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Title: Pamcake Specialty

Fandom: Hellboy

Pairing: Hellboy/John Myers

Author: Strifechaos

Written For: gryvon

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Myers gets his demon with the help of a few of the B.P.R.D.�s
�freaks�.

Spoilers: If you haven�t seen the movie, then you wouldn�t know who John was
anyways.

Answer for Hellboy�s ever burning question: �What landed you this job, pushing
"pamcakes"?� *grins*

Disclaimer: If I owned Hellboy do you really think I would have let him and Liz
be all smoochy in the movie?

Website: n/a

~*~

Myers jumped behind a desk as the first ball of sludge was tossed his way. The
second time he wasn�t so lucky, and his shirt got covered in slime. Cursing his
lack of agility, John rolled out of the way just as the slime demon came
rumbling past for a deathblow. It let out a battle cry and circled around for
another go. By now Hellboy was waiting and pumped it full of bullets with the
Samaritan. Slime flew every which way, over all it wasn�t a pretty sight and
there was no way that John was staying in this shirt any longer than he
absolutely had to be, which in his opinion meant the back of the B.P.R.D. truck
would have to do.

�Don�t just stand there looking pretty Myers, call it in.�

Sending a glare towards Hellboy he radioed in that the demon had been taken
care of and trudged back towards the garbage truck. Abe showed him a
disapproving look.

�What?� Hellboy asked defensively, sure that the amphibian humanoid didn�t
know. Not that he couldn�t know, just that Abe had more respect and
self-control over his �frontal lobe� activity than Hellboy was sure he�d have
if their situations were reversed.

Abe just shook his head, adding over the radio that a clean up team should be
sent in as well.

Hellboy shrugged his shoulders; some people were just so moody. Holstering his
gun, he followed Abe�s lead to the truck. The sooner they were back to the
B.P.R.D. the better.

By then Abe and John had already stashed away their weapons, and were sitting
across from one another on the bench, chatting about some book on a new occult
group or pixie dust, Red didn�t even try to keep up with their mounting
conversation. Since father�s passing, the younger agent had taken to flipping
the pages for the amphibian man; John would occasionally read and discuss some
of the tomes when his paperwork required a bit more research. The demon just
rolled his eyes at the bookworms, and sat down, utterly exhausted by the
mission. Not that he�d admit it to Myers. The agent was like a puppy with a
never ending supply of energy, Hellboy could recall all too clearly how he�d
been swiped by a car while trying to cross on coming traffic on their first
mission. Fifteen minutes later he�d sworn he was all right, and ready to carry
on. Hellboy shook his head in exhaustion; Myers was probably a morning person
as well. He always seemed overly cheery when he brought in Red�s pamcakes.

~*~

It wasn�t until they were almost back to the headquarters that it hit Red,
something in the truck smelt. His tail whipped about in agitation, Hellboy
didn�t have a more than �normal� sense of smell, but he did have a nose, and
right now something was making his eyes water. Eyeballing the human next to
him, the large red demon leaned over and took a whiff of air.

�And the characterization of the protagion...are you smelling me?� John broke
off mid sentence, looking oddly at Hellboy. Which was saying something as of
late John hadn�t been all the easy to weird out. Not with the constant
bombardment of supernatural activity in the district.

Hellboy, now that he was caught wasn�t about to admit to feeling embarrassed.
�You reek Myers, what�d you do, roll in that slime before you got in here?�

A line of heat appeared on John�s cheekbones, which amused Hellboy to no end.
Myers� easily flustered nature had proved to be such a form of entertainment
that the demon wasn�t sure how he lived without for so long. Making the human�s
high cheekbones fill with color had become one of Hellboy�s favorite past times
in the last few months; which he did by bringing up all manner of subjects. Liz
would giggle and Abe would just shake his head knowingly. And John would turn a
bright cherry red, stare at the ground as if it would open up and swallow him
on almost all of these occasions.

John just took his shirt off and flung it in Hellboy�s direction, a scowl
plastered over his pretty face. Hellboy blinked, pretty? Why the hell did he
keep calling Myers pretty? As he questioned his sanity he took a closer
examination of the agent. Without the shirt Myers was surprisingly fit. More
fit then he�d of given the boy scout credit for, the play of muscles entrancing
him for a while.

Myers was telling Abe about a hunting trip with his uncle, waving his hands
about to animate whatever it was he was saying. As Red looked closer to the
man�s face his eyes were drawn to his lips. The demon was snapped of his
John-induced daze though by a highly amused voice. Thankfully it wasn�t John,
though H.B. wasn�t sure how grateful he should be considering it was Blue.

�Hellboy?� Golden eyes jerked up guiltily, he looked over towards a smirking
Abe Sapiens. �Find something of interest?�

~*~

On Hellboy�s way to the security area to locate Liz to pump her for information
about a certain shorthaired brunette, the red demon had a run in with Abe. Who
stood in the door jam of the security room, refusing to budge and allow Hellboy
to invade people�s privacy. Hellboy hadn�t wanted to listen to the fish man but
unless he physically removed Abe, which was surprisingly more difficult than he
would have given the humanoid credit for, there was no way the demon was
getting past him.

He�d scowled for a few minutes before an idea hit him, his face lighting up.
Abe looked on warily, he really shouldn�t have listened to Liz. Hellboy leapt
forward, and wrapped his arms around Abe, peering over his shoulder at the
screens.

�These are all of Myers. . . why?� Hellboy sounded unsure, puzzled as to why
Abe would have F.B.I. Special Agent John Myers on screen. Myers was a nice
piece of eye candy, but his friend did not peruse relationships, let alone with
someone who wasn�t considered a �freak�.

Red wasn�t positive why, but he didn�t like the idea of Abe spying on his
agent. It seemed wrong.

�Which is rich coming from someone who was just about to use the same security
system to spy on a certain brunette.� Snarked the usually passive merman.

Hellboy scowled, flustered by the accuracy Abe always used when dealing with
him. His tail whipped back and forth in agitation. There wasn�t any way out of
that, not without admitting several things he�d rather not. Getting away from
this topic seemed like his best bet, and he tried to spring the conversation in
another direction. Any direction, as long as it wasn�t focused on a certain
brunette.

�Why you lookin� at Myers?� He peered at the fish man, golden eyes narrowing.

As his personal space was invaded once more by the red demon, Abe attempted to
formulate a response. The chance to pin it all on Liz was quickly going down
the drain but he knew without a doubt in his heart that he couldn�t abandon
her. No matter how badly their plan may go; and with Hellboy things could
always go badly.

�That is not the correct question, Hellboy.� Shaking his head as if the demon
was missing something huge, he continued. �Why should it bother you that I�m
viewing security videos of our young agent?�

A snappy reply was on the tip of Hellboy�s tongue before his hearing picked up
a voice on the main security camera.

~*~

�I think you should tell him John.� Liz implored, grabbing a hold of the F.B.I
Agent she latched onto his arm. John looked uncomfortable, whether that was due
to the women on his arm or the situation in general, it was hard to tell.

�I�m sure he�ll understand, you�ve just got to explain it to him.� John didn�t
seem confident in her advice, if the unsure look on his face was anything to go
by, but then he grinned at the fire starter. Liz quirked an eyebrow and then
brought her camera up. A flush filled his cheeks and the agent�s eyes shot to
the floor in embarrassment.

�John! This is for my collection, now look up like a good boy.�

His face remained tilted down, but his eyes shot up towards the camera. Liz
quickly clicked the button; amazed that someone in John�s position was capable
of pulling off such a convincing puppy dog look. She felt an involuntary grin
spread over her face. John Myers was different. What exactly set him apart she
wasn�t sure yet, but she had an inkling or two.

A second and flash later, Hellboy realized she�d taken another picture of
Myers. The wide grin wasn�t still plastered across his face, but his cheeks had
remained filled with color when Liz had gone to take the second picture.

~*~

�She took his picture, again?� grumped Hellboy, why would she open up to the
newbie? He should have chucked a bigger rock. It wasn�t until Abe placed a
webbed hand on his arm that he realized he�d been clenching his hand into a
fist.

�John and Liz have become close friends in the short time that they�ve known
one another.� He looked rueful at being the one to tell Hellboy this, letting
the �again� slide by this time. He was curious as to what Hellboy was
referencing, until he recalled John and Elizabeth�s first outing. She�d been so
excited to be able to walk around like a normal person, so eager to be free of
the restraints the Bureau normally required of her. Besides if she got to hit
on Red�s newest agent before he did, well it�d only make him try harder, and
Hellboy wooing someone wasn�t something she wanted to miss.

H.B.�s brow scrunched up, friends? He didn�t like the idea of the two of them
getting too chummy together. Liz was like a little sister he�d never gotten and
John, well he was just plain off limits.

�I�ll see about that.�

Without a backward glance the demon stomped off down the hallway. Blue sighed,
�It seems young Myers is about to bring much change around here.�

~*~

It was only when John had gotten up to put their mugs into the sink that he saw
how late it had gotten. His eyes widened comically, �Whoa, I�m sorry Liz, but I
should really be heading back to my quarters.� John looked apologetically at
her. She nodded, standing up to show him out.

�Thanks again for keeping me company John.�

He grinned. �It was no problem. We�re friends, right Liz?� at her nod he
continued. �Well what type of friend would I be if I never stopped by just to
hang out?�

To say she was shocked was an understatement; it�d been so long since she�d had
a friend. Not someone she�d grown up with, like Abe or Hellboy. Just a normal
completely unsupernatural person. People didn�t like to stick around when
they�d likely be burned to ashes. �Are you sure?�

He put his hand on her shoulder. �Of course. I�ll see you tomorrow.� John said
and ducked out the doorway, sneaking down the hall like a teenager caught out
after curfew. Liz barely held in a chuckle at his actions.

It wasn�t until he cleared his throat that Liz realized Hellboy had been
watching as well.

�We need to talk.�

She tried not to jump when she heard his deep voice. Turning towards him Liz
raised an eyebrow. �Is that so? What about? And why so late, I was just
entertaining company...�

�Listen I don�t want you hanging around Myers. Okay? Good, great. I�m glad
that�s solved.�

Elizabeth had never felt so enraged. When Hellboy looked down to her he
realized his mistake. Too late for him to take it back.

�How dare you think you can tell me who I can spend my time with?� Her fist
became enclosed in flames. �If I want to spend every waking moment with John
Myers then I will, if I want to become attached to the hip with him then that�s
what I�ll do, Hellboy.�

Without waiting for a reply from the large demon she spun on her heel and
slammed her door shut.

Hellboy stood there, thunderstruck. He hadn�t been expecting that. At all. Why
was Liz being so difficult? He didn�t want her around Myers, that wasn�t
something hard to do, and he�d prove it.

For the next three days he steadily ignored and avoided the lithe agent.

~*~

Liz stood moodily in the food line, her tray balanced on one hand. What they
served at the B.P.R.D.�s mess hall could hardly be considered food. As she
scanned the tables she saw John sitting by himself, playing with his red jello,
rolling her eyes she took her tray over and sat across from the dejected agent.

�So what�s he done now?� She grinned when he jumped, looking shocked that
someone had joined him.

�Him? Him who?� He fidgeted with his food some more, as if this would draw
attention away from his bad cover up.

�H.B., what�d he do this time?�

John didn�t answer right away, and that worried the fire starter. John liked to
talk, not about himself she�d learned but just about anything else. He�d go
into stories about training in Quantico or talk about an article he�d read in
the paper the week before, sometimes she could even weasel a tale about his
childhood with his uncle, out of him. But he was always willing to talk, given
the opportunity. A silent agent wasn�t a good sign. Her money would be that
Hellboy had said or done something that he had thought John would understand
was teasing. Only John hadn�t understood it as teasing, she�d have to have a
talk with the big red lout after this.

�He hasn�t done anything...� he swirled his jello around, peeping up at the
woman across from him. �It�s more what he�s not doing.� John ducked his head
down again, concentrating on his bowl as if it suddenly became a wormhole to
another galaxy. �He�s been avoiding me for the past couple days, and I just
don�t know what I�ve done wrong to make him mad this time.�

Liz�s mouth formed a small �o� in understanding. So Hellboy hadn�t hit on his
newest liaison yet. Which was a first, typically he�d do so within the first
week to feel out how much weirdness they could handle him dishing out. She
could clearly recall Agent Clay telling him that his �pipes were working just
fine, but thanks for the offer.� Liz didn�t understand what had stopped Red
from getting a few laughs out of John by flirting with him. Though with the
whole Russian episode, she could understand how he could get sidetracked.
Still, it�d been months since then. Unless of course he was worried about being
rejected by John. As an idea came to her, the fire starter grinned wickedly.

She peered down at her plate, trying to sound convincing.

�I have a friend who�s been thinking about joining the B.P.R.D.�

John looked up interested. �Is there anything I can do to help?�

�You wouldn�t mind giving him a tour of the place for me would you John?� She
asked as sweetly as she could. It stood to reason that if he was a friend of
hers then she ought to be giving the tour. The speculative look that Myers shot
her showed that he�d caught on to that point as well. �I�d do it myself of
course but I�ve a check up with the CMO tomorrow.�

�Oh, well of course.� He�d turned a bright red at the mention of the CMO,
perhaps remembering his own run in with the chief medical officer.

She clapped her hands together, �Great, thanks John. I�m sure Jordan will be
just the thing to solve your problem.�

~*~

Hellboy held back a growl. That greasy friend of Liz�s had been hanging off of
Myers all day, and being a good little tour guide he�d taken it in stride. At
first Red hadn�t let it bother him. Really. That was until Jordan had wanted to
test out the B.P.R.D. aquatic�s center. I.E. he wanted to ogle John in just his
shorts. And where had Myers gotten those anyways? Victoria Secrets? He�d seen
more cloth in a sheet of toilet paper. Myers hadn�t even put up a fight about
it, just flushed brightly and agreed to go for a swim. The demon had barely
been able to hold himself back from barreling in there and yanking the two
apart. Jordan was worse than Liz. She, at the very least, had the decency not
to attempt to molest Myers right in front of everybody.

�Like he couldn�t put his own damn coat on, pft.� Cats scattered around
Hellboy, wary of their master�s rage. He�s just stepped on a tail, setting a
calico hurtling under the nearest desk, when his door slid open. Golden eyes
narrowed at the sight before him. John was frowning, decked out in a tight
black t-shirt and low slung jeans that rested precariously on his hips.

�I...I came by to see if there was anything I could help with.�

�Jungle Fever hurtled under the desk, why don�t you work your boyscout magic on
her?� Red said, crossing his arms across his chest as his tail curled in
interest. He�d never seen Myers in anything but his work clothes. The appealing
sight before him was tantalizing, and the sudden change made him wonder why
Myers had a sudden fashion switch.

�What�s with the new uniform?� His eyes dilated when he turned around to see
John bent over, looking for the cat. �It�s not a uniform. Liz asked me to show
her friend around is all.�

Hellboy scoffed, �So you decided to act like an animal in heat?� Hellboy
regretted it the moment it came out of his mouth, instead of flushing like John
was like to do, or even just losing his mind and punching the large demon like
some might have, John simply froze. Hurt filling his big brown eyes.

�Shit!� Red muttered, reaching out for the agent Hellboy tried to grab a hold
of him but John just ducked out of the way with surprisingly good reflexes.
H.B. hadn�t even known the man had been that flexible. It was very promising.
When he finally grabbed a hold of the man he didn�t know how to start to fix
what had just happened.

Hell, Red wasn�t sure he even wanted to understand why it was bothering him
that Liz and Jordan were paying attention to the agent. If it had just been Liz
he could pass it off as an older brother tendency, protecting a sister from
some asshole who was just after an easy lay. But it wasn�t just Liz, and John
Myers was hardly an asshole, let alone one after a quick roll in the hay. He
tried to tell himself that Jordan hitting on Myers bothered him because the
greaseball didn�t understand the meaning of the word �no�, and if anything were
to happen to the agent he would hold himself personally responsible; after all
Father had placed him in his care. Whatever his intentions might have been with
selecting Agent Myers, Hellboy was positive it wasn�t so he could be his own
personal fuck toy. Although, now that he�d thought about it, he had to admit,
the idea of John Myers as a willing and eager sex slave had its own appeal.
Shaking his head to clear the fog, he focused on the situation at hand.
Currently he wasn�t in a position to proposition the agent, let alone chain him
to his bed. First things first, he had to apologize, and then he could woo the
agent.

�I, I uh didn�t mean for it to come out like that John.� John became less
tense, but wasn�t anywhere near relaxed. Hellboy grit his teeth, like father
often said, anything worth doing...

�I was just concerned � Red winced, he sounded like a whiney made for
television movie, �about you shacking up with this friend of Liz�s.�

�That�s all you were worried about?� Myers asked suspiciously, eyebrow cocked
in disbelief. His hands were crossed over his chest, and his foot was tapping
on the floor like he was a schoolteacher waiting for a particularly naughty
student to admit he�d thrown a spitball.

Hellboy stared at his feet, tail twisting frantically about until John stepped
closer and wrapped a hand around it. Red stilled, shocked eyes meeting warm
brown ones. �No.� He looked into John�s eyes, finally meeting his gaze. �I
didn�t want you to go off and fall for his stupid charms.�

John just smiled, �He�d have a hard time, as my interests already lie
elsewhere.�

Red perked up, �Elsewhere?�

�You know, if you weren�t so handsome you wouldn�t get away with half the stuff
you pull.� John laughed, his cheekbones filling with color and H.B. sensing that
he was being forgiven leaned in, tipping John�s head up and brushing his lips
against John�s.

John jerked back, and Hellboy feared he�d moved too fast. Or made a mistake,
maybe John hadn�t meant him when he said his interests lay elsewhere. Then,
slowly, John moved, kissing Hellboy briefly, but tenderly. It was then that Red
came to a conclusion.

John Myers had a nice mouth.

A really nice mouth. Pleasant to look at, what with the way they were all curvy
and pretty in a way that guy�s mouth really shouldn�t be. Of course, Hellboy
figured, John was a lot of things that he shouldn�t be, but at the moment he
couldn�t find himself to see this as negative. Especially as John�s lips were
nicer to touch than they were to look at, and Red found that his own touching
Myers�, pressing into their softness, was far more arousing; and hearing the
not-whimpering sounds that the agent made in the back of his throat was enough
to drive any demon insane with lust. He drew back slightly.

John slowly closed the distance, returned the gesture with light kisses, lips
meeting for a few seconds before pulling back and then repeating the process
all over. He kept touching Hellboy, as if to reassure himself that it was
actually happening. A pale hand sneaking past his jacket and under his shirt,
mapping out the strong muscles underneath.

After a few minutes of his ministrations, Red arched towards him, his mouth
opening as John�s tongue brushed against his own. When his hips shifted closer,
Red barely held back a moan.

Red broke away for a second, breathing heavily and leaning his forehead against
John�s. It was intense. He looked into the dark brown eyes, looking for a hint
of regret or fear. What he found surprised and pleased him, and Hellboy grinned
brightly as he leaned in to press a kiss to John�s lips, sucking and teasing
them as his left hand to do some exploration of its own. As he slowly slipped
his tongue inside, Hellboy moved his hand to John�s hair, carding through the
silky strands.

With a deft flick of his wrist John�s hand came in contact with a surprisingly
sensitive nipple and Red groaned loudly as he felt his cock twitch in response.
Red finally pulled his hand away from John�s hair, pushing the agent back
towards his bed. He fell with a bounce, cats fleeing their napping spots in a
hurry. Hellboy leaned in close to the other man, his breathing heavy. Slowly he
traced one of Myers� hipbones that were jutting from the top of his jeans.
Pushing the black t-shirt up with his right hand, and efficiently pinning the agent,
Hellboy leaned in closer. Lapping at the strip of pale flesh he�d revealed,
hardening at the squirms and moans he extracted. Purposefully ignoring the
bulge in the crotch of the jeans, H.B. yanked the shirt off John. He straddled
his hips as he dipped his head in to taste a nipple, and got more than he
bargained for as John nearly bucked him right back off.

�Sensitive spot hmmm?� Hellboy chuckled. John merely groaned in response,
having lost his vocal abilities a while ago. The brunette leaned up on his
elbows, kissing Red with all the passion and feeling he could muster. When they
broke apart, Hellboy was panting, and John was flushed from the long kiss, eyes
glazed.

John looked up at him, eyes wide and begging. �Now?�

That one word nearly drove Hellboy to the brink.

Red reached into the nightstand near his bed, digging around before he found
what he was looking for. John, less patient than the red demon, bucked upwards,
hips grinding pleasantly. Hellboy moaned, relishing the pleasure that shot through
him.

�Dammit Myers, if you don�t stop that we�ll be finished before we�ve started.�
Hellboy whispered, pulling away to stop him from ending things prematurely, a
fond look in his golden eyes. The agent blinked, an innocent look on his face
as if he didn�t have his hand down a demon�s leather pants.

Smirking Hellboy grabbed John�s length and began stroking it, up and down. A
slow and steady pace that had him thrusting back, needing more friction.

He continued to rummage through the nightstand with his other hand.

�Heeellbooooy.� John whined, a feeling that he�d explode if he didn�t orgasm in
the next three seconds, and not in the fun way he wanted either. A triumphant
�aha!� was all that saved him from deciding to complete the job on his own.
Hellboy placed his prize on the bed, concentrating on ridding the brunette of
the rest of his clothing.

Slowly peeling back the zipper, he licked his lips as the main prize was
revealed. Tugging the pants off with John�s boxers, along with their socks,
because really how tacky was it when people had sex and left their socks on?!
Hellboy peered up at Myers� erection, standing tall in a nest of curls.

�Please, now.� John whimpered, spreading his legs further. When he picked up
the lube, his hands were shaking; he took a deep breath to steady himself, and
applied some of the lubricant to his fingers. As the demon prepared his lover,
he kissed his way down John�s neck, paying particular attention to his pulse.
Making sure to leave a dark hickey so that there would be no mistake that
F.B.I. Special Agent John T. (Thaddeus) Myers was off the market, for good if a
certain demon had anything to do with it. Hellboy twitched with John�s needy
moans. Positioning the agent so that he�d be comfortable, Hellboy slicked up his
member. He wanted so badly to be incased in the man�s snug warmth, that he had
to grit his teeth to stop from letting go and just fucking him until they were
both senseless and begging for mercy.

Slowly, as not to cause John undue pain, Hellboy breached the tight ring of
muscles. When he was fully seated within the other man he stopped, giving him
time to get use to the intrusion. Sweat pulled on his forehead as Hellboy
stopped himself from just slamming into the deliciously tight warmth. Finally
John began moving his hips. �More.� Hellboy apparently wasn�t responding fast
enough because John thrust down on his length himself, incasing Hellboy once
again within the agent. He groaned, before repeating the action. Wrapping his
tail around John�s leaking member, he began to stroke it in time with their
pace. John bucked wildly before falling in with Hellboy�s thrusts, timing it
just right.

Within a few thrusts, Hellboy found John�s prostate, causing the agent to howl,
his back arching off the bed. The speed picked up, their movements becoming
more desperate.

His other hand easily restrained John�s undulating hips from moving too fast in
his grip. Hellboy�s hips moved faster to John�s babbling pleasure, as he wasn�t
sure what words were coming from his lips. He blamed it on his brain having
short-circuited, he knew someone was making deep moaning shouts, but as his
attention was focused on the large demon that was pounding into him, he
couldn�t be bothered to figure out the origins of the sounds. The pace suddenly
increased, and John tossed any sense of control he�d had out the window,
instead allowing for the hot, crushing tide of pleasure that had overwhelmingly
swept him up to take over. Hellboy devouring his mouth muffled John�s shout of
release, as he continued to move in and out of Myers� quivering body. Only a
few thrusts later he joined John in his orgasmic relief, shooting his seed deep
within John.

Easing his spent member out of John, Hellboy tucked the smaller man to his
side, throwing a protective arm around his hips. Making sure his human was
comfortable, Hellboy relaxed, a self-satisfied smirk gracing his features
before he surrendered to the lull of Myers� heartbeat.

The last crazed thought that crossed the demon�s mind before he fell asleep was
that perhaps this was John�s area of specialty. How that got him a job pushing
pamcakes...that was anybody�s best guess, but as long as it was an exclusive
service, Hellboy couldn�t find it within himself to mind all that much.
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