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Living Stone
By : AceMaxwell
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Both Liz and Abe turned to look at Hellboy when he came slamming into the bishop's office. She was seated in one of the chairs facing the desk and Abe was standing at the side with his arm propped up on the chair back. Sensing Hellboy's anger, Liz rose to her feet.

"You son of a bitch," Hellboy growled, pointing an accusing finger at Bishop Dunn. "You brought us here hoping we would get rid of your ghost before it could tell anyone that the bones were missing."

The bishop's mouth tightening and the creases at the corners of his eyes deepened into canyons, "How dare you make such claims."

John came in holding Christopher on his hip. They'd found the boy a change of clothes, but he still reeked heavily of petrol. The bishop fixed the child with a steely glare that made him hide his face in John's shoulder. John returned the glare and the bishop abruptly fell back into his chair, shock overtaking his features as he reached to rub his temples.

Hellboy leaned on the desk, a smile playing dangerously with his scowl, "When you've got a psychic as powerful as mine, they're not claims. What'd she offer you? Power? Sex?"

The bishop regained his composure, but was careful to keep his eyes off of John and the boy. He sank deeper in his chair, gripping the armrests with clawed fingers. Though there was nowhere the bishop could run, Abe came around the desk and blocked him in. The icthyo sapien crossed his arms over his chest.

When Dunn didn't answer, John said, "Youth. She offered him never ending youth." Hoisting Chris a little higher on his hip, John added, "But they were having sex too."

Liz wrinkled her nose, "Gross."

Bishop Dunn stood, shouting, "I want all of you gone, now! You are no longer welcome in this house of God."

"I'll go when God tells me that himself," Hellboy snapped, his tail lashing the air behind him.

He'd dealt with hundreds of humans over the years that were tempted by powers that were beyond them, but it pissed him off when it was a man of the cloth, especially someone as influential as a bishop was. Hellboy knew better than anyone that everybody had a price, he just wished it had taken more than sex and the promise of a pretty face to make a man of God sacrifice humanity.

"You'll tell us where the resurrection is taking place," Blue told the bishop calmly, but with an edge to his voice.

Bishop Dunn stayed sullen and silent, so Hellboy looked to John. The kid came forward, handing off the sniffling child to Liz. She held the boy at arm's length. With brows arched high and an unlit cigarette hanging off her lip, she wasn't even trying to hide her discomfort with the situation. If Hellboy wasn't so busy being angry, he would've laughed.

"Here's the deal," John explained. "You can either tell me where the standing stones are, or I can dig it out of your head. Let me assure you that you don't want me to dig it out."

"Do it anyway. He's had his chance," Hellboy told John.

The kid gave Hellboy a troubled glance, but reached for the bishop's head. Before his fingertips brushed the liver-spotted skin, the bishop spoke, "There is no need for that." He slapped John's hand away, the action drawing a low growl from Hellboy. "There is a lake in Wales that looks like the head of a wolf when you come at it from the south. The stones are on an island where the eye should be."

"Wales is a big place, you expect me to be satisfied with that?"

John told him the rest, "It's in the Snowdonia National Park, east of Rhiwbryfdir. It has no name."

Suddenly, the kid screamed and pitched backwards. Hellboy caught him a few inches from the ground. The kid's shoes scraped across the hardwood flooring as he convulsed. Hellboy pressed his stone hand against John's chest to keep him from hurting himself. John's screams gurgled and cracked and blood poured freely from his nose and the corners of his eyes. In a panic, Hellboy drew his gun on the bishop, fairly certain that he had something to do with John's fit. Abe did the same, but the bishop chuckled. Setting Christopher outside the door, Liz returned with her gun leveled.

"The lady's knight has been waiting for you to contact me. Fysmaldeth's powers are unpolluted by human blood, so your little psychic won't stand much of a chance against him. Even across thousands of kilometers, he-"

The bishop jerked slightly, his face going slack before a fountain of red oozed out of his nose and mouth. His head dropped forward onto the desk, a pool forming rapidly underneath it. There'd been no shot fired, not that Hellboy had heard. He glanced at Abe's gun and then Liz's, but neither barrel was smoking.

John had one hand extended towards the bishop. His convulsions stopped and, even though his head was resting heavily in the crook of Hellboy's arm, his attention was fixed on Bishop Dunn. As the blood pool found the edge of the desk and started dripping onto the floor, John dropped his hand.

Abe pulled off a glove and leaned over the bishop's hunched body to take his pulse. When Abe confirmed that he was dead, Hellboy looked down at John. The kid's bloodshot eyes met Hellboy's gaze unashamedly.

"He was using the bishop to channel his power. I… I had to…"

"It's okay, kid. I get it," Hellboy tried to ease him.

"He can only get to me when I open my mind to read, but I wasn't expecting… I didn't think…" John's voice trailed off into incoherent mumbles as he slipped out of consciousness.

Hellboy put his gun away and picked John up. Again, he marveled out how light the kid was. If hadn't seen John mostly naked, he'd think the kid was anorexic. He cradled John's back and hips with his stone hand and held the boy's legs up with his left.

Liz stared at the bishop's still body, "Did he just kill him with his brain?"

"You can make fire with yours," Hellboy answered.

"Yeah, but he's just a psychic. Did you know he could do that?"

"No."

Abe put his glove back on and added, "I don't think we've ever had a psychic who could do something like that. He's still very green, but with a little training…" He shrugged to finish the thought.

"I'm taking him back to the hotel so he can sleep this off-"

"It's not a hangover, Red. He's probably got some serious damage."

The tracks of blood running down John's cheeks made Hellboy think the same, though he wasn't sure what to do for him. There were hospitals he could take John to, but the kid had no real records since he was living under an assumed name. The BPRD would pick up the tab without any fuss, so Hellboy was more concerned with the bureau finding out about his identity. Eventually, they would find it anyway.

"Will you two stay and clean this up?"

"Of course," Abe said. "And we'll work on arranging transport to Wales. You should take him to Shepton. It's the closest town with a real hospital."

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Two hours after he'd made it to the emergency room with John, Hellboy was still sprawled in a waiting room chair, chewing on his nail beds. The hospital staff had rushed John into the back the moment they arrived, but, other than someone unsuccessfully trying to get a medical history from him, Hellboy hadn't heard much since then. When he'd gone to the nurse's station to ask about the kid, the woman working the desk had the gall to ask if he was family. Hellboy had barely managed to bite his tongue against the obvious snarky quip and stalk back to his seat.

Dozens of people came and went while he was waiting. Hellboy could tell he was in a small town by the type of wounds that came through the automatic doors. Instead of the gunshots and stab wounds that were typical for a big city, Hellboy saw a driver who hit a cow on the road, a man who'd had a heart attack while he was out in his fields, and man who'd somehow managed to cut off his big toe with a shovel. The last one sat around for a while and had even asked for Hellboy's autograph before he got called into the back.

The TV in the corner of the room was tuned to BBC. Hellboy stared at the glowing screen, but didn't hear much of what was being said. Occasionally, a word or two would sink in, letting him put the stories together on his own. An older woman sat across from Hellboy working diligently on a knitted scarf. Her needles clacked loudly over the television. She'd come in with the man who'd cut off his toe and didn't seem overly concerned about his prognosis. The white plume of hair rising several inches off her head suggested that she was the man's mother or grandmother.

"They really should tell you how your boyfriend is getting along."

Hellboy blinked and glanced away from the TV, a dark negative of the glowing screen hovered in the center of his vision, a testament to how long he'd been staring at it. "My boyfriend?"

The woman nodded and slid her square-frame glasses down her nose so she could examine one of her knots, "The man you keep inquiring about. You clearly care about him. I've been in this emergency room many times, so I've seen the way people act while they wait. You have too many nervous ticks to be just a working partner, but you don't pace, so you're not family."

Hellboy's laugh came out as a burst of air and little else. "I doubt it was a lack of pacing that gave that away."

She gave him a look over her glasses that Hellboy easily interpreted as 'don't be an ass'.

"Sorry," he muttered.

"It's alright, it's just your nerves talking," she reassured him, gathering her knitting in one hand so she could pat his knee. "I'll see what's going on."

The old woman got up and tottered over to the nurse's station, addressing the nurse by name. They talked quietly for a minute or two, then the old woman came back to her seat. She smiled warmly and continued knitting, "She'll get a doctor for you."

"Thanks."

"So, are you two a couple?" she asked, her tone begging for juicy details he didn't have.

He took a breath to speak and the woman leaned forward and lowered her knitting. Hellboy broke into a chuckle and shook his head. "No, we're not."

"Why not?" She didn't hide her disappointment.

He shrugged, his eyes gravitating back to the television, "I'm too old for him."

"Oh, bosh." The woman slapped his arm with the flats of her needles. "I doubt a man like you lets anything get in his way when he wants something."

Arching one brow, Hellboy flatly said, "I'm sixty-seven and he's nineteen."

Her mouth fell open into a surprised 'O' that was quickly overtaken by a sly smile that made her look younger than she was, "An old dog can since still catch a pup every now and again. Listen, time ticks away whether or not we're watching the clock and life is too short to be spent staring at your birth date."

"Yeah, but is that fair to him? What if I'm not around as long as he is?"

"God bless the poor child and I dearly hope this is not the case, but what if you were to lose him today? Would you regret not acting?"

Bile rose to the back of Hellboy's throat at the idea. He felt as if he'd swallowed a hot rock and it was sitting heavily in the bottom of his stomach. Shifting his weight in the uncomfortable, barely cushioned chair didn't make him feel any better. He got up to walk the length of the cramped waiting room, weaving around the unevenly spaced chairs. "Yes," Hellboy finally said, stopping to look at her. "It's something I would regret."

"Then you'd better keep that in mind," she told him and nodded in the direction of the doors leading deeper into the hospital.

A doctor pushed through them, reading over a thin file as he made his way into the waiting room, "Who is here with John Myers?"

Hellboy hurried over to him, "Me, that's me."

The man raised his eyes from the file and then kept raising them until he found Hellboy's face. His eyes were impossibly wide for a moment before the doctor could regain the reassuring calm that every doctor seemed to exude. "We took a scan of John's brain and there aren't any ruptured aneurisms that we could find. He does have a fair bit of bruising, which is causing his brain to swell slightly. That's the cause of the bleeding from his eyes and nose. Was Mr. Myers in an auto collision of some kind?"

"Among other things. Is he going to be okay?"

"It's just the damndest thing, there's no contusion on the outside of his head to suggest he'd hit any-"

"Doc, is he going to be okay?"

The doctor flipped the chart closed and scratched the back of his head with the corner of it, "To tell you that, I would need a better medical history. If this is something that's happened before, he could be in immediate danger…"

"His medical history is classified," Hellboy lied. "If it was caused by an outside source, is he going to be okay?"

"As long as he takes it easy, then he should be fine. He's going to have a bad headache for a few days."

Hellboy's relief washed over him like a warm wave. He wanted to pick the doctor up in a bear hug, but resisted the urge. Pulling out his BPRD badge, he explained quickly, "A member of my agency is going to come by and collect all files and information you have about John. I'd appreciate it if you'd cooperate with him."

The doctor studied the silver shield with a furrowed brow, "Of… of course. But medical records are protected by law against-"

"He'll bring all the appropriate paperwork."

Hellboy knew that all of the files would end up on Manning's desk within a day. It made him nervous. The kid's past would be blown wide open and Hellboy could only hope that he'd be able to convince his boss that John needed to remain on their payroll.

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John jerked out of sleep, the dream that woke him fading into ungraspable wisps the moment he opened his eyes. Whatever it was, he knew it wasn't his dream. His head was pounding, but it wasn't as bad as it was when the knight had finished with him and it certainly wasn't the worst headache he'd ever had. It was more like an annoyance.

The room he was in was dark. A faint glow from on open doorway illuminated the edges of the furniture with a changing kaleidoscope of color. Though John couldn't hear the audio, he assumed there was a TV on in the adjoining room. He slowly recognized his surroundings as the hotel in Wells. He was lying on his stomach in bed. Someone must have redressed him, because he was in a pair of pajama pants from his bag and he could barely make out the shape of his clothes draped over one of the chairs by the window.

There was a bottle of pills on the bedside table. John picked it up and rotated it until he could see his fake name on the label. Vague, unclear memories of doctors leaning over him came to mind, but he wasn't entirely sure whether it was something he'd experienced or gleaned from someone else's head. The amber-colored bottle suggested it was an experience.

John set the pain pills next to the alarm clock and sat up. The throbbing in his head intensified with the change in positions, but faded quickly. As he became more alert, he caught a stream of thoughts coming from the neighboring room. He knew instantly that it was Hellboy. The demon was thinking about him and it made John flush. The hesitation Hellboy had been living behind was gone. John wasn't sure why and didn't really care.

John slid out of bed and padded to the door connecting their rooms, peering through the narrow opening. The demon was propped up on several pillows watching television. Since the screen was facing away from John, he couldn't tell what kind of show it was. Whatever it was, Hellboy was only giving it a fraction of his attention.

The blankets were pooled around the demon's feet, giving John an unobstructed view of Hellboy's tone body. John let his gaze wander up the demon's tight abs and linger on the broad chest that was lightly dusted with hair. He didn't need to see what was under the black boxers Hellboy was wearing, he remembered well enough.

Though Hellboy never took off his pants the first time they'd had sex, John wasn't surprised to see that his legs were just as well built as the rest of him. Even when the demon was at rest, there were deep lines of definition his thighs. The thick calf narrowed into a heel that looked a little like an animal hock and the end of Hellboy's feet were tipped with the curved points of cloven hooves instead of toes. John knew they were, but he was interested in exactly how his foot was shaped. It looked different without the makeshift shoes Hellboy wore.

The demon's keen senses kicked in and he realized he was being watched. He tensed slightly and sat up in bed, scanning the room for the source. His cover blown, John pushed open the adjoining door so Hellboy could see him.

"You think really loudly when you believe no one's listening," John said with a smile, leaning in the doorframe.

"You're awake." The statement was surprised.

"Yeah, well," John rubbed at his temple, "Somebody downstairs was having a nightmare about homicidal chutney."

"Seriously?"

"I think he's seen The Blob one too many times."

Hellboy grabbed the remote out of the mounds of bedspread and flipped the TV off, pitching the room into darkness. John stayed where he was until Hellboy got a lamp switched on. They studied each other from across the room, John sliding easily through Hellboy's thoughts and Hellboy reading his body language well enough to know what he wanted.

Instead of addressing it, Hellboy asked, "How's your head?"

"It's about how you'd expect it to be. Feels like somebody poured some broken glass in my ear and treated my skull like a martini shaker."

Hellboy threw his legs over the side of the bed, muttering, "You need to get some more sleep."

Before he could get up, John came over and wrapped his arms around the demon's neck. He kissed Hellboy fiercely, biting at his lips. Hellboy opened his mouth to the kiss. The deep grumble that rolled from the demon made John shudder pleasantly. He crawled into Hellboy's lap, letting his thighs slide around the demon's hips. The loose pants he was wearing bunched up around his knees, but he scarcely noticed because Hellboy's flesh hand was kneading his ass through the thin fabric.

Hellboy broke away from the kiss to mouth John's throat. As the wide, hot expanse of Hellboy's tongue slid along John's jugular, John let out a stuttered groan and closed his eyes. Aside from some uncoordinated fumbling with a drama student in high school, John hadn't been with anyone but Hellboy. He wasn't sure whether it was something the demon would want to know, or if it would make him feel guilty for what happened in the Fay courts. Either way, John didn't think that foreplay was an appropriate time to bring it up.

"You sure you want to jump straight into this?" Hellboy breathed against his ear, his voice a gruff rumble.

John slid his hands to the sides of Hellboy's face and touched his parted lips to Hellboy's mouth, pulling away before the demon could engage him properly, "You can take me on a date when we get back stateside."

Hellboy grinned, "Deal."

John sat back on Hellboy's legs and brushed his fingertips down the demon's chest. "I'm glad you changed your mind," he admitted, looking up at the demon shyly.

"Me too, but…" Hellboy hesitated.

John didn't have to read his thoughts to know what he was worried about, "My head is fine."

John could feel Hellboy's hardness growing beneath him, pressing into the back of John's thigh. It was endearing that he could be so aroused and still be willing to stop if John decided he needed to get some sleep. Though, John's own erection was tenting the front of his pants and there wasn't much of a chance of getting to sleep until he found some release. He let Hellboy draw him close, enjoying the deceivingly gentle caress of his stone hand across his back.

"You were bleeding out of your eyes earlier today, kiddo. I'd say that's not fine."

John's response was dry, but amused, "Oh Hellboy, your pillow talk is so sexy, don't stop."

He smiled at the demon's scowl, yelping when Hellboy pinched one of his ass cheeks. Laughing, John kissed Hellboy again. The demon's annoyance left John doing most of the work. When he couldn't coax Hellboy into opening his mouth, John sighed and set his forehead under Hellboy's horn stubs.

"I was kidding."

"I'm not," he wasn't angry, just worried.

Hellboy eyed him from their close proximity, his flesh hand working slowly over the muscle in John's butt. The memory of him collapsing surfaced and startled John. From the outside, he realized how alarming it had been. All he could remember was how much pain he'd been in, and that it had to stop. He'd reached out and pushed at the source as hard as he could and then he'd woken up in the other room. Since he was unconscious for the drive to the hospital, he'd missed Hellboy reaching over to check on him every few seconds.

John sobered and reassured him, "I really am okay." He brushed his lips over one of Hellboy's sharp cheekbones, "I'm sorry if I worried you."

"Don't be. You did what was necessary to survive."

John sat up straight, tensing in Hellboy's arms. They were words he'd heard before, words that came from the only doctor in the asylum he'd trusted enough to confide in. Hellboy's brows drew together at his reaction. Looking into the demon's eyes, John wondered if he'd still take him to bed if he knew the truth. He'd find out eventually. There was no way John could keep it from him forever and the longer it stayed buried, the worse it would be when it was uncovered. But John couldn't face bringing it up yet. Not yet.

John managed to cover his tension with a genuine realization, "I killed him, didn't I?"

"I don't want to say you'll get used to it, because you won't, but the first time is always the hardest. If you become a full-fledged agent, you'll have to pull your gun on another human being from time to time," Hellboy was trying to soothe him, but didn't realize that John was hanging on the words 'first time'.

John buried his face in the demon's neck, his body shaking as he choked back a sob.

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Hellboy shifted his arms up higher on the kid's back. He understood what John was going through. The first time he'd had to put bullets into a human, he'd spend half a day in a church. Eventually, his father had come to get him and they'd talked for hours about the evil of men and how they brought suffering to others through their actions. Trevor had quoted Edmund Burke, telling him that all that was necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing. The bureau was founded on the principle.

Knowing the mood was gone, Hellboy laid the kid back in the bed. Though he wasn't making any noise, tears slid down John's face. Hellboy wished he knew what to do to make it better, but he'd never been any good at comforting people. Really, he was lucky if he made it through the day without pissing anyone off. He settled on kissing the kid and pulling the blankets up around is shoulders.

"Get some sleep."

When Hellboy reached over to turn off the lamp, John suddenly grabbed his neck and yanked him down. Their teeth clicked together from the force of the kiss. Hellboy slid his tongue against John's, invading the kid's mouth. John's quiet sounds of desperation only served to fuel his returning arousal, but Hellboy wasn't sure why John's emotions had flipped. He tried to push the kid away. The more he tried to disentangle himself, the tighter John's grip got.

After a moment of struggling with each other, John finally let Hellboy pull back. The kid's breath was coming out hard and fast, his anguish still evident on his face. "Please, Hellboy. Please, just make it go away for a while," John pleaded.

Hellboy's chest tightened with John's need. He knew it wouldn't solve anything, that the kid would still have his regrets the following day, but he was loathe to deny him. Speaking wasn't necessary; he let John see his acceptance in his mind. The kid closed his eyes, a relieved whisper escaping his throat before Hellboy claimed his mouth again.

Hellboy jerked the blankets out from between them and shoved them off the side of the bed. Letting his flesh hand crawl down the back of John's pajama pants, Hellboy followed the band of elastic with his fingers and carefully pulled them off John's half-hard cock. John trembled under his hands as he stripped him. Without the cloud of Fay magic in his head, Hellboy could keep his need in check. He managed to get all of the kid's clothes off without tearing anything.

The kid pushed Hellboy's boxers down his legs, but Hellboy had to get out of bed to finish taking them off. Like before, John's eyes went to his erection as it was exposed. There wasn't the same apprehension, just hunger and desire that made Hellboy impossibly harder.

While John appraised him, Hellboy returned the attention. With the kid's naked body spread out in his bed, Hellboy had a hard time thinking of anything he'd ever wanted more. John had one hand tangled in the sheets above his head, his swollen lips partially open and wet from Hellboy's assault on them. His body was lean and breathtaking, but Hellboy tracked a number of scars on the pale flesh. There were a few scattered on his thighs, small circular scars that made Hellboy think of chicken pox scars… or cigarette burns. Almost as soon as Hellboy saw them, John started to draw the sheet across his legs.

Hellboy climbed over John, taking the sheet from him, "Don't, it's alright."

"They… They're…"

"They're just scars," Hellboy rumbled and sat back on his knees, drawing John upright.

The kid hooked his arms over Hellboy's shoulders and let him maneuver him so he was straddling Hellboy's thighs again. John nuzzled Hellboy's jaw, just beneath his ear. Hellboy groaned pleasantly at the touch.

They needed lube. John hadn't had much of a chance to get cleaned up, so there was probably still plenty of slick leftover from the first time, but Hellboy doubted that it would be enough. Gripping John's hips carefully with his right hand, Hellboy picked the kid up and carried him to the bathroom. John didn't seem to mind, or even notice. He wrapped his legs around Hellboy's waist and nibbled on the lobe of his ear. When John added teeth to the mix, Hellboy couldn't stop his growl. Surprised, John stopped and leaned back, giving Hellboy a wide-eyed look. Hellboy set the kid on the bathroom counter and pressed him against eth mirror with a consuming kiss.

Only once he was certain he'd invaded every corner of John's mouth did he break away. John leaned forward to chase his lips, blushing when he realized what he was doing and saw Hellboy's smug grin.

"Hold that thought," Hellboy laughed and grabbed the leather bag that was one of his few pieces of luggage.

He dumped it out on the cream-colored, Formica counter next to John's leg. His razor and toothbrush clattered into the sink, but he didn't bother to retrieve them. The only thing he was interested in was the small bottle of KY lube he kept for slow nights watching porn. He dropped the bottle in John's hand and scooped the kid off the counter.

Hellboy froze, his gaze stuck on the kid's back in the mirror. There were dozens of the circular scars clustered on his shoulders and back, mixed with other, longer scars. "Kid…" Hellboy didn't know what to ask, or if he even should.

"Don't, please. I'll tell you later," John whispered, rubbing his body against Hellboy's. "Please."

Hellboy faltered, standing half in the bathroom, half in the bedroom. The marks on the kid all looked old. He wanted to know, but it could wait.

They went back to bed, John pouring a lake of lubricant into his palm while Hellboy carried him. He met Hellboy's bright, yellow eyes as he smeared a liberal amount on his tail. Hellboy grinned. Very few of his sexual partners viewed his tail the same way he did. One girl he dated in seventy-three had outright banned him from even touching her with it while they had sex, which Hellboy thought was her loss because it was incredibly nimble. John might not have been so keen on it if he hadn't already had it inside him once.

Some of the excess lube ran down John's wrist and dripped onto Hellboy's thigh. Before he could lose the rest, John grabbed Hellboy's impressive erection and spread the lube around until the thick member was glistening.

"Turn around," Hellboy said softly, nudging John's hip with two fingers.

John turned, then bent forward to lay his head on the pillow, leaving his ass raised. Hellboy took a lungful of air through his teeth at the sight, the hiss of it a perfect accompaniment to John's staccato breathing.

He smoothed his hand over one of the boy's ass cheeks, smiling at the red mark his pinch had left behind. Smearing a little of the lube from his tail onto his fingers, Hellboy circled John's puckered entrance with the pad of his index finger. The kid shivered and his hole compulsively tightened.

Hellboy eased the first digit into him, leaning over John so he could murmur into his ear, "You've got to relax. There's no Fay magic to heal you when we're done and I don't want to hurt you."

"I'm trying," John gasped.

Reaching down with his stone hand, he pulled the kid onto all fours so his back ran along the curve of Hellboy's chest and abdomen. He worked John open slowly. It could've taken two minutes, or twenty, it didn't matter much to Hellboy. Only when John's interior muscles relented to him did he move on to using his tail.

He slicked the appendage in, feeling out the kid's sweet spot with the tip. It wasn't difficult to determine when he'd found it. John's head dropped to hang between his shoulders and a low, keening moan ripped from his throat. Hellboy's cock twitched in response. He twisted his tail against John's prostate, finding primal satisfaction in the way John shifted back to take him deeper.

Precome ran down Hellboy's cock to mingle with the lube. It ached fiercely and Hellboy wanted to let go and drive himself into John with abandon. It was only his rigid self-discipline that kept him from it. The kid was relaxing more, accepting the intrusion more easily than when they started. Hellboy scraped up what scattered patience he had left and stretched it so the kid would be ready when he entered him.

There was no more pain in the kid's voice, even when Hellboy curled his tail back on itself. John reached to grip Hellboy's bicep, his nails biting into his skin. His random movements to get more of Hellboy's tail had become a rhythm. He pushed back against each of Hellboy's thrusts, rubbing against his erection in the process. Hellboy growled and released his hold on John's chest so he could grab the kid's hips.

"No," John cried, nearly babbling, "More. Please, more. Hellboy…"

Hellboy's control snapped. He slid his tail clear of the kid's body, watching for a moment as the guardian ring of muscle slowly closed over the void he'd dedicated so much time to preparing. Lube trickled down the insides of John's thighs, the trail going nearly to his knees. Hellboy spread the kid's cheeks and took his cock in hand, lining it up with John's hole.

Something imbedded in the rational side of his brain urged him to say, "Just relax," even though the kid was begging for him to get inside him.

John's strangled cry of, "Wait," made Hellboy's heart stop.

His mind kick-started and he frantically wondered if he was going too fast or if he'd done something the kid didn't like.

"Wait," John said again, looking over his shoulder, "I want to face you."

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There was something very savage and primeval about the demon in bed. Aside from the flash of concern when John had asked for him to stop, the only thing John could get from him was baser instincts and desires. He didn't think that Hellboy was blocking him from his thoughts; it was what genuine lust did to Hellboy.

John had no basis for comparison, so he wasn't sure whether or not it was normal for a man. He'd initially assumed that the Fay magic had made him that way the first time, but he was fairly certain it wasn't the case this time. John reveled in the simplicity, letting it sweep away everything but his need for release. For a time anyway, he could let go of a few of the things weighing him down.

John rolled onto his back and spread his legs so Hellboy could settle between them. The demon lifted John's legs, positioning them with his knees hooked over Hellboy's elbows. Their eyes met as Hellboy planted his hands on the bed near John's shoulders and pressed the head of his cock against John's entrance. John nodded. The pain was overwhelming, but so was the pleasure. John arched his back as Hellboy worked into him. The demon's mouth went to his neck, sucking and biting and taking some of the edge off.

Hellboy didn't wait until he was buried fully inside John; he retreated and plunged in a little deeper with his return thrust. Each thrust brought him closer to being completely sheathed. The pain lessened with Hellboy's new tactic, leaving John gasping and clutching at the demon's shoulders. Once he was as deep as he could get, Hellboy started a more regular pace.

Anything that wasn't a pleasure of the flesh fled from John's mind. He screamed his lover's name, forgetting where and even when he was. Hellboy consumed every aspect of him, his body, his mouth, his mind. The demon's rhythm replaced John's heartbeat. John met Hellboy's thrusts without being conscious of it, his muscles reacting solely to Hellboy's command.

The thick head of Hellboy's cock scraped John's prostate with each movement in and out, making John's eyelids flutter wildly. Heat spread through John's body. He could already feel his release coming. His hand skidded across his stomach towards his erection, but Hellboy caught his wrist.

"Not yet," Hellboy rumbled.

A pathetic mewl that John barely recognized came from his mouth. He would've blushed if his body wasn't already so hot. Hellboy was like a furnace above him, burning him, claiming him. Sweat dripped down John's chest and across his forehead. His hair clung to his skin, getting in his eyes. It didn't bother John, but Hellboy released one of his legs and smoothed his bangs off his face. The demon slid his hand through John's hair to cup the back of his head.

Between gasps for breath, they're mouths touched and lingered. Hellboy's thrusts strengthened until he was pounding into John's small frame. The demon's emotions were powerful, crawling into John without him having to seek them out. It was obvious he was just as close to climax as John was, but was schooling his body to hold it at bay. As much as John admired Hellboy's control, John needed release. His body shook for it.

John clawed at Hellboy's sweat-slicked back, whimpering, "Hellboy, oh god! I- I…"

Understanding flit through the demon's mind, but he didn't reach for John's erection. When John went for it himself, Hellboy stopped him again. John twisted his hand in Hellboy's grasp and pressed his stomach against the demon, trying to get any stimulation he could.

Hellboy's voice rolled over John's ear as a rush of affection hit him, "Come for me, baby."

Unable to resist, John did as he was told, spilling ribbons of semen between them. After a few more thrusts, Hellboy followed him. His release was scorching, his roar lasting through his climax. As the euphoria faded, John studied Hellboy's face. Hellboy leaned down to press his lips to the corner of John's mouth and John shifted his arms up around the demon's neck. He brushed his cheek against Hellboy's rough stubble.

When Hellboy pulled out of him, John couldn't hide his wince. Cum spilled out of him. John touched the mess on his stomach and rubbed it between two fingers. Sticking his tongue out, John dropped his head into the pillows.

"What a mess," John laughed weakly.

Hellboy got up and went to the bathroom. He came back a moment later with a wet towel. Gently, the demon cleaned John up. Hellboy's lips found John's ear and neck as he swiped the cool cloth over his genitals. After he's cleaned him, Hellboy tossed the towel to the floor and curled around John. Even as John drifted, he wondered if the demon would have the same fondness for him when all his secrets surfaced.

For the time being, John settled into the curve of Hellboy's body and dropped into a dreamless sleep.

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TBC…

Le gasp! Again with the really long sex scene. I have no idea how they've been coming out this long. I used to have a hard time getting two pages out of a scene, but now they're short if they're four!
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Living Stone	By : AceMaxwell Category: G through L > Hellboy Views: 4868 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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