Short Shorts

Writer: Sabaku No Kel

Fandom: Hellboy

Pairing: Hellboy x John Myers

Title: Blind part 3

Words: 2613

Rating: Overall rating M (This chapter T for mild language)

Warning: none

Disclaimer: I don't own Hellboy or it's characters and do not make any money out of writing this.

AN1: Hello lovelies! Yet another part of Blind (which yeah, the title is sort of foreboding but you'll find out about that later) and though I promised to get this part to you all earlier I sort of failed cause I slept for 18 hours straight past Saturday/Sunday. I would also like to point out that this is still not the last part though I hope to have it finished by next week. Also the one with Anung un Rama is below this one so don't forget to read that one as well! Bye!

000 Blind pt 3. 000

When John woke up to the steady, even sound of something beeping in the distance he promptly wanted to go back to sleep. His entire body was sore and when he tried to move he found his limbs to be so heavy he could do little more than make his fingers twitch. Even his eyelids stubbornly refused to listen to him and that was saying something as they usually opened automatically the second his alarm clock went off. Strangely enough the steady blip, blip, blip that had woken him didn't sound like his alarm clock at all though and, now that he thought about it, the covers of the bed he was lying in didn't feel like his own either.

It only took the agent a second to connect the dots and figure out that he was not, as he had previously thought, in his own bed being awoken by his own alarm clock. Instead, he had no idea where he was.

Knowing the last thing he wanted to do was panic though John tried to recall the last thing he could remember. Sadly that wasn't much help as his memory was full of blurred pictures of bubbling beakers and an old dripping ceiling. Still no reason to panic though, he would just have to figure out where he was without the help of his memory. The only way he was going to do that though was to actually get up and take a look around, that was sort of made impossible when one couldn't move though.

Focusing on getting his body to listen to him John tried again and again to move, making very little progress. After mere minutes of trying he was bone tired and the only thing he had gotten to move were his fingers and toes. John was determined not to give up though so, despite his growing fatigue, the agent kept trying to force his body into response.

Right in the middle of said attempt at moving John suddenly heard a door open a couple of feet from where he was lying, followed by the tap, tap of someone walking into the room and closing the door behind them again. He tried to turn his head in the direction of the sound but couldn't get it to move further than half an inch. Annoyed with his body's disobedience the agent let out a sound of frustration, or at least something that resembled it as the groan he had been going for died in his dry throat with a small squeak. The half formed sound was enough to catch the attention of whoever had just walked into the room though as the even sound of shoes tapping on the floor suddenly stopped.

"John?" A voice called out to him and, recognizing the voice as that of his charge, John tried in some way to respond. Again his body refused to listen to him though, not allowing for him to raise himself up and out of the bed, hell it wouldn't even allow him to sit up! The sound of footsteps resumed, although a lot more hurried this time, as he felt Hellboy's presence by his side in seconds. Hands, one stone and one flesh, clamped down around his own and his finger's twitched in the grip.

"I can't believe you're awake." The demon said with such relief and surprise in his voice that John wondered what had happened to make the demon think it surprising for him to wake up. There were so many things the agent wanted to ask now that he knew he was somewhere familiar (he had to at least be back at the BPRD otherwise Hellboy wouldn't be there right now) but his throat was sore and dry, not allowing for a single word to pass through it as more than a squeak.

Most likely noticing his desire to speak, and his inability to do so, one of the demon's hands suddenly left his as he said; "You must be thirsty, here drink this." A glass was than set to his lips and John drank from it carefully, the water an instant relief to his parched throat.

"Thanks." John whispered once the glass was empty, his throat still a bit sore. Hellboy removed the glass but within a second another one took its place.

"How do you feel, kid?" The demon asked once he'd drained the second glass of water, his throat feeling a bit better.

"Like I got run over by a steamroller." John admitted, trying to make it sound like a joke though he couldn't quite manage to squeeze the amusement in his voice to make it work. Hellboy made a sound of agreement.

"Well, considering the circumstances I'd say it could be worse." His charge said and that would have been the moment that, if the agent could actually see it, Hellboy would have shrugged. The movement never came though as the hands cupping his own remained still, something that, with the demon's stature, was almost impossible to achieve as whenever his charge would move even in the slightest bit his entire body would show it in some way, like a wave moving through him. That, coupled with the demon's words, had him instantly worried.

"What circumstances?" John asked, a small part of him afraid to know the answer. He ignored that part of himself though as he busied himself with attempting to sit up, something telling him that he wanted to be up (or at least partially up) for this. He struggled with the weight of his body though, his arms twitching as he tried to lift himself when suddenly the weight was lifted for him as he was, gently, helped up by his charge. He realized the demon was stalling by helping him, stone hand supporting his ribs as the pillow he was lying on was settled between his back and the headboard of the bed by the other, but he couldn't really muster up the will to care. There was a dull throbbing behind his eyes now that he was up but John just wrote that off to having lied down for too long, turning in what he thought was Hellboy's direction as he waited for the demon to start talking.

There was a second of silence and then a sigh. "There… was an explosion." The demon started, a weight to his voice like he was forced to re-call and re-tell something horribly traumatizing. "After you shot that Nazi bastard in the head his automatic crossbow went off on its own. One of the arrows hit a beaker of nitroglycerine and you were hit by a blast of glass shards." Hellboy explained, hands tightening around the agent's own just a bit, like he was reassuring himself that his liaison was still there.

"I managed to get you back to the truck where one of the guys helped me get you stabilized but by the time we made it back to base I wasn't sure if you were going to make it or not." The demon paused, inhaling and exhaling deeply, and John wished he knew what that meant but before he could even try to figure it out Hellboy continued.

"Abe had to perform surgery on you for hours but it wasn't until almost an entire day later that you were no longer jumping the border between life and death." His charge finished and John was sure that if he could actually open his eyes they would be blown wide open, bits and pieces of their mission slowly coming back to him. He remembered the Nazi with the robot arm firing at them and he remembered killing him, after that everything had gone so quickly. The crossbow going out of control, that large explosion, the overwhelming pain (he especially remembered the pain) in his chest and behind his eyes.

John froze.

His eyes! He'd been so pre-occupied with other things that he'd completely forgotten about his eyes as strange as that sounded. Trying to open them and finding that he couldn't John tried again but it was like there was no feeling in the general area of his face where his eyes were, like part of his brain had been numbed down.

John started to panic. "Red, why can't I open my eyes?" He asked, hoping, needing to be reassured that everything was fine and that he was just being paranoid. When all he was met with was silence though John felt the cold tendrils of dread creep up his spine.

"There was a lot of damage." Hellboy said so softly that John almost didn't hear him speak, but he did still hear it and for that he cursed his ears.

The demon told him everything he knew about the injuries he had sustained though he would have to talk to Abe about it later since, as both a doctor and a psychic, he would be able to answer any questions the agent might have. Not that he had any, he was still in too much shock to fully process the reality of the situation.

According to Hellboy there had been so much shrapnel in and around his eyes that he had been blinded and though the demon stressed the fact that even Abe had said there was a chance it was only temporarily John had pretty much convinced himself that his charge was just saying that to make him feel better and not because it was the truth.

With his head down John whispered; "Red, would you mind? I need a moment alone to think." His voice cracked a bit at the end, the first sign of the floodgates threatening to burst. Hellboy understood though and as John heard the scrape of the chair the demon had been sitting in across the floor he tightened his fists in the fabric of the blanket, the demon's hands squeezing his own real quickly before letting go.

"I understand, kid. Just… try not to let this thing get you down." Hellboy said and John just didn't have the heart to tell his charge he was already as down as he could get as he felt the demon leave his side. There was the same tap, tap, tap as before followed by the door quickly being opened and then closed again, utter silence following.

It was only a second later that tears seeped from John's broken eyes, the salt burning at his wounds as he sobbed to himself.

- Intermission -

Some time after his mental break-down John had shuffled his way back into a laying position, eventually falling back into a dreamless sleep. He wasn't sure for how long he'd slept but when he woke up again and all remained dark he knew that his conversation with Hellboy and everything that had led up to said conversation hadn't been a bad after-mission scares induced nightmare.

He was blind.

Possibly for good.

There was so much weight behind those few little words, so many repercussions this sort of thing was going to have on his life. His work, his home life, everything was going to change. He had no idea if the BPRD would even keep him under employment now that he would no longer be able to do the basic things expected of an agent like go on simple field missions or fill in paperwork. Then again, he also had no idea what happened to agents that left the BPRD (he hadn't heard of it ever happening before) but they couldn't simply let him walk out of here either since he had all sorts of valuable, not to mention confidential and highly secret, information.

Not that he wanted for them to kick him to the curb, without his job he had nothing, after all. This job paid the bills, all his friends worked for the BPRD and not to mention the fact that his relationship with Hellboy would only be able to survive if they actually got to talk and be with one another, something that was practically impossible outside of BPRD authorization.

So many thoughts and worries and questions without answers jumped back and forth in his mind that he almost didn't notice the other person that had silently crept into his room until his nose caught the scent of fresh water and algae.

"Abe? Is that you?" He called out, turning his head from side to side in the hopes of catching a sound. The Icthyo Sapien's thread was almost inaudible, the exact opposite of Hellboy's, but he managed to catch the smallest hint of the tap he'd learned to connect to the sound of footfalls.

"Indeed it is." Abe's smooth, even voice rang out, confirming his suspicions. "I see your other senses are already growing sharper." The fishman pointed out and John shrugged half-heartedly as he forced himself back into an upright position.

"I guess." John said as he sat up, head turned to the sound of Abe's voice. "Though if you ask me you just have a very distinguished air about you." He smiled, just a small twitch of the lips but it was better than nothing.

"Hellboy says I smell like his catfood." Abe drawled and John's smile grew.

"Like he would know, he's not the one feeding them." He pointed out, smile dimming some before falling away completely as he realized he probably wouldn't be feeding the demon's cats again any time soon either. There was a second of silence, in which John imagined the Icthyo Sapien blinked once, before the silence was broken again.

"How are you feeling, John?" Abe asked him, the question, as well as a medical check-up, probably the reason for the sudden visit.

"Honestly?" He asked, his gaze directed at his lap out of habit despite the fact that he couldn't actually see his lap anymore. "Pretty darn shitty, actually." John laughed though the sound was hollow without amusement.

He turned back to the fishman and though the other couldn't see his eyes because of the bandages that had apparently been wrapped over them he was pretty sure the Icthyo Sapien understood, even without his psychic abilities. "I'm blind, Abe."

"Only temporarily." The other pointed out after a second's pause.

John tried to smile, wanting to look optimistic, but couldn't force it. "Yeah, that's what HB said." He pointed out even though he was pretty sure Abe was already aware of that. "You don't know that for sure though, do you?"

"No, I do not." The other admitted, brutally honest as always. "At this point there is still a chance of recovery though." Abe said and though his voice was as neutral as always John knew the fishman was trying to get him to look at things positively. John's outlook on life wasn't exactly sunshine and roses at the moment though.

"And what are the odds of that happening?" John asked, very much aware of the fact nine out of ten times someone with his level of injuries simply didn't recover.

His thoughts were only confirmed when Abe stayed silent for longer than his usual second.

"That's what I thought." John said, shoulders sagging into the pillow.

"Don't give up hope, John." Abe told him but John didn't even bother with responding, he wouldn't have known what to say without sounding extremely pathetic anyways.

Abe's tell-tale almost silent steps resumed so he wasn't startled when he felt the Icthyo Sapien rest a webbed hand on his shoulder. "A wise man once said; 'Hope is simply faith holding out its hand in the dark.' Remember that." Abe offered and John smiled, if only to make his friend feel better.

"I'll try."

000 Blind pt 3. 000

AN2: Yeah not that much that happened in this chapter but that's cause I got a huge case of writer's block for this chappie. Luckily I did manage to finish that Anung one I promised you all, though it's not the typical Anung one as I'm sort of trying out different AU's and stuff but you'll find out about that when you read it.

Writer: Sabaku No Kel

Fandom: Hellboy

Pairing: Hellboy (Anung un Rama) x John Myers

Title: Two

Words: 4051

Rating: Overall rating M (This chapter M for mild language and suggestive bits)

Warning: mild sexual stuff

Disclaimer: I don't own Hellboy or it's characters and do not make any money out of writing this.

000 Two 000

There was nothing on.

Nothing.

All these channels and not one thing interesting enough to keep him entertained for a few measly hours. Hellboy sighed as he dropped the remote, leaving the screen on some weird nature documentary about snails or octopi or whatever the fuck was staring at him from across the room.

He was so bored.

Almost two months without a mission had him begging for some kind of supernatural activity, just a small little demon attack or even another apocalypse he didn't care what as long as he didn't have to sit around and be alone with his thoughts any longer.

'Aww, you say that like you don't like me being here.' Oh God not him again.

"Go away…" Hellboy said seemingly to nothing in particular if not for the voice in his head only he could hear. The voice belonged to no one other than his inner demon, Anung un Rama, who was now free to bother him every second of the day thanks to Rasputin's little stunt.

'You know I can't do that.' The demon said in his mind with a voice similar yet so different from his own. 'You're just going to have to learn to live with the fact that I'm stuck in your mind.' His evil alter ego shrugged, an act he didn't know could be mentally performed until the day he had found out the voice in his head was very real and very permanent, not just some after affect of landing on his head after that giant squid thing had exploded with him still in it's belly.

Everything was going so great as well, he finally had the girl of his dreams, the world had been saved and Manning had given them all a few well deserved days off to get back on their feet when suddenly something in his mind had began to… change, for lack of a better word. Now, where his voice of reason used to be resided the voice of his alter ego. It had started as nothing more than a few mumbled fragments of words which eventually morphed into full sentences spoken with his own voice. He knew the words weren't his own though, for the things that voice said were things he would never dare utter, not even in the safety of his own mind.

'That's because you're in denial.' Anung un Rama tossed in his two cents on the matter but he just ignored him, knowing the demon was just trying to rile him into another argument he couldn't possibly win.

His alter ego's constant meddling was really starting to get to him though. He couldn't even think in peace without immediately being forced to hear what the other thought about it. It was annoying and he wanted it to stop. Unfortunately there didn't seem to be a way to reverse whatever Rasputin had done to him to push the demon back into the back of his mind where he belonged. He had searched through countless books to find something that might be able to help him but so far had yet to find anything.

The weird thing was that no one seemed to notice anything different about him either, not even Abe had caught on to the voice in his head while he was usually the first to know about these things.

'I already told you he doesn't notice because I have always been there. The only difference is that now you can actually hear me.' The demon once again butted in to his thoughts with that annoying know it all attitude of his. Hellboy wished he could glare at his alter ego but since he didn't know how to shoot mental looks at a voice that shouldn't even be there in the first place he settled for glaring at the many TV screens across from him instead.

"Yay, me." He eventually said with a voice full of sarcasm. "Now could you kindly shut the fuck up, you're giving me a headache." Hellboy finished as he pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes against the sudden glare of his television sets.

'I could… but I'm not going to, not until you let me out.' Anung un Rama said as he pushed at the boundaries of his mind, trying to break out by force. He'd been doing that a lot lately and it was really starting to piss him off.

"Why would I want to do that? Remember the last time you got out, I'd rather not have a repeat of that." Hellboy managed to force out through the pain of such brute force being applied to his mental walls. Anung un Rama didn't stop though, no, if anything he only got worse.

'That wasn't my fault! I was being controlled by that stupid magician and only because you let him.' The demon said, finishing with a good mental shove against his mind. Hellboy sighed in relief as the pounding stopped after that, it seemed his alter ego had ran out of juice to keep fighting against him.

"I did what I had to do to save Liz…" He murmured, opening his eyes again a moment later. "Besides you would only ruin my life even more if I let you out so the answer is and remains 'no'." Hellboy rose from his chair to turn off his television sets, better to just turn 'em off and get a snack or something than watch something educational for another moment longer. Especially something educational about slimy, tentacle creatures, he'd seen enough of those to last him a life time already.

'How could I possibly ruin what's left of your miserable, little life?' Anung un Rama asked as he crossed the distance between his screens and started to turn them off, one after the other. The question did nothing to raise his mood though, if anything it only made it worse.

"You ruined my relationship with Liz!" He half yelled, half grunted out. He didn't need some voice in his head mocking his life, thank you very much. His anger only spiked though when the echoing sound of sudden laughter registered.

'Oh please, you did that on your own even though you and I both know it's better this way.' His alter shrugged his not really there shoulders, not caring one bit about the downfall of his not even two week relationship with the fire starter. Hellboy just couldn't force himself to care any more though, having had this conversation way too often already.

"How is being alone again better?" He asked, voice bitter.

'Because you didn't want her anymore.' Anung un Rama said matter of factly. 'You spent so long chasing after her that you didn't know what to do when you finally had her.' The demon spoke like it was the most logical thing in the world and though he would never admit it out loud he knew it was true. He and Liz had just… grown apart after their kiss in Russia and though he had tried so hard to keep them together it was useless in the end.

'Oh, who cares about her anyways.' The demon asked in a useless attempt to cheer him up. 'Why spend your whole life pining after that one girl when there are more… suitable humans around to lust after?' His alter asked him, an evil grin tinting his voice.

"Not this again." Hellboy groaned out as he dropped down in his chair again. "I already told you I'm not shacking up with Boy Scout because I am not gay!" He'd told the other this a thousand times already but it was sort of useless arguing with a voice in his head that could hear all he thought, see all he saw. The demon always commented when his eyes got stuck on his little nanny's retreating form though, specifically when he got caught staring at his backside.

'And I already told you you're in denial.' Anung un Rama said with what he presumed to be a smirk on his face.

"Whatever." He mumbled trying not to let his thought wonder to his little nanny because every time he so much as thought about the special agent his alter would instantly go into a lust filled frenzy, trying to take over so he could seduce the kid to share his bed with him. This made it damn near impossible to be in the same room with John though for sometimes even he could barely resist the urge to bend the kid over and take him right then and there.

'I don't get why you don't just take him though, it's obvious he wants you. I can smell the lust and arousal on him every time we meet.' The demon's voice changed as he talked about John, sounding much deeper and darker now that he was really paying attention to it. A side affect of letting his instincts run wild Hellboy assumed, though with no body of his own his alter could do nothing to bring his little fantasies to life, which was good. He wondered though if his other would actually shut up and get over his infatuation with his little nanny if he actually had a go at him, he forced the thought from his mind seconds later. No one was touching his Boy Scout, not even his other half.

'If you want him to be yours all you have to do is claim him.' Anung un Rama said, acting like one of those little demons people always carried around on their shoulders in cartoons. His other was tempting him and it was getting harder and harder for him to resist, to tell himself he shouldn't want to trace the curve of the kid's delicate neck with his tongue before biting down and marking him as his own. He tried to envision the agent in the throes of pleasure during such an act but only saw the agent's features contorted with pain and betrayal which was something he never wanted to see let alone inflict.

"I'm sure he'll let me…" He said in a way that said he certainly didn't believe his own words. He was pretty sure the demon rolled his eyes at him even though he couldn't really see as his words hung in the air like a death sentence. Hellboy didn't care if his other wished to think otherwise because he was already convinced John would never care for him the way he did.

'Of course he will. He longs for you, maybe even loves you…" Anung un Rama trailed off, not that he noticed as his mind had gone blank at the mention of that one word that seemed to make his heart freeze in his chest.

"Love…?" He mumbled in confused amazement. Could John really love him? Was such a thing even possible, after Liz he had thought he'd end up alone but now that the concept of love had once again etched itself into his mind he couldn't let go of it, didn't wish to either.

'Yes, love.' His other confirmed. 'Isn't that what you always wanted, for someone to love and love you in return? A silly concept if you ask me but if it will help you take John as your mate I have no qualms with your reasoning.' Anung un Rama said, trying to make his comments sound off-handish so Hellboy wouldn't notice his words were just a means to an end, something he had recited to himself over and over again as he waited for just the right moment to use them.

"Do you really think John could love me?" Hellboy asked his other, wishing so desperately for his words to be true. Doubt may have held him back all this time but he couldn't stop hope from blooming any longer.

'Sure, why not?' The demon said, determined to push the last tendrils of doubt from his host's mind so he could finally get what he wanted. 'Why don't you sleep on it, clear your thoughts and decide in the morning if you still do not wish to pursue your chance at happiness.' Hellboy frowned as he felt his other half shift and fade back into wherever it was he went when he wasn't bothering him, leaving him alone with his thoughts for as long as it was going to take for him to decide.

"Yeah… sleep." He mumbled, suddenly feeling much too tired to even move over to his bed before promptly passing out.

Mere minutes after Hellboy had fallen asleep his form shifted again. However, it was not the human loving, paranormal investigator in control of his body at this time.

"I can't believe he fell for that…" Hellboy, or rather, Anung un Rama, said as he clenched and unclenched the fingers of his stone hand, watching the motion with great interest as a smirk fell upon his lips.

"All it took was a little sweet talk and he let his guard down so easily." The demon's wicked smile grew as he noted his other half was still unconscious and blissfully unaware in the recess of their shared mind which he planned to keep that way. Wouldn't want his 'good' half to mess up his fun now would he?

"Now, to get my hands on one very special little agent…" The demon chuckled as he made his way towards his 'prey', expecting to find him either in his office cubical or in his bedroom. It went without saying that he preferred the latter to the former for what he had planned for them that evening.

He visited John's office first but found it deserted of people, opting to waist as little time as possible he turned back to check the agent's rooms instead. Mere minutes later he was in front of the simple wooden door to his nanny's rooms, making his presence known by knocking firmly on the piece of wood three times. He didn't have to wait long for the star of all his recent fantasies to open the door to him.

"Red? What are you doing here?" John asked as Anung un Rama drank in the delicious sight of the agent wearing nothing but a pair of sweat pants and a simple white top instead of his usual suit. The simple image turned him on more than it should have, really.

"Oh, nothing much…" The demon said as he reluctantly tore his eyes away from the almost see through material of the kid's top, forcing himself to retain eye contact. "Just bored, I guess." He shrugged, trying his best to look innocent even as thoughts of the young agent underneath him in the throes of pleasure invaded his mind. Good thing John couldn't read minds or there would be hell to pay, he was sure.

"Are you feeling alright HB, you sound a little… off." John frowned at him, nose scrunched up cutely in concentration as he gave the demon a good look over. Anung un Rama knew his voice sounded different from that of his counter part, it was a little deeper and more ominous, but he hadn't expected the human to catch note of it so quickly. He would have to speed his plans along if he wanted to have some fun with the kid without him finding out his true 'identity'.

"Maybe it's a cold setting on, I feel fine though…." He trailed off, hoping his little white lie would be enough to get the agent out of overprotective nanny mode. It worked well enough for John seemed to accept his reasoning with relative ease, especially when he knew how stubborn his little human could really be.

"Well do you want to come in or something? I was just making dinner so you could join me if you want." John asked as he stepped to the side to let him enter the cosy quarters. He pulled the door closed behind himself as he stepped forward into the narrow hall, mere inches now separating him from his agent.

"I could go for a bite to eat." He said whilst leaning in closer to John until there was barely a hair's breadth still between them. The agent didn't back away like he had expected, choosing instead to stand his ground and allow him close enough to savour the intoxicating smell of his human for a moment.

"Um Red? Why are you sniffing me?" John asked, nervous tremble in his voice betraying the emotions he was trying to hide. Anung un Rama smirked as he placed his stone arm on the wall behind the agent, trapping him in place as he lowered his head to lick and nip at the delicate arch of flesh of the human's neck.

"I simply couldn't resist any longer." He managed to say as he marked John as his own. "You don't know what you do to me, Scout. You made it so hard to resist but now that I'm finally in control I'm fully going to enjoy every second of this." The demon trailed his flesh hand under the thin material of the human's top, delighting in the gasp he pulled from the kid's parted lips as milky white skin instantly warmed to his touch.

"What do you mean 'in control'?" John asked as he unconsciously tilted his head back to allow the demon better access. Anung un Rama was surprised that the kid had yet to push him away but since he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth he simply decided to sit back and enjoy the ride.

"How impolite of me, we have yet to be properly introduced…" The demon said as he pulled back long enough to make eye contact with his human once again. "My name is Anung un Rama, nice to meet you." He smiled as John's eyes widened, a clear dose of shock underlined with lust obvious in his gaze. His smile didn't fade one bit when he felt the human's hands on his chest, gently trying to put some space between them as he regarded him with a suspicious eye. He was sure the agent was thinking about the last time he had seen him and was probably having second thoughts about how far he was willing to go with him but the demon wasn't too worried. He had seen the lust in John's eyes and he knew the kid couldn't hold back forever just like he hadn't been able to.

"Wait if you're Anung un Rama, was it?" He answered the question with a nod and John continued on. "Then where is Hellboy?" The kid gave him a look of worried curiosity that he found much too cute for his own good, he knew he had no choice but to spill the beans to the human as he was unable to resist those big doe eyes.

"My other half is taking a nap at the moment. You see, I was getting really fed up with his constant whining and complaining that I decided to take over for a bit. It's no big deal really, no harm befalls him and I can finally get what I want." He shrugged the whole situation between him and his other off as though it was unimportant, which, for the moment, it was, to him, at least. It seemed to matter a lot to John though for his curious little agent only wanted to know more.

"Which is?" The human asked, sounding like he expected an answer of something along the lines of; 'I wish to bring forth the Apocalypse and destroy all of humanity' which couldn't be farther from the truth right now. He would just have to rectify that little piece of judgement the kid had reserved for him, right?

"You." He whispered in the human's ear, nipping lightly at the sensitive shell. John blushed scarlet as he realized the meaning behind his statement, pushing at his chest again as he stepped in closer.

"Whoa whoa, wait a minute. I'm flattered and all that but what about Hellboy? It's still his body you're using and I don't feel comfortable doing anything with you knowing he wouldn't want you to." John told him, mouth saying 'no' whilst his body practically screamed 'yes, please, take me now!'. He was only happy to oblige the call.

"But he does want it. The only reason he hasn't acted on his feelings yet is because he's simply too afraid to admit it because he thinks you don't care for him." Anung un Rama said as he let his hand slip from under the kid's shirt to trail a little lower, smirk falling in place as John bit his lip to keep from crying out as he cupped the human through his sweatpants.

"Can you let him come out so that we can talk about it?" John managed to gasp out as the hands that were previously on the demon's chest shifted to his shoulders, clinging tightly for support as the agent's senses overloaded with the tingles of pleasure.

"But that'll ruin my fun." Anung un Rama whined, sticking out his bottom lip for good measure. He didn't want to give up being in control just yet, not while he still hadn't mated with his little human.

"I promise that if you let Hellboy out, and he agrees to it, that you'll both get some tonight. Maybe even multiple times." John said with a bright blush covering his cheeks. Anung un Rama smiled as he rubbed the hardness of the agent's erection, very much liking what he was hearing.

"You promise?" The demon asked as he relinquished some of the control he had over his host's body, managing to stick around long enough to catch the small smile the human granted him before fading back fully and allowing his other half to take full control once again.

"Scout's honour." John said as he watched the strange shift in personalities between his charge and his demonic side. Hellboy glanced down at his hand, brow raising as he realized what had been going on between John and his other half. He smiled, not bothering to remove his hand from its place over the agent's crotch as he pulled their bodies flush together.

"You do know that doesn't count if you've never been an actual boy scout, right Boy Scout?" He asked as he placed butterfly light kisses over the dark marks the demon had left behind on John's pale skin making the kid gasp and roll his hips against his hand.

"Perhaps we can get the scouts to make an exception, just this once." John said as he slipped his hands into Hellboy's hair, presenting him with a tilt of lips so similar to one of his own smirks. He mirrored the challenging look with ease as he stopped the gentle motions of his hand on the kid's crotch only long enough to slip his hand inside the loose pair of pants to touch soft skin.

"I don't know about that, kid. We'd have to make an appointment with some suit of the World Scouting Committee which means we'll have to leave this room and I just don't see that happening right now." Hellboy stroked the length in his hand slowly as he spoke, committing every little sound John made to memory. He thumbed the slit of the kid's leaking cock and as his little agent arched his back and moaned loudly he knew he had won.

"You're right, that sounds about impossible to achieve." John granted him right as he pulled at his hair, breath coming in panting in's and out's as he thrust up in his hand.

"You should know by now that I'm always right." Hellboy said as he increased the speed of strokes, moving to bring his nanny to his peak.

"Just shut up and kiss me." John pulled him closer and kissed him, tongues dancing between them as the agent came in his hand with a muffled shout of his name. He vaguely heard Anung un Rama's echoing laughter in the back of his mind and silently reminded himself to thank the demon later for his meddling. Much, much later if he had any say in the matter.

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AN3: Well this Anung was a little different than usual but I hope that was okay for you all. I'm gonna go now as I'm really tired (again) and I'm gonna go to bed. Hope you enjoyed and see you all next week.

~~~Read long and prosper, Sabaku No Kel~~