Demon Babysitters and Their Cats

Author's Notes & Warnings: Beta'd by the lovely Miss Janet Elizabeth. Also, some Non-Con... please proceed with care.


CHAPTER 7


“’Scout… hey ‘Scout. Wake up babe.” John stirred awake at the softly spoken request and smiled when he saw Red grinning down at him.

“Hey,” he slurred sleepily. A kiss touched his lips and John sighed in bliss. “How did the mission go?” he asked.

“A walk in the park,” Hellboy snorted. “There was no creepy crawly monster there. It was a huge gator that someone had flushed down their toilet years ago.” He scoffed again. “I mean really, I have better things to do with my time.”

“Oh really? Like what?”

A large red hand slid under the blanket and slowly crept up his inner thigh. “Three guesses,” Hellboy leered and wiggled his eyebrows at the human.

His cock began to stir with interest. When fingertips brushed across the tip of his dick, the sensations he felt caused his eyelids to flutter. Hellboy kissed him again and John let him deepen the kiss so that they were tongue wrestling. The hand that had been so gentle on his organ before had found its way into his pants and was now pumping furiously at his hardened shaft.

John could feel an orgasm coming on, and when it did he was glad that Hellboy had his mouth covering over his to keep him from yelling. The last thing he wanted was for the nurses and orderlies to come running in at this moment. His back arched up off the mattress and his head was pushed into the pillow as thick cum spurted out of his piss slit. Hellboy continued his oral assault on his mouth and the hand job never once ceased.

He began to squirm. “Red,” he whimpered, managing to break away from the kiss for a second. “It’s too sensitive, you have to stop.” His lover did not heed his request and continued right on doing as he was before. “Please,” he tried again but was interrupted when Hellboy began to kiss him. Just as the sensations around his cock were about to reach the point of pain, the hand stopped and shifted to massage his testicles and stroke along his perineum.

As much as he was enjoying the attentions Hellboy was suddenly lavishing upon him, John couldn’t help but think that something was slightly off. He tried to push the demon away from him and to put some space between their bodies. But Hellboy was too strong and didn’t allow him to be distanced away for some reason. Just as John was about to vocally protest, a thick finger suddenly penetrated him with no preparation at all.

He gasped. The intrusion wasn’t exactly painful, it was just very unexpected. The finger began to thrust in a rhythmic pattern inside of him, and it wasn’t very long until a second finger was inserted. John turned his head to try to look at Hellboy’s face, but the demon had his face nestled into the crook of the human’s neck, intent on kissing and nipping at the tender skin in the area. John gasped louder, and instinctively spread his legs out wider when the fingers began to brush across his prostate. He could feel his cock begin to harden again, despite having just cummed only moments before.

Through the heady haze of sexual influence, John was just barely able to try to stop Hellboy again. “Please Red, stop,” he pleaded softly. The massage on his prostate gland kept him moaning and sighing in bliss, and his cock was already starting to weep precum. But the digits penetrating him were becoming more aggressive and the light nipping at his neck became deeper bites that began to hurt. His heart started to beat with fear and he knew that something was very wrong.

“Hellboy, please look at me,” he begged. The red demon ignored his pleas and continued to graze teeth along the tender flesh of his neck. At times John was absolutely certain that blood was being drawn.

As another uncontrollable wave of ecstasy came over his body, Myers felt himself shooting his cum once more. He bit down hard on his lower lip to try to muffle his cries, and tears began to track down the sides of his face. John tasted the saltiness of his tears, and the copper tang of blood. He licked his lower lip and discovered that he had accidentally bit down too hard and had cut himself open.

Without missing a beat, Hellboy finally stopped nipping at his neck only to pull the man’s wet cock out from his scrubs and wrap his mouth around it. The semen was roughly lapped up and the fingers up his ass continued still with their thrusting. As his cock was milked dry, sobs began to wrack his body. John couldn’t understand why Hellboy was being so cold and aloof during what should have been an intimate moment.

“Why?” John whispered. “Why are you doing this, Hellboy? Why are you doing this to us?” He breathed a small sigh of relief when the red demon finally stopped sucking on his over-sensitized dick, pulled fingers out of his ass and slowly began to raise his head to look at the man. When he finally made eye contact, the agent felt his breath catch in his throat and suddenly wished that he wasn’t looking at those blank white orbs that stared back at him. “Who are you?” he shakily demanded. Desperately, Myers covered himself up and tried to crawl backwards, creating more space between him and this new entity.

Without a word, Hellboy reached out with his stone hand and held John down to the bed by his throat. The struggling man reached up frantically to try to loosen the tight grip, as his breathing was severely restricted. He was unable to yell or cry out and helpless, he watched as the large figure of his lover loom over him.

The glowing white eyes that replaced Hellboy’s yellow ones eerily reminded him of Lilith. But it wasn’t this fact that made cold shivers run up his spine. It was the blank stare; the expressionless gaze that the red demon wore. Hellboy looked right through John with no signs of recognition. The facial muscles were slack and the bodily movements seemed almost robotic.

John was still weakened from the last bout of shock he had endured, and was no match against Hellboy’s superhuman strength. Defenseless, he involuntarily remained silent as a hand began to rip away his pants and roughly fondle his genitals. His thighs were kicked apart and more tears streamed down his face as he was once more penetrated forcefully with fingers.

As his prostrate was purposely bumped against, Myers could feel his cock begin to respond. Ashamed of his body’s betrayal at the violent treatment it was receiving, he closed his eyes and prayed that Hellboy would come to his senses and stop. After a few minutes had passed, it became apparent to John that Hellboy had no intention of stopping until he climaxed.

Every time the agent was close to coming, the large demon would back off and abruptly pull fingers out of the man’s ass. Once John’s dick wilted just slightly, the fingers were inserted in once more to assault his gland. This went on for many repetitions, until finally he was allowed his orgasm. Very little spewed out of his cock and the triggered nervous response was painful. As his body wracked with his climax, John didn’t notice that the hold around his throat was getting progressively tighter until he suddenly became very light headed. His vision started to blacken and the last thing he saw before he passed out were the bright white eyes of his lover.

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Abe and Hellboy chatted amicably with each other as they casually made their way towards John’s room. They had just arrived at the Bureau a short while ago, and had already had a quick debriefing with Manning. Their latest field mission turned out to be nothing more than a walk in the park. A sewer snake, of gigantic proportions, had greeted them at the end of the tunnel deep below the city streets. Hellboy was currently trying to impose a new rule that his presence was not to be wasted on such ridiculous outings.

“All I’m saying is that if there’s no creepy monster bigger than six feet in height or length, I don’t want to have anything to do with it.”

“Red, that is unreasonable,” Abe chided. “Wait until John hears about that.”

“John won’t hear nothing,” Red assured him. “He’ll be too…”

A whole slew of nurses and doctors came rushing past them just then. One of them noticed Abe and stopped long enough to pull him alongside. When Hellboy realised that they were headed in the direction of his lover’s room, he hurried after them.

“What is going on?” Abe asked and gasped when he reached the window panel to the room the young agent was in. His eyes widened in horror as he watched the man convulse violently on the bed; hair wild with sweat, face flushed and eyes wet with tears. John looked like he was in a great deal of pain and appeared to be screaming.

As the door opened to let a couple of the nurses in, he could indeed hear the heart wrenching cries coming out from inside the room. “What is his status?” Abe demanded of a physician that was just coming out.

“About a half hour ago we recorded an increase in Agent Myers’ EEG. He appeared to be in a deep state of slumber so we figured that he was dreaming. Then shortly after, his BP and EKG started to rise as well. His physical state became more agitated and increasingly continued to worsen. We’ve tried everything we could to break him out of his sleep.” The doctor looked frazzled and glanced nervously at Hellboy intermittently throughout his diagnosis.

“I’m going in there,” Red growled and pushed his way into the room. Abe followed on his heels and rushed over to the side of John that wasn’t now occupied by the red demon. The merman grabbed a hold of the agent’s wrists and felt for the pulse. It was strong and rapid. Quickly, he mentally absorbed all the information that the doctor had told him and tried to come up with a plan of action.

Meanwhile, Hellboy grabbed a hold of both of John’s shoulders and tried to shake him awake. But the man only continued to tremble and moan in pain. Helplessly, he watched as his lover cried out in hurt, as if being tortured. Faintly, they could hear words that sounded like “Who are you?” whimpering from the agent’s lips.

John’s head whipped from side to side, and his hands suddenly reached up to grab around his own throat. The two stared in disbelief as they watched the man apparently struggle for breath.

“Blue, do something,” Hellboy begged. In desperation, he placed a hand on Myers’ forehead to soothe him, but quickly lifted his hand at the surprising heat that was radiating off of the skin. “He’s burning up,” he sharply retorted.

Abe placed his hand where Hellboy’s was earlier to confirm the statement. “His temperature is rising,” he mumbled to himself. “How can that be? Could he be fighting off a bacterial infection?”

“Blue, I said do something,” Hellboy repeated louder. John was whimpering out words of ‘no’ and ‘stop’ by now. But before Abe was able to do anything to help, Myers’ whole body suddenly arched up off of the bed, before landing down limply again. “What just happened?” Red demanded, his yellow eyes flickering across John’s face for signs of distress.

The merman had his mouth opened in confusion. One minute the man was struggling and the next he was sleeping peacefully once more. His eyes turned in the direction of the monitor screens and Abe saw that all the readings were dropping and stabilising. “I am not entirely sure, Red,” Abe managed to respond.

Meanwhile, John was beginning to stir awake. The medical staff that was inside the room was dismissed and the two stared down at the agent in anticipation. With a quiet groan, bright blue eyes finally blinked opened and settled on their faces.

Hellboy smiled down at his lover and reached out to touch him. But then, in a matter of seconds, Myers widened his eyes in fear and started to scream. The large demon froze in place as he watched the man literally scramble backwards in bed, desperate to put distance between them.

Abe, who had been standing on the other side of the bed, reached out for the agent when the human was threatening to fall out it. Startled at the sudden hands on his back, John jumped and glanced over his shoulder to see who it was. Upon seeing Abe’s familiar face, he rushed towards the merman and clung firmly to his side. “Please don’t leave me, Abe,” he begged frantically. John had his arms tightly wound around Abe’s waist, staring in apparent fear at Hellboy.

Confused and concerned, Abe placed his hands on John’s head and shoulders to rub soothingly. “John, I will not leave you,” he promised the man. “But please tell me what is going on. You are scaring us.”

“Evil,” he mumbled under his breath. “Hellboy… evil. He’s not him. He’s not him… not Red… not Hellboy. Evil.” Hellboy stared in confusion. He was heartbroken over John’s reaction to him. When he took a small step towards the two, the man began to scream again. “No! Stop! Stay back… not Red!”

“John,” Hellboy murmured quietly. “It *is* me. It’s Red…”

“Stay back!” Myers yelled. The distress in the young man was clearly evident and worsening with every step Hellboy tried to take.

“Red, maybe you should step out of the room,” Abe suggested. “I do not know what is going on here but we need to calm him down as soon as possible. His vitals are rising again and I am afraid of what this stress is doing to the baby.”

“But…”

“Now Red.” Abe had had enough and his voice brooked no room for argument.

Hellboy made a loud sound of disbelief and punched his fist into the wall in frustration. His temper tantrum dramatically calmed when he saw that he had punched a whole in the wall. This sudden pulse of violence caused John to tremble even more fiercely, his hands clutching even tighter around Abe. “Aw crap, I’m sorry,” Red earnestly apologised. Unable to stand the fact that he was the cause of Myers’ emotional distress, he mumbled another apology under his breath and quietly let himself out of the room.

It was only when the heavy metal door closed behind the red demon did John finally let out a small breath of relief. His hold on Abe never ceased, but his body was less tense. Abe sat down onto the bed, still making sure to cradle the man in his arms, stroking his back. Several minutes passed by before John was finally calm and silent. He stirred in Abe’s embrace and blinked up at the merman.

“Blue?” he mumbled.

“Yes?” Abe looked down at Myers’ eyes and saw that they looked relatively lucid. He next quickly eyed the monitor that John was still wired to and was glad to see the readings were steady. “How do you feel John?”

“Pretty tired. My head hurts a bit.” John sat up and released his hold on Abe. “What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be out on an investigation?”

“We were done earlier than expected.” He stared intently at the man’s face for any signs of what happened earlier. “John, are you feeling alright?”

“Yeah, why?” John looked at him in confusion and then glanced around his surroundings. “Where’s Red? He’s not hurt is he?” He began to worry.

“No, please stay calm,” Abe assured him. “When we had arrived here about a half hour ago you were in quite a frantic state.”

“What do you mean?” Myers stared at his friend, a small frown developing between his eyes.

“Well, I am still trying to determine what had happened. But your vitals were almost off the chart, and you began to convulse and cry out in your sleep. When we were finally able to wake you up, you started becoming very distressed at the sight of Hellboy.”

“What?”

“You screamed whenever he came near you. You clearly did not want him in here. I had to send him out.” John widened his eyes and turned his head towards the glass panel in hopes that his large lover would be standing on the other side. To his dismay, there was no one there. “He punched that hole in the wall just prior to leaving,” Abe pointed out. Myers couldn’t remember or recall any of the events his friend was telling him, but there was all the physical evidence that he needed. The man gaped at the size of the opening made in the drywall.

He moved around, and to his embarrassment realised that the inside of his pants were wet and sticky. John blushed slightly when Abe asked him what was wrong. “Nothing important,” he mumbled.

“John,” Abe admonished. “What did I tell you about disregarding anything whether or not you believe is important?”

“It’s really nothing,” John insisted. “I just… I must’ve had a wet dream.” The man looked down at the blanket covering him in shame, unable to make eye contact with his friend.

“Recently?” the merman asked with a frown on his face.

“Yeah,” John mumbled quietly. “It hasn’t hardened yet I think.”

“That is odd. Are you certain?”

“Do we have to talk about this Blue?”

“I am sorry. I do not mean to dwell on such an embarrassing topic with you,” Abe apologised. “It is just that you appeared to be in a great deal of pain when I had arrived. Your emission must have occurred just before your ordeal began.” He quickly stood up and started heading towards the door without another word. At the last minute Abe stopped and glanced over his shoulder at the man. “Will you be okay?”

“Yeah, I’m going to have to take a shower though. Where are you off to in such a hurry?” Myers gathered the thin blanket around his waist, still self-conscious of his situation.

“I am going to review the security tapes for this room. There is something I suspect, and I am hoping that I am wrong.”

“What’s that?”

“I do not want to indulge the information just yet in the case that my theory is wrong. I shall tell you all the details once I have it figured out. Do you trust me?”

“You know I do,” John easily confirmed. “Blue?” he called out again as his friend was about to leave. “Will you send Red in here?”

“Certainly,” Abe smiled and quietly closed the door behind him. Myers grimaced at his current condition, and decided that taking care of his personal hygiene was his first priority.

Quickly he stepped into the shower, reveling under the hot water as it fell onto his skin. John placed his hands on the wall in front of him and dropped his head downwards, letting the soothing rhythm of the water cascade over his neck, back and shoulders. Sighing in contentment, he closed his eyes and relaxed as the warmth eased his tight muscles.

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Hellboy knocked briefly on the door and poked his head inside. There was no one in the room but he heard the shower in the adjoining bathroom running. Moving slowly, as to not scare the occupant inside, he stepped into the small room and was about to call out John’s name.

One look at the sight of his lover’s naked body under the shower was all it took for his voice to seize up. The shower door was a cheap glass pane that showed off John’s body in all its glory. The droplets on the door and the steam from the hot water did little to offer coverage.

The man had his head down; his neck curved downwards and dipping between his shoulders like a large feline. Water dripped from the brown hair and sluiced down the long lean muscles of his back and legs. A slight curve on Myers’ abdomen was evident above a flaccid cock and Hellboy very badly wanted to wrap his arms around his unborn child.

He shifted where he stood, and Myers must’ve detected some movement as his head suddenly flicked towards him. Sharp blue eyes bore into him, until they softened with realisation of who was standing there. John smiled and reached to turn the water off. Hellboy met him with a large towel by the time he had the door opened and enveloped him in it.

“Good to see you in a better mood,” Hellboy said quietly as he watched the man dry himself off.

John wrapped and tucked the towel around his waist and reached up with his arms to wrap around Hellboy’s neck. He pressed his face against the strong chest and inhaled the familiar scent of his lover. “Blue told me what happened. I don’t remember any of it,” he admitted.

Hellboy was finally able to embrace his arms around the young agent like he’d been yearning to for the past hour. “Yeah, that’s what he said. He’s looking over the security tapes right now as we speak. If anyone can figure out what happened to ya, it’s him.”

Myers let out a huge sigh and rubbed his cheek against the material of Hellboy’s shirt. “I really hope so. I can’t stand the thought that I’m not able to be in your presence without freaking out on you.” He could feel soft kisses on the top of his head, and without another word, John stood up on his tiptoes and leaned his head back to face the demon. “Kiss me,” he whispered.

Hellboy eagerly obliged, and touched his lips to the human’s. It began as a soft kiss, and slowly deepened to the point that their tongues danced with each other. Strong hands pressed John’s lower back against a hard body, the bulge of an arousal very evident against his stomach. When they finally broke apart for a much-needed breath, John’s eyes fluttered in bliss and he stared up lovingly at Hellboy.

A brief glimpse of white glowing eyes suddenly hit him, and his body froze at the image. He blinked his eyes again to make sure that he wasn’t seeing things, and was relieved to see his lover’s warm yellow eyes staring down at him in concern.

“What is it?” Hellboy asked, his hold on John tightening in an unconscious act of protectiveness.

“I don’t know,” John admitted. “This image of you with these bright white eyes just popped into my head out of nowhere.”

“White eyes?”

“Yeah. They glowed. Like Lilith’s did.” The agent grew silent and looked up at Hellboy with alarm on his face. “I think I remembered what happened,” he whispered.

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