned from top to bottom. Before he can go storming off in search of his beloved pets, he hears a noise.

“Red, shut and lock the door please,” a soft voice requests.

He spins around towards the sound and he easily spots her. He takes one good look at Liz and nearly faints as all of the blood in his brain goes straight to his cock.
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