hellboys cat

The guard saw me coming and opened the locked and weighted door. As I walked in I was immediately the attention of four massive cats which twined around my legs. Red was in the shower so I made myself at home. The room was huge, meant to be lived in and it was. A wall of mismatched ancient televisions dominated a corner of the room while a large free weight set took up even more space. And the room wouldn’t be complete with out the cats lounging on every elevated flat surface that there was. I smiled and sat on the bed playing with the cats that liked me.

Red came out of the bathroom wearing some baggy fuzzy pants. He saw me and stopped.
“Uh, Hi,” he said a bit awkwardly.
I smiled and stood up displacing the cat in my lap who grumbled and was very put out. Red grinned. I felt a bit awkward myself.
“Um, I was hoping you would let me stay?”
Red looked at me worried “Dreams?”
I just nodded and sat back down. Red sat beside me, “How about a cartoon first.”
I grinned and started stacking pillows to lean against. Red dug threw a huge pile of tapes and put in some good old Loony Tunes. Wile E. Coyote versus The Roadrunner at least 2 hours worth. Enough to make anyone laugh and relax. So we pulled the covers up our legs and propped ourselves up on pillows and watched Coyote fall off cliffs and smash in to walls and the roadrunner do his beep beep and race off. The cats curled up around us and purred. I leaned my head against Reds chest as I drowsed in a half sleep. I felt so content that I wanted to purr myself. The last thing I remember was snuggling up against Red listening to the Cartoons and him putting his arms around me.

Red felt Cats breathing deepen as she fell asleep against him. It had been a long day for both of them. He ran a hand over her sleep softened face and she rubbed it against him. He smiled softly and turned off the TV. Cats forehead wrinkled and she mumbled something.

“Shhh, little one,” he whispered against her skin, “No dreams tonight. I won’t let them get you.”

Cat pressed closer to him and relaxed, a large tabby curled up next to her and started to snore little cat snores. Red wiggled down carefully so that he lay down comfortably and settled Cat gently against him as he fell asleep for the night.

I woke up some time during the night from dreams that had nothing to do with darkness and monsters and everything to do with me and Red and our skin. I took a deep breath and wiped the sweat from my body. My skin was hot and thick, Reds arms were still around me and his heat was radiating against me. At some point in the night I had shoved the covers off the bed and removed my pants. Carefully I disengaged myself from his arms and propped myself up on the pillows. The sweat chilled quickly against my skin and I shivered. Red made a noise and moved agitated in his sleep. I scooted closer to him and stroked his face. He rolled toward me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I moved his head till it rested comfortably on my breast. I wrapped one arm around his shoulders and ran my other hand down his face to calm him.

“Shhh, love,” I whispered, “ I’ll keep the monsters away.” I kissed his head and rested my face against the stubs of his horns. “Sleep,” I whispered. Red sighed deeply and draped a leg over mine and slept softly. At some point I fell back asleep myself.

Red woke up some time on the shady side of 5AM with lingering thoughts of sex. He realized though, that he was being held by Cat who was sleeping propped up with her mouth open. He laid his head back down on her breast and listened to her heart beat. His left hand rested on her stomach, she was so small and fragile. He knew she hated being thought of in that way, but he couldn’t help it. His hand moved down, sliding over her shirt over her bare legs. Her skin was so soft against his callused hand , the scars were just small imperfections contrasting against her pale flesh. He let his hand travel back up her body sliding under her shirt to rest on her ribs where he could just feel the weight of her breast on the back of his hand. His fingers played along the line of her ribs until his hand cupped the full orb. The texture of the skin on her breast was different from anywhere else on her body, he reveled in the sensation. Red groaned silently and started removing his hand, but she stopped him. Her small hand on his arm guided him back to her breast. He looked up at her and she smiled gently.

I looked at Red threw sleepy eyes as I leaned down to kiss him softly and he rose up a bit to meet me. He caressed me gently running his thumb over my nipple making it tighten. He slowly explored my body with his hand just as I had wanted him to do. I removed my shirt and laid back down, Red was propped up on his elbow looking at me, stroking my skin. His hand moved low on my belly and stopped, he looked at me uncertainly. I took his hand and guided it lower until he cupped me in his hand. I smiled at him again and pulled him down to kiss me. He opened himself to me and I explored his mouth with my tongue even as his hands explored me. It was such a soft slow thing unlike our hot and heavy moments the morning before.

“Take off your pants,” I whispered and he did. I wanted to touch his body as he touched mine. His body was all hardness and muscle and scars, not unlike my own. I let my hands travel along the muscles in his thighs and buttocks and the base of his tail. Slowly I let my hands find the hardness of his phallus, my fingers explored the pronged head and Red buried his face in my neck shuddering. I licked my thumb and ran it in small circles over the tip.
Red groaned, “Cat please,” he grabbed my hand. I hooked a leg over his and rubbed myself against his flesh. Red gasped and shuddered his body pressed hard against mine. With little effort I rolled him on top of me. No coherent thoughts muddied my brain, only want and need. I held him between my legs rocking against him, rubbing up and down the length of him. His hips flexed against mine and the tip of him pressed hard against my entrance.
Red was gritting his teeth with effort, “ I don’t want to hurt you.”
I was trembling so hard I could barely answer him. “ Don’t worry I’ll like it.” I thrust my hips hard against his and impaled my self on him. Small surprised noises came from both of us. Red moved against me slowly. The tip of him was barely inside of my, stretching me. He pushed deeper in to my unyielding flesh. I expected pain, but there was none I pushed my self against him pulling him deeper in to myself until I could take no more, he was so very large.

Experimentally he pulled out of her a bit and she whimpered. Again he slid deep with in her. Cat writhed beneath him and it had nothing to do with pain. She grabbed his shoulders and bit his neck. He spasmed and thrust harder she arched against him moaning. He moved against her fast creating a friction he knew instinctively was needed for something . She bit him again and he shuddered.

Red is so deep with in me that it is almost painful but I don’t want him to stop. I wrapped my self around him pulling us closer as my world grew continuously smaller to concentrate only on the small pinpoint of multicolored soundlessness that exploded in to being wiping away all else but the intense feeling that lasted mere seconds. Red collapsed on top of me shaking and breathing hard, having just experienced the same amazing moment as I. He looked at me with something akin to wonder on his face.

“Cat.. I… I”

I put my hands on his face and brought it down to rest on my chest, “Shhh, love, it was beautiful.”

Red sat up pulling me in to his lap hugging me tightly. “ I love you Cat,” he said softly tilting my chin up to look at him.
I laid my head on his chest and smiled. “ I love you too Hellboy.”

Red started awake, Cat grumbled and hugged him, she was still wearing her shirt and he still had on his pants. Damn it to hell! It had all been a dream… and such a good one. He carefully pulled away from Cat to go to the bathroom to get rid of the major pressure build up that the dream had created. It didn’t take long, he could still feel the way her body had accepted him pulling him in, wanting him, needing him. Red leaned against the cool wall and panted, it was too much to grasp. He also remembered and epiphany of the dream as well, he had said ‘I love you’ and she said it back. Red know he meant it, he just didn’t know how to tell her in case she didn’t know or feel the same. Red with back to bed and laid next to Cat, he remembered the phantom love they had made and how she had wanted him so much. It had nearly hurt them both, but it had been worth it. He breathed normally and made his core temp. drop back down to normal before he touched her again, and carefully wrapped his arms around her.. He didn’t think sleep would be possible, but it was and this time he didn’t dream.

I opened my eyes in post orgasmic languidness and started. I still had on my cloths and Red was asleep still wearing the damn fuzzy pants, the kitties slept on undisturbed.
“Holy Hell…” I whispered, it hadn’t really happened. The memories was so vivid, but I let my body tell its own story. There was no residual soreness, no heat in my skin, no marks on my flesh. Damn my mind for thinking such things! I touched Red, he was peaceful and sleeping, his body was warm against mine, but not with intense heat from desire or whatever. It was just a bloody dream. I almost wish it had been the monsters at least I knew how to deal with monsters. But sex with Red? I don’t actually know what would happen or how I would react even in my dreams. But then again if the dreams stay this good, ha ha , who knows what I might get talked in to. I settled back in bed hoping to catch a few hours of sleep, with out the dreams perhaps.

When Red woke up Cat was watching Cartoons and the gatekeepers hadn’t brought breakfast yet so they were both still locked in. Cat looked toward him and smiled.
“Hope I didn’t keep you awake last night.”

Red just shook his head, at odd moments images of Cat naked and whimpering flashed threw his head.
“I slept fine, how ’bout you?”

I grinned thinking about sex, “pretty good.” I picked up the nearest cat who purred loudly. I looked sideways at Red, “you know what I want right now?”

Red grinned, “What?”

“Breakfast.”

And right on queue, the door opened and breakfast was served, Red snorted and shook his head. I was defiantly gonna stay in my room tonight. Too many dreams of sex and I’ll really get no sleep. Oh well I’ll worry about that one later. Breakfast is scrambled eggs, grits and Krispy Kreme doughnuts, possibly one of the most sinful foods ever created by man. (Unless you get in to French Desserts. Now those are sinful on the verge of orgasmic.) Okay so my mind is still in the gutter.. Red tosses me a doughnut which I catch in the hand not holding the cat who struggles to get down. Clay leans on the counter yawning.

“Hey Clay, you look tired, stay up late last night?” I asked

He grinned, “I got to lead the clean up crew last night. We spent a couple hours chasing down all the pieces.”

Red passed me a fork. “So did ya get to try out the new napalm stuff, or just the good ol’ flame thrower.”

Clay smiled again, “ They let us play with the new toys, since it was pretty strait forward clean up.”

Red leaned forward, “so how’d it work?”

Clay kept grinning, “ like a charm.”

I ate in silence as the Red and Clay talked shop about the new stuff in the armoire and possible jobs over seas, mostly in the Netherlands. Some sightings of old Norris gods might need special task force investigation. I usually don’t pay too much attention to rumors, but if Red did get shipped off, so did I. Usually we were given a few days warning so that I could hang out with Abe and brush up on what ever we were going up against. Well it usually kept me occupied for the plane ride at least, reading up on mythology, folklore and other stuff. As always know your enemies, it just makes life easier.

The guys were still talking when I slipped out of the room and headed back to my own. Not that I had anything in particular to do, but I defiantly like having my own space, being the solitary creature that I am. And after last nights dreams, a little alone time is really needed. I wonder if Red knows just how much he tortures me in my dreams. Maybe it’s just safer to sleep alone, monsters be damned. At least I expect them, I don’t expect well, sex, but real sex, not just dream sex. And damn it was good…I defiantly enjoyed it, but I don’t think I can face Red in the morning if I dream about him every night, after all I still don’t know what he wants, not really. I’m not sure that I want to know, it might just hurt more than I can handle, and then where would I be. I know where.. Back on the street, back in the dark. Granted I am not a kid anymore, but I don’t think I would survive loosing my strange family.