Red and White (SevenxTsume)
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				Title: <strong>Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>28-06-2009, 00:46:38</strong>
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				The Bureau for Paranormal Research and Defense was unusually quiet these days; months ago, there had been the sound of Elizabeth Sherman's screams of frustration as she tried to deal with the near-smothering affection of her overgrown boyfriend.&nbsp; Months ago, there would be the sound of explosions as her temper got a little out of hand because Hellboy had managed to do something stupid again.&nbsp; Months ago, there would be the sound of laughter as they made up all over again, just the way they always did, because that was how it worked, that was how it had always worked because they were meant for eachother.&nbsp; It was fate; she was a little spark, a spitfire that just kept growing and he was - fireproof.&nbsp; <br><br>And the love was there; love was what had brought Liz back when Rasputin had taken her from him, it was what had healed Hellboy's wound when Nuada had greviously injured him.&nbsp; Love was what had made her stomach swell as their unborn twins grew inside of her.<br><br>But that had been months ago, and a lot could happen in a few months.<br><br>The dark, slow baritone of Nick Cave filtered through speakers; music was the only noise that came from Hellboy's room these days, long gone were the lover's quarrels, because the lover had left.&nbsp; Again.<br><br>Normally they expected her to come back because it was where Liz fit in, it was where she was accepted and could embrace who she was and be loved for it - but a mistake had been made.&nbsp; An accident happened.&nbsp; Liz lost the twins.&nbsp; Suddenly her fits became more profound, her anger at Hellboy became more furious, and the tender moments dissappeared entirely - his best efforts to comfort her became things that would make her burst into bitter tears.&nbsp; His attempts to lighten the situation would only provoke her.&nbsp; <br><br>Eventually she realized what she had become over the few months since the loss; horrified with herself, and unable to even look him in the eye, Liz had told Hellboy she was leaving again.&nbsp; He told her he would come with her.<br><br>She asked him not to; especially if he loved her.<br><br>And he did.&nbsp; <br><br>Now months had passed and Abe Sapien was hanging upside down, floating worriedly in his tank; Johann Kraus sat in the chair beyond the glass, tenting his gloves in front of his helmet.&nbsp; <br><br>"He needs time," Abe said, "It's a delicate matter."<br><br>"I sink he has had enough time," Kraus replied steadily, "Hellboy hass been unreasonable - vhile he iss here, he refuses to leave hiss room, vhile he iss on ze field, he srows himself into ze line of fire.&nbsp; He could haff been killed."<br><br>"He suffered a terrible loss." Abe reasoned, placing his hands to the glass, "And while I can't say his coping methods are healthy, I don't know that the current - plan - is any safer.&nbsp; As much as I liked Agent Myers, there is a reason he was transferred; I daresay it was for his own health."<br><br>"Yes, vell, our Hellboy vill simply haff to learn to get along mit uzzers." Kraus said, "Because zis is not a matter up for debate - he arrives today."<br><br>Though Abe hardly had the musculature for it, he managed to appear concerned.&nbsp; He could only hope that Hellboy could be reasoned with that day, because Agent Myers would have a very full plate.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>28-06-2009, 04:18:34</strong>
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				Agent John T. Myers. Left Quantico with a hefty recommendation from his superiors. There had been praised heaped upon him, in the report. Gifted. Intelligent. <em>Special.</em> Heh, he didn't know the meaning of the word, until he'd been summoned to the BPRD by on Professor Trevor Bruttenholm, the founder or the organization itself, and surrogate father to one large, red demon : Hellboy.<br><br>All of them had been astounding, of course. Abe - incredible intelligence, if only a little unnerving, as one's thoughts were not nearly as private, when around him. Liz - a fiery spirit, quite literally. She hated being called that, of course, but it was incredible apt. Strong-willed, and beautiful. And then there was Hellboy. It&nbsp; was difficult to say much about him, for John, for some reason. No words, nicknames, adjectives seemed to it just right. He was just . . . Hellboy.<br><br>John had had to face incredible dangers, not the least of which being the infamous dark sorcerer himself - Rasputin. But he'd made it through, somehow. By that point, he thought of all of them as, if not family, at least something similar. He'd taken pride in counting himself amongst them. A real member of the BPRD. And then the order had came. He was to be transferred. Apparently, Hellboy was concerned about him macking in on his territory. So off he went, to Antarctica.<br><br>It had been . . . amiable, really. John hadn't taken it personally. At least outwardly. It was only supposed to be for a little while - Hellboy didn't have the power or pull to banish him, really. But then the crisis with the elf prince, Nuada, had struck. And he'd just been . . .&nbsp; forgotten. <br><br>Standing on the lift as it lowered it's way the underground headquarters of the BPRD, it was obvious that antarctica had taken it's tole on him. Though he was dressed in regulation suit and tie, he was currently unshaven. Heavy bags underneath his eyes, indistinguishable in whether or not they came from jet lag, or something more personal. A bag was slung over his shoulder. It looked like he was here to stay, this time. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>28-06-2009, 14:03:42</strong>
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				The welcoming wagon that waited for Agent Myers was decidedly lacking on that particular day; not so terribly long ago, he would have been greeted by Bruttenholm, Clay, Liz, Manning, and a few choice agents, but these days the numbers had dwindled.&nbsp; Bruttenholm and Clay had fallen at the hands of Rasputin, Liz had left the B.P.R.D indefinitely, and Manning was on sick leave after suffering what Kraus had deemed 'vun hell uff a mental breakdown'.&nbsp; On top of that, the tooth-fairy incident had whittled away a large portion of their field agents.<br><br>So instead of a small crowd of eager human faces awaiting Myers, there was instead a blue and decidedly non-human face, and another figure that didn't have a face at all.&nbsp; Neither of them were terribly good at showing their feelings on the matter.<br><br>Though, Abe didn't need to be psychic to see that Myers was under the weather; he was unshaven and appeared so exhausted that the amphibious agent feared the other man may very well topple off the platform before it reached the ground.&nbsp; <br><br>"John," Abe said warmly, as greeting, "It's good to see you again."<br><br>Johann showed less subtlety; the suit steamed and whirred as he stepped forward, thrusting out a glove,<br><br>"Agent Myers," Kraus said, with nothing but the utmost enthusiasm, the sort of outgoing nature that made people forget, just for an instant, that they were talking to an empty suit, "I haff heard only great sings about you - I understand you vere in der Antarctic."<br><br>Kraus was saying it as casual conversation; Abe knew that Kraus would have read every report pertaining to Agent Myers by now and knew of his ventures in full, vivid detail - the man never slept and thus would need something to entertain himself with in the late, late hours when the rest of the Bureau was asleep.<br><br>"Ve are very pleased to haff you back.&nbsp; Things haff changed since you vere last here, yes.&nbsp; Ve vill debrief you." Kraus said, and he had taken John's hand and was pumping his entire arm furiously in a firm, hearty handshake before releasing it.<br><br>"Once you've had a chance to settle in." Abe added firmly, and Kraus hesitated for a moment, looking over at Abe.&nbsp; There was an instant of silence, and Kraus seemed to consider this; he and Abe had become closer comrades as of late, and the German, while well-meaning, occasionally had to be reminded that others actually did need rest and couldn't go at the same frenetic pace as him.<br><br>"Ja," Kraus said, "Of course."<br><br>Abe nodded, and gestured for John to follow him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>28-06-2009, 23:14:57</strong>
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				Johann wasn't the only one who had read every report - John had done the same in regard to Agent Krauss, as well as the reports pertaining to the Nuada Incident, and the slew of other, lesser incidents that had occurred in his absence. As well as those regarding Liz and Hellboy's . . . situation. He felt a small twinge run through his stomach, at the red demon's absence. Still, just seeing Abe was enough to bring a warm, genuine smile to his face.<br><br>He took Johann's glove, and gave it just as firm a shake. He imagined that Johann had most likely been a large, boisterous man before his dispersal - judging only from the way he carried himself now. Of course, it could simply be that being immaterial had lessened his reservations. He smiled, and nodded to the empty suit.<br><br>"Agent Krauss, it's a pleasure to finally get to meet you. I must thank you for holding things together here, in my absence," his shoulders rolled at the mention of Antarctica, but that was the only sign of his displeasure towards it's mention. "Indeed, indeed. I have to say, it's good to be back."<br><br>When his hand was released, he turned to Abe, stepping forward to offer him a small hug. As he did so, he did his best to clear his thoughts, less Abe glean any information John didn't want to give him. It was a small measure, only marginally effective. As long as he didn't glean anything regarding Hellboy. Even John wasn't ready to go there, yet. <br><br>"It's good to see you, Blue. Real good."<br><br>He followed after the two of them, re-adjusting the pack on his shoulder. Home sweet home. Hadn't changed a bit. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>29-06-2009, 00:07:24</strong>
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				Many days, Abe wished that Kraus had facial features so he could more easily understand what his ectoplasmic superior was thinking without having to - dig - because there was something about Kraus' posture that gave Abe the inkling that the man was somehow being devious.&nbsp; He just wasn't clear why he was having that feeling - perhaps it was simply from his experience with Kraus insofar; for not having a physical form, he was incredibly multi-faceted.<br><br>If Abe could smile, he would have, and he raised his hand when John stepped forward, expecting a handshake, only to get - a hug.&nbsp; It was rare thing for him to receive and thus still a foreign sensation to him, but Abe felt an intense amount of emotional warmth radiating from Agent Myers right then and it was pleasing to know he incensed a camraderie in the other man.<br><br>He returned the hug with an awkward but invested effort, and in the process of the brief touch, he also discovered a strange sadness lurking in Myers.&nbsp; He filed that information away, but said nothing.<br><br>"You'll be in the same room you were in before," Abe said, leading John away from the platform and down the hallway, and Kraus steamed and clicked his way alongside them, "Well - sort of.&nbsp; We had to do a lot of remodelling in the last little while -"<br><br>He waved a hand vaguely, searching for a diplomatic way to word it.<br><br>"- damage repairs." he ventured, and Kraus made an odd sort of grinding noise.<br><br>"It vas Agent Sherman's temper." Kraus said plainly, and Abe sighed; the top of Kraus' suit twisted to face John, even as the legs continued walking straight, the arms gesturing, "Ze only sing more dangerous zhen zhat voman is her boyfriend, and he hass become as quiet as a mouse since she hass left."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>29-06-2009, 00:37:16</strong>
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				John's shoulder rolled again, a nervous tick that he'd apparently picked up. He nodded. "It's understandable. Given how invested they were in each other . . . and the twins, as well . . . it's not surprising that things got a little broke, or burned."<br><br>He pursed his lips, and nodded. <br><br>"I guess that's why I'm back, huh? To get him under control?"<br><br>He didn't know of any nicer, or politer way to put it. And there was no real point in beating around the bush with either of them. Abe could tell exactly what he was thinking, if he wanted. And Kraus was so straight-forward that he would be hard to catch off guard in the best of circumstances. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>29-06-2009, 01:07:30</strong>
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				Abe looked grim, even guilty,<br><br>"You were brought back because the B.P.R.D. is in need of talented Agents." Abe replied, twisting his hands together in an uncharacteristically nervous physical response; he caught himself doing it and immediately stopped, lowering his hands back to his sides.<br><br>"Your present priority iss Hellboy." Kraus said, less diplomatic, "As it vas the first time you arrived here - und Abraham, please do not giff me zhat indignant look, I know you are responding in ze vay you feel is best for Hellboy, but you know as vell as anyvun vhat too much isolation can do to ze psyche, ja?"<br><br>Abe said nothing, but continued to walk; there was something terribly morose about him right then.<br><br>"After going public," Kraus said, "People haff begun campaigns - scared Americans who feel he iss a liability to national security - you understand vhere zis is going, yes?&nbsp; Manning iss only on our side to the extent that it protects his position.&nbsp; If Hellboy does not get himself out of zhis - zhis - melancholy, if he continues to be irresponsible mit himself on ze field - ze government vill not see a use for him any further."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>29-06-2009, 01:15:30</strong>
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				John bit his lower lip. It was so strange, seeing Abe behaving like this. More than Johann's words, it was Abe's mannerisms that gave him the true sense of urgency here. This was a serious matter. One that he would have to handle delicately. <br><br>Of course, he already knew that. If only for his sake. <br><br>"I suppose . . . I should go and see him, then." It wasn't so much a question, as an affirmation. As they rounded the corner to his room, he turned to Abe. <br><br>"I'll do what I can."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>29-06-2009, 01:49:48</strong>
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				Abe had hardly realized where they were heading before he saw the shining vault door that led to Hellboy's room; quietly acknowledging to himself that he had been somewhat - flighty - as of late, Abe respectfully stood his distance and allowed Myers to venture forth on his own.&nbsp; Abe's efforts to bring Hellboy around over the past few months had failed miserably, just the way everyone else's efforts had; while the big brute would never admit to his pain, the fact he refused to acknowledge it while cutting himself off from the tiny world he had - <br><br>- it was unhealthy.&nbsp; Abe had dealt with his own grief for the loss of Nuala, but had the comfort of knowing she had died willingly, and had done so for valiant purposes.<br><br>But the loss Hellboy had suffered was just a dark, unhappy thing, and given Hellboy's already limited patience for philosophy, he could find no purpose in what had happened.&nbsp; His had lost his unborn children but he had scraped by and held together because he'd still had Elizabeth - but then she'd left him too; there was no quantifying it.<br><br>A bored-looking agent stood guard at the vault door, but only out of habit; his nametag read 'Agent Woods', and he regarded John as though wondering if the man would spring a second head,<br><br>"We don't keep it locked anymore." Woods said grimly, "He's stopped trying to get out."<br><br>He tugged the door open and there was the eerie sound of Nick Cave:<br><br><em>Take a little walk to the edge of town,<br>Go across the tracks,<br>Where the viaduct looms,<br>Like a bird of doom,<br>As it shifts and cracks.</em><br><br>If one thing hadn't changed, it was the sheer quantity of cats wandering the room; half a dozen of them could be seen upon entering, lurking across bookshelves and stalking beneath television screens - screens that had held constant loops of Elizabeth Sherman not so long ago, but were now blank and silent.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Where secrets lie in the border fires,<br>In the humming wires,<br>Hey man, you know,<br>You're never coming back,<br>Past the square, past the bridge,<br>Past the mills, past the stacks.</em><br><br>The room was more organized than it had once been, as though there had been a purging initiated - it was no doubt due to the effect that Liz had; her insistence that the room be kept clean if she was going to be sharing it with him.&nbsp; Once he had learned she was pregnant, he had started being more mindful of the rule, because the prospect of fatherhood had urged him to start working on learning to be responsible a lot faster.&nbsp; Some of it had stuck, most of it hadn't, but he'd made efforts, and Liz had seen that much; he'd even worked on his anger, there had been times where he had surprised the entire team by controlling himself in a way he wouldn't have years ago, back when the solution would have been to tear a door off.<br><br>That patience had dissappeared again though, and in the field he had become more brazen than ever - but there was less enthusiasm in it.&nbsp; His jokes were fewer, his mood was darker.&nbsp; <br><br>The smell of cigar smoke permeated the room, and the smoldering embers of it could be seen in the shadow, along with the flash of yellow eyes from somewhere in the dark.&nbsp; Smoke came in plumes, and there was the sound of shifting.<br><br><em>On a gathering storm comes,<br>A tall handsome man,<br>In a dusty black coat with,<br>A red right hand</em><br><br>Dressed only in slacks, he emerged from the shadows; still enormous and possibly more muscular than he had been back when Myers had first started, and much more scarred - including a large, freshly stitched wound along his pectoral - he clutched a barbell weighted down with two hundred pounds in his left hand, holding it casually at his side the way one might hold a particularly flimsy ream of papers.&nbsp; <br><br>For a long moment he stood there in complete silence; very slowly, he cocked his head to the left, then to the right as he observed Myers and his scruff-adorned face.&nbsp; With all the speed of a drifting iceberg, recognition dawned on him, and the words escaped as a rumble deep in his chest:<br><br>"Aw, <em>crap</em>." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>29-06-2009, 02:10:41</strong>
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				John hesitated at the doorway, not entirely sure if he was ready for this. The simple answer was, of course, "hell no I'm not ready for this." But there wasn't a whole lot of choice, at this point. He looked to Agent Woods, his mouth opening as if he was about to ask a question, before he closed it, and shook his head. He looked over his shoulder to Abe and Johann, both of whom looked uncomfortable. Finally, he sighed, and opened the door. <br><br>As he stepped into Hellboy's room, he almost choked. The smell of cigar smoke was so strong. Apparently, at least a percentage of Hellboy's problems were being 'fixed' with nicotine. He took another few steps in, reaching down to pet a familiar orange tabby behind it's ears. The feline had recognized him, it seemed. He smiled, before immediately straightening, as Hellboy stepped out of the shadows. <br><br>He remembered the first time that he'd felt this feeling. A mixture of awe, fear, and a . . . a strange feeling in his gut. A pulling sensation. The male was impressive, in all respects of the word. A legend. John had read his comic books, when he was a teenager. A giant. Hellboy looked strong enough to easily&nbsp; lift a small vehicle, and use it as a weapon, if need be. A demon. Red skin, tail, and horns set him apart in such an incredible way. Foreign, intimidating, but not threatening . . . almost . . . <br><br>And there was that familiar feeling. <br><br><em>He'll wrap you in his arms,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;tell you you've been a good boy<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;He'll rekindle all the dreams,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;it took you a lifetime to destroy. </em><br><br>John took a tentative step forward. He looked down at the ground, then up at Hellboy. He's been through an incredible amount, in Antarctica. Faced things that he didn't much care to remember. Grown as a person, a considerable deal. And even still, standing in front of Hellboy, he felt like a nervous, fumbling kid. <br><br>"I um, I'm back. I guess that's kind of obvious." <br><br>He tried to straighten himself. To regain his composure. <br><br>"I'll be returning to my duties as your caretaker, and your liason. I-I look forward to working with you again, Hellboy."<br><br>And looking into those deep, golden eyes, all wounded and hardened, he knew that he meant it. Whether Hellboy knew it or not, John could hardly remember a time in his life that had felt more significant than this exact moment. <br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>29-06-2009, 02:25:32</strong>
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				Hellboy's expression could best be described right then as 'irritable'; in terms of his own species, Hellboy was scarcely out of the realm of his teenage years, a young adult who had already gone through the horrors of a thousand lifetimes.&nbsp; It wasn't really fair, but the world never had been.<br><br>He dropped the barbell with zero finesse; the thing hit the floor with an enormous thud and rolled down the stairs, coming to a slow stop near John's foot.<br><br>"Yeah, I got that." Hellboy said, and tapped at his temple for emphasis, "I been workin' on my observational skills, see, and I've managed to establish that you're here."<br><br><em>He'll reach deep into the hole,<br>heal your shrinking soul<br>Hey buddy, you know you're<br>never ever coming back<br>He's a god, he's a man,<br>he's a ghost, he's a guru</em><br><br>The giant stone hand was holding the still-burning cigar; there was an amazing delicacy to the enormous stone fingers when he wanted there to be, though mostly he used the thing for pounding stuff out of existence.<br><br>"But I don't think my hearing's so good anymore," Hellboy said, thumbing his nose as he came down the steps, bare feet noiseless on the floor, "'Cause I coulda sworn you just said you were my - what was it, 'caretaker'?&nbsp; S'what you said, right?&nbsp; I'm sure what you meant to say was that you were getting the hell out of here."<br><br>Hellboy glanced around the room until his eyes locked onto one of the cats, a mottled black and grey thing that looked as though it had probably been picked up from behind a dumpster,<br><br>"You, Muffins, I thought we agreed you'd attack next time he came." Hellboy said accusingly, and the cat sauntered across the room and curled itself pleasantly around Myer's calf, rubbing its head into his pant-leg, "<em>Traitor</em>."<br><br>He brought his eyes up, back to Myers.<br><br>"Myers, get the hell out." he snapped.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>29-06-2009, 02:34:12</strong>
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				John was emotionless. If he hadn't seen this coming a mile away, it would have hurt a lot. Being that Hellboy was fairly predictable, when it came to things like this, he'd managed to steel himself ahead of time. He was ready for anything Hellboy could throw at him. Anything. His hand moved down to slide into his pocket, where a small trinket was sitting. A talisman, made to rob demon's of their strength, temporarily. If Hellboy decided he wanted to get violent, John was ready for that. He just hoped that he didn't have to use it. <br><br>John reached down, to pet the cat idly. <br><br>"Can't. Orders, and all that. Like those orders I got to go to Antarctica. Thanks, by the way. I almost got frostbite on-, well, I almost got it in a lot of places."<br><br>He straightened himself back up, to look at Hellboy. <br><br>"I'm not sure why you're projecting onto me. I haven't been on the premises more than five minutes, I can't have done something to piss you off this quickly." <br><br>He took another step into the room, moving to lean on the counter of Hellboy's small kitchen area. For when he wanted immediate snacking, and didn't want to wait for a meal to be brought to him. <br><br>"I'll be serving as your caretaker, whether you or I like it or not. I'll be bringing your meals, keeping you company, and generally trying to keep you happy. Of course, given your current disposition, such doesn't seem likely . . ."<br><br>He sounded completely confident, dead-pan in his delivery. In reality, beneath the facade, he was still trembling. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>29-06-2009, 02:59:17</strong>
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				The corners of Hellboy's mouth flicked upwards in what would have been a smile under any other circumstance, but the complete hardness of his eyes made it look more forced than reactionary, an effort to make Myers think his suffering was somehow amusing to the big guy.&nbsp; <br><br>"Consider this pre-emptive," Hellboy said, stopping roughly a foot away from Myers, towering over the human agent, "I'm anticipating you pissing me off."<br><br>His dark brows rose when Myers spoke again; Antarctica may have nearly frozen some bits off of Myers, but it seemed other parts had grown, because the little guy was showing some balls right then.&nbsp; If he hadn't been so dead-set on encouraging Myers to exit the B.P.R.D of his own volition, he might have acknowledged that he was a little impressed.&nbsp; <br><br>But only a little.<br><br>"See, this is what I mean." Hellboy said, waving a hand vaguely, "'Cause now I'm pissed.&nbsp; I'm thinkin' I could give Abe's psychic skills a run for its money these days, 'cause I'm getting good at this."<br><br>His jaw shifted as his eyes raked over the smaller man; he wasn't sizing him up - he knew he could break Myers with the use of a couple of fingers, but he was looking him over.&nbsp; The kid looked like shit, but Hellboy told himself that the pang he felt somewhere in his gut wasn't guilt - it was probably just indigestion or a sprained muscle or something, because he wasn't feeling bad for sending Myers away.&nbsp; <br><br>After all, he could have done a lot worse to him - he'd seen the way Myers had been looking at Liz.&nbsp; He'd heard them, watched the flirting.&nbsp; Jealousy was dangerous territory for Hellboy and he was aware of it - as far as he was concerned, he'd sent Myers off for his own good.&nbsp; <br><br>"We both know how this is gonna turn out," Hellboy said flatly, "You're gonna get in my way and I'm gonna wanna crush you for it."<br><br>He didn't want to crush Myers; he'd be lying if he said he hadn't thought about it a couple times when they'd first met, but on his way out, he'd almost started to like the guy.&nbsp; Tended to happen after nearly dying with someone a few times, and he had begrudgingly acknowledged - only to himself - that John had ingratiated himself a bit after risking his life to help Liz.&nbsp; He told himself that's why it had been the kind thing to send the guy away, better than knocking all his teeth out - he was pretty sure that was the best he could do for kindness.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>29-06-2009, 03:07:15</strong>
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				John didn't cower. Good lord, he wanted to cower. But he didn't. He straightened. Made his shoulders rise a little bit. He was still nowhere near Hellboy's size. But the gestures was there. He was not about to be scared. <br><br>"But you won't. You'll grouse, and you'll growl, but you'll get used to it." <br><br>The corner of his mouth folded down, and his eyes lost a little of their luster. A little of their defiance. <br><br>"I'm sorry . . . I really, really am. I'm not young and stupid enough to even begin to think I could help, but I am sorry . . . for everything." <br><br>He reached up, and placed a hand on Hellboy's shoulder, initiating the first contact between them in ages. <br><br>"I don't wanna get in your way. I'll do my best not to. Before everything . . . we were somethin' close to friends. I'd like to get that back, if at all possible."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>29-06-2009, 13:33:28</strong>
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				Everyone reacted to Hellboy differently - some would scream, others would just gape, but the one common denominator between them was the fear.&nbsp; Even when they just watched him, he could always sense the fear in them, could see it in their eyes - even Liz had been afraid of him the first time they had met, unsure of what he would do, wondering if he might hurt her because, hey, it was what monsters did. <br><br>But that had been the thing that had set Myers apart from the others; there had never been fear in him when they'd first met.&nbsp; Sure, there had been definite moments where it seemed the Agent might pass out from shock during a mission and the sight of Sammael had definitely brought up the smell of fear around the little guy, but when Myers had first seen <em>him</em>, there had been no fear.&nbsp; Anxiety, curiosity - astonishment, but not fear.&nbsp; That in itself had been novel to Hellboy, and he wondered if maybe all those years of reading comic books about him had caused Myers to lose what seemed to be a kind of human common sense that big, red demons were things to be afraid of.<br><br>Because even now, Myers was nervous, but he wasn't afraid.&nbsp; That much was made clear when he reached out a hand and touched him; it was a strange thing for Hellboy, being touched, and especially by humans.&nbsp; They weren't the slimy, gritty sensation that he got from the monsters he fought on a regular basis, they weren't pure muscle and sinew - no, humans were all soft skin and pillowy warmth, big eyes and intricate little hands.&nbsp; They were kind of nice, sometimes - when they weren't throwing shit at him and calling him a monster.&nbsp; He wondered sometimes how he had felt to Liz, because touching him was different for her too - his temperature was always intense, almost hot to the touch, his skin didn't have the same give as a human's, his was firmer, smooth except for the scars he had collected.<br><br>Hellboy's eyes slowly shifted to the hand on his shoulder, then back to Myers, his expression thin as the human became - painfully sincere.&nbsp; Hellboy felt a sort of twisting agony deep in his chest because he knew that Myers knew, just the way everyone knew what had happened - but he didn't want to think about it.&nbsp; <br><br>He lifted his arm to firmly knock the man's hand away from him,<br><br>"<em>Ah</em>," Hellboy said, a noise that sounded frustrated, and then he raised his stony index finger and pointed it under Myers' nose, "I - <em>don't</em> - need help.&nbsp; <em>Alright</em>?&nbsp; You got it?&nbsp; I don't need help from you or anyone, so don't go thinkin' I do."<br><br>He stepped back then, putting distance between them, one of the few times Hellboy had acquiesced and been the first to step away, if only because he couldn't be that close to that much sincerity without having to worry he might get some on him.&nbsp; It was an unspoken rule; Hellboy didn't talk about his problems.&nbsp; Except with Abe.&nbsp; <br><br>While wasted.<br><br>But Abe didn't handle alcohol well, the world turned upside down for him after two, and these days Hellboy was scarcely willing to talk with anyone - as much as he missed the skinny blue guy, he couldn't handle knowing that he would be able to read everything he was feeling.&nbsp; He didn't want Abe reading him, even if it happened inadvertently.<br><br>"Do yourself a favour and get the hell out Myers, go to - I don't know, go to Canada or something.&nbsp; This place eats guys like you." Hellboy said, turning away, waving a hand dismissively, pausing to absently scratch one of his cats under the chin.&nbsp; Right then, Hellboy's tail was simply dragging, where it would have normally been as active as the rest of him; it wasn't an encouraging sight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>29-06-2009, 17:21:34</strong>
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				Even though it hadn't been his original intent, John felt like he'd established some small sort of victory. He'd discovered a weakness, a crack in Hellboy's shield. Touch. The demon didn't want to be touched. Or, perhaps, he <em>did</em>. And that concept was infinitely more terrifying to the demon. He followed after him as he stepped away, stepping around faster so that he was standing in front of him once again. <br><br>"I've heard. Since I left, we've lost over 15 field agents. Guys like me aren't meant to do this job. But . . . we do it anyway. We do it because it needs to be done, and because we want to. "<br><br>He paused, to peer at Hellboy searchingly. <br><br>"I know you feel responsible. But every single person here is here because they want to be. Because this is something worth fighting for." <br><br>Again, he ventured a touch. He placed a hand on both of Hellboy's arms, at the forearm near the elbow. He felt the muscly sinew shift beneath his hand. That incredible, unnatural heat radiating from him. It wasn't like touching a human. But it wasn't unpleasant, either. <br><br>"You can't let yourself keep feeling responsible for everything. For them, or . . . for her."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>29-06-2009, 17:42:58</strong>
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				Yeah, they'd lost a lot of men.&nbsp; <br><br>Most of them had been guys that Hellboy had grown up around, some of them were guys who had been nearing their pensions, guys with wives and kids at home who thought that their husbands and fathers worked some office job because that was what they had to tell them.&nbsp; Classified information and stuff; they couldn't tell them anything, and the families would never know the truth, just that they had lost someone they loved.&nbsp; Hellboy had never had a whole lot of people close to him because of what he was, but these days they were dropping off like flies and the one common link was him.<br><br>Alright, so maybe he was blaming himself a bit.&nbsp; But as far as Hellboy was concerned, it wasn't any of Myers' damn business.<br><br>He let out a grunt of annoyance when the Agent popped up in front of him again, and Hellboy swayed on the spot for a moment to stop his own momentum and keep himself from ramming into the smaller man.<br><br>"Humans do this job 'cause they think they can," Hellboy said, "But they can't, fifteen dead ones is a good indication, don't ya think?"<br><br>His head snapped down when John touched him again, one hand on his forearm, one on the organic, stony part of his other arm.&nbsp; He scowled deeply, because now the agent was digging into sore spots,<br><br>"Myers," he said warningly, his voice a low growl now, and he jerked his arms back, then jabbed the human in the centre of his chest with one big stone finger; it was a small motion, but with Hellboy's strength, it would be nearly enough to knock the other man off balance, "<em>Watch it</em>."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>29-06-2009, 17:58:29</strong>
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				John wasn't shaken, by the finger. He'd braced for it, and managed to keep his feet locked firmly on the floor. Sure, it had hurt, and he might have a bruise the next day, but it was nothing he couldn't handle. His expression hardened, and he gave his own growl. <br><br>"No, how about you watch it, Hellboy. Whether you like it or not, people are still going to keep coming here. They're going to keep taking this job, either for idealism or bravado or whatever motive you want to ascribe to them. They're going to keep coming, and the best, the <em>best</em> thing you can hope to do is give it your all, and hope that they can manage on their own. But recklessly endangering yourself is <em>not</em> the same as giving it your all."<br><br>He reached behind him, unzipped his backpack, and pulled out a wrinkled folder, slamming it onto the bar. <br><br>"Yeah, you're pretty close to invincible. But who do you think the monster of the week turns on when you're slammed through a church wall," he tapped the folder once, "thrown off a bridge," tapped it again, "or eaten by a giant sea monster?" a final tap, for emphasis. <br><br>"If I can't get through to you on why -your- life matters. On what you mean to the world, and to me, and to <em>her</em>, maybe I can get through to you about this. The United States government is debating how viable you are in your present state. If you don't get your act together, their is a small minority that is presently petitioning for . . . " The word hung in his throat. He had to drop his head, then. He couldn't look at Hellboy when he said it. If the rest of his words had been forceful, and confident, this one was barely a whisper, choked out, "liquidation." <br><br>He raised his gaze back up to Hellboy. <br><br>"And if that happens, the world doesn't stop. The things that go bump in the night don't crawl back to their holes and wait for the next super-powered red guy. Normal, human men still have to do this job, it doesn't ever stop. And if you're not around . . . well, 15 is going to seem marginal."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>29-06-2009, 18:16:34</strong>
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				Hellboy simmered; anger was building inside of him, but he knew it was a defense mechanism, because he was painfully aware of the fact that Myers was right, goddammit - he just didn't want him to be.&nbsp; Truth was, Hellboy was the human race's biggest asset when it came to beating back the things that wanted to eat them, if only because he didn't stop, didn't give in, and didn't die.&nbsp; <br><br>He always told them to let him go it alone, but they always brought others - others who were decidedly softer than him, others who would snap like twigs if they got thrown through concrete, would hurl up their own tissue when they inhaled a little poisonous gas.&nbsp; When it came to the paranormal, they could never cover all the bases, they could just go in blindly and hope they could figure it out on the move.<br><br>Somewhere in the expression of anger, gold eyes showed a measure of hurt.<br><br>"Liquidated." Hellboy repeated flatly, because he knew it was just a fancy-pants diplomatic way of saying they would become prisoners, rather than employees.&nbsp; It didn't take a genius to know what they would do - Abe would end up right back where he started, hanging around in some damn test-tube, or worse, strapped to a dissection table so the scientists could see how he worked first-hand.<br><br>They'd never be able to hurt him of course, best they could do was chain him up or put him on display.<br><br>"Yeah," Hellboy said vaguely, looking distant, his voice still lined with a tight anger, "Well, I'm here.&nbsp; I'm doin' the job like I always do, gettin' it done - methods are the same they always been and the governments' been lookin' for an excuse to shut us down for years.&nbsp; I don't even try t'leave anymore, gimme some points for bein' a good dog here and get outta my face already."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>29-06-2009, 18:27:31</strong>
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				John slammed his hand down on the table. <br><br>"Bullshit!"<br><br>This time it was his turn to be angry. Like Hellboy, he was quickly becoming a veritable cauldron of bad feelings - anger, hurt, frustration. The more that Hellboy resisted him, the more desperate John's need to break through to him became. And, as a result, the less polite his methods. He was pretty, sleep-deprived, after all. He was going to be a little more rash.<br><br>" 'Gettin' it done'? Is that what you call it? Because it looks to me like you're sitting around and moping all day, feeling sorry for yourself. And when we actually -do- need you, you throw yourself into it without any regard for anything or anyone, because of some stupid desire to - what, punish yourself? You think if you get beaten down enough times that maybe the pain will stop? That you'll just stop feeling it?" He stepped forward, his shoulders shaking now. "Or maybe you're hoping for a more direct route. Hoping that maybe one day you'll run into something that -can- kill you. That way you'll get to die the martyr, and really stick it to her and everyone else. Make them feel <em>real damn sorry</em> for you." <br><br>He was getting into really, really dangerous territory now. But he was angry enough that it didn't matter. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the trinket, before slamming it to the floor and crushing it with his heel. <br><br>He glared at Hellboy, his eyes hard. But it was obvious it was just an act. He was in real pain, right now. <br><br>"Little late for that. I already feel sorry for you. You're not a good dog. You're a whiny bitch." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>29-06-2009, 19:08:48</strong>
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				Hellboy could feel his own temperature rising, could feel heat flushing into his temple and into the flat, sanded surfaces where his horns grew, he could feel the sickening, dark sensation in his stomach that was trying to claw its way up his chest - it was a feeling that wanted to leap from his body and tear out John's throat.&nbsp; After all his years in the B.P.R.D, Hellboy hadn't hurt his team-mates - the closest he had come was pitching particularly heavy things at Manning, but he'd always aimed to miss.<br><br>None of them had ever been stupid enough to goad him to this extent and it left part of him wondering if there was some masochist deep inside of John Myers that was urging him to do what he was doing right then.<br><br>If that was the case, he was dangerously close to getting what he wanted, because Hellboy's hand was digging into the front of John's shirt, fingers curling around the material, gathering it into his fist, <br><br>"Let's get this straight," Hellboy snarled out, and all he needed was smoke billowing from his nose right then; he tugged on Myers' shirt, yanking the man closer,<br><br>"I been doing this job for decades, you got it?&nbsp; Decades, long before you got your fancy-ass education, long before you were even a twinkle in ya mama's eye - I don't need you walkin' in here pullin' your psychology crap on me."<br><br>His eyes flicked down, down towards the thing that had been crushed into the ground; though it was broken, Hellboy's years of experience in the field told him what he was looking at - it was a talisman.&nbsp; Myers had brought a goddamn talisman with him, he'd been planning for Hellboy's anger, and that fact caused a sick sensation inside of him, knowing he was so predictable.<br><br>"But ya want me angry?" he asked, his voice almost mild.<br><br>Suddenly he was hefting Myer's up, lifting him by his clothes so his feet hung several inches above the ground,<br><br>"<em>I'm angry now Myers!&nbsp; What now?</em>" his voice was booming as he took a few steps forward and he was pushing Myers into the wall, effectively trapping him, "What was the plan, huh?&nbsp; Wait for me to get angry enough, use your little trinket and let me crumple beneath you?&nbsp; You're no different from the rest of your kind!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>29-06-2009, 19:33:48</strong>
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				John stared into Hellboy's eyes. He barely even flinched, as he was thrown against the wall. He wasn't scared. That was the weird thing. He was ready for whatever Hellboy would throw at him. He wasn't scared. <br><br>"That was the plan, yeah," he said, almost non-chalantly, "Manning called me weeks ago. Had the talisman shipped before I even got here. Told me all I had to do was press it to your chest, and you'd be no stronger than the average five year old." He peered a little deeper into Hellboy's eyes. They were blazing. "That was Manning's plan. Manning sucks at planning." <br><br>He dropped his gaze, looking past Hellboy to where the talisman was broken on the ground. <br><br>"He should have known I couldn't do it. I should have known. The second that I got a good look at you, I knew I could never do it."<br><br>He didn't know where to go, off of that. He couldn't even look Hellboy in the eyes, at this point. He felt sick. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>29-06-2009, 19:47:30</strong>
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				Of course it was Manning who had planned it; Manning liked that sort of thing, had always relished the political power he had over the B.P.R.D but had always been cowed by the sheer size of Hellboy.&nbsp; The balding, middle-aged director had made some semblance of peace with him months ago, but had reverted to his old ways, just the way Hellboy had - and now Manning was back to fantasizing about the day he could wield a more palpable sort of power over the demon who had made him look bad one too many times.<br><br>"Manning's plan," Hellboy repeated darkly; he discovered that for some reason, it stung a little that the thing had even been brought into the room - but he batted that feeling away, tried to focus on his anger, but he felt it dwindling when Myers looked away from him.&nbsp; The human looked forlorn enough that it was difficult to keep up the fierce rage, even if he was feeling a little astonished, somehow even a little betrayed by this whole thing.<br><br>But he also knew not to expect any different; or he should have known anyways.<br><br>He pulled his face into a miserable sort of sneer, shoved his hand forward once, then let out an aggravated noise,<br><br>"<em>Feh</em>."<br><br>He let go then, dropped Myers and moved away to let him sort himself out; Hellboy scuffed a bare foot against the ground, knocking away bits of the broken talisman with an expression of distaste.<br><br>"Just get the hell out, Myers." he repeated.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>29-06-2009, 19:57:22</strong>
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				John stayed against the wall, his legs shaking slightly. He heard what the demon said. Knew that it was probably the correct course of action. But didn't move. Couldn't move. He knew that if he left now, he might never get through the Hellboy again. He couldn't let that happen. <br><br>Meanwhile, the talisman was smoking slightly, on the ground. The faint smell of something burning was palpable to both of them. Myers, more than Hellboy. His head felt clogged. He felt sick, and upset. He had betrayed Hellboy's trust. He hated himself. Hellboy hated him. <br><br>He stumbled forward, and without a second thought wrapped his arms around Hellboy's midsection, pulling himself closely into a tight hug, pressing his face against the small of Hellboy's back. The flesh felt unusually hot. And the fogged feeling in his head was getting worse by the second. Hellboy would most likely feel it too. <br><br>"I'm sorry . . . I never . . . I wouldn't . . . I'm so sorry . . . for Liz, for the twins, for Clay . . . I'm so, so sorry . . ." <br><br>His speech was slurring slightly. Residual magic. The faintest part of the back of his mind recognized that. When he'd smashed the talisman, all it's energy had poured out. Or was pouring out. There was no real <em>power</em> behind it anymore. But it would give anyone nearby quite the headrush. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>29-06-2009, 20:26:04</strong>
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				That was the end of it.<br><br>Or - that should have been the end of it anyways; the demon had turned away and was about to dissappear back into his self-imposed exile, was heading across the room - but then there was a distinct drag.&nbsp; It wasn't enough to physically stop him of course, but it was a strange enough feeling that he stopped to look anyways.<br><br>Lifting his arms at his sides, Hellboy grunted and looked down at his waist - and found skinny arms were wrapped around it, he jerked his head back up when he felt something pressing against his skin, and realized it was Myers' face, somewhere around the level of his lower back, just an inch above the base of his tail.&nbsp; <br><br>Hellboy wasn't too sure of what was normal these days, but he was sure this didn't fall into that classification.&nbsp; <br><br>"Hey," Hellboy said, a sound of confused protest and he twisted around to try and see the other man, but couldn't see much of him from his current position, "Myers, what the hell?"<br><br>Suddenly the agent was sounding - almost panicky, anguished and - nearly incoherent.&nbsp; In fact, he was starting to garble his words in a way that had Hellboy wondering if the human had knocked back a bit of liquid courage before coming in.<br><br>"Myers?" he repeated, and it occurred to him that the world was looking a bit off-kilter now, making the demon himself feel a little drunk, he blinked hard and tried to shake it off - then the realization hit him.&nbsp; He turned towards the talisman, now spread across the room in tiny pieces, and saw that it was letting off plumes of purple-grey smoke that were curling into the air, spreading around and seeping through the door frame and dissappating around them.<br><br>For an instant, Hellboy hung his head.<br><br>"Crap." he groused, staggering and setting a hand against the wall as his head filled with a similar smoke, and then there was a sound of faint amusement in his voice - it was funny in the sense that it wasn't funny at all, because now that it was in the air, it would go away when it was damn well ready to.<br><br>"Ya just hadda crush it, couldn't have thrown it in the garbage; don't do me any favours here, Myers." he said, and his own speech had begun to slur.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>29-06-2009, 20:34:16</strong>
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				John's grip evidently wasn't very tight, as when Hellboy moved he fell onto the floor, after making only the slightest of efforts to hold on. The stuff hit him, a human, a whole lot worse than it hit Hellboy. He grunted, as he collided with the ground, laying out, splayed, where he was. <br><br>"S-sorry for that too . . ." he whimpered, trying to pull himself to his feet, failing, and falling backwards. " 's your fault fer bein' so stupid, anyway . . ." Some of his mid-western accent was shining through. A good sign that he was something very similar to shit-faced. <br><br>He placed his hands over his face, trying to center himself. He could still feel Hellboy's warmth. The specific feel of his torso, and stomach. <br><br>"I'm the one that should be mad at you, stupid . . . you sent me away . . . you stupid son-of-a- . . ." <br><br>He trailed off, curling onto his side, holding his head in his hands. Too many thoughts. All of them melting together. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>29-06-2009, 20:50:00</strong>
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				"My fault!" Hellboy exclaimed, turning his eyes away from the wall so he could look over at Myers who, at that point, was on the floor and struggling to even form coherent sentances.&nbsp; Somewhere along the lines what had initially been a loaded, involved conversation had devolved into a pissing contest as the two B.P.R.D agents staggered and struggled against the blow that the unleashed magic had dealt them.&nbsp; <br><br>But at least pissing contests were familiar territory; Hellboy could deal with pissing contests.<br><br>"My fault," he repeated, "You're the one who stamped on the thing, that makes you the idiot here, not me.&nbsp; See, 'cause I know what happens when you bust talismans, it's why you don't see me goin' around smashin' em, right?&nbsp; I thought you were educated!"<br><br>Hellboy dropped to the ground and ended up on his ass; he shook his head again, trying once more to clear the smoke curling inside his skull because he was sure he couldn't spare any brain cells these days.<br><br>"S'right, I suggested they send you away," Hellboy said, "And the funny thing was that they listened to me for once.&nbsp; 'Cause - 'cause I wanted to bust your head in, and you know why."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>29-06-2009, 20:56:17</strong>
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				John is holding his head, with his elbows pressed against his chest, a few movements away from being in a fetal position. It was almost painful. All these thoughts, emotions, swirling and pounding and demanding to be given voice. The human mind wasn't supposed to work like this. He felt everything at once - rage, sorrow, shame, pride, hatred, lust, envy, ecstasy. But he pushed it all down. All down, except for one key sentence.<br><br>"It's not my fault that I love you . . ." he whimpered, before he completed the fetal position, the din inside of his mind almost deafening, at this point. <br><br>Mercifully, the talisman was not one of the stronger ones. It began to fade, barely a minute after he said it, slowly but surely returning the two men's minds back to normal.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>29-06-2009, 21:13:00</strong>
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				Hellboy had been expecting a sharp comeback, something smart and snippy from Myers given his current track record and the way that the talisman had knocked them both stupid - he had been expecting an insult, a threat, a stinging commentary on his personality.&nbsp; Any of those, he would have seen coming - but he sure as hell hadn't been expecting what came out.<br><br>For a moment, Myers writhed on the floor and then he said it, said - that - and Hellboy looked as though someone had just struck him in the face with a sledgehammer.&nbsp; First he flinched, then he froze, went completely motionless just sitting on the floor with his legs stretched out in front of him, arms hanging down at his sides, eyes pinned onto the curled form of the human.<br><br>Then he gaped; his mouth fell open of its own accord, though nothing else on him seemed to move.<br><br>After a painfully long period of quiet, his voice worked again and he said:<br><br>"Buh?"<br><br>He blinked, his brows furrowed, his jaw shifted; his head cocked to the side,<br><br>"This'd better not be Manning's plan too." he said, a bleak attempt at a joke mostly because he was unsure if he'd heard what he had just heard.&nbsp; It must have been the magic, it must have - gotten into his ears or something and messed him up because there was no way that Myers had just said that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>30-06-2009, 01:23:05</strong>
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				John was grateful for the growing clarity. And horrified at what it's abscence had led him to say. As he slowly regained composure, he managed to sit up. He was red enough to rival Hellboy. He shook the last of the fog from his head, before looking over his shoulder at the red giant. <br><br>"I-I . . ." <br><br>He tries to pull himself to his feet, but can't quite manage it yet. <br><br>"I-I'm sorry, I should go, I can't . . ." <br><br>Again, another attempt to stand. This time, he managed to get to his feet, only to make it three steps, and drop to a knee. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>30-06-2009, 01:33:53</strong>
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				Hellboy had long ago concluded that life was weird and that there was very little consistency through the course of time - so he had learned to roll with the punches in order to survive it all, but once in a while life dropped one hell of a bomb into his lap.<br><br>This was one of those times.<br><br>Even worse, just like all those other delicate times, Hellboy had no idea what he should do - he was sure there was something he should be saying right then, but he couldn't for the life of him figure out what it was.&nbsp; Up until a few seconds ago, he had been convinced he was hearing things, or that maybe Myers was making some weird joke, but the way the guy was slowly turning a shade of lobster red told Hellboy that things were - complicated.<br><br>He wasn't good with complicated.<br><br>For an instant he watched Myers struggling to his feet, watched him head for the door, and subsequently watched him fall to his knees again.&nbsp; There was a moment of hesitation, and then Hellboy got to his feet, moving over to take hold of Myers' upper arm and get him standing,<br><br>"You're not allowed to drink.&nbsp; Ever." Hellboy said gruffly, "'Cause I don't wanna see what that looks like."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>30-06-2009, 01:52:45</strong>
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				John tried to shrug off Hellboy's touch, but his grip was firm. With the other man's help, he managed to straighten himself up, and steady himself, reaching up to rub his temple with the palm of his hand. <br><br>"I think you just did . . ." he managed to get out. Hellboy was too close. Way too close. He needed at least three feet of distance between them. He stepped away, and managed to stay standing. <br><br>"I don't suppose I actually passed out, and any embarrassing and terrible things said were purely a result of my addled subconscious, huh?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>30-06-2009, 02:01:52</strong>
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				Hellboy had a few options right then; the first was denial, to pretend nothing had been said, push it into some mental vault with all of the other things he made efforts to forget, and move on.&nbsp; The second was to acknowledge and confront what had been said because it was the sort of thing that tended to bite someone in the ass somewhere down the road.<br><br>As it turned out, Hellboy was much better at confronting slathering, clawed monsters than he was at facing down emotions.<br><br>"Somethin' like that," Hellboy replied, mirroring Myers' motion, adding a little more space between the two of them, like they were being propelled from eachother by the sheer force of the words hanging between them.&nbsp; Hellboy wasn't sure what to make of it all, he just knew that he was puzzled by Myers right then.<br><br>And in the library, drifting slowly in his tank, Abe found himself suddenly sure that things were going to get better; he just wasn't certain why he was thinking it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>30-06-2009, 02:07:22</strong>
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				John was staring off into space, right then. He didn't know what to say. Didn't know what to do. He had told himself that he could be brave, be confident, be smart and quick-witted. That dealing with Hellboy would be no problem. He reached up, to touch his facial scruff, lightly. He sighed softly, and shook his head. <br><br>"I meant it . . . I'd prefer it to have never been said. But I meant it." <br><br>He moved for the doorway. There was nothing more to say, now. He wanted to shower. And shave. And sleep forever. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>30-06-2009, 02:33:43</strong>
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				Love, as Hellboy had come to learn, was something that happened to others.&nbsp; It wasn't a lesson he had been taught, so much as one that he had just kind of - picked up via observation over the years.&nbsp; There was the mistaken belief amongst humans that non-humans could never fully comprehend the concept of love, but the fact was that he had loved Liz for years before she finally managed to admit to returning the feeling.&nbsp; Sure, it had taken nearly getting his head ripped off by a tentacled beast and yanking her soul back from the other side in order to get that confession, but as far as he was concerned, it was worth it - and he would do it again and again, every day of his life if it meant she would come back to him.<br><br>But she wouldn't; that much had been made clear, because all the other times he had been sure she would come back eventually, but this time there was a painful finality to it all, as though she had mentally cut the ties between them.&nbsp; After all, she had learned to master her ability - she had the means to live a normal life these days.&nbsp; A human life, one where she no longer had to bounce between mental hospitals in an effort to keep her pyrokinetics in check.<br><br>He'd barely gotten around to accepting that it was over, but the presence of <em>that word</em> in his life was confusing for him - moreso because of who it was coming from.&nbsp; He told himself that none of it made any damn sense, and that he should write it off as some exhaustion-induced hysteria on Myers' part, the guy looked like hell after all.<br><br>He would have written it off, if Myers hadn't confirmed it for a second time before heading for the door, leaving Hellboy standing in place, staring at the door for a long time with a cat curled around his shoulders.&nbsp; Eventually he reached up and scratched it behind the ear,<br><br>"What the hell is going on?" he asked finally, and the cat had no reasonable response.&nbsp; Figured.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>30-06-2009, 02:52:30</strong>
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				John grimaced, and exhaled through his teeth, at the particularly nasty cut on his cheek, where his hand had slipped. Damn it. This is why he didn't shave while he was tired. He reached for a piece of tissue, to dab at the wound gingerly, before beginning to shave once more, returning his face to the baby-soft smoothness that it had once been. <br><br>He felt good, physically. Clean, and fresh, and slightly rejuvenated. The water pressure at the BPRD was heaven, when compared with the tiny, cramped shower that he'd had to put up with in the Antarctica base, which would not so much spray as it would dribble out onto you. He actually felt clean, for once.<br><br>But that didn't change the fact that he felt like complete and total shit, whenever he thought about Hellboy. He'd wrecked it. He'd had an advantage, and then he'd wrecked it. He reached up, and rubbed his tired eyes, before peering at himself in the mirror. God, he was stupid. Really, really stupid. He dabbed at the wound again, before hitting the lights, and heading into his bedroom, to lay down on the lumpy, uncomfortable mattress. It still felt better than the once in Antarctica. <br><br>He rolled over onto his side, to stare at the wall. Hellboy - Hellboy, Hellboy, Hellboy. It was all he could think about. Why did he smash the talisman? Why had he said those things? Why did he have to screw up after only having been here for a couple of hours?<br><br>"Shit," he muttered, before closing his eyes, and falling fitfully to sleep. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>30-06-2009, 18:42:07</strong>
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				Sleep hadn't been coming easily to Hellboy for a long time now, but that night in particular left him wandering his room, mentally lingering somewhere between his steady anguish, confusion, and inexplicable rage as he paced back and forth.&nbsp; He was unclear on what had just happened - he knew that Myers had come in looking for a fight, that much was clear enough, knew that he had come with a talisman and had been co-ordinating with Manning to the extent that he'd brought it with him.<br><br>He knew that they'd both been effected by the magic that had escaped the thing.<br><br>But here's where it got weird, because somewhere along the line John had used - the word - and Hellboy wasn't so clear on how that got brought up, just that the word was being directed at him, but it made no sense because - well because Myers was - <em>Myers</em>.&nbsp; He'd sent the guy away because he'd been after Liz for god's sake, he'd been putting his arm around her and flirting with her and getting her coffees, he'd wanted Liz.&nbsp; That was how it worked.<br><br>And now, somewhere amidst the mourning that he denied he was engaging in, Hellboy found himself also thinking about Myers curled up on his floor, whimpering and wide-eyed and spilling out a confession that Hellboy was having trouble processing.&nbsp; <br><br>The assignment orders had barely come through the tubes the next morning before Hellboy was slinging on his belt and holstering the Samaritan, his expression set into one that indicated a man ready for a fight.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>30-06-2009, 18:49:29</strong>
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				John was waiting by the BPRD transport. Despite the fact that their operations were now public, the funds weren't there to provide them with anything but te same dump truck that they'd always had. It wasn't stylish, but it worked well enough. John was dressed in full suit and tie, was shaved, and looked infinitely better than the day prior. When Hellboy stepped into the loading bay, however, he turned a slightly darker color, and walked away, to make sure that all of Hellboy's weapons were in line. <br><br>Finding that they were, in fact, exactly how he left them three minutes ago, he turned on his heel, almost colliding with Abe. <br><br>"Oops, sorry Blue," he muttered, patting the amphibious man on the shoulder, before walking back towards the transport. Hellboy was clambering in. He looked at him, briefly, and muttered "Be careful." before heading for the front. There was no way he was riding in the back with the others, today. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>01-07-2009, 01:16:21</strong>
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				Despite his premature enthusiasm for the mission, Hellboy was the last to board the dump truck - he figured he was either getting slow, or the others were just as bored as he was these days.&nbsp; Of course, he wasn't sure Myers had the capacity to be bored just yet - he'd only just arrived the previous evening, and things had already gone awry, to say the least.<br><br>A general study of the agent told him that he was doing better than he had been the previous night; he still looked like he needed a week worth of sleep, but the five o'clock shadow was gone, his hair was neat, and his suit was pressed and adjusted.<br><br>And his face was red.<br><br>Hellboy let out a non-commital grunt when Myers told him to be careful; it was a blanket statement that people had been using on the demon for years, telling him to watch himself, be aware, be alert - but he wasn't so sure there was any level of safety precaution high enough for the kind of work they did.&nbsp; Ultimately Hellboy had decided that safety was something that happened to others, a mindset he'd had long before - everything - had happened.&nbsp; Just, these days he tended to go beyond being unconcerned with safety to almost trying to defy it.<br><br>And Abe - Abe looked as calm as he always did, but he was doing that thing, the thing that he always did when he was aware of some underlying tension.&nbsp; It was a casual cock of the head, a surreptitious glance to his surroundings as he made connections; Blue knew that something was up and Hellboy wondered if even he would be able to sort it out.<br><br>Of course, then Myers went and touched him, and he watched Abe turn slowly on the spot to observe the human heading to the front of the truck, and continue his turn without pausing so he could look at Hellboy.&nbsp; Those big, orb-like eyes pinned onto him, and Hellboy grimaced.<br><br>Abe's head cocked, Hellboy's grimace grew deeper; the blue guy said nothing, but Hellboy knew that John had just unintentionally told their mutual friend what had happened, and had just granted him insight to those - thoughts.<br><br>"Hm." Abe ventured, and Hellboy sat down heavily and scowled, because he couldn't think of a damn thing to say to that.&nbsp; He found himself making a mental note, however, to talk to Abe about it later, maybe after plying him with a beer or two.<br><br>The truck rumbled out of the B.P.R.D and began its journey into the city; Abe plucked up a leather portfolio then, gingerly removing a few papers,<br><br>"You'll like this one," Abe said pleasantly, "It's in an abandoned warehouse."<br><br>"Why would I like that?" Hellboy asked suspiciously.<br><br>"Because it's a shipyard; plenty of hiding places." Abe replied crisply, "A group of teenagers went in for - recreational purposes - and only one of them returned home, but she was catatonic."<br><br>"Ominous; sounds promising." Hellboy replied, "Any ideas on what it is, aside from the solution to teen pregnancy?"<br><br>"Mm," Abe murmured, turning the paper around in his hand then giving a shrug of his shoulders, "Doesn't say."<br><br>"Great.&nbsp; Thanks." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>01-07-2009, 04:53:59</strong>
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				John had only just put together the implications of that brief touch with Abe as they began to pull out, and he immediately began to kick himself. He began looking over his own copy of the report, biting his lip and looking antsy. The driver of the transport looked over at him a couple of times, like he wanted to ask what was wrong, but said nothing in the end. After all, John associated with the weirdos in the back. It would stand to reason that he was a little less-than-normal. Of course, this was a great understatement. <br><br>As they pulled up to warehouse that would serve as the location for their operation, John couldn't believe how terrified he would have been, a little over a year before. A giant, rusted giant, looming over them, the darkness inside of it almost seemed aggressive. Like it would seek out whatever light that entered and crush it itself. Now, though, he just . . . well, he felt much more terrified of the other crisis in his life, than anything else. After all - these were just monsters. This wasn't inter-personal communication. <br><br>That said, he couldn't imagine <em>anyone</em> thinking that playing hanky-panky in the giant empty warehouse was a good idea. <br><br>John was waiting for the other three, when the doors to the dump truck loaded. He was loading bullets into his small arm. <br><br>"Abe, you're the chief tactical officer, here. What's the plan?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>03-07-2009, 01:49:49</strong>
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				Despite the relatively secure isolation of the area, the dump truck pulled under a tarp by the warehouse garage to block the view of anyone who might happen to be passing by.&nbsp; Even with the recent outing of the B.P.R.D, they wanted to lay low and avoid any further publicity - it had always been meant to be a secret organization the way so many government sectors were, but Hellboy's frustration, especially at the time, had been understandable.&nbsp; The realization that he was engaging in a war of humans versus supernaturals and he was no longer sure which category he fell into - it had shaken him to his very foundation, because Hellboy had always gone by the belief that, regardless of his appearance, he was a human at the heart of him.&nbsp; <br><br>Rasputin hadn't been able to change that, not even when Hellboy had allowed his name to be invoked, not when his horns had grown and the world had become dark for him and filled with emptiness and fire, because he'd done it for Liz.&nbsp; <br><br>In the truck, Hellboy found himself looking at the cross that had been burnt into his palm.<br><br>No, that hadn't changed him; it had made him feel more strongly that he was human.&nbsp; That humans were a good thing most of the time, worth saving.&nbsp; But Nuada had been the first to give him doubts, the first to nearly convince him - and for a few moments, he could have controlled the mechanical army to do anything.&nbsp; He could have destroyed the race that rejected him and called him a monster and saved the ones that would accept him.<br><br>He didn't.&nbsp; But he'd thought about it for half a second.<br><br>He looked up at Myers' question, directed at Abe, but he knew the answer,<br><br>"I'm gonna go in and see what it is," Hellboy said, jerking a thumb towards the warehouse, "You're gonna stay out here, and Abe's gonna research.&nbsp; It'll be fun."<br><br>The truck opened and Hellboy was stepping out, jacket flapping behind him as he strode towards the building; it was a huge place, cement walls and rickety looking tin doors, the kind that could be pried up with a car jack by a couple of kids no problem - and it looked as though it had been, and hastily shoved back into place later, probably by the security who came by earlier.&nbsp; Hellboy leaned down and, with his stone hand, grabbed the edge of the tin door and lifted; it didn't slide up into the hinge like it should have, but instead folded up like an accordion against the force of his strength.<br><br>For an instant, Hellboy observed this result and then shrugged,<br><br>"If something big and ugly comes chargin' out, and it's not me, ya might wanna - I dunno, shoot it or something, alright Myers?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>03-07-2009, 05:31:37</strong>
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				Myers had been expecting that. Not that he actually had a plan to accommodate the situation - he'd just been expecting it. He finished loading his gun, and settled in step behind Hellboy, keeping about 10 feet between them. This was good. He was in his element here. He didn't have to worry about what was said yesterday. It was all business. <br><br>At the dirty look that Hellboy would undoubtably send him when he realized that he was being followed, John would shrug. <br><br>"Hey, you get to do whatever you want. Why shouldn't I?"<br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>03-07-2009, 12:30:08</strong>
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				Hellboy realized it was probably unreasonable for him to expect Myers to actually stay back; as mousy as the guy could be sometimes, he was also pretty damn stubborn - having been trained in negotiations and hostage situations, he would have to be.&nbsp; He'd been somewhat proud of the agent when he'd learned that background, not that he'd ever tell him that.<br><br>He threw a sideways glance at John before looking ahead once more; sure, they were alone, just the two of them, but neither were about to bring up the topic of the previous night, in fact, Hellboy had practically buried it already.&nbsp; Hit it with the shovel and buried it, in fact.<br><br>"'Cause you squish easier than I do." Hellboy replied; the inside was enormous and dark with wide hallways and a huge piping; Hellboy's eyes went to the pipes and he ended up thinking out loud, "Pretty damn big heating ducts."<br><br>A lot of things could fit in there.&nbsp; A lot of nasty, flexible things.<br><br>The first hallway led into the main area of the warehouse; the inside was cavernous and filled with dusty old wooden crates, a few forgotten tools, and a couple tractors covered in clear tarps; it all smelled of decay.&nbsp; He took a step forward, and something crunched and then - squished - beneath his foot and Hellboy took a step back, lifting his foot to find a sticky line of something faintly green attached to the sole of his boot, slowly dripping off of it.<br><br>"Huh." Hellboy said out loud, going onto his haunches and taking out his flashlight to get a better look; whatever he had stepped on was now a mass of the same clear green thick fluid, and something - crushed and black.&nbsp; He spoke into his com, "Hey, Abe, what's black and green and sticky all over?"<br><br>Abe's voice came back across the com,<br><br><em>"You'll have to be more specific."</em><br><br>"Yeah, don't like that answer." Hellboy grunted and let the flashlight beam across the floor; there was something a few feet from Myers, about the size of a baseball, white, and sticky-shiny.&nbsp; Hellboy's eyebrows furrowed, and with the light on it, the thing began to wriggle; he rose to his feet again and very slowly raised the flashlight towards the ceiling.&nbsp; Hanging from the ducts in a shape similar to an upside-down pyramid, were thousands of the same, "Aw hell, Abe, we got eggs here."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>03-07-2009, 20:38:21</strong>
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				John felt his stomach turn, at the site of the enormous cluster of slimy, puss-filled abominations. Even now, he had a hard time looking at stuff like that. Sure, he'd hardened in Antarctica. But so did everything else. Slime was usually replaced with hard, frigid ice or course fur. So he still hadn't gotten used to the gross-out factor, for stuff like this. <br><br>"Means there's a momma somewhere nearby . . " he muttered under his breath, "And she aint gonna be too happy about us in her nest." <br><br>He reached down to his belt, and pulled out what looked like . . . a can of hair-spray? <br><br>"I'm thinking we should probably get rid of these as soon as possible. Sammael-spawn were fully grown in minutes, and I'd rather not deal with that again."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>03-07-2009, 21:17:08</strong>
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				Hellboy nodded slowly,<br><br>"Yeah," he said, "But these aren't Sammael."<br><br>He found his eyes lingering on the plastic-adorned tractors for a long time, and then he finally approached it, flashing the light onto it - he put out a hand and discovered it wasn't plastic, instead, his fingers pulled away with sticky, silvery strands that took jerking his arm away from to break.<br><br>"Hey Blue?&nbsp; Spiders.&nbsp; We got spiders." he said, lifting the flashlight to reveal that not only were the tractors covered in webbing, but there was an enormous, intricate web hanging overhead, "Big spiders."<br><br>Abe's reply came after a moment,<br><br><em>"Interesting."</em> he said, <em>"How big is 'big'?"</em><br><br>Something shifted high above, and he realized there was a small amount of light pouring in from a dusty glass pane in the ceiling, and not far below, there was a thick, enormous coccoon that was most definitely in the shape of -<br><br>"Uh, big enough to drag a human into its web and eat it?" Hellboy ventured.<br><br><em>"I see.&nbsp; The three students were only there yesterday night - it says here that the Tsuchigumo originates in the Japanese alps and can grow up to the size of a city bus - the adult needs to feed every few days; they inject their victims with a sedative to render them motionless, then coccoon them and store them.&nbsp; Are there any moving offspring?"</em> <br><br>"Looks like its all eggs." Hellboy said, and then looked over at John; something overhead made an unpleasant clicking, rattling noise, "I'm gonna go up there and check the - coccoons, I can get to them from the catwalk.&nbsp; Get your gun out."<br><br>He began away from Myers then, heading towards the distant metal staircase, and then the clicking became louder, more pronounced, and a shadow began to lurk above Myers - it was roughly the size of a small car, and if Myers were to look up, he would find himself staring into the face of an enormous spider, grey, covered in black stripes, and with a face full of glittering black eyes, fangs lifted in preparation to strike.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>03-07-2009, 21:23:47</strong>
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				John had honed his reflexes for this kind of thing exactly. The second that he heard the clicking grow louder, he looked up, finding himself face-to-face with something big, hairy, and very, very ugly. <br><br>"Hellboy!" he shouted, at the top of his lungs. But this wasn't a "Hellboy, come save me". It was a "Hellboy, your help would be appreciated while I do this".<br><br>He held up the strange bottle, pointing it squarely at the spiders multi-ocular face, and pressed down on the button on top. A jet of flames erupted from it, billowing out like a mini-flame thrower. With Liz gone, someone had to be the pyro. And if there's one thing John had learned in Antarctica - it was how to play with fire. He took several quick jump-steps back, keeping the flame locked squarely on the demon spider's face. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>03-07-2009, 21:37:09</strong>
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				Hellboy was half-way across the warehouse when he heard Myers shout, still running, he twisted his head around to look and saw the thing looming over the agent, enormous and unpleasant.&nbsp; It clicked as it came closer and closer, the massive pincers at the ready - until it got a face full of fire.&nbsp; The thing let out a shriek that sounded almost human, rearing up as the flames hit its face and lit the bristles of hair on fire; it brought up a leg and kicked it out at Myers, at the level of his chest,<br><br>"Crap!" Hellboy shouted, doing a full turn and running back the way he had just come from, bringing out the Samaritan; he let off a round, and discovered he was still a terrible shot.&nbsp; He needed to work on that.<br><br>Coming in as fast as he could, the spider was still swiping at its face, trying to put out the flames while it jabbed its feet at the agent in an attempt to strike him down.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>03-07-2009, 21:41:17</strong>
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				John bobbed and weaved as the beast lashed out at him, though he had to sacrifice his accuracy with the flame to do so. Still, he kept the stream going, the hairs on the creature's legs and abdomen now crackling as fire traveled over it's body. A hiss, and the flame began to die, causing him to pause. <br><br>"Shit," he muttered, just in time to be caught across the chest with one of the spider's legs, sending him flying a couple of feet backwards, to land on his rear, coughing and sputtering. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>03-07-2009, 21:54:35</strong>
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				The Tsuchigumo was letting out clicking and shrieking noises now as the flame spread across it; the unpleasant smell of burning hair began to fill the air, followed by the stench of the exoskeleton burning, and the spider crashed to the ground, twisting and rolling to try and extinguish the flames, flicking its legs out at random intervals to try and hit John a second time.<br><br><em>"Organs are in the abdomen."</em> Abe said helpfully, and Hellboy sighed.<br><br>While it writhed, the demon came down on it like a steam engine, drawing back his big stone fist and driving it into the abdomen once, twice, three times and then it punctured under the force and the spider let out another sharp shriek before Hellboy took the Samaritan and discharged it inside of the wound.<br><br>There was a violent spasming, the legs flailed and fluttered, and then the spider died, the fangs twisting and reaching for John even in its final moments.&nbsp; Hellboy withdrew the Samaritan from inside of the thing and shook it to rid it of some of the clear green blood; the stuff hit the ground with a wet splat before he looked over at Myers.<br><br>There was a pause, and then he approached him putting out a hand to yank him up onto his feet,<br><br>"I'm gonna go check the coccoons." he repeated, then added drily as he began towards the stairs, "How 'bout you come with me."<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>03-07-2009, 21:58:46</strong>
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				John rubbed his chest, still coughing softly. Stupid spiders. At the touch, he tensed a bit, but allowed himself to be pulled up. He dusted himself off, before following Hellboy, staying significantly closer this time than he had prior. <br><br>"Well . . . good work, team," he muttered, tossing the now-spent can aside. He'd have to get a couple more of those. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>03-07-2009, 22:15:03</strong>
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				"Yeah." Hellboy agreed vaguely, eyes on the webbing above as he climbed the staircase, boots clicking on the metal, occasionally punctuated by the unfortunate crunching-squishing noise of an egg bursting beneath him; he had long ago learned to ignore the repulsive aspect of the job.&nbsp; He had stuck his hands and head - and sometimes his entire body - into far too many disgusting things to be grossed out by it anymore.&nbsp; These days, a face full of pus was just cause for him to shrug and punch harder.<br><br>Up on the catwalk there was a better vantage of all of the steel beams overhead and a good view of the enormous spider webbing - there were three coccoons.<br><br>Grumbling, Hellboy climbed gracelessly over the railing and lowered himself onto one of the thick steel beams, beginning to walk across it; on his right he had a good view of the pyramid of eggs, all of them had been attached to the beams like cement because even when he toed at a couple of them, they barely shifted.&nbsp; Not good.<br><br>On his left was the web, and Hellboy considered the situation for a long moment before reaching for his belt, pulling out the zipline that Abe had affixed him with weeks ago, kneeling to wrap it around the beam, securing it, and using it to lower himself down where he hung roughly fifty feet above the ground.<br><br>He had to swing to move himself, but once his boot touched the web, it stuck securely enough to pull himself forward, and he began to painstakingly move across to the first coccoon; he touched it.&nbsp; It was decidedly cold, and when he pressed down on the chest, something at abdominal level made a horrible squishing noise, followed by the scent of rot.<br><br>Yeah, definitely dead.<br><br>He moved to the next one, but hesitated; his eyes flicked back to Myers, and his face showed a measure of dismay, but only for an instant,<br><br>"Looks like someone blew this guy up," Hellboy said nonchalantly; the coccoon had been viciously torn open, and the human inside was missing his face, chest hollowed out.&nbsp; He moved to the third, felt it, paused, felt it again, frowned, and then reached up and took hold of some of the webbing near the face, tearing at it.&nbsp; Another touch, and then Hellboy called back, "She's alive, Myers!"<br><br>A look over her,<br><br>"But she's hurt."<br><br>He set his feet in, grabbed hold of the coccooned body, yanked hard, got his jacket caught against the web, and let out a low growl of annoyance before pulling out a knife from his belt and sawing at the webbing.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>03-07-2009, 22:41:58</strong>
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				John had no idea what Hellboy planned to do. He couldn't very well cut the cacoon loose, and let them fall. And he was already close enough to falling that carrying her didn't seem like a good idea either. Still, he was the professional. John was just . . . the guy. At least one of the victims had survived. <br><br>"Of course," he said, trying to lighten the mood, "the chick is always the one to make it through the horror movies. Guess-" He paused, and then let that sentiment shrink away. It wasn't going anywhere good/non-awkward. "<em>Guys are just tastier</em>" he finished, mentally. He began to walk along the catwalk, trying to keep concurrent to Hellboy. <br><br>"Should we call the boys in to get rid of these eggs?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>03-07-2009, 22:49:24</strong>
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				"Urg." Hellboy said aloud, as webbing continued to stick to his jacket and boots, some of it even clinging to his chest, leaving a sheen of sticky silver along his torso as he wrenched the unconscious woman away.&nbsp; He gave John a sidelong look then, and a small smile pulled at the corner of his mouth, the first in a long time,<br><br>"Yeah, bet she's blonde, too." he said, then looked at the woman; she sure as hell didn't have more fun, though.&nbsp; With the woman in his stony arm, Hellboy began to use his other hand to adjust the zipline so it would pull him up, but it jerked midway along the line, catching on a thick strand of webbing that had jammed itself into the gears, "Dammit.&nbsp; Here, take her Myers." <br><br>He was about two feet away from the catwalk, swinging just below it, and he was pushing the wrapped body up towards Myers, and in the process his foot kicked against one of the eggs; it wriggled.<br><br>"We gotta take care of this ourselves - get her outside and get some charges from Abe, biggest we got, we gotta take this thing down before they stop being eggs and start munching on the city." he said, speaking into his com again, "Abe, we got a living woman here, Myers is bringin' her to ya, she's hurt bad."<br><br><em>"I'll ready the medical kit."</em> Abe confirmed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>03-07-2009, 22:53:55</strong>
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				John threw off his jacket in on effortless motion, reaching across to take the woman gingerly, wrapping it around her and pulling her up, to cradle her unconscious form. He gaze a sidelong look at Hellboy, before hurrying down the catwalk, making sure to bounce her as little as possible. Within seconds he was down, and out, taking her towards the warehouse doors. The truck was already ready to accommodate her, it's doors wide open and a small gurney set up. The BPRD would tend to her itself, so that she could be debriefed upon recovery. It wasn't the best system, but it was necessary. <br><br>As he settled her in, Abe and the rest were already gathering up supplies to blow the warehouse and it's disgusting little residents all the way to kingdom come. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>03-07-2009, 23:11:21</strong>
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				Abe was waiting at the door with the gurney, orb-like eyes falling to the woman; joined by the driver, they began working to pull away the webbing around her, and immediately there came the smell of sweat, dust, and something terribly organic.&nbsp; Still in her clothing, now stained from various fluids, there was an unpleasant, bloodied wound on her thigh and another on her abdomen,<br><br>"They're infected," Abe said, touching his fingers to the wound - and then he paused, looked up, and grabbed hold of John's bare hand urgently.&nbsp; <br><br><em>The world became a flash of vivid colour as they viewed it from the eyes of the now unconscious woman as she was being dragged up the staircase by webbing attached to her ankles, hyperventilating in terror as the enormous gray spider in front of her clicked and hissed its way to the catwalk.&nbsp; <br><br>She tried to claw herself away, but failed and the spider turned on her, jabbing its fangs into her leg before it began to wrap her.&nbsp; The world began to fade, but not before she caught a glimpse of - black, furry, enormous, bigger than the grey one, perched over the beams, laying eggs.</em><br><br>Abe pulled his hand away,<br><br>"There's another one," Abe said, staring at John - and then he went for his com, "Hellboy, there's a second one." <br><br>The line crackled,<br><br><em>"What? Mind repeatin' that?"</em> he asked, and then it was followed by, <em>"Oh.&nbsp; Nevermind."</em> <br><br>And the sound of the Samaritan discharging.<br><br>Abe was hauling charges into his arms at that point, heaving some into Myers' hands as well before running into the warehouse.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>03-07-2009, 23:18:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				John wasn't about to be left behind. As soon as Abe had shown him that, he was off, gathering charges for himself, and sprinting off in the direction of Hellboy. The warehouse. Whatever. If the grey one thought a little face-scorching was bad, the black one was going to be in for an even nastier surprise. <br><br>Upon entering the warehouse, John was floored by the fact that he'd actually missed this thing. It was the size of a diesel truck, and right now it was tossing Hellboy about like a toy, pissed, most-likely, that they'd squashed it's mate. John understood that. That didn't stop him, of course, from firing off a single round into the side of the thing's ugly head, a definite chasm now visible where the bullet had ripped through. It didn't even slow down. <br><br>He turned to Abe, hoping that he had a better plan than "shoot the hell out of it." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>03-07-2009, 23:47:00</strong>
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				Hellboy had been hanging from the beam, inspecting the spider's eggs and eventually wrenching one from the nest to ram into a specimen jar for Abe to inspect later on; he'd never hear the end of it if he didn't bring back one to analyze.&nbsp; With that done, he began the work of scraping away the thread that had caught itself against the winch, muttering under his breath,<br><br>"What?&nbsp; Mind repeatin' that?" Hellboy said, when the com crackled, continuing to work at the thread - until he felt something shift overhead.<br><br>He had fallen silent and still, his eyes flicking up enough that he could see shadow crossing the beams and make out the long, pointed silhouette of hyper-articulate legs,<br><br>"Oh.&nbsp; Nevermind." he said, and then hit the winch enough to lower him just in time to avoid the fangs that came at him; swinging on the line, Hellboy ended up ramming into the nest, knocking a few more eggs loose, and they hit the ground with wet splats.&nbsp; The Tsuchigumo looked down at the fallen eggs, back at Hellboy, and then raised two legs and let out an ear-splitting, echoing shriek of rage before striking him in the chest with a leg and coming at him a second time.&nbsp; <br><br>Hellboy managed to get the fangs to hit his stone arm instead, and with little other choice, used his other hand to saw at the line, cutting it off and forcing him to free fall.&nbsp; He tossed the knife part way down to avoid landing on it, and hit the ground with a heavy thud.&nbsp; He let out a groan, lifting his head to try and shake it off, only to find the shadow dropping down on him again; damn the thing was huge,<br><br>Turning onto his back, Hellboy managed to strike the spider right in the jaws twice, grabbing for the Samaritan, only to find it was gone - and several feet away, where it had apparently bounced off upon landing.&nbsp; He used his feet to scoot himself under the spider, and aimed a punch into the thorax, hard enough to make it jump, and it moved back so he was no longer beneath it while he went for the Samaritan.<br><br>Fingers inches away, he almost had his hand on it until the spider jammed a leg into his thigh, beginning to drag him back,<br><br>"Aw, come on," Hellboy groused, struggling to turn; the spider reared back and then rammed it's fangs home, directly into the demon's back; it went through his jacket without difficulty, but there was a moment of confusion for the Tsuchigumo as it encountered a harder skin than the humans had and had to hunch itself down, jam the fangs in harder before it finally pierced him, and Hellboy let out a growl of pain, trying to get his arms behind him.&nbsp; He got his stone fingers around one of the fangs and wrenched as hard as he could manage from his current position, and there was a satisfying crack, followed by the spider's response - and then the bullet went off.<br><br>The thing reared back as the bullet struck it in the head, going through a mass of glittering black eyes and ripping out through the side of the thorax.&nbsp; The thing didn't stop at first, advancing still, until Abe grabbed his harpoon off his back, aiming and launching a shot into the spider's abdomen, punching a second hole into it with the two foot lance.<br><br>For an instant, the spider screamed and tried to make a last lunge at Hellboy, even with the two gaping holes in its body, but instead it collapsed on top of him, releasing a flood of sticky green blood across the demon.&nbsp; He let out a groan as the weight settled on him, and began the slow work of shimmying out from under it, which was becoming increasingly difficult as it felt as though his arms were falling asleep.&nbsp; And his back.&nbsp; And his face.&nbsp; He wasn't sure he could even feel his tail.<br><br>"It's a good thing Agent Myers has better aim than you do," Abe said.<br><br>"Yeah, yeah," Hellboy said, "Look, have I got somethin' in my back?&nbsp; Like, somethin' really big?"<br><br>Abe glanced at Hellboy's back; the entire fang had broken off the spider's face and was sticking out of him.<br><br>"It's not <em>that</em> big." Abe lied, and Hellboy grunted.<br><br>"Myers, little help," he said, jerking his head towards the fang.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>04-07-2009, 00:23:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				John grimaced, as Hellboy crawled out from under the thing. He was a mess. And though John had seen him take worse, that fine was a bit worrisome. The spider was poisonous, after all. And with that heavy a dosage, more than enough to kill a normal person, there was no telling what effect it would have on Hellboy's motor skills. John hurried over to his side, dropping to his knees to inspect the damage. <br><br>"Jesus," he muttered, tracing a finger where it had pushed a clean hole through the fabric of Hellboy's shirt. Abe sent him a sidelong look. He didn't notice. <br><br>"I'm going to pull it out on the count of three," he said, taking a firm hold on it. "1, 2-" On two, he tugged as hard as he could, ripping the fang from the shiny new hole in Hellboy's shoulder. The venom would be spreading fast, now, and most Hellboy's body would be dull and irresponsive. <br><br>"What now. . .?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>04-07-2009, 00:41:10</strong>
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				Hellboy was sluggish by the time John had moved towards him, and he rested his head to the ground when he felt the fang shift slightly as the Agent's hands went to it.<br><br>"Just rip it out," Hellboy groaned, wanting to protest any sort of countdown - but then the thing was out, and he pulled a hiss in between his teeth, jerking as the wound began to burn and blood began to seep more rapidly from the ragged puncture.&nbsp; The puncture on the other side of his back, though bleeding, was not as deep as the one that John was minding.<br><br>"We have to -" Abe began.<br><br>"Set the damn charges," Hellboy replied muzzily, and then made a strange heaving noise when he tried to get to his feet, only to collapse back to his elbows, "Even one of those things get out in the city, there'll be a bigger problem; that girl survived here all night, I'll manage."<br><br>Abe hesitated, then nodded,<br><br>"I'll set them," Abe said, looking to John expectantly; it was clear that Myers would need to get Hellboy out.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>04-07-2009, 00:52:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				John grimaced at him, only to be met with a slighter sterner look, and a tilting of the head. He knew what that meant. He pursed his lips, turned a little red, and then turned back to Hellboy.<br><br>"How much can you lift yourself?" Not much. Hellboy's body wasn't going to be moving of it's own accord any time soon. Which left John to pick up the slack. Hellboy was 450 lbs of giant, red muscle. John could handle that much. Barely. He pulled on Hellboy's shirt, causing his chest to lift just enough to shove an arm beneath him, guiding him up to a sitting position.<br><br>"If you an hold on, this would be easier." <br><br>Whether Hellboy could or not, he'd wrap his arms as far around the demon as he could, and begin to drag him towards the door. It was awkward, in more ways than one, but effective.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>04-07-2009, 01:26:11</strong>
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				Hellboy put in an admirable effort to get on his feet again - though it probably had an amount to do with pride, given that he was generally the one carrying people and yanking them out of danger, so it likely wasn't sitting well that he was the one having to be supported by someone else.&nbsp; Most sensation had left his body entirely, though he could feel the pressure of Myers somewhere near his right side; he tried to focus on flexing the stone fingers to hang on, but the best response he could seem to get from them was a twitch.<br><br>Through sheer stubborness he managed to get in several steps, forcing himself to be propelled of his own volition, somewhere between the strangely agonizing burn in his back, and the feeling that his body had dissappeared.&nbsp; Each movement was like trying to move a lead weight; his legs weren't going the way he wanted them to, and they were near the door when they finally gave out on him.<br><br>The last few steps were left up to Myers because by that point, Hellboy was scarcely keeping his head up; the driver appeared then to pull him the rest of the way through, and golden eyes moved slowly to Myers,<br><br>"Not bad for a pansy," Hellboy managed to get out before he completely collapsed.<br><br>And, minutes later, Abe was stepping out with the remote in his hand,<br><br>"The charge will be enough to destroy the eggs, but I suspect clean up will need to demolish this place; there's too much risk attached." Abe said, flicking the switch.&nbsp; From inside, there was a low rumble, a roar of explosion, and an enormous gust of dust and dirt burst from the doorway, nearly knocking Abe off his feet before he steadied himself again.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>04-07-2009, 01:29:20</strong>
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				John watches as the building erupt, pensively. He turns to look at Hellboy, who's conked out for the night. It'll take a bit of sleep to work through the poison in his system. Best to get him back to his room, where he was comfortable. <br><br>He turned to Abe, his brow furrowed slightly. <br><br>"You know . . . everything, huh?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>04-07-2009, 01:50:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				There was a thoughtful silence as Abe and John eyed the gradually demolishing building, <br><br>"I wouldn't say <em>everything</em>," Abe ventured, and then turned the orb-like eyes onto John, "But yes.&nbsp; I do."<br><br>His tone of voice was warm, and it indicated that if he had the ability to, he would have been smiling at Myers - and then he was helping the driver, pulling Hellboy up the ramp and into the truck where he was turned over; Abe was pulling out scissors, cutting through the already torn material of Hellboy's t-shirt to reveal the smooth surface of his back, now marred by two gaping wounds which had swollen slightly around the location. <br><br>Abe reached for the medical pack and poured iodine onto the wound, then applied an ice pack and injected a massive dosage of antihistamine.<br><br>"We'll need to keep an eye on him," Abe said, and then nodded to the other prone form in the truck, "And her."<br><br>There was a long pause and Abe looked in the air, letting out a thoughtful 'hmm', then he spoke again, and something about his tone was almost - playful,<br><br>"I believe you should watch Hellboy." Abe said lightly, "Its only fair, you both saved eachother today anyways."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>04-07-2009, 01:59:55</strong>
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				When Abe afirmed that he was aware of the situation, John had dropped his gaze, moving to sit on the bench opposite Abe, with Hellboy between them. He'd watched as Abe had went to work repairing the wound, and could only nod at his suggestion. He leaned in, to inspect the wound himself. Hellboy's system was incredibly strong. Any infection that was present was already gone. The venom, however, was already in his blood, and working it's effect. It wouldn't kill him. But he'd been a little out of it. Muscle control and movement could take upwards of a day or two to return. Indeed, he'd have to watch. <br><br>"I'll get him to his bedroom when we get back, and tend to him there." he said, quietly, reaching down to nervously, tentatively touch the little scruff of facial hair on Hellboy's chin, stroking it softly before retreating his hands, leaning against the wall. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>04-07-2009, 02:11:36</strong>
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				Abe watched with bright eyes as John observed Hellboy, and touched him in a painfully gentle way; it caused a surge of warmth in the amphibious man's chest.&nbsp; He cared deeply for all of the B.P.R.D agents and mourned each and every loss, but his fondness for Hellboy had always been strong, and Myers had immediately settled well with Abe, given his especially kind demeanor.<br><br>He simply nodded,<br><br>"He's gruff," Abe admitted, as the truck took off again, rumbling towards the B.P.R.D once more, "But he's also hurting in a way much more than physical these days, he's even pushed me away, which he's never done before - I was worried -"<br><br>There was a hesitation before he continued,<br><br>"You puzzle him, John, but in a positive way.&nbsp; Don't let him fool you."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>04-07-2009, 02:20:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				John turned to look at Abe, giving him a searching look, before nodding. <br><br>"Thanks, Abe. I'll . . . do my best." <br><br>He would not take his eyes off of Hellboy the rest of the way back. He just wanted to watch over him. To make sure he was alright.<br><br>- - - -<br><br>When they had arrived back at the BPRD, the active team had dispersed. John, Hellboy, and another operative named Rosenburg had helped transport Hellboy back to his quarters, and get him squared away in the pick-up that he called a bed. Abe, the injured girl, and a squad of operatives trained in dealing with supernatural medicine had departed for the Hospital Ward. The rest had simply gone to shower, change, and relax until they were next needed. And, of course, to fill out the obligatory paperwork that accompanied every BPRD mission. <br><br>John had tucked Hellboy into bed, carefully, without removing his trousers. That would have seemed pretty suspect. He had, however, managed to remove the man's boots and socks, and his belt with all his equipment. He set to work gathering what he needed. Soups and spoons, blankets, a bed-pan. No telling what kind of side-effects the venom would have on Hellboy, aside from lack of movement. No point in taking any risks. <br><br>When he was confident he'd set everything up, he bid Rosenburg exit, and sat down next to Hellboy's bed, to begin his own paperwork. He had no idea when the big male might wake up. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>04-07-2009, 02:35:02</strong>
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				It took a long time; for nearly eight hours, Hellboy was completely motionless, soundless - he didn't shift or twitch once, in fact one might have scarcely believed he was alive if it weren't for the steady, reliable rise and fall of his chest.&nbsp; <br><br>Consciousness came back to him gradually, coming in bits and pieces as he first became aware of his tail, which began to move seemingly of its own accord, as it often did, swaying slightly like a content cat might do.&nbsp; Then sensation returned to his extremeties as his fingers and toes gained feeling again, followed very suddenly by everything else - and that was when he felt like he'd been hit by a bus.<br><br>He let out a soft groan, pushing a hand against the mattress to shove himself up, only to falter as the massive wound in his back twitched and spasmed miserably, so he let himself flop back again, bringing a hand to his face to rub at his eyes.&nbsp; He blinked owlishly at the ceiling, and then his eyes began to survey - yeah, he was back in the B.P.R.D, he would have been pissed if he had woken up in a spider's web.&nbsp; <br><br>He squinted, struggling to remember the last thing that had happened - daylight.&nbsp; He had seen daylight, and could smell Myers shampoo.<br><br>Actually, he could smell it now.<br><br>His eyes finally landed on the Agent and his brows shot up; Myers was doing paperwork and surrounded by utensils and medical equipment,<br><br>"Hey nurse," Hellboy said groggily, "No sponge baths."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>04-07-2009, 02:38:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				John didn't look up from his paperwork. Hellboy had been drifting in and out of consciousness for long enough now that he'd stopped jumping to his feet every time. He was just about done with everything that needed doing, when he heard Hellboy's voice. It caused him to jump a bit, but he still didn't look up.<br><br>"Not from me," he said tersely, "but someone has to clean the demon goo and puss off of you. If you want, I'll call in the red head from medical. She's cute." <br><br>He clicked his pen, and set it on the clipboard he was using, setting that on the table. <br><br>"Are you hurting anywhere? Do you need painkillers?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>04-07-2009, 02:43:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not much for redheads," Hellboy said, and then for a second time, he shoved his hand against the mattress to get up, this time successfully forcing himself into a sitting position, though he ended up leaning his elbows onto his knees in what looked like a casual posture, but was done more because it felt like someone had removed his spine and replaced it with - pain.<br><br>A glance down told him that he was definitely still covered in various horrible fluids; he said nothing, because he had already determined he was going to get to the damn showers himself.<br><br>"What I need," Hellboy said, rubbing at his forehead and finding his hand still came away vaguely sticky with greenish blood; a glance behind him, and the sheets were covered in a mixture of his blood and the Tsuchigumo's, "Is a beer."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>04-07-2009, 02:48:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				John sighed, getting out of his chair and walking over, placing a hand on each of Hellboy's shoulders and pushing, hard. Given how little strength Hellboy had, it wouldn't be hard to get him how he wanted him. And he wanted him still. <br><br>"Hey, y'know how you're not supposed to move unconscious people, cause you might break their spinal cord? Similar principle. That venom has eaten away at you, and if you don't want any permanant damage done you'll lay down and stay there." He sighed softly. <br><br>"If I get you a beer, you let me . . . remove them, without any snide comments." It was obvious he was referring to Hellboy's trousers. He had a finger resting on them. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>04-07-2009, 02:55:01</strong>
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				Hellboy's eyebrows climbed higher when John's hands went to his shoulders, and much to his dismay it didn't actually take a lot from the little guy to knock him back; laying back, Hellboy scowled as best as he could right then - he hated staying still.<br><br>His eyes shifted down to where Myers' finger was resting at the edge of his trousers, eyes sliding back up to Myers then,<br><br>"We're negotiating a beer for my pants?" Hellboy asked, "I got other pants, if it'll get me more beer.&nbsp; You can take those, too."<br><br>As roundabout as it was, he was giving Myers permission; he squinted at the ceiling then, trying not to think about it.&nbsp; It wasn't specifically because of Myers, but more because, despite the attitude, Hellboy would always kick himself in the ass a bit for the way he looked - just another reason why he shaved the horns down.&nbsp; As a rule, he didn't like people seeing much of him, but the last thing he would ever do was admit to being - what, self-conscious?&nbsp; No way.<br><br>"Did that count as snide?" he asked, unclear on the rules.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>04-07-2009, 03:01:52</strong>
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				John sighed, thankful that Hellboy wasn't being fussy. <br><br>"Yup. Now I'm pouring half of it down the drain."<br><br>He was lying, of course. He wasn't going to cheat Hellboy. He walked over to the fridge, retrieving a can of Tecate, and bringing it back, handing it to Hellboy, complete with bendy straw, so that he didn't have to lift it himself. He set it next to his head, and pointed the straw at his mouth. <br><br>Then, came the task at hand. He felt his stomach settle firmly in his throat. He reached forward slowly, trying to be professional, but at the same point terrified of what he was doing. He fiddled with the button at the top of Hellboy's fly. God, what a bulge. No. Don't think. Don't even think of stuff like that. Then came the fly. He grabbed the zipper, and was careful not to touch anything . . . else. Then he began to pull them down, exposing Hellboy more and more. If he was wearing underwear, excellent. Just another thing that had to be removed. If not . . . well . . . John had his eyes firmly averted. He felt Hellboy lift his buttocks ever-so-slightly, and managed to tug the garment all the way down, before venturing a peek, to see what he was dealing with. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>04-07-2009, 03:14:21</strong>
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				Hellboy grinned, apparently tickled by John's response,<br><br>"Waste good beer and I'll have to make you pay." Hellboy replied, surprisingly good-natured for being in what was undoubtedly terrible agony - but he'd always had a high pain threshold, it came with the territory.&nbsp; He eyed the beer with the straw sticking merrily out of it and he might have laughed at the concept if it weren't for the fact he was slightly tense.<br><br>Trying to seem entirely nonchalant, he went for the beer and failed miserably twice before he snagged the straw, eyes pointed to the ceiling as Myers began to unzip his pants; there weren't a lot of things more uncomfortable than this, Hellboy decided.<br><br>And the answer was no; Hellboy didn't wear underwear, though with all the times his pants got ripped in the field, he was starting to consider it.&nbsp; <br><br>What was underneath was - beyond proportional, and it matched the rest of him, darker red, and dark hair; he was big and - ridged - and the first time Liz had seen him completely nude, her eyes had nearly bugged out of her head, and it had taken being careful the first couple of times to make sure there would be no - injuries.&nbsp; Which there weren't, thankfully.<br><br>Hellboy lifted his hips slightly to allow the trousers to be pulled away, and thick thigh muscles flexed with the movement.&nbsp; <br><br>He would definitely need more than one beer; he considered talking about the weather but decided shutting up for the moment would probably be a good idea.&nbsp; Focus on the beer.&nbsp; Beer was good.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>04-07-2009, 03:19:17</strong>
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				It took everything within John's earthly powers to keep from gasping at . . . well, Hellboy. He'd never seen something so enormous, save at the zoo. <br><br><em>"Geez, what a terrible thought . . ."</em> He immediately regret it. Hellboy wasn't an animal. He was different. But he was a human. Deep down. <br><br>"Do you . . . want me to clean you up, or go get someone else? You're not going to the showers." He said the last bit quickly, to circumvent any theories Hellboy might have on the subject. He heard the sound of the straw sucking in air, and knew that another beer would be required. Quickly. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>04-07-2009, 03:26:00</strong>
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				Damn beer, running out on him.&nbsp; He would have shaken his fist at it, if it hadn't felt like too much work right then; straw in mouth, Hellboy allowed himself to look over at Myers now, but eye contact was limited to about two seconds before they flicked to the ceiling again.&nbsp; <br><br>He considered his options and frowned when he realized that Myers was probably right; he'd get a quarter of the way to the showers and then his legs would give out on him, and he'd end up naked in a hallway wishing for more beer.&nbsp; <br><br>"Sure as hell not lettin' a nurse do it," Hellboy said, "Last thing I need is another woman running out on me.&nbsp; Geez, just get me a wet cloth, alright? I can friggin' do it, I'm not invalid here, just a little groggy, I don't need to be -"<br><br>He waved a hand vaguely to indicate 'this'.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>04-07-2009, 03:31:14</strong>
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				John nodded. <br><br>"Compromise. I'll get everything but . . . there. And let you handle that. But keep your back straight." He walked back over to the fridge, grabbing another beer, and bringing it back to Hellboy, replacing the one already there. He then went to go get the washcloth that he'd set out, dabbing some of the liquid skin cleanser onto it, and kneeling by Hellboy. <br><br>"Just hold still. I'll guide you how I need you." <br><br>The words were quiet, and gentle. He knew Hellboy was in a lot of pain, and he wanted to be mindful of that. In another context, his tone could have almost been considered . . . intimate.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>04-07-2009, 03:40:56</strong>
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				Myers was being extremely gentle with him, Hellboy acknowledged - he might have been annoyed with it some other time, but right then he was too punch-drunk from the venom to put too much effort into being irritated.&nbsp; Instead, he just let himself be pleased by having a second beer available.<br><br>Of course, now there was the tricky situation of Myers armed with a wet cloth,<br><br>"This'd be your 'Determined Nanny' face then, huh?" Hellboy said, eyeing the focused expression; he'd thought it had been uncomfortable before, but now armed with the knowledge that the agent was about to wash him down, he found himself acknowledging that, yes, it could be more painfully weird for both of them.&nbsp; This was how.<br><br>He chewed on the bright green straw in an effort to refocus again, laying as still as he could manage it right then, but he was - twitchy - when it came to being touched. <br><br>((ooc| Alright, it's almost 5 am but i've been having way too much fun with this.&nbsp; I've got to go sleep now, I'll reply later on.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>04-07-2009, 03:46:24</strong>
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				John raised an eyebrow at him, bringing the cloth softly down to his neck. No skin-to-skin. Just wet cloth. The cleanser tingled as it touched his skin. Specifically chosen by Myers because it didn't have to be rinsed off. <br><br>"Actually, it's my "avoiding sending eye-gouging agony through your entire body by being careless" face. But I can change it, if you like." <br><br>He began to run the cloth along Hellboy's neck, small circles making their way back and forth, back and forth, making sure he went over the entire surface several times, sliding his cloth-covered hand back behind his neck, to clean back there, before slowly moving down to his chest, continuing the motion of small-circles. <br><br>He was silent the entire time. Then-<br><br>"I'm sorry."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>04-07-2009, 10:07:07</strong>
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				"Right," Hellboy said, returning the quirked eyebrow with one of his own, "They're just so similar that I have trouble tellin' them apart."<br><br>The cloth was moving along his neck in slow, careful circles, a soft and insanely gentle touch - it felt bizarre for the demon but, as he discovered, it wasn't exactly a terrible feeling either.&nbsp; The cleanser made his skin buzz a little once it got through the layers of dirt and found the smooth surface of his skin, and Hellboy was watching the ceiling, considering that, alright, this could probably be worse.&nbsp; <br><br>Even if he felt a little stupid, being washed by someone else.<br><br>Then came John's voice again, and Hellboy's eyes snapped to him, expression questioning, confused.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>04-07-2009, 18:03:24</strong>
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				John didn't look at him. Couldn't. He continued to move the washcloth along, down that broad expanse of chest, paying meticulous detail as he reached the center, then worked his way back up, lifting Hellboy's arm for him as he began to wash it, never stopping that gentle, careful rhythm. <br><br>"For saying what I did&nbsp; . . . for making things all weird, and . .&nbsp; . and for making you think that. About Liz and me."<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>04-07-2009, 18:13:25</strong>
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				There was a surprising stripe of pain that lashed itself across Hellboy's back when he lifted his stony right arm and he discovered it still felt just a little too damn heavy to be his own limb.&nbsp; He acknowledged, if only to himself, that maybe a little time taking it easy would be good - but not too long, just until he could sit up without feeling like someone was slapping him in the head with a stop sign.<br><br>He found Myers looking away, and shifted his jaw as he considered the apology; he couldn't blame Myers for being interested in Liz - she did that to guys, drove them a little up the wall, they fell hard for her without her even trying to do anything to them.&nbsp; It wasn't her fault or anything, it was just - magnetism.&nbsp; <br><br>He got it, even at the time he'd understood Myers' attraction - but it had still set off the jealousy in the demon, something he was prone to when it came to - interests.<br><br>Finally, Hellboy gave a sort of dismissive grunt,<br><br>"It's in the past, Myers." he mumbled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>04-07-2009, 18:19:12</strong>
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				John was trying to be careful, but Hellboy was pretty banged up. Even the gentle treatment couldn't guarantee a completely painless endeavor. He held up Hellboy's left arm, and began to wash his way down it, feeling the muscles tense beneath the cloth. He considered what Hellboy had said. Maybe he'd misunderstood. When he finally came to the hand, he washed it slowly, considering what he was about to say next.<br><br>"But . . . it hasn't. Is the thing." He held Hellboy's hand, then, their skin separated by the cloth, but the intent there. "T-that's what I'm sorry for . . . that I . . . still . . . you . . ." <br><br>He shook his head, before letting go of Hellboy's hand, moving on back to the center of his chest, washing his way down to the man's tummy, keeping his eyes locked there firmly, not letting them stray.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>04-07-2009, 18:34:49</strong>
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				Hellboy's brow creased as he watched Myers' expression; he heard the words, but they didn't register immediately.&nbsp; Fingers twitching when the cloth moved over them, he found himself with Myers' hand over his, and then it clicked - oh, yeah.&nbsp; That.&nbsp; <br><br>He had always been pretty prompt about burying uncomfortable things when he needed to, but actually talking about them was a new concept for him, one he struggled with for a long moment after Myers' eyes had swept away.&nbsp; He was silent as the cloth moved across his chest, and then began down his stomach, and the muscles twisted and shifted in response to the touches,<br><br>"I'm no good at this sorta thing." Hellboy said finally, pointlessly, if only because his mind was drawing a predictable blank at the scenario; if it didn't require hitting something, Hellboy was pretty sure he was out of his comfort zone, <br><br>"If ya hadn't guessed or anything."<br><br>There was a hesitation,<br><br>"I mean, are ya <em>sure</em>?" he blurted out, and it sounded so casual that he could have plowed himself in the face for it, and his tone was lined with a self-deprecating sort of doubt, but since Hellboy could never really stop at putting his foot in his mouth once, he barrelled on because - dammit, being mature was hard:<br><br>"Antarctica might'a frozen your brain or something, ya know?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>04-07-2009, 18:39:46</strong>
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				John paused, a small smile crinkling in the corners of his mouth for a moment, at Hellboy's willingness to just slam into these things head on, and fading again, as he leaned back, removing his hand and the cloth. <br>He turned his head, to look Hellboy squarely in the eyes. <br><br>"I'm sure. It goes farther than Antarctica. I .&nbsp; .&nbsp; . I loved you," it took great effort on his part to actually say it. The strain was visible. He bit his lower lip, before proceeding, "I loved you for a long time before Antarctica. I-I wanted to get close to Liz because . . . because she had you in a way that I couldn't. I thought that . . . that was why you sent me away."<br><br>His voice was even, but his brow was furrowed. He wasn't any good at this either. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>04-07-2009, 18:51:45</strong>
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				They were staring at eachother now, both of them still and awkward; Hellboy found himself becoming less and less sure that this was just some intricate joke on Myers' part, and more worried that there was actually - something behind the words.&nbsp; <br><br>"Ya know," Hellboy said, slowly, "Can't say this sorta thing happens to me often."<br><br>He was damp, filthy, naked, and Myers was saying he loved him; the first two were expected with his life, but the latter two were new features.&nbsp; <br><br>"I sent ya away because I got -" he searched for a word that wouldn't compare him to an animal, but he failed to find one, so he shrugged it off and finished with: "- territorial.&nbsp; And 'cause I might have - you know - been okay enough with you that I didn't wanna punch your face in."<br><br>Hellboy was terrible at this kind of thing, and telling people he liked them wasn't easy; he wasn't sure he'd ever even said it to Abe, but Blue had understood that since he was presently alive and in one piece, there was a good chance Hellboy liked him.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>04-07-2009, 19:01:58</strong>
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				John exhaled softly. He got it. Hellboy didn't need to elaborate. He leaned back down, and continued what he was doing, scrubbing his way just until he was above Hellboy's . . . spot. Whether he was conscious of it or not, he wrist was about an inch and a half away from touching Hellboy's manhood. He pulled away, just barely avoiding it. <br><br>"Abe already cleaned your back when he dressed your wound," he said, the first thing he'd said after Hellboy's awkward confession of tolerance. "But not the lower part."<br><br>He took a moment, briefly, to change clothes and re-apply the cleanser, before carefully pushing his hand beneath Hellboy, to rub along the center of the male's spine, just above his buttock. He couldn't tell whether he was having any effect or not. He'd just have to take that on faith. He withdrew his head, and scooted past, giving the man's crotch a wide berth, and starting on his legs. This was easier. There wasn't much that needed vigorous cleaning, here, save for the goo that had leaked into Hellboy's boots.&nbsp; &nbsp;He finished up, and moved back, to hand Hellboy the cloth. <br><br>"Alright, finish up. It'll feel kind of . . . weird. Down there." <br><br>He turned around, to begin putting away the supplies. <br><br>"I-I'll never . . . make a pass at you, or anything. Unless you ask me to." <br><br>He didn't know why he said the last bit. It was stupid. <br><br>"Alright . . . finished
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>04-07-2009, 19:14:00</strong>
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				There was some measure of relief when he realized he wouldn't have to flounder for any further response; it was a small mercy, because Hellboy wasn't so sure he would be able to come up with anything reasonable at that point - he still felt like a confused teenager, though.&nbsp; <br><br>He felt Myers' hand slip beneath him, felt the cloth trail down his back, all the way to - whoa.&nbsp; The cloth hit the very base of his tail, and it caused Hellboy to jerk visibly, and suddenly his eyes had rolled towards the ceiling as though something intensely awkward had just happened - which it kind of had.&nbsp; He couldn't expect humans to know of course, and he didn't exactly advertise the fact, but his tail was a particularly sensitive appendage, just - people always knew better than to do something like grab a demon's tail.&nbsp; He didn't exactly have problems often, but he also hadn't really seen this coming.<br><br>Then his legs were being washed down, and Myers was awkwardly referring to Hellboy's genitals once again as 'down there' and it was so naive-sounding that, for an instant, Hellboy almost laughed, probably mostly because he was still trying to get over the residual touch lingering at the base of his spine, and the tingling cleanser wasn't helping matters.<br><br>When Myers turned away, he took the cloth to complete the rest of the cleaning, and yanked up a sheet to cover the parts he normally kept pants over.<br><br>"I'll keep that in mind," Hellboy said finally.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>04-07-2009, 19:20:16</strong>
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				John would have had to be completely oblivious not to notice the jerk, and not to know where it stemmed from. If ever, <em>if ever</em> he was in a "position" where such knowledge would be useful, he would take full advantage of it. But he pushed those thoughts from his mind. When Hellboy handed him the cloth pack, he handled it carefully, knowing that it was now covered in Hellboy-junk. God, he did feel like a silly child. Once everything was put away, he moved back, to sit at Hellboy's bedside. He had to sit in an elevated chair, of course, given Hellboy's choice of bed. <br><br>"Are you hungry? I can go make you some soup."<br><br>His hand was resting on the edge. Fidgeting, looked like.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>04-07-2009, 19:29:36</strong>
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				Alright, so Myers had been right, because the cleanser sure as hell did feel weird now that it was on the more sensitive areas of his body, but he did his very best to ignore it.<br><br>"Look, Myers," he said, watching Myers fidget and suddenly fighting the urge to do the same; damn, did the guy ever run out of nervous tics?&nbsp; Hellboy settled himself by opening the second beer and he resisted the urge to sit up, knowing that there was a good chance John would just shove him back, and having it happen once was enough of a scrape to the demon's pride,<br><br>"I been hurt worse than this and did fine, ya don't need t'sit at my bedside, I'm not gonna die here, it's a bug bite.&nbsp; Gimme a few hours and I'll be up again."<br><br>And, if all went well, by that point no amount of pushing from Myers would have him laying down again.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>04-07-2009, 19:40:33</strong>
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				John nodded, but did not move. <br><br>"I know you're not gonna die. Some spider-demon thing wouldn't be nearly enough. But you're hurt, right? I'm your caretaker. I <em>take care</em> of you. I . . . I want to take care of you. He pursed his lips, then. "And with all that venom, Abe think you'll be out for about a day and half, actually. But that's a rough estimate."<br><br>He sighed, softly, and stepped back. <br><br>"But you, eh, want to be alone. I'll come back and check on you in two, alright?" <br><br>He headed for the door. The back of his neck was slightly red. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>04-07-2009, 19:55:42</strong>
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				Myers was throwing a lot of strange concepts at Hellboy right then; the idea that the human wanted to - care for him struck him as bizarre, and if he thought about it too hard - which he didn't - it was also weirdly warming. <br><br>"Day and a half," Hellboy muttered, and looked grim at the concept; well, maybe that was the estimate on everyone else's part, but there was a good bet thar Hellboy would try to be mobile before then, mostly because he would be bored out of his mind not even being able to sit up.&nbsp; He grimly hoped there wouldn't be any missions before he was healed up though, as being left behind didn't settle well with him - his job was one of the only constants in his life.<br><br>He eyed Myers; the back of the Agent's neck was roughly the colour of his own skin, and it just made Hellboy more grateful that no one ever knew when he was flushing.&nbsp; <br><br>"Hey Myers - thanks." Hellboy grunted out as agent headed out of the room, and when he was alone, he found himself trying more desperately to ignore the cleanser on his skin and the way it was prickling across his body.&nbsp; He told himself that was why he was flushing right then, and then lifted the sheet, looked down at himself, pointed to his crotch and said aloud, "You shut up."<br><br>Turning his head, he found a pair of green eyes staring at him,<br><br>"You too Muffins." Hellboy groused, before laying his head back and trying to will away the hours.&nbsp; Eventually he nodded off again, because there wasn't a hell of a lot to do otherwise.<br><br>And, outside in the hallway, Kraus was moving along briskly with folders of paperwork,&nbsp; <br><br>"Ah, Agent Myers!" he said pleasantly, giving Myers a friendly German-strength slap in the back, "I hear your first day back hass been interesting, yes?&nbsp; I haff just been in to see Abe in the infirmary, he hass given me a rundown of ze situation and says you fell back in step as though you had never left."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>04-07-2009, 20:01:09</strong>
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				John, having little else to do, fell into step with Johann. He was supposed to be tending to Hellboy right now, and since that wasn't happening his schedule was free to acquaint himself a little better with the new German operative. <br><br>"I wouldn't say it went that smoothly," he said, laughing, "Red's laid up for a bit, and there was a fair amount of property damage. But all in all I'd say it was a success. Feels like home, y'know?" As they rounded a corner, John felt a brief twinge of panic. What had Abe told him? But it subsided quickly. Abe would never tell something like that to another person. <br><br>"How is she doing - the girl that we saved?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>04-07-2009, 20:08:10</strong>
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				"Oh, vell, zhere is alvays some damage to be expected," Kraus said dismissively, lifting a shoulder in a half-shrug, "It comes mit der territory."<br><br>Of course, almost the entire building had been taken down by B.P.R.D planted charges before the clean-up crew had even got there.<br><br>"It turns out Abraham is very, very good at strategically laying out charges." Kraus added, "So good, in fact, zhat der land owners considered suing us until they vere brought in to see vhat sort of vork had needed to be done."<br><br>It was vague, but Kraus likely meant that they had been taken to see the corpses of the Tsuchigumo and then sworn to secrecy under threat of government issued arrest; it would be enough to make anyone withdraw an attempt at legal action - and it was definitely Kraus' style.<br><br>There was a brief silence at Myers' question, and then:<br><br>"She passed avay four hours ago." he said finally.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>04-07-2009, 20:13:06</strong>
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				John felt his stomach sink. He turned his head slightly, swallowed and nodded.<br><br>"Maybe saved was the wrong word, then." <br><br>He should have expected as much. That was the way this worked. It was always this way. Humans and the super-natural . . . humans lost, almost every time. A good percentage of why Hellboy was the way he was. He hated seeing it happen. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>04-07-2009, 20:25:07</strong>
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				Kraus considered this for a moment before he slowly slipped an arm around Myers' thin shoulders, <br><br>"Put it zhis vay, Agent Myers," Kraus said, "Instead of seeing her own painful death at der fangs of a Tsuchigumo, der last thing she saw vas a group of people trying to save her life, and she felt no pain."<br><br>The glove grasped Myers' arm and gave a hard, comraderie sort of squeeze before he released him again.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>04-07-2009, 20:30:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				John grinned. Agent Kraus was definitely lending some weight to his theory on what kind of person he had been, prior to dissipation. He knew that some tension had occured initially between him and the rest of the BPRD. But Johann seemed to have grown from it. Now, he was another one of the freaks. Maybe John was too, deep down. He couldn't be sure.<br><br>"I suppose that's true. Thanks, Agent Kraus." <br><br>He continued walking with him, not sure of what to say, beyond that. Finally - "Hellboy, he- . . . is he doing any better? Since she left, I mean . . ."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>04-07-2009, 20:41:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Johann, call me Johann," Kraus insisted, and he brought a hand up to the level of the mask; were he solid, he may have been rubbing at his chin, and then he flipped a hand into the air,<br><br>"He hass never been so disagreeable," Kraus said, continuing down the hallway, the boots of his suit hissing and clicking with each step, "But zhere is nussing more ill-tempered and petulant zhen a man who has lost his love.&nbsp; I am novhere near as avare of Hellboys inner vorkings as Abraham is, so it vould be unfair of me to assume."<br><br>He stuck a finger in the air to punctuate some upcoming point,<br><br>"But vere I to speculate, I vould say zhat Hellboy hass been feeling zhat he has lost somesing he vill never find again." Johann said, but then the top half of the suit twisted so it was facing John, "But zhat is not true, ja?"<br><br>It twisted back in place again,<br><br>"It is a mistake to believe zhat just because ve are unusual, zhat ve vill never find happiness." he said, oddly sentimental for a man as militaristic as Kraus could be, "Hellboy has just yet to see zhat life has much more to offer zhen der darkness he's dvelling in."<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>05-07-2009, 02:47:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				John stared at Johann, for a moment, then looked down the hallway, pensively. He wondered, idly, if Abe had told him more than he thought. Or, perhaps, the man was just quite a bit more perceptive than John had given him credit for. One way or another, he most likely knew more than he was letting on. <br><br>"Well, I . . . " he shook his head. "I'll do my best. To make him "Hellboy" again. Whatever I can do, I will." <br><br>He gave a sidelong glance at Johann. <br><br>"I . . .&nbsp; think I need to go stew on something, if it's alright with you, Johann."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>05-07-2009, 03:03:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Johann's suit shifted in a way that suggested he was nodding, then he reached up at tapped at the glass dome of his mask,<br><br>"Alvays sinking!" Kraus said, voice jovial, exceedingly pleased for reasons only he could possibly know, "Good!&nbsp; But be careful, Agent Myers, not to get too introspective - a man could lose himself in zhere, yes?"<br><br>And with that, Kraus was continuing down the hallway with his stack of papers and dissappearing off into a conference room, humming a merry folk tune.&nbsp; <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>05-07-2009, 03:08:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				John needed some time to think, indeed. What Johann had said had hit something. Hellboy loved Liz, loved her more than John could ever know, simply because it wasn't his head, it was Hellboy's. And while the initial trauma caused by her departure had, indeed, been directly related to her, the fallout from it was something else. Fear. He was afraid that he'd lost his only shot. <br><br>Then the question he'd asked John. <br><br><em>"Are you sure?"</em><br><br>John needed to prove it. Prove to him that he was sure. <br><br>Alright, so maybe he wasn't thinking straight. Maybe he just wanted to act on impulses that were bubbling, threatening to boil over. But two hours after he left, on the dot, he entered Hellboy's room. Looking nervous. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>05-07-2009, 03:15:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hellboy was practically unconscious all over again; he had fallen asleep on his front, no doubt to take some of the pressure off of the wounds, and his left hand hung over the side of the bed, the sheet draped around lower back.&nbsp; His breathing was soft, and there were three cats curled up on the bed with him, one of which had settled itself right on his rear and seemed intensely pleased with itself for having discovered a warm location.<br><br>He didn't even move when the door opened when he normally would have been able to hear Myers coming from down the hallway - in fact, it wasn't until one of the cats near his leg began to shift that Hellboy actually stirred, becoming alert gradually. <br><br>The cat on his rear opened its eyes and stared at Myers, as though it believed it would have to fight for the location.&nbsp; <br><br>"Gnh?" Hellboy said aloud.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>05-07-2009, 03:20:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				John stepped into the center of the room. Same Myers. Same neat haircut. Same pressed suit. Same boyish features. But something was decidedly different. He looked like he'd just committed murder, or something. <br><br>"Hellboy . . ." he said.<br><br>He waited for Hellboy to turn over onto his front, to look at him.<br><br>"I . . . wanted to tell you . . ."<br><br>When he did . . . well, it happened fast. John had crossed the room within seconds. He wasn't on top of Hellboy. In fact, he wasn't applying any pressure at all. Save in one spot. He had pressed their lips together. No tongue. No groping. Just his lips on Hellboy's.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>05-07-2009, 03:35:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hellboy rubbed at his eyes with the heel of his palm to remove some of the stinging that had come with opening his eyes to the world a second time with the venom still crawling through him; he wondered how long before the damn stuff actually wore off - he was usually more resistant to that sort of thing.&nbsp; He went to turn and heard a low growling noise, followed by several tiny pinpricks of pain,<br><br>"Bah," Hellboy said, flicking a hand behind him to bat away the offending feline, "Geddoffame, Speedy."<br><br>The cat let out an unimpressed noise before leaping from the bed, giving Myers a filthy look as it crossed the room, blaming him for its relocation.&nbsp; Then Hellboy was sitting up, turning over, and the sheets were twisting around his hips; he ended up propping himself up on his elbows as he looked over at Myers - and something about the Agent's face right then wasn't sitting right, because he looked almost -<br><br>- guilty?&nbsp; Maybe that was the expression.&nbsp; Hellboy wasn't sure, but it was something he hadn't seen on John's face before.<br><br>John stammered through his words, hesitating and staggering, and Hellboy's eyebrows began a curious descent as he sat up a little more, unclear on what was happening - up until the point that Myers was across the room and their mouths were pressing together.<br><br>Stunned, Hellboy's eyebrows went in the opposite direction, climbing high, eyes wide as his sleepy, addled brain explained to him precisely what was happening.&nbsp; Those soft, warm things were definitely Myers lips and they were most assuredly on his own lips, and it was kind of nice - and he should definitely be leaning away.&nbsp; The kiss was brief, but about three seconds longer that it probably should have been; Hellboy blamed it on being muzzy.&nbsp; <br><br>His expression was simply - stunned - as he looked at the other man, blinking once or twice as he tried to sort this out in his head.&nbsp; It had been a weird couple of days.<br><br>"Myers -?" he ventured, but it was said in such a way that it implied he would rather be asking 'What the crap?' 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>05-07-2009, 03:39:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				John was the one to pull away, surprisingly, putting barely an inch of distance between them, for a moment, before actually backing away. He reached up, and touched his lips. It had been . . . nice. Incredibly nice. He was on a strange cloud, for a second, before speaking. <br><br>"I-I . . . I know I said I'd wouldn't make a pass at you . . . I-I lied. I just wanted you to know . . . that I was serious. That I meant it. And . . . " <br><br>He shook his head. <br><br>"Are you . . . mad?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>05-07-2009, 03:56:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hellboy searched himself for the answer; was he mad?&nbsp; No, anger didn't seem to be one of the things rolling around in him for once - in fact, the complete absence of anger was somewhat strange, but he could soundly confirm that he wasn't tempted to hurt Myers right then.&nbsp; He shook his head then, too dumbfounded to find a reasonable response.<br><br>His eyes ended up back on Myers' again; they were barely an inch from eachother and Myers was touching dreamily at his mouth, like a schoolgirl after her first kiss.&nbsp; <br><br>Of course, now there was no denying what was happening; Myers' had said it twice now, used - the word - and now he had just come barrelling back into the room to kiss him.&nbsp; And it hadn't been unpleasant. <br><br>"I believe you." Hellboy confirmed, but there was something vaguely guarded about his voice, as though uncertain of how to attack this particular situation.&nbsp; What was the next reasonable thing to do?&nbsp; He was pretty sure he should be making it clear that this was a one-sided kind of interest, or telling Myers to go get his head checked.<br><br>He found that the former didn't sit right, but he was more than willing to engage in the second,<br><br>"Ya need t'go see a shrink or something." Hellboy said eyes flicking over the other man's face; he was barely aware of doing it, but he had leaned in when he said it, so close that Hellboy figured - well, he wasn't so clear on what he figured, but he ended up catching Myers' mouth this time, another of those weird, nice little kisses before he pulled back.<br><br>He wasn't sure what the hell he was doing, and it showed on his face - a mix of bewilderment, curiosity, and something like humour.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>05-07-2009, 04:03:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				John was about to agree with him that time. He probably did need to see a shrink. Then, of course, he completely lost his train of thought, as Hellboy's mouth met his, this time of the other man's volition. He leaned into this one a little more than the last, pulling back, looking more than a little confused. And, like Hellboy, there was something akin to . . . humour?<br><br>"Okay, color me crazy, but I could swear you just kissed me that time . . . which makes me awfully confused."<br><br>Before Hellboy could really get another word in edge-wise. John had pressed their lips together once more. It was almost like a test. Each one lasted longer. And was a little more . . . passionate.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>05-07-2009, 04:08:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Curiosity was reigning now, combined with a growing fascination and - well, the pure mechanics were nice too.&nbsp; Hellboy was about to reply, maybe tell Myers to stuff it or something similar, but then came the third time, which turned out to be the charm because Hellboy's left hand came up and pressed into the back of John's neck, pulling him down a little more.<br><br>Somewhere along the line, he maybe ended up catching John's bottom lip between his teeth and worrying it, and maybe his fingers went up into the short strands of hair, and he maybe thought about how nice and soft humans were all over again.&nbsp; <br><br>When he pulled back from that one, he said:<br><br>"See I'm not even sure who started that one." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>05-07-2009, 04:13:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				John was breathing heavily, when he pulled back from that kiss, every action that Hellboy had taken had sent a shiver through his spine. So warm. Hellboy's body heat was extreme. And touching him . . . his skin was smooth. Strangely smooth. In a different way, than humans. <br><br>"It was nice," he managed to breath out, "I'll take credit for it . . ." He stared in Hellboy's eyes, for a moment, before, leaning down, to press his face into Hellboy's shoulder, still feeling that arm on his neck. <br><br>"I . . . for so long . . . and now . . ." <br><br>He was really, truly, baffled beyond speech. And he probably wasn't the only one. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>05-07-2009, 10:14:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hellboy was just as bewildered; not just by the fact they were, in fact, kissing eachother, but also by the fact he seemed to be initiating some of it himself.&nbsp; If someone had asked him two days ago what he thought he would be doing right now, making out with John Myers would have never, ever been an activity that would come to mind - moreso, making out with John Myers and <em>enjoying</em> it.<br><br>John leaned in, pressed his face against the demon's skin, and he could feel the agent's gentle breathing against his shoulder.&nbsp; It occurred to him - and not for the first time - that this was definitely a man in the room with him, getting close, a male of the human species - it wasn't that Hellboy had problems with it, that was clear enough, it was just that he'd never really - well, thought about it.&nbsp; It just hadn't been something to cross his mind at any point in his life because his only focus in this department had been on Liz.<br><br>"Uh, I don't know what -" Hellboy began, but then there came a knock at the door, so light and careful even on a vault door that it could only belong to Abe; Hellboy made a small noise, but it was unclear what the sound meant - it sounded a little frustrated though.<br><br>"It's Abe." Hellboy said.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>05-07-2009, 10:17:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				John pulled back immediately. He gave Hellboy a nervous look, before hopping onto the chair next to his bed, and trying to look non-chalant. He adjusted his tie, briefly. He wished he had a book, or a magazine to look through. Anything to distract him. To make his thoughts <em>not</em> relating to what had just transpired. <br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>05-07-2009, 14:10:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Y'can come in, Blue." Hellboy said aloud, watching John move back, settling himself nervously onto a nearby chair, making great efforts to look casual; so great, in fact, that it was pretty clear he wasn't.&nbsp; <br><br>There was a hesitation at the door, and then Abe came in, popping his head in first to survey the room as though expecting devastation before he pulled the rest of himself in; a few of the cats sat up and paid a little too much attention, and Abe eyed them warily, the way he always did.&nbsp; Sure, he was bigger than them, but he still had some reservations towards an animal that started licking its lips when it saw him.<br><br>"Hellboy, you didn't happen to -" Abe began, and then his eyes landed on John, but only for half a second before he continued on smoothly, "-take a sample from the site did you?&nbsp; I know you were busy getting thrown around and all, but I had rather hoped -"<br><br>Hellboy gestured to the utility belt that had been placed off to the side, and Abe cocked his head towards it, <br><br>"Ah," Abe said, clearly pleased as he pulled out the specimen jar; one of the eggs in a much earlier stage had been crammed inside, "It's not even broken."<br><br>He set down the utility belt; there were some items that were loaded with history, Abe had learned, and Hellboy's belt was one of them - touching it could lead him through fight after fight, time after time when it had been used or worn.&nbsp; He did his best, as a rule, not to look into it because it often made him feel like he was prying, but once in a while things came to him without effort - perhaps it was the atmosphere of the room, but as he placed it down on the table, Abe had a sudden vision of Myers having carried it to that spot earlier.&nbsp; It seemed an irrelevant detail - or it would be for anyone else, but on top of having his visions, Abe was too damn smart not to notice that beneath the sheet, Hellboy was very naked - and the back of Myers' neck was very pink.<br><br>Abe suddenly had the feeling he had just barged in on something significant and so he put his eyes back on the specimen,<br><br>"It's not even dead." Abe added, doing an excellent job of moving casually for the door, "I should get this to the lab - they're analyzing some of the webbing - we may find a way to use it to our advantage in the future."<br><br>He waved a hand vaguely,<br><br>"You know, because we need more weapons." he said drily, "And Red, don't drink too much - it's not a good idea in combination with the venom.&nbsp; We need you sober."<br><br>"Yeah yeah." Hellboy groused.<br><br>"And you, John." Abe added with a measure of humour.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>06-07-2009, 05:14:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				John blinked, pursing his lips slightly and nodding at Abe, unable to really formulate words, right now. Abe knew what was happening. There was no real point in trying to deny a damn thing. <br><br>"Uh-huh." <br><br>The door closed with a clang. He turned to Hellboy, still bright red. <br><br>"He uh . . . knows. Everything."<br><br>He shifted slightly, leaning towards Hellboy.<br><br>"Are we going to . . . kiss again?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>06-07-2009, 14:25:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hellboy watched Abe leave, and he continued to watch the door for a long moment before his eyes slowly moved back to Myers.&nbsp; The question from the agent came sheepishly, quietly, and Hellboy cocked his head to the side; he wasn't so clear on what was happening between them right then or how to classify it, but if there was anything Hellboy was good at, it was disregarding complications.&nbsp; <br><br>He didn't think about how this could impact things later on, or what this meant about either of them; instead, he began to move his way across the bed - ignoring the way his back was twinging and the way every limb had begun to protest, pain radiating directly from the wounds - nearer to the chair that Myers had settled himself on.&nbsp; The entire time, the golden eyes were on the human, the sheet was still twisted around his hips, and then he was a few inches from the other man; Hellboy settled on his knees and kept his balance on his left hand.<br><br>There was an extended silence as he watched Myers, inspecting hazel eyes before he slowly reached out with his stone hand to grab a handful of the man's shirt,<br><br>"Yup." Hellboy said finally, and wrenched Myers forward, nearly pulling him off the chair and into a hard kiss.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>06-07-2009, 18:01:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				John hadn't been expecting that. He whimpered slightly from the ferocity of the kiss, a small, mewlish sound that seemed a little too high-pitched for a man of John's age. He ran a hand up, to hold against Hellboy's cheek, the other snaking around, to run along his shoulders and up to his neck, pressing his body against the larger man's. He melted into it, kissing Hellboy as one would a lover, the awkwardness gone from it. <br><br>When they stopped for breath, he looked into the larger man's eyes, for a moment, before pushing at his shoulders, trying to get him to lie down again. He wasn't pushing him away, however. He was moving with him. To place himself above Hellboy, looking down at him, leaning in for another fiery kiss. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>06-07-2009, 18:11:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The sound that escaped Myers caused Hellboy to grin a little; as a guy who was used to having people flee in terror at the sight of him, having someone practically melt into a kiss was - optimistic.&nbsp; A hand went to the back of his neck, one to the side of his face; the contact went on until they both had to break away for breath, and they sat there looking at eachother for a long moment after, slightly dumbfounded.&nbsp; <br><br>It wasn't often Hellboy could say something was surreal, given his lifestyle and very existence, but this - this was definitely surreal, and becoming increasingly so as Myers' hands pushed up against his shoulders and directed him onto his back once more. <br><br>"Always the nanny," Hellboy groused, until Myers was on him and kissing him again, and Hellboy's right hand went to the Agent's back, the stony fingers and palm easily spanning across the man's waist - which, Hellboy noted, was decidedly wasp-like.&nbsp; It seemed like Myers had lost weight that he didn't need to lose while in Antarctica.&nbsp; He pressed down slightly, pulling the other man's body closer and he lifted his head a little to increase the pressure of the kiss.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>06-07-2009, 19:02:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				John didn't like the idea of laying on top of Hellboy when he was injured. But good God, did he like the actual action itself. He could feel all those massive, powerful muscles. The warmth of his flesh, and the big, heavy flow of air in and out of his lungs. At Hellboy's behest, he parted his lips slightly, allowing Hellboy's tongue passage. One hand stayed on the side of Hellboy's face, the other moving it's way down, to rest on Hellboy's hip, as he took his own venture into Hellboy's mouth, exploring the very entrance cautiously with his tongue. <br><br>It may have been his imagination, but he could swear he felt something prod against his thigh. That was alright. Hellboy would probably be feeling the exact same thing. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>06-07-2009, 19:22:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The feeling of Myers' body on top of his own was - pleasant.&nbsp; Different from Liz, instead of curves and softness, Myer's form was made of hard angles and muscles that had no give when he touched them - and he did.&nbsp; His tongue, as freakishly hot as the rest of him, was pointed at the tip and he pushed it into Myer's mouth as the Agent reciprocated; the stone hand went between his shoulderblades while his left hand went down his side, lingering for a moment before he pulled at the material, where John's shirt was tucked neatly into his slacks.&nbsp; <br><br>When he had access, he pushed his hand under the material and slid his fingers up along Myer's back, up over his ribcage, touching and testing the feeling of him.&nbsp; <br><br>And Hellboy was embarrassingly aware of the fact that this was effecting him; the sheet didn't exactly provide a lot of - shielding - though very little could, for something built like Hellboy was.&nbsp; Likewise, he could feel something hard pressing into the hard muscle of his thigh; not something he'd felt before, but he found it wasn't unpleasant either.&nbsp; In fact, when he felt it, he mirrored John's action by sliding his hand to the man's hip and pulling him down to place friction on Myers' growing erection.<br><br>"Geez Myers," Hellboy said, breaking the kiss long enough to speak, and his voice had become a low rumble in his chest, and he added jokingly, "Didn't need to bring your gun in here."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>06-07-2009, 19:27:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				John, still trying to catch his breath, managed a grin at Hellboy, leaning down to kiss him softly on the lips, before rolling off of his body. Things were moving too fast. He didn't want to just . . . go at it, like that. Yet. <br><br>"I could make a joke about "hand cannons" and such, but it's a little obvious . . ." <br><br>He lay there, on Hellboy's bed, nestled against his side, staring at the ceiling. "This is so . . . weird. I don't know what to make of it. I-I mean, I'm thoroughly in favor of . . . this. I just don't know what . . . this is." He leaned over, to rest his head on Hellboy's bicep. Trying to calm down, so to speak.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>06-07-2009, 19:42:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hellboy was both against and in favour of it when Myers rolled off of him; the former because the loss of a warm body and the growing - urges - were difficult to ignore, the latter because, frankly, even he could agree that this was going a little - fast.<br><br>He grinned at the euphemism; he liked obvious anyways.<br><br>Also staring up at the ceiling, Hellboy quirked an eyebrow, then rubbed his hand against his eyes, letting out a breath that indicated he wasn't entirely sure what to say.<br><br>"I can't say this is familiar territory," Hellboy admitted, "I mean, suckerpunching nazis and being eatin' by the Ogdru Jahad, I can figure out - but this - yeah, this is weird."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>06-07-2009, 19:46:20</strong>
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				John realized, then, that he was still in full suit and tie. He leaned up, beginning to toss his jacket aside and further untuck his shirt, letting part of his uniform, save for the dress shirt and slacks, to drop to the ground beside Hellboy's bed, before leaning back against Hellboy's body. A little closer now than they had been.<br><br>"I-is is alright, though? I never thought that you'd . . . let me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>06-07-2009, 19:58:38</strong>
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				Hellboy seemed to consider the question for a long moment before he turned his head to look at Myers and one eyebrow lifted slowly into a high arch,<br><br>"Is it alright?" he repeated, and there was a measure of disbelief, "I think I just had <em>my</em> tongue half-way down <em>your</em> throat.&nbsp; It wasn't exactly a one-sided thing there, it's not like ya were takin' advantage of me just there."<br><br>The very idea of someone trying to do so, in fact, was laughable, and probably impossible unless an entire warehouse of sedatives had been used on him.&nbsp; Or a hell of a lot of beer.<br><br>"I mean, I can't that I've ever thought about it before - ya know, this." Hellboy explained, looking back to the ceiling, "Just didn't think about it."<br><br>And he still hadn't - not thoroughly anyways.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'm not so clear on all of it just yet," he added.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>07-07-2009, 22:41:23</strong>
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				John turned his head slightly, pursing his lips. He didn't try to move. A single hand reached down, to rest on Hellboy's giant stone one. He was just as perplexed as Hellboy. Well, perhaps not. He knew who he was in love with, and what he wanted. He just didn't know if this was the way to get it. Or if his wants and Hellboy's wants coincided. Then again, it had been <em>Hellboy's</em> tongue in <em>his</em> throat, as the man had so aptly put it. <br><br>"Th-then, is it alright if I just . . . lie here? With you?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>07-07-2009, 22:56:45</strong>
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				Hellboy found he had to consider the question for a moment, mulling it over quietly; the last person to lay in bed with him had been Liz, and he could bitterly remember the sight of her in a white linen dress with her stomach swollen from pregnancy, smiling at him.&nbsp; Then, later, when she wore nothing but black all over again and wept against his side while he did his best to comfort her despite knowing she was inconsolable - he knew, because he felt the pain of loss too, but maybe it was different for him than it was for her.&nbsp; He had privately grieved for the loss of the children, the loss of family that he'd never thought he'd get a chance to have - but he had settled on one thing, the thing that had kept him from going to that dark place inside of him.<br><br>He had lost his dad, he had lost countless buddies in the B.P.R.D, he had lost his unborn children - but damn it all, he still had Liz.&nbsp; And that had been enough for him to get by, because Liz was his world.<br><br>But he hadn't been enough for her, and something about that stung real bad.<br><br>He frowned; he hated introspecting.&nbsp; It was a simple enough damn question,<br><br>"Yeah," Hellboy said finally, "Yeah, it's alright."<br><br>He raised a finger in the air,<br><br>"But no spooning." he added, grinning.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>08-07-2009, 18:46:57</strong>
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				John raised an eyebrow, before rolling his eyes and scooting away a couple of inches. He didn't like the distance between them. It lessened the warmth that he was getting from Hellboy's body. He closed his eyes, and exhaled. The bed smelled so strongly like Hellboy. His musk, his scent, it was all around him. Clinging to the bed-sheets. <br><br>"Way to take all the fun out of it," he muttered, opening his eyes once more to look at the enormous red male beside him. He wanted to help him. He wanted Hellboy to know . . . well, fuck it. He himself didn't know. He just wanted to be able to make Hellboy smile. To make him feel . . . well, loved.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 04:45:04</strong>
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				Hellboy felt strangely conflicted when Myers moved away from him, putting distance between them and removing the pleasant, living warmth that had come with his presence - he was, all at once, frustrated and relieved by the physical distance, but he didn't show it on his face.&nbsp; Instead, he allowed himself to stay laying back against the bed and did his best to think about - other things, anything that would get his mind off of the weirdness that had occurred in that room over the past few days.<br><br>He failed miserably in that endeavor; all he could think about, ultimately, was how royally screwed up things had been, how complex it had all become and how, just now, things had managed to become even more complicated.&nbsp; The demon had a lot of questions right then but conversation had never been his strong suit, so he just didn't ask them.<br><br>"Dangerous grounds to tread on for the sake of fun," Hellboy rumbled.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 18:46:27</strong>
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				John rolled onto his side, facing Hellboy, his expression pensive. What was Hellboy so afraid of? That he'd hurt John? That John would hurt him? Or . . . was it something more than that. Hellboy had never gotten as close to someone as he had Liz. Except, of course, Professor Bruttenholm. And look how both of those had ended. But that wasn't what he wanted to think about. What he wanted to think about Hellboy. And&nbsp; . . . Hellboy with him.<br><br>"What if I don't care?" he whispered, softly. "What if . . . I want to be close to you, anyway? To be . . . <em>with</em> you? Even if it's not . . . the wisest option."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 20:51:21</strong>
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				Hellboy considered John's questions for a long moment; his expression could never be called introspective, but there was certainly thought occurring in those golden eyes as he looked up at the ceiling.&nbsp; Slowly, the eyes flicked back to John,<br><br>"Y'had to go through a mental assessment to get the job here, right?" he asked finally; the Hellboy approach was ultimately a straight-forward one - when things get heavy, serious, or too deep, make light of it with a joke or sarcastic prod and hope that changes things for the better.&nbsp; And, generally, if that didn't work, the solution was to make another joke or remark until it eventually did get better - but to be fair, Hellboy had spent roughly eighty percent of his life in fist fights, gun fights, or being thrown around by giant monsters.&nbsp; <br><br>Bruttenholm had naturally made efforts with Hellboy, and all things considering, he hadn't turned out bad, but his emotional openness needed a little work - this was confusing for Hellboy, and when things got confusing, he fell back on what he knew.&nbsp; <br><br>There was another lengthy silence in which Hellboy watched the agent closely for a moment, and the earnest tone and expression was killing him; how could anyone have eyes that big and honest?&nbsp; <br><br>"I don't think ya know what you're doing here, Myers." Hellboy said finally, and his voice was surprisingly earnest as well - when it came to Liz, she had known what she was doing.&nbsp; She had known him for years, knew what he was capable of - and maybe Myers did too, but Liz was somehow harder than the Agent beside him.<br><br>That, and there was something almost - naive - about John Myers that made Hellboy feel as though - <br><br>- he didn't finish the thought, he pushed it aside.<br><br>"I'm pretty sure," he said finally, struggling for words, "That this is one of those sorta things that require - you know - thinking about."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 21:00:22</strong>
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				John couldn't help himself. He felt so . . . well, stupid, for lack of a better word. That's what affection did to you. Made you stupid. Made you do terribly silly things, and say even sillier thing, and then before you know it, you've made a complete ass of yourself. But he couldn't help it. It was chemistry. It was raw need, emotion. He moved back to where he was, resting against Hellboy's side, and pressed their lips together once again. His lips parted a bit, and his tongue tried to gain entrance to Hellboy's mouth. <br><br>It was true. He had no God damn idea what he was doing here. He just . . . needed to do it. Anyway. If he didn't, he knew that he'd regret it, that he'd analyze every single second that he hadn't done it for the rest of his life. And whether Hellboy admitted it or not, this wasn't a random impulse, for John. He'd been hoping for this for well over a year now. And he was finally getting it. <br><br>"I-I've thought . . . God, you have no idea how much of thought . . . I've . . . I've thought about so many things. Doing things with you. Doing things <em>to</em> you. Having . . . having you do things to me. And . . . and just being with you. But . . ." he placed a hand on Hellboy's chest, stroking it lightly, and nodding. "But you haven't thought. So . . . maybe you should. Maybe . . . a-a little time, yeah." <br><br>He crawled out of Hellboy's bed, and straightened himself up, reaching for his jacket, and his shoes. With the carefully practiced motion of someone who had done this a billion times, he was fully suited and pristine in a matter of seconds. Like nothing had ever happened.<br><br>"I'll be back later tonight to check on you."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 22:21:53</strong>
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				Hellboy watched John; he watched him edge a little closer, watched him lean in - another kiss to his mouth and the sensation of a seeking, warm tongue, and Hellboy found himself letting it happen and then responding again, exceedingly careful.&nbsp; He took it slow because he knew it would be a bad idea to get too - dedicated - to this particular moment, he knew himself well enough to end the kiss quickly, to pull back.<br><br>And then Myers was stuttering beside him again, expression torn somewhere between optimism and an astounding sadness, and his hand was on Hellboy's chest, touching him and almost - petting him.&nbsp; For an instant, Hellboy's eyes went half-lidded and he might have purred if it weren't for the situation and the awkward way Myers was trying to explain.&nbsp; His eyes opened wider again as John alluded to - things - he had been thinking about and some part of the demon wanted to stop John right there and make him give a more thorough description, but he stopped himself.<br><br>Then Myers was standing; he was alert and rearranged so quickly that Hellboy's eyes nearly crossed,<br><br>"Right," Hellboy said finally, feeling a little dumb.&nbsp; He was sure there was something else he should have said right then, but - damn if he could figure out what it was.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 23:33:55</strong>
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				John nodded at him, forced a half-smile, and turned to go. But he caught himself. He wasn't quite ready to go yet. He turned on his heel and walked back over to Hellboy, leaning down wordlessly to kiss his forehead, and stroke his chin lightly, running his fingers along the tuft of hair there, the same way he'd seen Liz do it. He knew why she did. It was completely adorable. <br><br>He leaned back, against, and straightened himself upright once more. <br><br>"Right then. Done."<br><br>And with that, he strolled out of the room. Didn't bother to turn around. Knew that he'd be tempted if he did. <br><br>----<br><br>He'd been true to his word. That night, he'd walked into the room with his usual cart. Usually, he let the chef prepare the cooking. But it was clear, this time, that he'd done it. If only due to the small stains covering his shirt. <br><br>He smiled at Hellboy. <br><br>"Look! Real food! Can you sit up alright?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 00:13:13</strong>
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				Hellboy hadn't really seen it coming, so his expression was one of open surprise when Myers came back and placed a kiss on his forehead and ran slender fingers along his facial hair - he stared at the retreating form of the agent, and watched the door until it closed.&nbsp; Like he had done before, he found himself mulling it over - but eventually his thoughts became so circular and he got so annoyed with his own internal monologue that he threw his hands in the air in frustration.<br><br>And then, after a long silence, he pushed his stone hand against the mattress and pushed himself up - jesus, had it really only been one day since the fight? - and put his feet down onto the ground.&nbsp; The floor felt cool under the pads of his bare feet, and he realized the air would be even cooler on everything else; there was a moment where the big man was motionless, and then he forced himself onto his feet.<br><br>Hellboy grimaced as the wound protested loudly, but he crossed the room anyways and used his tail to get his trousers off the ground; getting into them without his back aching wasn't as easy as picking them up, and the pain was still suprisingly raw - but he had become adept at ignoring that sort of thing.&nbsp; <br><br>He crossed the room then, moving to the vault door and pulling it open - he peered out then, glancing down the hallway before he left, closing the door behind him.&nbsp; They'd stopped leaving guards outside his room a while ago, and any that did hang out there these days only did so out of habit - they all knew that, ultimately, if Hellboy wanted to leave, he would find a way.&nbsp; They didn't lock the door anymore either; long gone were the days where he was jailed to his room, he was free to wander the B.P.R.D - just, they didn't think highly upon it when he was wounded.<br><br>Or at least Myers didn't.<br><br>He didn't really think about it; he just ended up in the library, and it still smelled like his dad did - like peppermint and something weirdly dusty.<br><br>"You're supposed to be resting."<br><br>The voice drifted from the right of the room, slightly tinny through the speakers, but casual and completely lacking any sort of accusation.<br><br>"Yeah, well, I rested." Hellboy replied.<br><br>"I see."<br><br>Abe appeared in his tank, drifting peacefully through the cool water and coming to a stop nearby, palms pressing to the glass, all of the suctions opening, the muscles shuddering and breathing in his fingers; Hellboy had learned long ago that there was nothing he could hide from those hands and Abe knew it too.&nbsp; For a long moment they watched eachother,<br><br>"Would you like to talk about it?" Abe ventured hopefully.<br><br>"No." Hellboy replied, just a little too quickly, and Abe continued to watch him anyways, considering him in that careful, quiet way that he always did.<br><br>"Alright," Abe said eventually, "But you're bored."<br><br>Hellboy lifted his shoulders a little in what would have been a shrug if the injury didn't prevent him from completing the movement; Abe didn't tell him to go back to his room and lay down though - he knew the demon wouldn't listen anyways.<br><br>"And confused." Abe added, beginning to prod a little.<br><br>"Hey, I know what you're doing, fish-face, don't try and pull that." Hellboy said, tone mildly defensive in the way it always got when he was uncertain, "Leave your readings to yourself."<br><br>"I didn't have to read anything," Abe replied airily, "Your cantankerous response was more than enough."<br><br>Hellboy replied by looking grumpy and toeing the carpet, and Abe cocked his head slowly to the side.<br><br>"Sometimes talking about things can help." Abe offered, and he watched Hellboy's eyes slide slowly up to meet his, and Abe continued patiently, gently, "It doesn't have to be me, Red.&nbsp; Just - someone.&nbsp; Talk to someone.&nbsp; You've let yourself be alone for too long already."<br><br>The demon made a small noise; it wasn't an agreement or a disagreement, but more of a sheepish, doubtful response, he shrugged again, and both of them winced.<br><br>"Gotta stop doing that." Hellboy groused, and dragged himself out of the room again.&nbsp; When he got back to his own, he found that the bloodied sheets had been removed and replaced with clean ones - even paranormal agencies got housekeeping - but Hellboy didn't bother trying to sleep again.&nbsp; Instead, he ended up wandering his room aimlessly, disregarding the sharp aches and pains that radiated from the wound.<br><br>And when Myers came in, Hellboy was still on his feet, and he turned to look at the agent - the little guy was stained but looking bizarrely pleased,<br><br>"What, so part-time agent, part-time nanny, part-time chef?&nbsp; Hope you're gettin' paid over-time here, Myers." Hellboy said.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 00:22:24</strong>
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				Myers paused, giving Hellboy as disapproving a look as he could manage, before setting the food out on the table. He wasn't going to yell at him for being up-and-about. He was just going to cluck his tongue, and give him withering glares at every opportunity. The food smelled good. Tex-Mex. Enchiladas, Rice, Beans, and Tres Leches for dessert. Nothing particularly difficult. And Myers had worked hard on it. <br><br>"Well, I get a roof over my head, a decent pay-check, all the slimy monsters I can handle, and I get eye candy," he raised a eyebrow, briefly, at Hellboy, before turning. "Also, I'm stealing some of your food. You have no idea how hard it was to make all this on an empty stomach, and not sneak some." <br><br>There was more than enough food to feed a small army. But Hellboy ate a lot.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 00:35:08</strong>
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				Hellboy responded to the disapproving look by wearing the stupidest deer-in-headlights expression he could muster; it was a defense mechanism for the demon at this point - back when he was particularly young, he would recieve similar looks from Bruttenholm on occasion, and at first it was recieved with confusion but eventually the Professor just ended up laughing about it.&nbsp; He'd never been so clear on how his dad could have found anything he did even remotely 'cute', but apparently it had been effective.<br><br>Myers was glaring daggers at him, but at least the food smelled good and -<br><br>- <em>eye candy</em>?<br><br>Hellboy did a double-take, because Myers had definitely cocked that eyebrow at him,<br><br>"Uh huh." Hellboy said slowly, disbelievingly, as he watched Myers like he might spontaneously combust.&nbsp; He crossed the room to the fridge then, trying to shake it off as he pulled out two beers, handing one over to the other man.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 00:38:51</strong>
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				Myers flashed a grin, at the look that Hellboy was giving him. It wasn't a laugh. But it was a start. He placed two cheese enchiladas and some rice and beans on his plate, taking the beer and stepping back, to lean against the wall. <br><br>"So you're feeling better, huh?" he said, taking a bite of his food, and grinning. Everything had worked out well. <br><br>"Think you can take another one-on-one with one of those spider demons?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 00:47:44</strong>
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				"Peachy," Hellboy replied, straightening his back and cocking his head to the side; his neck and spine popped audibly, "One of those suckers bust in here, they wouldn't stand a chance.&nbsp; I'll just send super-nanny after them - I'm sure you carry some Raid around in your Mary Poppins handbag, yeah?"<br><br>He returned the grin with one of his own, then plucked up a plate, digging into the food with gusto.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 00:52:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				John watched Hellboy eat. He seemed to be enjoying himself. Good. That meant that John had done the food well. He'd insisted on doing the cooking. He wanted to please Hellboy. Wanted to make him smile. Food, above all else, seemed a good way to do so. He walked over, letting his arm brush along Hellboy's, as he gathered up some Tres Leches for himself, and stepped back. The extremely moist cake was sweet, and delicious. <br><br>"Nah, no raid. Just an umbrella, a charming hat, some stocking in case mine get a tear . . . y'know. Essentials."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 01:04:48</strong>
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				Hellboy was in the middle of taking a drink when Myers spoke, and for the first time in his life he experienced what it felt like to have beer in his sinuses.&nbsp; Hellboy let out a choke of laughter and had to turn away to paw at his nose and mouth for a moment, squinting at the burn of alcohol up his nose while low rolls of laughter still escaped him.<br><br>"Crap," Hellboy said, rubbing at his eye with the back of his hand when he turned back again, a lopsided grin pulling at the side of his mouth, big chest lifting with his breaths, shining slightly from where he'd managed to spill beer in the process, <br><br>"Shoulda hired you for entertainment." Hellboy said finally.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 01:12:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				John considered making an innuendo of it. Instead, he simply let his eyes rest on Hellboy for a moment, his mouth cocked into a small, flirtatious half-smile, before returning back to his cake, savoring it. By the time he was done, Hellboy had put an incredibly dent in the food, and seemed to have no intention of slowing down. John leaned against the wall, closing his eyes for a moment. He liked hearing Hellboy laugh. He really did. <br><br>When Hellboy appeared to be finishing up, starting on the Tres Leches, he began to gather up some of the plates, arranging them on his cart, knowing that acting preemptively was wise, in this situation. Occasionally, he would steal glances at Hellboy. And, if caught, he would simply smile, fully and warmly. <br><br>He didn't need to think about it. He was in love. Simple as that. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 01:25:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Silence fell between them then and it was comfortable enough, but there was no ignoring the buzz of - something else - in the room.&nbsp; Hellboy was vaguely aware it had to do with the fact they had been all over eachother earlier that day, but addressing it somehow seemed unwise.<br><br>He felt Myers' eyes on him a few times, and once he looked up in time to make eye contact and watch a slow, warm smile cross the Agent's face - for some reason, the sight sent heat straight into his spine, and Hellboy's eyes widened almost imperceptibly, exploring the other man's features for a moment.&nbsp; After another stretch of silence, he found himself talking without knowing why:<br><br>"Abe says I should talk to someone." he said finally.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 01:28:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				John stopped his moving, and looked at Hellboy fully, tilting his head slightly. Abe. That was certainly an interesting factor, in this discussion. In a situation so firmly rooted in neither of them telling each other the full truth, there was a telepath directly involved who could easily see through their deceit. And could, if he so choose, inform the other about it. <br><br>"Oh?" he said, finally, "What about?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 01:48:54</strong>
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				Hellboy considered the question for a long moment; Abe was something of a wild card in the B.P.R.D. - where Hellboy was the muscle mass, Abe was the brains of the operation and he tended to be patient and observant to a fault - it was something that extended to his relationships.<br><br>Within the Bureau everyone had the tendency of coming to Abe with their problems because he somehow always knew how to help them despite his claim that problem-solving wasn't his strong suit.&nbsp; <br><br>But he also made people uneasy, because there was a level of paranoia about someone who could know their every thought and read their history like a book.&nbsp; Hellboy wondered if that was why John froze for an instant, if maybe for an instant he was worried that Abe had - said something.<br><br>Which made Hellboy curious, because what could John be worried had been said?<br><br>"Probably emotional crap." Hellboy said, looking down at his feet, "Thinks I been locked up too long, like I might explode or something if I don't -"<br><br>He struggled for the words, and waved a hand vaguely,<br><br>"Ya know."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 01:55:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				John looked at him thoughtfully, for a moment, before nodding. <br><br>"I'm inclined to agree with him." For a second, the urge to kiss the larger man was almost overwhelming. But he suppressed it. His lips pursed slightly, out of habit. He looked back up. <br><br>"You know that . . . that I'm here. We're still . . . taking time. Figuring stuff out. But if you ever decide you need me. For anything. I'm here." He blinked. "B-but I probably sound pretty ridiculous, and I'm embarrassed, so . . ." He began to gather up the plates again, having gone a little pink.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 02:08:55</strong>
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				Hellboy wasn't sure what kind of response he had expected, but ultimately he should have expected that John and Blue would share an opinion on the matter - the two had a lot in common, mostly in the sense they - emoted.&nbsp; Or at least, Abe was in tune with others emotions, though he wasn't so inclined to expressing them, while John was - very human.<br><br>Though, he didn't seem to have a lot of the negative traits that Hellboy had discovered tended to come with the being-human thing, at least none that he'd seen.&nbsp; No, all of those nasty emotions and reactions that should have been innate in John seemed to have been replaced with a perpetual awkwardness in the agent as he fumbled and shyly stuttered his way through heavy moments instead of getting angry or panicking the way humans were supposed to.<br><br>That sort of thing was rare.<br><br>The words escaped Hellboy before he knew what he was saying:<br><br>"Sorry." he blurted out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 02:17:06</strong>
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				John smiled at him. The same warm, loving smile. He set the last of the plates on the cart, and pushed it forward, towards the door. He reached up, and ran a hand along Hellboy's arm. <br><br>"You've got nothing to be sorry about."<br><br>And with that, he was gone. Out the door, and gone.<br><br>- - - - <br><br>Several days later, they'd fallen into a comfortable pattern. John was cooking all Hellboy's meals. And while each encounter he had with Hellboy was drenched in the young man's overwhelming sincerity - he never once made a physical affront on Hellboy's person. No kissing, groping, or hugging. But there were . . . tiny things. A gentle bump. The tips of his fingers on the demon's forearm. And those eyes. They way they drank him in. <br><br>It was 11 pm, and John was in the gym. He was running through his kata. He'd been practicing Goju Ryu for years, and his body moved with precision, and a certain amount of grace. He was wearing a white t-shirt, over a pair of black shorts that went down past his knees. He didn't like exposing skin. It made him feel vulnerable. And it showed just how pale he was. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 02:39:09</strong>
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				Hellboy looked grim, because as John left, he never quite got to explain what he was apologizing for - and the reason for it had only just hit him.&nbsp; <br><br>He'd wanted to tell John he was sorry for ever saying he was just like 'the rest of his kind' because - he wasn't.&nbsp; He was more sure now than he ever was that John Myers was unlike any other human being, more sure that the guy had trouble living in his own skin - and Hellboy could relate to that.&nbsp; He was sorry for ever having shoved the agent into the same group as the angry bipeds who experimented on guys like him and Abe, because it was probably the most untrue thing he'd ever said, even if he had been pissed when he'd said it.<br><br>But the words never came, and John left a residual warm on Hellboy's arm; he didn't manage to get the words out in the following days either, but things became bizarrely - comfortable.&nbsp; John was coming in regularly and they ended up drifting into long silences that had lost their awkwardness, and though there hadn't been any more - moments - there had certainly been touches.&nbsp; Nothing big, but things like fingers along his arm, or a palm brushing his shoulder, or just eye contact that went on a little too long, at one point Hellboy had even experienced the bizarre sensation of butterflies in his stomach when Myers offered another of those smiles, leaving the demon feeling a little ridiculous.&nbsp; <br><br>By the fifth day, Hellboy was refusing to stay still since one day spent laying in bed was more than enough for him, and while the wound was still healing, the demon seemed to barely acknowledge its presence, but that may have just been due to sheer stubbornness.&nbsp; The demon had taken to wandering the B.P.R.D a little more, almost the way he once had, before Liz had left - much to Abe's particular brand of subdued delight - and on that particular day, while wandering through the hallway, Hellboy found himself pausing as he passed the gym.<br><br>There was a small window pane in the door and it was enough that the demon had caught sight of something from the corner of his eye, and a closer inspection had him realizing he was looking at Myers - Myers, out of his neat business suit, but somehow still managing to look formal even while sweating through a workout.&nbsp; He figured it was the way Myers' hair had the unnatural tendency of never being out of place; it made the demon want to muss it up all the time.<br><br>He did his best not to think about that too hard, because that butterfly thing was happening again.<br><br>He found himself slipping into the gym; it was a big room with vaulted ceilings and an inordinate amount of machines to accomodate the population of the B.P.R.D., though the room seemed to rarely even be used and most of the machines were far too light for Hellboy.<br><br>At that point, the demon was donning a shirt again; like Myers, he wasn't such a fan of being exposed, and now that he'd had gauze applied to the healing wound - courtesy of Abe - he was able to wear a little more without getting the painful sensation of cloth against a sore spot.<br><br>Surprisingly silent for a guy his size, Hellboy had stepped in while Myers had his back turned, and he leaned up against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest to watch the other man.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 02:46:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Punch. Punch. Step forward into a kick. Punch. His right arm moved up to cross over his chest, his left coming up to brace it, before he turned on his heel and cut through the air, he eyes locked firmly in front of him, as he moved through the motions. It was hard to notice, as he turned, the giant red blotch in the corner of his eye. He smiled, but did not break the kata, continuing to move through the entire form, before finally stopping, bowing to the north wall, and turning to face Hellboy. His hair, despite lacking any gel, today, was still perfect. It was almost super-natural.<br><br>He flashed him one of those smiles, and approached him, holding up a hand in a polite wave. His face glistened with sweat. He looked like he was just incredibly happy to see Hellboy. The same expression he ways had. <br><br>"Hey Red," he said, his voice calm and carefree, "whatcha doin'?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 02:54:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hellboy watched the entire thing, but he saw the smile tug at the guy's mouth and knew he'd been spotted - he was pretty hard to miss.<br><br>For a skinny, awkward kind of guy, Myers moved with an impressive amount of grace, flowing through the kata with ease, certain of his movements.&nbsp; Watching him, Hellboy found himself aware of the presence of long, lean muscle in John's forearms, twisting with each punch and block, and calf muscles that flexed with his steps.&nbsp; <br><br>And sweat; he was aware of the fact Myers was sweating, because his skin was shining from it as he walked towards him,<br><br>"I was imagining you were beating the crap out of Kraus, but for all we know, you were." Hellboy replied.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 03:01:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				John laughed. His shirt was clinging close. Perhaps elastic. There wasn't that much sweat. Not enough to make the shirt cling so. But&nbsp; . . . <br><br>"Nah, I think I'd know. Have you ever walked through him when he's out of his suit? 's like taking a brief trip back to the Antarctic." He turned, and walked back to his sports bag, with his change of clothes, deoderant, and water-bottle. It was rather unnecessary, seeing as how he lived at the BRPD now. But it was a habit. He bent down to pick it up. As he did so, the outline of his backside was presented there for Hellboy. It was almost like it was on purpose. <br><br>Slinging it over his shoulder, he walked back over the the large man, placed a hand on his shoulder, and smiled. "C'mon. I'll fix you something to eat before bed."<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 03:21:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hellboy squinted a moment,<br><br>"Yeah, I vaguely recall him leaving the suit." Hellboy lied; it wasn't vague at all, he distinctly remembered it, considering that had been the time Kraus had repeatedly bashed a locker door into his face.&nbsp; There probably was a distinct temperature change when Kraus left the suit, but Hellboy hadn't been paying much attention to the air quality at that time.<br><br>"I don't think the guy would stop talking long enough to -" Hellboy continued, and faltered because Myers had bent down a few feet in front of him and his knowledge of the english language had suddenly left his head for an instant.&nbsp; He realized he was staring and blinked hard, giving his head a shake as though to knock his brain back into place, but he couldn't even remember what he'd been saying, so he gave up on it, eyes following the agent as he moved through the gym, placing a hand against his shoulder.&nbsp; <br><br>There had been a lot of touches like that over the last few days, brushes and grazes, plenty of smiles and eyebrow quirks - it was strange for Hellboy, especially since he found himself becoming uncertain of whether it was intentional or if maybe he was putting too much thought into the tiny motions - but it was all making him a little - confused.&nbsp; <br><br>Even then, he found himself wondering if that display a moment ago - if Myers had <em>meant to</em> - and the shirt that the agent was wearing wasn't oversized or baggy, didn't hide him the way his suits and stupid sweaters did and it displayed the lean line of the man's torso.<br><br>And then Myers was talking about making him something to eat, and Hellboy wasn't usually given to innuendoes, but he found himself thinking about biting down on the exposed, pale skin of the man's neck -<br><br>- well, <em>crap</em>.&nbsp; <br><br>Hellboy's thoughts stuttered to a halt and went in reverse, reviewing the thoughts a second and third time, braking again and moving forward once more as he moved alongside Myers, out of the gym, trying to fight down the heat he could feel creeping up to his ears.&nbsp; <br><br>He told himself he should make conversation, because being stuck with his thoughts right then seemed dangerous - but he was damned if he could find an appropriate topic.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 03:28:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				John seemed thoroughly non-plussed. He led Hellboy through the BPRD's immaculate halls, eventually leading him into the cafeteria. He gestured to a seat, and set his bag down, before heading into the kitchen. His bag. With all his clothes in it. Maybe there was underwear. Or some of the cologne that Myers liked to wear in terribly soft quantities - just enough to provide a teasing sniff, and nothing more. Maybe. Maybe . . .<br><br>John returned. In one hand, a triple-decker sandwich for Hellboy. In the other, a chocolate milkshake, for him. He set the sandwich down, and settled in next to him. Just close enough were the faintest amount of warmth could be felt. And he began to drink. <br><br>Hellboy could smell the sweat a little more sharply now. The sweat, and the man's laundry detergent. And the life scent of his shampoo. And the even more buried scent of that cologne. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 03:39:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Though Hellboy liked to think of himself as being a human - and even made some pointless efforts not to look so different from them - he had no choice but to acknowledge from time to time that there were things that made it so he would never exactly be one of them.&nbsp; The super strength, healing, red skin, and tail were obvious enough, but he was also a creature of senses, moreso than humans could ever be, and he could easily make distictions between different smells, regardless of how subtle they might be.&nbsp; <br><br>And right then, he could smell a lot of different things on Myers; there was cologne and shampoo, detergent and even toothpaste somewhere in there, but the most obvious - and torturous one - for Hellboy was the smell of sweat.&nbsp; To some humans it might have been considered a negative thing, even repulsive, but he supposed that was another of the differences - where Liz had always been embarrassed after working out, hurried to get to the shower, she had quickly discovered that Hellboy had no qualms with the scent of sweat, in fact there was something natural about it that even seemed to sort of - set him off.&nbsp; <br><br>Something to do with hormones, Abe had explained to her later, mildly embarrassed - though it had been even more embarrassing for the amphibious agent to explain that, since he had a partner, Hellboy's - drive - might be effected by the changing seasons as well.&nbsp; Spring had been a rough season for Liz.<br><br>Hellboy did his best to keep his focus on his food - which he gratefully accepted - but found concentration wasn't coming so easily anymore. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 03:42:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				John sipped his milkshake in silence. Finally, he spoke, turning to Hellboy with a nervous expression. <br><br>"So . . . have you thought about it? At all?"<br><br>He didn't want to press the matter. To try his luck. But at the same point, he wanted to know what Hellboy was feeling. What, if anything, he wanted from him. At least then he'd have piece of mind.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 04:06:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hellboy was blindsided by the question; he had been trying to distract himself with thoughts of almost anything else but the underlying cause of the tension, and then Myers just ran up and smacked him directly in the head with it.&nbsp; <br><br>He wasn't sure if the timing was terrible or perfect, because with the smell of Myers lingering in the air and his concentration at an all time low, he found himself slowly moving his eyes towards the other man, and there was something intense and a little dark looming in the golden irises as he observed the agent.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 04:35:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				John, having had more than enough time to contemplate his own answer, decided to press forward. He bit his bottom lip, and continued, turning in his chair so that he sat facing Hellboy.<br><br>"I-it's alright, if you haven't . . . or if you decided . . . if you decided something I might not want to here. But my answer's the same . . . it'll always be the same, and . . . and I thought you should know . . ."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 04:41:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hellboy's attention was completely on Myers at that point; there was a single-minded focus to him right then, and he listened to the characteristic stuttering response, eyes pinned to the agent.&nbsp; After a moment he spoke, and his words were slow and strangely careful, but there was a firmness to them,<br><br>"Make a pass at me." Hellboy said, "You told me you'd do it if I asked.&nbsp; I'm asking."<br><br>There was the sound of Myers' chair sliding forward, the metal stoppers shrieking against the tiled floor, and if the agent were to look down, he would see Hellboy's tail wrapped around one of the chair legs, tugging him just a little closer,<br><br>"Make a pass at me." Hellboy repeated, and his tone was low.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 04:53:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				John felt his mouth go dry. He pushed his milkshake away, and pursed his lips, slightly. Hellboy . . . what he was saying. The way that he was acting. It was all a bit disorienting. He'd been so certain, a moment prior. Now he had no idea what to do. And Hellboy. . . those eyes were so bright. So alive. He'd never seen them like that. Maybe Liz had.<br><br>He tried to crack a smile. He had no idea what he was doing. Slowly, he leaned forward, to place a hand on the broad expanse of Hellboy's chest. <br><br>"I-I . . . I love you, Hellboy. I want to be <em>with</em> you. In whatever capacity you'd have me."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 05:14:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Muscles twitched when John's hand pressed to his chest and he watched the agent intently - though he found he hadn't quite expected the response he got. <br><br>He hadn't expected a response as invested as the one Myers gave him, and his uncertain efforts to smile only caused a strange sort of fondness to stir in Hellboy.&nbsp; <br><br>He tugged Myers forward one more time; they were facing eachother and so close that their knees were touching, and he considered the man's reply for a long moment - he couldn't say he was so sure what capacity he would have Myers in either, but then, he supposed he could figure that out, couldn't he?&nbsp; <br><br>Both of Hellboy's big hands moved down to suddenly grasp Myers' legs, fingers giving the slender thighs a firm squeeze, and the agent felt warm and solid under his fingers - different in a way that the demon wanted to explore a little further.&nbsp; Helboy moved his left hand down to the hem of the shorts and he slid his fingers up underneath the material, his palm and fingertips grazing over the skin of John's leg, over his knee, and he pushed his hand up to where it had been before on the Agent's thigh but this time without the barrier of material to get in his way.&nbsp; He used that moment to dig his fingers against the muscle he found there, touching, stroking, and nearly massaging the thigh under his hand.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 15:37:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				John felt Hellboy's muscles twitch, felt him inhale and exhales slowly, as he dragged his hand down to rest at the man's side. When Hellboy placed both hands on his thighs, he tensed slightly, letting out a sharp gasp from between clenched teeth as Hellboy's hand moved down, and into the leg of his shorts, to run over his bare thigh. He raised his gaze up to meet Hellboy's amber eyes, his own a mixture of confusion, and intense longing. <br><br>"B-bedroom," was all that he could manage to say. If this was indeed going where he thought it was going, he certainly didn't want it to happen on a cafeteria table. And he certainly hope it was going in that direction. Or, at least part of him very obviously did. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 19:18:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hellboy could feel John tensing under his hand and was regarding him with confusion; for an instant the demon wondered if he had made a mistake, if he had moved too quickly or even frightened the other man - but no, then he could see something else in John's expression, there was a flash in his eyes.&nbsp; Suddenly the way that Myers was watching him told him that he hadn't made any kind of mistake, that this was what the other agent had been seeking, and it struck Hellboy as strange and pleasing that anyone should want this from him.<br><br>Then came the shaky response from the human, and Hellboy felt a heat crawl up his spine from the single word.&nbsp; For a moment, he considered grabbing hold of Myers and tossing him onto the table, but he controlled himself admirably, fighting down the more aggressive urges that threatened to well up inside of him.&nbsp; <br><br>Hellboy's eyes didn't leave John's though his thumb dug against the bare thigh muscle for another moment, stroking down it all the way to his knee before the demon pulled his hands away and stood slowly, head bowed slightly as he watched Myers intently.<br><br>"Bedroom," Hellboy agreed roughly, and pulled Myers up onto his feet, "Now."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 19:30:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				John let his hand slip away from Hellboy's side, dragging it along his arm, and then pulling it back, as the order came through loud and clear. He couldn't believe this was happening. That . . . that it finally <em>was</em> happening. All the fantasizing. The longing. It was actually happening. Hellboy's voice was low, and husky. What John hadn't expected was the dominance. The power, and the aggression behind it. He wanted to be Hellboy's. That's what he was getting. <br><br>"Yes, Sir . . ." he said, half-joking, his voice soft, immediately falling into a more submissive role. He grabbed his bag, leaving the plate and the glass of half-drank milkshake on the table, as he followed after Hellboy who, it seemed, had one singular objective. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 19:54:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hellboy grinned at the reply, but there was something a little sharper about the smile than usual as they headed out of the cafeteria, both of them with a particular goal and destination in mind - and if the demon thought about it, it seemed a strange thing to be walking with Myers down the hallway, heading for the vault door so they could get to the bed.&nbsp; <br><br>He wondered if Myers was clear on how this sort of thing would go.<br><br>Hellboy pulled open the door to the room and practically yanked Myers inside, shutting it behind them and almost instantly stepping forward so he could back the other man up against the steel door, trapping the agent between it and him, looking down at him with a strange intensity,<br><br>"Hey, Myers," Hellboy rasped out, and as he pressed up against the other man, John would have no choice but to acknowledge something hard and very large pressing against his hip, "You know how humans always have lots of theories and myths about guys like me?&nbsp; How we're all raging, blood-thirsty monsters, that we crave nothing but death and destruction, and how getting into bed with one of us could kill you?"<br><br>He cocked his head to the side,<br><br>"That last part is right." he said, "You've gotta know - I get -"<br><br>There was a struggle on his face for a moment as he looked for the word,<br><br>"- uh, I just don't share well." he finished lamely, then added, "And I'm not so good at casual, because if we do this, you're not gonna be able to get away from me.&nbsp; You have to know that."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 20:52:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				John contemplated what Hellboy was telling him. He thought about how possessive Hellboy had been of Liz. Enough to send him half-way across the world, at the very least. He thought about what this meant. Whether or not he could handle . . . well, being <em>Hellboy's</em>. He realized, of course, that that answer was obvious. <br><br>He stepped off the wall, and wrapped his arms around Hellboy's waist, holding himself close and turning his head, his face pressed into the man's chest. <br><br>"You're&nbsp; . . . you're all I've wanted. The only person I've been able to think about, like that, for so long. What you really are . . . doesn't matter. Never mattered. You're you . . .&nbsp; that's all I need to know."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 21:10:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				John was silent only for a moment, but it was one of the longest moments Hellboy could recall experiencing; it was the moment in which Myers was considering the implications of everything he had just said and weighing the possibilities, going over the consequences and plausible outcomes.&nbsp; The fact was that life with Hellboy was already dangerous, but a life where he - belonged - to Hellboy would be something else entirely, there was no amount of government training that could prepare a person for it.<br><br>And then John had stepped forward and was hugging him around the waist and he could feel the man's face pressed to his chest; the demon froze for an instant, arms out as he looked down at Myers before he brought a hand down to the back of the man's neck, fingers touching and stroking at the skin and the hair at the nape.<br><br>Myers' words were embarrassingly warming, and Hellboy wasn't sure what to say right then, but the assurance was there and the agent was at least mildly aware of what he was getting himself into - it was a start, Hellboy decided.<br><br>But he wasn't used to the level of kindness that John was doling out to him - and especially not the level of acceptance from a human, and after having spent so much of his life as a loner save for those sparse, bright moments with Liz, having someone so openly acknowledging what he was and still - what, <em>wanting</em> him? - it was stirring something inside the demon.&nbsp; The feeling struck him suddenly and powerfully, and he found himself suddenly dislodging Myers from around his waist and pushing the man back enough that he could lean down and place a hard kiss to the agent's mouth, one hand still at the back of his neck, the other going to John's lean waist.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 21:39:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				So long. It had been so long, since the first time he'd ever seen Hellboy. The first time he'd ever smelled cigar smoke mixed with an unmistakably unearthly musk. The first time those amber eyes had looked over him, and that tail had come up, and flicked slightly. The first time that he'd ever seen those lips move, and thought about how they would feel against his, how that broad tongue would feel moving inside his mouth. What it would be like having those arms around him, and holding him close, and making him feel warm and safe. <br><br>Now he knew. And he melted into it. <br><br>As he was pushed back slightly, he moved his hands around, and slid them up the demon's chest, until he was wrapping them around that thick neck, opening his mouth to allow Hellboy's tongue passage. He let all insecurity, all questioning melt out of his mind. The door was shut. It wasn't opening any time soon. It was just them. And they had all the time in the world.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 22:09:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hellboy felt slender arms slip up around his neck and he took the cue as Myers' lips parted; his tongue pushed in to the agent's mouth, unnaturally hot, strangely long, and pointed just at the tip, it flicked against Myers', his one hand pulling him closer, as close as he could get him.&nbsp; <br><br>After a moment it seemed as though it wasn't enough, because then both of the demon's hands slipped down to Myers' tiny waist and he physically lifted the agent up off the ground, stepping forward to hold him up against the door and against his body without even breaking the contact between their mouths.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 22:22:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				John spread his legs a bit wider, as he felt Hellboy's body settle in against his own. There was a definite detectible lump pressing against him. This time, he felt a lot less abashed. He ground back against it. His hands slid up Hellboy's neck, to run through his hair, his lips parting a little more, deepening the kiss. He wanted it. Good God, he wanted it so bad it hurt. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 23:15:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A low growl issued from somewhere in Hellboy's chest when Myers ground his hips against him and the demon responded by pushing himself closer, crushing their mouths together hard enough that it almost broke skin, and somehow the skin of the demon's torso seemed to become even hotter against the agent's clothed body.<br><br>He could still smell the other man's sweat, and now the air was becoming punctuated by the strong scent of arousal, and Hellboy's left hand slipped in between them and he rubbed his palm roughly between John's legs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 20:45:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				John was beginning to understand why Hellboy had warned him. The heavier things got, the more aggressive Hellboy became. Which wouldn't have been a problem, if it weren't for the fact that Hellboy was at least twice his size, and much, much stronger. Still, he seemed to be able to hold back enough - he hadn't squashed John like a bug yet. Yet being the key word. John slid a hand down, avoiding Hellboy's wounded back, to rest a hand just above his buttocks. Inches from his tail. <br><br>When Hellboy's hand came up, to rub roughly against his groin, he gasped into the kiss, his eyes screwing shut as he tried to keep from shouting. It had been so long since he'd been touched like this. He thrust his hips back against Hellboy's hand, whimpering in the kiss. For a second, he went a little slack, like he'd submitted. Then, sparks would shoot through Hellboy's spine. John had taken his tail in hand, and was stroking it gently. Like he would another piece of Hellboy's anatomy, if he could get to it. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 04:05:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was a certainty that Hellboy was restraining himself with John because the ease with which he held the grown man up against the wall was astounding; there was no challenge in it for him, and it was clear that he was being exceedingly careful with his hands, given that they were the very hands that had ripped monsters to shreds.&nbsp; <br><br>He heard John's whimper and he felt the agent's muscles relax for an instant, and the knowledge <em>he</em> was causing the reaction in Myers was stirring further heat in Hellboy.&nbsp; <br><br>For an instant some ancient, feral part of his mind took the moment as a sign of complete submission from Myers, but before he could act on any urge as a result of it, he felt the man's hand on him.&nbsp; For an instant, Hellboy stiffened against John and then a low groan in his throat and he pulled away from the kiss to give the other man a look that went from bewildered to heated in a matter of moments.&nbsp; From their current proximity, John would be able to feel muscles shuddering and tightening as he stroked along the demon's tail.<br><br>Liz had quickly discovered that the tail was a peculiar feature on Hellboy because despite the appendage being put through regular abuse, when she did something like run her fingers over it lightly, it was intensely sensitive and that any session of absent-mindedly stroking his tail could turn nearly torturous for the demon.<br><br>Touching the tail got Hellboy worked up, and it was clear enough right then with John, too, because as it was stroked, the demon made another low sound in his chest, and he was suddenly pulling back from the wall, freeing Myers to stand on his own two feet, but only as long as it took for Hellboy to collect himself - which, as it turned out, wasn't long at all.&nbsp; He was almost immediately manhandling Myers across the room and towards the bed, though his left hand had slipped up under the material of the agent's thin cotton shirt, and it stayed there even when he shoved John down onto the bed, his fingers stroking and testing the skin of his stomach.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 09:11:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				John smirked, at the look of bewilderment. He thought he had Hellboy's number. Thought, for a moment, that he might be able to control, to an extent, the way that the evening went. He liked the way that Hellboy froze, the way that he shuddered. The way his eyes lidded and that almost purr-like noise echoed from the deep recesses of his chest. Then, of course, the demon stepped backwards. There went John's advantage. <br><br>Suddenly, he was beneath the demon once more, his back splayed across Hellboy's bed, the shirt he was wearing forced upwards, exposing his flat, hairless stomach for the demon's inspection. He'd find John to be rather pale, though nowhere near resembling sickly. This wasn't the greenish paleness one got from never leaving the house, no. This was simply a by-product of always being clothed. A soft, pinkish color. Light. <br><br>A shudder went through the agents body, and he tried to stifle a laugh. Ticklish. The feeling of Hellboy's rough hands on his midriff was sending tremors throughout his body, tremors which he could barely contain. A hand reached up to grip Hellboy's arms, and he looked up at him imploring him. Hoping against hope that the larger man wouldn't abuse this knowledge. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 14:51:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shoving the material of John's shirt up and out of the way, Hellboy was pleased by what he encountered; Myers was lean, a guy built with little extra on his body, but his skin was still soft to the touch and Hellboy's fingers splayed out across the pale stomach.&nbsp; He discovered, however, that all of the muscles twitched and jumped beneath the digits, and Hellboy's eyes flicked up to meet John's, and there was a moment in which he assessed what he had discovered - and yes, there was a definite, vaguely pleading look on the agent's face.<br><br>Hellboy grinned; like hell he wasn't going to take advantage of it.<br><br>He continued to run his fingers up against John's trembling stomach, feather light touches, the sort of contact with maximum potential for this sort of thing - his fingers ran across John's abdomen, near his navel, up and down his sides, testing for the areas that caused the most profound reaction in the normally sober agent.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 16:58:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The sides leading all the way up to the armpit, and the area directly beneath the young man's belly button were the places where Hellboy would have the most luck. Though, to be honest, Myers was of the kind that were fairly ticklish all over. He bit his lip, and struggled against Hellboy's hands, trying to jerk them away with his own, then simply trying to get away with his entire body. No luck. Hellboy held him still easily. <br><br>"S-stop, d-on't, ahaha, please, no m-ahahah!"<br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 17:28:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hellboy was giving Myers a lopsided grin as he watched the agent struggle and squirm desperately beneath him, and for several long moments he took immense interest in making John continue those struggles, tickling the man mercilessly, focussing on the spots that received the most trembling.&nbsp; <br><br>Even after John pleas, he continued because, hell, it was one of the few times he had seen the guy laugh; the agent's efforts to tug his hands away were in vain, but they had both known that anyways - as a rule, Hellboy wouldn't be moved unless he wanted to be.&nbsp; <br><br>Once John had turned a peculiar shade of pink from laughing, he finally let up and ceased the torture, giving Myers a few moments to catch his breath while golden eyes flicked over him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 17:34:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				John was grateful for Hellboy at least giving him the opportunity to catch his breath. He took several deep breaths, before finally opening his eyes and looking up at Hellboy, a pouty expression on his face. <br><br>"Jerk," he muttered, a small grin on his face, as he leaned up, sliding his butt backwards, slightly, to prop himself up, moving to press their lips together, softly, wrapping his arms around Hellboy's neck and pulling down, wanting to feel the man's impressive weight pressing down on him. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 17:44:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				That was a new expression; he watched John's bottom lip stick out slightly, and it struck him as being a bizarre expression in that it was - kind of cute.&nbsp; That wasn't the sort of word he would have originally associated with John Myers, but the word seemed to be popping up with increasing frequency.<br><br>"I'm more of a bastard," Hellboy reasoned, just before he let himself be pulled down by Myers' insistence, and he planted his stone hand against the bed to keep himself from putting his full weight on the agent, but enough that John would be able to feel the intense heat and solid muscle pressing down against him.&nbsp; The kiss was soft, but only for a few moments before Hellboy slid his hand down to the back of John's neck, fingers stroking against the skin there, and then he broke the kiss and ducked his head, pressing his nose against John's jaw to force him to lean his head back a little.<br><br>Then he began to nip at the pale skin of Myers' throat, hand sliding up to tilt his head to the side and give him better access, and he sucked lightly on the spot right over the smaller man's pulse.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 17:52:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				John exhaled sharply through clenched teeth, as he tilted his head back and felt hot breath, and the scratch of Hellboy's facial hair travel over his neck, followed by the sharp pain of the demon's broad teeth, and the warmth of his lips as the enveloped and suckled at the tender flesh there. He whimpered softly once more, craning his neck, wanting Hellboy to move further down, to take a little more of him. It was at this point that he noticed the angle at he was at. And how close he was to the demon's earlobe. <br><br>He leaned up, and blew softly, letting his warm breath travel over Hellboy's earlobe. Then, carefully, he leaned up to take it between his front teeth, softly applying pressure and grinding from side-to-side, with the earlobe caught in between.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 18:06:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He felt Myers' pulse quicken under his mouth, and he might have grinned if it weren't for the fact that the little bastard started working at his ear, a motion that immediately sent shocks into his spine; Hellboy made a noise that was muffled slightly against the agent's neck.&nbsp; <br><br>"Jerk," Hellboy repeated, but with a grin in his voice; then he placed another bite against Myer's throat, slightly harder this time, before soothing it with the strange, hot sensation of his tongue.&nbsp; His hand was shoving the shirt further up Myers' chest then, all the way up to the collarbone, and his fingers travelled over the smooth skin - harder angles, firmer muscle - and he took one of the agent's nipples between thumb and forefinger and gave him an experimental tug, testing his response.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 18:13:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				John threw his head back, Hellboy's earlobe slipping from his mouth, as he let out a small cry of . . . something. It was definitely resembling pleasure.&nbsp; His manhood was achingly hard, pressing out, making his shorts tent fiercely. The teasing was too much. He could only take so much. He reached up again, to take Hellboy's bicep in his hand. <br><br>"H-hellboy, please, can we . . ." He looked into the amber eyes, his cheeks turning a little red, before continuing, "c-can we have . . . a little foreplay and a little more . . . you fucking me like an animal?" He grinned, nervously. He'd never had any practice with dirty talking. He was . . . well, clumsy was a generous word for it. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 18:29:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				John made a desperate sort of noise under him and Hellboy shivered at the sound; restraint was something that he had forced himself to learn when it came to this particular aspect of life - he had always wanted to be careful not to hurt Liz and had taken his time with her, it had astonished her that the guy who generally busted through walls with his head out of impatience was being so disciplined in the bedroom.&nbsp; <br><br>Well, at least until she had told him he didn't need to be so strict about it, told him she wasn't a china doll and wouldn't break if he was a little rougher with her; his size, however, often made him feel like he'd snap a human in two in this kind of situation.<br><br>But then John spoke in a stumbling, needy tone and Hellboy raised his head to meet the other man's eyes, and he watched Myers' cheeks slowly turn red; the curse left the agent's mouth, and as embarrassed-sounding and clumsy as it had been, the effect it had on Hellboy was profound.<br><br>Almost immediately he was on John, kissing the agent hard while his hand began to shove the loose shorts down over Myer's hips, freeing what had become a straining erection.<br><br>Of course, this was new territory for Hellboy and he was pretty sure Myers was aware of the fact, but that didn't mean the demon was going to let it slow him down; he knew the mechanics of it, and it just came down to - personal touch.&nbsp; Hellboy's hot, calloused hand slipped between them and he grasped hold of Myer's cock, stroking him roughly several times.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 18:39:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				John wondered if he'd made a mistake, saying it like that. The moment he'd said it, Hellboy had been all over him, bruising his lips with the force of his kissing, rough facial hair grinding into his own, smooth visage, as Hellboy's hand came down to pull away his shorts, revealing John's body for the demon's appraisal. Yes, he wondered if he'd made a mistake. Hellboy was all around him. All encompassing. He felt like he might drown in the other male's heat, his power, his force. Then, he felt the Demon's hand on his cock. And suddenly he was not so concerned.<br><br>His cock was average, for a human. Six and a half inches of circumcised phallus, thick enough for Hellboy to get a good grip on. His manhood jerked in Hellboy's hand, drooling precum down onto him. He felt his hips gyrating to the rhythm of Hellboy's stroking. <br><br>"Mm, mmmm . . ." he moaned into the kiss, his toes almost curling from the sheer pleasure of it. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 19:25:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was a strange sensation, the feeling of Myers in his hand; for all he knew, human males might have different reactions than he did, so all he could do was experiment with the agent's reactions, but judging by the sounds that were escaping John, he was managing to get it right.&nbsp; He felt Myers lifting his hips up to meet the movements of his hand, and Hellboy shifted his big stone hand down, placing the edge of his palm against Myer's hips, and the sheer strength of him made it enough for him to hold down the human's hips and prevent him from making any movements that the demon didn't allow.<br><br>After a moment - hand still on Myers - he sat back, and his eyes took in the image of him with his shirt pushed up his chest, his shorts pushed down to his knees, and his cock jutting out obscenely, dripping and red in his hand.&nbsp; Hellboy wasn't subtle about it; he let his eyes rake over the human's entire body, something that was probably embarrassing for Myers, but as far as he was concerned, the agent had already seen him completely naked at that point - he was going to do the same.<br><br>There was an unmistakably lust-filled expression on the demon's face then, a dark sort of expression that had him pump his fist on John's length several times with aching slowness, still holding his hips down just so he could watch the way the agent spasmed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 19:32:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				John wanted to close his eyes. Both from the intense pleasure he was recieving by having Hellboy's hand touching him, stroking him, pleasuring him. And from the embarassment he felt at being looked over so . . . hungrily. He'd never felt so exposed, before. Sure, he'd made love . . . once. But the lights had been off. Eyes averted. It had been with a woman, before John had . . . readily admitted it to himself. This was something entirely different. This was him baring himself for Hellboy's inspection. <br><br>But he couldn't close them. They were stuck. Locked firmly on Hellboy's gaze. There was a strange mix of innocence and perversion, there in his visage. He looked in equal parts perverse, with his hard cock jutting up in Hellboy's hand, and pure. Like he desperately needed Hellboy to sully him. <br><br>"P-please, Hellboy, I-I need you on me . . . in me . . ."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 19:51:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was something that had occurred to Hellboy before, that Myers seemed - well, naive.&nbsp; Even Abe had said it before, what with Myers being pure of spirit and all, and the current situation had the big guy feeling very much like the thing humans tended to think of him as - some dark being that was setting out to defile wide-eyed innocents.<br><br>It was probably the first time he didn't mind the stereotype so much.&nbsp; <br><br>Of course, now he was stuck with a strange, heated eye contact and Myers was <em>begging</em> him and Hellboy shuddered visibly.&nbsp; There was a moment where he paused, glancing around the room; they needed - <em>something</em> - or this wouldn't work, at least not in a way that would leave the agent in one piece.&nbsp; <br><br>"Turn over," Hellboy ordered as he rose up off the bed, eyes still locked on the other man's for a long moment before he stepped away; crossing the room turned out to be trickier than he'd thought - while the ache in his back was minimal in comparison to what it had been before, the ache in his front was now calling his attention as he was forced to acknowledge that he was painfully aroused.<br><br>Restraint was hard, in more ways than one.<br><br>He found what he needed in one of the drawers; as embarrassing as it was, he was big enough that sometimes, even when Liz had been - ready - they had needed extra lubrication.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 19:56:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				John knew exactly what Hellboy was going to get, and he was grateful for it. Still, Hellboy's absence was almost painful. Even that brief separation felt like eons. The smaller man took a deep breath, and rolled over onto his stomach. Realizing that it would probably aid in the process, he reached forward and took one of Hellboy's pillows, positioning under his midriff so that his backside was elevated. Ready and . . . waiting, for Hellboy.<br><br>On second thought, <em>this</em> was the most exposed he'd ever felt in his life.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 20:38:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hellboy plucked up the bottle and moved back towards the bed, but he paused for a moment, frozen when he saw Myers waiting for him on the bed; with a pillow propped beneath his hips to jack them up in the air, Myer was looking pink, embarrassed and - wanton - as he lay there.&nbsp; <br><br>Another shudder ran through Hellboy as he surveyed the scene, and then he was in motion again, quickly moving towards the bed and settling himself in behind the other man; he set the bottle off to the side and slid his stone hand up along Myers' ribcage, the rough digits sliding against the soft skin.<br><br>He considered the position, and the situation; he hadn't done this before - not with a guy, anyways - so he knew things had to be done differently.&nbsp; Myers wanted him to hurry, but Hellboy knew that despite his own urge to just fuck the agent into the mattress, he needed to be careful.&nbsp; There was a momentary pause as Hellboy sat back then, and the agent would be able to hear the soft sound of a zipper being pulled down, and a gentle groan that made it clear Hellboy had gotten rid of his slacks.&nbsp; There was only a moderate amount of relief, however, because there was no denying that the enormous, leaking, bright red erection looked - painful.<br><br>For another moment he was motionless, and then he finally pressed his mouth to Myers' spine, placing a hot kiss there, then lower, and lower again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 21:05:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				John looked over his shoulder, and felt his stomach knot up, as he was confronted with the actuality of his situation. Hellboy put horses to shame. An enormous red pillar of flesh arching up from his groin, drooling pre-cum. He felt terror at the thought of his insides attempting to accomidate that. And, at the same time, he felt himself grind his erection down against the pillow. He wanted Hellboy so bad. It was overwhelming.<br><br>When he felt Hellboy's scratchy facial hair, followed by the warmth and wetness of his lips at the base of his spine, traveling downward, John couldn't help but arch his back, tremors moving throughout his entire body. Hellboy's mouth was moving downward, and getting uncomfortably close to a particularly tender area.<br><br>"Ngh, H-hellboy, don't . . ."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 21:12:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hellboy's eyes flicked up when he felt Myers' muscles shift as the man did his best to twist around and look at him, and he knew precisely what was being looked at - and especially when one considered the mechanics of it all, he couldn't blame the agent for the look of terror that briefly crossed his face.&nbsp; It only further confirmed for Hellboy that, despite Myers' eagerness, he needed to take his time with this.<br><br>Then there was the sound of protest; Myers was tensing again as his kisses moved downwards and it seemed the agent was suddenly mortified by the idea of what he was about to do - it was some sort of strange human thing, they were embarrassed by this sort of activity.<br><br>Hellboy, however, was not.&nbsp; <br><br>John's protests didn't stop him; his hands were on Myers' hips and he was opening him; he swept his tongue across Myers' opening and then pressed his tongue against it, working at the tight ring of muscle.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 22:14:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				John felt his eyes roll back in his head, having never felt <em>anything</em> even <em>close</em> to resembling this feeling. Warm, wet, strangely soft and fleshy moving at his entrance, before pressing into him, opening him up. He tried to close his legs. Tried to get Hellboy to stop. This was gross. This was dirty. Hellboy was <em>licking</em> him down there. He may have been hygienic. But he couldn't imagine being hygienic enough, for something like that.<br><br>"Y-you shouldn't, y-you can't, I-I'm not . . ." He whimpered again, as the tongue probed in a little further, causing his hands to dig into the bed-sheets, his muscles to tense and his hips to squirm.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 22:21:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He felt Myers tensing up, felt him trying to shift his legs, but Hellboy's hands went to the pale thighs and held them, even parted them further just to emphasize his point.&nbsp; Judging by the stammering response, John was having trouble dealing with his embarrassment, and Hellboy made a noise that sounded like soft laughter.&nbsp; He leaned back for a moment to speak,<br><br>"You're not what, Myers?" Hellboy asked, and ran the tip of his tongue against his tailbone and back down again; he didn't wait for a response and continued what he had been doing, pushing his tongue in just a little deeper while he let one hand slip off to the side to grope for the bottle of lubricant, which he snagged successfully after only a few moments of searching.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 22:25:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				John was opening up well to Hellboy's tongue, his entrance soon easy and pliable, the muscles relaxed after being probed and prodded. John, to his credit, managed to stop whimpering, relaxing against the bed and simply letting it happen. He still didn't know why Hellboy did it. <em>"But,"</em> he thought, idly, "<em>I .&nbsp; . . might like to return the favor. Just to see what it's like."</em><br><br>That was neither here, nor there. He heard the snap of the bottle's lip coming off, and knew that Hellboy was just about done using his tongue. It was time for bigger, firmer things. He wasn't worried. He felt warm, and loose, and ready for anything that Hellboy was going to give him. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 22:42:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Myers had finally begun to relax and had stopped struggling against him, had sunk against the pillow in a way that assured the demon that at least some of the anxiety had drained away from the smaller man, and Hellboy moved up then, placing a few more hot kisses against John's back.<br><br>He flicked open the cap on the lubrication then, coating the fingers of his left hand with it - the right, after all, would be a bit too rough for this kind of thing - and he began by swiping his fingertips against the agent's tight opening, spreading a bit of lubricant across it before breaching the entrance, pressing his index finger in with aching slowness.&nbsp; Even just using his fingers, Myers was hot and tight, and Hellboy had to draw in a steadying breath to keep himself calm.<br><br>Patience, Red.&nbsp; Patience was a virtue.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 22:51:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				John had done this, once or twice, for himself. In the shower, usually. Probing his insides with an index finger, then adding the middle one, if he was confident. Having Hellboy do it, however, was an entirely different ball-game. Not only was Hellboy much, much larger than he was, he was also the one in control of the situation, rather than John. Lucky for the smaller human, Hellboy was displaying patience exceeding what John would have most likely given. He moved achingly slow, giving each individual inch&nbsp; minute or two to accommodate, as he worked his index finger in, feeling John's tight, velvety insides contract around the intruding digit.<br><br>John pressed backwards, trying to work a little more of Hellboy's fingers insides of him. He felt pliable. He wanted it. And he wanted it sooner, rather than later. <br><br>"P-please, please fuck me, Hellboy, g-god . . ."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 23:06:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hellboy was displaying astonishing self-control as he worked his index finger in and out of Myers' tight body, but then he was pleading again, and the demon's breathing went a little uneven; Myers was pleading for him to fuck him, and the urge was becoming more difficult to ignore by the second.<br><br>This wouldn't be enough, but the sound of the begging was making his patience rapidly ebb away; no longer able to trust his own voice, he didn't reply to the agent's words, but Myers would be able to feel that the heat from Hellboy's body had risen in temperature yet again.<br><br>He added a second finger then, pushing both of them deep inside of the other man, pulling them back, then pushing them in again - he repeated the motion several times, scissoring his fingers to stretch him as much as he could before he lost control of himself.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 23:10:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was becoming torturous. The second finger being inserted inside of him only served to make the need more pronounced. He felt the two digits moving inside of him, opening him up for Hellboy, and he knew that he wanted this more than he'd ever wanted anything. To feel Hellboy in him. On him. Making love to him, and dominating him, and making him <em>his</em>. He pushed back with his muscles, opening himself up a bit more, allowing the fingers more room to work. <br><br>He could smell Hellboy all around him. Taste his saliva on his lips. Feel his heat, and hear his breathing. He felt those fingers scissor outward, opening him up just a tiny bit more. He closed his eyes, and let out a strained moan. If Hellboy kept this up, John might go crazy from need. And lust.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 02:34:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He could feel the agent shifting, feel all of his muscles working to accomodate the digits and it left Hellboy with a kind of rough apprehension regarding how the slender body would be able to deal with something much larger - but then Myers was pushing back, arching himself and moaning, and Hellboy had to close his eyes for a moment to steady himself.<br><br>Part of him wished he could have Myers on his back, watch him, but he knew this position would be the easier one for him this first time, and one less likely to hurt him.<br><br>Hellboy pushed his fingers in deep, twisted them inside of the human, scissored them once more, and then finally, slowly removed them from him.&nbsp; There was another pause, and Hellboy took a moment to apply more of the slick liquid to his own length, and he set his hand onto Myers' hip, fingers squeezing very slightly; right then, the agent would be able to feel something hard, hot, and very, very large pressing against him, but not entering yet.<br><br>At that juncture asking 'are you sure?' seemed kind of stupid, but he still paused for a moment - which was not easy to do - as though to give John a final chance to end this, or possibly just to take a deep breath.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 02:39:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				John's insides hugged tightly around Hellboy's fingers as they slid out, as if trying to keep them in. He felt empty, with nothing inside of him. But he knew what was coming. Knew that chances were he'd be missing feeling empty, in favor of feeling torn apart. Though his mind was fogged over with lust, he knew that what was about to happening was fairly dangerous, and that it would probably hurt an incredible amount. But dear God, he wanted it. <br><br>When he felt the tip press against his virgin entrance, he took a deep, shuddering breath, before nodding. He let go of all his muscles. Just let himself relax completely. <br><br>"Go ahead," he whispered, ready as he'd ever be. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 03:36:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was tense, rigid, all of his muscles were contracting and waiting - but then Myers forced himself to relax, to loosen his limbs and open himself just a little more; his words were quiet and small, but it was clear enough that the agent wasn't going to change his mind - he had meant it, wanted this to happen.&nbsp; Wanted <em>him</em>, and that alone was something of a marvel for Hellboy and compelled the demon to bat away all of the doubts that had been dogging him about - this.<br><br>Hellboy finally shifted his hips; slowly, he breached Myers' opening with the very tip, but even after the careful stretching, the agent was almost painfully tight.&nbsp; He hadn't asked the question - it hadn't seemed like the sort of thing he should ask, but the thought had come into his mind that this may be the first time John had done this as well.<br><br>And, for reasons that Hellboy was sure were completely unwholesome and demonic, the idea that he was taking Myers' virginity was setting off something inside of him.&nbsp; <br><br>After a few moments of careful maneuvering, Hellboy pushed the head of his cock into the smaller man's body, and a soft, low noise rumbled somewhere in the demon's chest.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 04:41:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				John had read that there were a few tricks to this. First was to relax completely. Alright, he had that down. Second, was to push back, force his anal muscles to push out, in order to ease the passage. Apparently, that was supposed to make it fairly easy. It didn't. Taking Hellboy's cock inside of him was one of the most painful experiences he'd ever gone through. It felt like his flesh was being pinched, torn, then ripped violently open. His insides were forced to stretch to a ridiculous degree. Waves of pain washed through him, and he was shaking beneath Hellboy, as he was penetrated.<br><br>Still, he didn't scream. He didn't want to let Hellboy know the kind of pain he was in. Because, despite it all, he was happy. So, so incredibly happy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 05:42:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The smaller man wouldn't need to vocalize it to make his pain apparent to Hellboy - the demon could practically smell it; he could feel Myers' body trembling beneath him and knew that the man was experiencing an intense agony from what was happening, and there was no amount of stretching that could have prepared him for this.&nbsp; Hellboy shuddered above Myers, stilled himself though he wasn't sure there was any way that the agent could physically adjust to this.<br><br>Hellboy's left hand crawled away from John's hip, across to the man's front and his fingers curled around the human's length, gripping him tight at the very base and roughly stroking him; he knew it wouldn't completely negate the pain, but it would, at the very least, provide an amount of distraction.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 00:47:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				John reached down, gripping Hellboy's hand that was at his genitals and pulling up, to his chest, his smaller arm draped over Hellboy's much larger one, holding it close to him. He didn't need pleasure to distract him. He didn't want to be distracted. All he wanted was the knowledge that Hellboy was feeling pleasure. That was enough for him. Slowly, his insides were adjusting to having his ass stretched that far open. He was ready for a little more.<br><br>"M-more," he whimpered out, keeping relaxed, pushing back, doing everything he knew how to do. The hard part was over. Now Hellboy just needed to sink into him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 02:19:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hellboy felt his hand tugged upwards and towards Myers' chest, and he could feel the man's heart throbbing beneath his palm, the painfully fast rhythm of the agent's heart; his stone hand was still on a slender hip.&nbsp; <br><br>Myers whimpered out a single word and though the pain was still obvious, he was pushing himself back, moving himself as far as he could on his own, pushing Hellboy deeper, and the sight of the agent slowly penetrating himself was cause for a hitch in Hellboy's breath.&nbsp; His fingers curled against Myer's chest for a moment and then he slowly moved the hand further up, going to John's throat - he didn't grip the slender neck or put any amount of pressure there, but his hand simply lingered there, and he could feel the pulse thudding.<br><br>Hellboy shifted again, giving Myers what he had asked for, pushing in further, slowly sinking himself deeper into him, and Hellboy was letting out soft, low noises, his tail was curling around one of Myers' legs in an unconscious reaction.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 02:42:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				John clenched his hand a little harder, feeling Hellboy's scratchy body hair rubbing against his chest, slowly traveling up to feel his throat. He swallowed softly, stifling a moan as he felt Hellboy begin to sink into him. He could feel every contour, every ridge. The massive, smooth, fleshy head sinking it's way into his bowels, filling him to bursting.<br><br>But . . . he managed. His insides adjusted. There was barely any room left, but he had enough to accommodate Hellboy. And with practice, it wouldn't be so bad. Soon, he could feel Hellboy's heat begin to bear down on him, as he sunk the majority of his phallus in. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 23:01:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hellboy's breathing was harsh as he steadied himself over Myers, holding himself as still as he could; he felt Myers' hand clench against his own and the tightness of him was nearly painful and left him wondering how much worse it would be for the agent.&nbsp; Hellboy was aware of how intimidating his size was and how small the human was in comparison - stretching him was a slow process, and he could feel the muscles around him spasming and jerking.<br><br>The hand at John's throat lingered there, fingers rubbing circles against the sensitive skin,<br><br>"John," he groaned out, lowering his head to mouth against the side of Myers' throat.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 00:32:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				John was . . . blissful. As Hellboy sunk more and more into him, and his insides began to stretch out, the pain dispersing, an overwhelming feeling of fullness came over his. Warmth, and pressure, all around him, as Hellboy bore down on him, warm breath traveling along his neck, whispering his name. Nothing could be more right, than this. <br><br>"Hellboy," he said, his voice light, the breath knocked out of him temporarily. <br><br>He reached back, to place one of his own hands on the man's thick, red neck, feeling the rumbling sound, almost a purr, coming deep from within Hellboy's chest. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>18-10-2009, 20:49:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hellboy had paused for a long moment, giving both of them a chance to accomodate; the demon had his face pressed against the back of John's neck and he was mouthing the tender skin there, his left hand at the front of the agent's throat, holding but not putting on pressure while the right was holding onto his hip and thigh.&nbsp; <br><br>The sound of John croaking out his name, though - that seemed to stir something, because Hellboy pulled back suddenly and gave a shallow thrust, a physical reaction to the neediness in John's voice rather than an intentional movement.&nbsp; However, that first move set off a chain reaction, and holding onto Myers to keep him steady, he drew back again and thrust into the smaller man a second and third time, not pushing all the way in, but deep and rough enough that John would feel it in his teeth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>18-10-2009, 22:26:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				John felt his vision blur over, for a second, as Hellboy began to give those rough, short thrusts into him. Even that, with Hellboy holding back from completely sinking into him, was an intense, and potentially dangerous action. He didn't know whether or not this would have any serious repercussions - but as it stood now he wasn't extremely concerned. <br><br>He pushed back - trying to relax to accommodate Hellboy's prodigious girth. The scratch of Hellboy's facial hair against his neck. The feeling of his sweat dripping onto his back. It made the pain worth it.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>18-10-2009, 22:48:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When John pushed back against him, Hellboy's hand fell away from his throat and planted into the bed to steady himself, a low growl rumbling in his chest in response; the heat of the human was intense and causing the demon's already precarious self-control to crumble just a little more.&nbsp; On some level, he was remembering to be careful with John, painfully aware that he could still hurt the man - but at the same time, he just wanted to fuck the agent through the bed.<br><br>He leaned his head down, moving his mouth close to John's ear and he brushed his mouth against the shell of it, his voice coming out low and dangerous,<br><br>"You're not gonna be able to escape me after this, Myers." he murmured roughly, thrusting into the other man again, roughly, before he finally picked a steady pace, his breathing uneven.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Red and White (SevenxTsume)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 15:55:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				John wasn't entirely sure what that meant. He knew, however, that it was <em>incredibly</em> arousing hearing Hellboy say it. He could feel Hellboy's chest pressing into him, feel the heat grow more intense as their bodies were pressed together, the massive muscles moving in time with Hellboy's breathing, which came shallower and shallower the more that he pressed in. His hands fell down to parallel Hellboy's, his smaller frame now completely covered in Hellboy's, a small pink body beneath Hellboy's considerably larger red one. <br><br>One, one-thousand. Two, one-thousand. <br><br>And it happened. He felt a slight slap, as Hellboy's heavy ballsack slapped against his backside. The man was inside, hilted. John had taken him all the way, that massive phallus buried so extraordinarily deep inside of him. He could feel ever contour, every inch. Hellboy had stretched him to barely a hair below the breaking point, but he'd done it. They'd done it. John was taking him. For a moment, things seemed to pause, both of them perhaps a little floored at the idea. <br><br>"I-I don't want to escape . . ." he whimpered, "I-I'd rather be yours . . ."
			</dd>
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