John squirmed in his sleep when he felt someone brush across his cheek and stirred awake. Sleepily he blinked his eyes and stared back at Clay. “What’s going on?” he murmured, trying to contain his yawn as best as he could.
“Nothing, you were having a nightmare I think,” the older man said, making eye contact with John. But when Clay continued to stare at him, he awkwardly turned his head away and stared elsewhere.
It was after several seconds when the other agent continued to sit on the edge of the bed, close to his proximity, did Myers finally make eye contact again. “Is there anything else?” he asked.
Clay stared intently, his expression blank and stony. Myers started to worry and a feeling of something was wrong begun to stir in the pit of his stomach. The feeling intensified when the other man began to lean in closer. “Clay?” he asked, a hint of desperation in his voice. Mentally he calculated his chances of jumping out of the bed and making his way towards the door. But before he had a chance to execute it, a pair of lips pressed up against his and he stared in horror at the man that was attached to them.
He tried to sit up but strong hands pushed him firmly back down onto the mattress. Desperately he twisted his head to one side, and then to the other in an attempt to break away from the unwanted intimacy. John knew that he could easily cause damage to the other man’s body and make his escape, but Clay was a fellow agent that he had grown to like and admire. There was no way that he could voluntarily injure the older man without feeling deep remorse for it.
“Stop,” John tried to gasp out, turning his head just in time to get a tongue jabbed against his jawbone. He pushed back as hard as he could but due to the position he was in and their size differences, the larger man above him was able to easily overwhelm him. As lips roughly worked against the tender skin at the crook of his neck, Myers also had to endure the rough treatment of hands working their way up inside his scrub top and paw at his skin.
“So smooth,” was murmured against his skin. Myers eyed his surroundings as best as he could from under Clay, willing the ward door to open. The blinds on the window, which looked out into the hallway, were turned shut to provide privacy and he knew the room was sound proof. As well there were no electrodes attached to his body to alert the staff outside of his distress, nor was he able to reach his arm out far enough to hit the red button. The situation he was in seemed dire.
The front of his top was ripped apart with a force that surprised him and exposed his torso. Clay pulled back far enough to look down below him and the greedy gleam that appeared in the agent’s eyes as they scanned across his naked skin frightened Myers. There was something very wrong with the picture and John was at a loss of what to do. Although he appeared normal, John knew that Clay was somehow not in full control of all his senses.
He gasped as teeth nibbled almost painfully on one nipple, while the other one was roughly pinched at. John continued to push back at the man’s shoulders but, besides being at an already physical disadvantage, he was still weak from his previous encounters. His efforts did not make a difference at all in stopping his assault from Clay.
John let out a small breath of relief when his abused nipples were finally abandoned, only to hold it in again as moist lips and rough stubble made their way slowly down his abdomen. His heart thumped within his chest as unwanted kisses made their way over the swell of his unborn child. Myers leaned up onto the back of his elbows and tried to crawl out from under his subordinate, but hands on either side of his hips held him firmly down.
When he protested loudly and tried to forcibly remove himself from the grip Clay took both of his hands and pinned him by the wrists to the mattress above John’s head. With strength unbeknownst to Myers, the older agent was able to hold him down with just his one hand, allowing the other one to freely roam across John’s body as he pleased.
With a touch so gentle and in paradox to the current situation, Clay carefully caressed over the bulge of John’s stomach and traced along the smooth curves, dipping lightly into the naval. Despite the delicate nature of the touch, Myers feared for his child’s life and remained frozen, worried that by making a wrong, unnecessary movement Clay would be triggered into hurting the fetus.
He breathed carefully and as evenly as possible, calming himself. For the moment the man above him seemed content to spend several minutes just gazing and studying his abdomen. In fact, Clay seemed almost to be observing very carefully at the texture of the skin, the tone of the belly, and perhaps even the rhythmicity of his breathing pattern.
When his hands were finally freed, his body was in such a state of shock from the sudden release that he paused for a moment, not quite sure what to do next. This was to be a bad response on his part because the next thing John knew, the elastic waist of his pants were pulled down to his mid-thigh and his limp cock was enveloped within a warm moist mouth.
He cried out in despair and he could feel tears rolling out from his eyes and down his cheeks as he felt his body begin to respond to the unwanted ministrations. John clenched at the bed sheets beneath him as he felt his dick begin to harden inside of Clay’s mouth. His legs were trapped beneath the weight of the heavy man and there was no way he could have pushed him off without risking harm to himself.
A metallic, coppery taste filled the insides of his mouth and John knew that he must have bit his lower lip open as he attempted to muffle the sounds of his release. As he swallowed his blood, he felt his body let loose a jet of come out of his cock and into the waiting mouth. Clay swallowed it all without so much as a blink of an eye and he continued to suck on the organ even as it began it soften once more. Tears were streaming freely down John’s face now, as he felt betrayed by his teammate, as well as by his own body.
When he felt Clay brush up against his naked body and forced a kiss upon him again, John opened his eyes to glare up at the man above him. All words of scorn froze on his lips and his throat contracted at the white glowing eyes he saw in place of Clay’s brown ones. And before he could gather his senses together again, his lips were ravaged and he felt like the air was being sucked out of him. Breathing was difficult, almost impossible, and soon the feelings of light-headedness surrounded him until blackness fell all around him.
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Clay sat up straight from the chair he was slouched into when he heard a small noise coming from Myers. He turned to see the man stirring restlessly in his sleep and worried that John was experiencing another demonic nightmare. He stood up and walked over to the bed, his hands out on either side of John’s shoulders, and shook lightly at first. When the man continued to sleep through his ministrations, Clay shook with more force.
To his relief, John sleepily blinked his eyes opened and stared up at Clay in confusion. “What’s going on?” he slurred.
Clay leaned back, now seated on the edge of the mattress. “You were making noises in your sleep and moving around. I thought you were having a nightmare and woke you up.”
Myers smiled, his whole face lighting up. “Thank you,” he said. “I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.” Clay could feel a small frown developing between his eyebrows as he puzzled over John’s uncharacteristic words.
“Um, you’re welcome,” he finally said. Myers continued to stare up at him, the smile still on his face. The older man quietly studied the rosy skin of the other agent, and wondered when those cold blue eyes became so soft and smoky, or when the lips became so full looking.
He wasn’t sure which was a bigger shock to his system. To suddenly find himself leaning over and touching his lips to Myers’, or having Myers respond eagerly to his advances. Abruptly, Clay broke the kiss and pulled back, his eyes wide with shock.
John stared up at him in disappointment. The lips that he had just been kissing curled into a small pout and Clay tried to shake his head clear, horrified that he found himself wanting to go back in for more. “You don’t find me attractive?” Myers asked coyly, his eyes blinking serenely back at him.
“Yes, I mean NO! That is, you’re attractive, but I don’t swing that way. So yes, no I mean no…” Clay found himself stuttering and he closed his mouth and leaned further away when John sat up.
The smile on the younger man’s face grew and the eyes lit up. “So you do find me attractive?”
Clay opted to stay silent for the time being and waited to see what the other man was up to, wondering also what had gotten into him. He blinked hard to steady his vision and when he opened them again he found himself looking deeply into John’s eyes, mesmerised.
As if moving on its own will and accord, he watched in a dream like daze as his hand reached out to caress John’s face. He marveled at how soft the skin there felt and said so. Next, he brushed a thumb across the rosy lips. His cock stirred slightly inside the confines of his pants when the lips suddenly parted and sucked at his digit. A shiver of delight ran down his spine, to the tips of his toes.
He was in a state of peacefulness and bliss and didn’t object when John lifted a hand to the back of his neck in order to guide him towards another kiss. A tongue touched his and Clay responded back in earnest. When Myers began to lean back, Clay gently guided him back down to the mattress, making sure to hover over and not press any of his weight onto the smaller man.
His hands hesitantly began to wander down John’s body. With a slight hiss, Myers arched his body up towards him and moaned. “Yes, please touch me. I need your touch,” he begged. The white top was quickly pulled off and Clay gazed down at the expanse of skin before him. He wasn’t sure where to begin. The texture was so smooth, hairless and silky, yet it was still so unlike a female’s body. His fingers strayed over a brown nipple and brushed it ever so lightly, causing John to gasp breathlessly. “Yes, like that,” he implored.
Gently, Clay flicked and rubbed a pert nub between his fingers, eliciting soft sounds of pleasure out from John. Gazing at the other nipple, left untouched, he leaned down and flicked his tongue against it. When the man beneath him moaned loudly and unconsciously spread his legs out, Clay knew that he had made the right decision. Eagerly, he suckled on the nub and made sure to continue playing with the other one. He leaned even closer to Myers to make himself comfortable and found himself situated between the man’s legs, the limbs slightly bent out on either side of his waist. Through the thin material of the hospital pants and bed sheet Clay was able to feel Myers’ erection pressing up into his stomach.
Slowly, he released the piece of flesh from his mouth and started to kiss his way down the rest of the naked abdomen. When he reached the swell, he sat up and stared wonderingly at it. Almost reverently, he caressed the bulge, his hands seemingly ridiculously large in comparison to the small bump beneath it. Lightly and gently he touched, for he feared to do something wrong and end up hurting Myers.
In awe he continued to caress, marveling at the idea of a child stirring soundly behind the wall of muscles. Briefly, he toyed with the fantasy of the child actually belonging to him and the idea turned Clay on very much. So much, in fact, that the agent quickly pulled the waist of Myers’ pants down as far as they would go without him actually having to move from where he was. The other man’s cock lifted up and stood at attention, a single pearly drop of precum already leaking from the piss slit.
Wanting to know what it tasted like, Clay did not hesitate in bringing his lips to the tip of the hard cock in front of his face. He swallowed the head and swirled his tongue over the slit, tasting the saltiness of the liquid present. A few more drops leaked out and he licked them away just as eagerly. He could feel Myers squirming delightfully beneath him, the slender hips trying to arch up to push more cock into his mouth.
“Yes, suck me,” John sighed. “Suck me hard, suck me good…”
Clay had never sucked cock before, but what he lacked in experience he more than made up for in enthusiasm. He tried to mimic what previous girlfriends had done for him in the past and judging by the insistent thrashing occurring underneath him, he was doing something right. Clay found that he was enjoying himself and before he knew it, he felt John’s body tense up and waited for the imminent orgasm.
A strong jet of come shot into his mouth while Myers’ dick was still deep inside his mouth, so Clay had no choice but to swallow. It went down his throat so fast he could barely even taste it. It was only with the last lingering spurt into his mouth was he finally able to detect the salty and bitter taste of John’s ejaculation. Not quite willing to let the cock go just yet, he continued to suckle on the now softening organ until it finally grew limp. With regret, he released it and looked down at the sated, content look of the other man.
John smiled alluringly back at him and beckoned him closer with his index finger. He kissed Clay deeply when the larger man climbed close and it was only after several seconds was the kiss broken, allowing him the chance to breathe. Panting, the agent glanced down at the man on the bed and suddenly froze, panic clenching at his throat when he noticed that the hooded eyes were now white and unearthly. His instinct to pull back was halted by a strong hand behind his head and he was drawn down to a kiss again.
Pushing against the smaller man with all his force, Clay was still not able to stop the kiss from happening and he thrashed his limbs around as lips pressed against his own. He felt suffocated and his head grew light and dizzy. Something wrong was happening and he was helpless to stop it. With one last quiet groan of distress, he felt the room around him spin before fading into darkness.
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Hellboy walked into the room first, closely followed by Abe. They had run into the nurse on their way in and were given explicit instructions to wake John up to eat his dinner. The smile on Red’s face fell apart at the scene he walked into, halting his step and causing the merman to walk into his back.
“What is it, Hellboy?” Abe asked as he tried to look over a red shoulder. “Oh dear…”
“What the fuck is going on here?” Hellboy roared. There, sitting on the bed with his lover, was Agent Clay in a tight lip lock with John. But neither man seemed to have heard them come in, nor the outburst coming out from the large demon. They continued to kiss, oblivious to the world around them.
Hellboy barged into the room, intent on causing bodily harm to the older agent, when Abe noticed the blank looks on both human’s faces. “Wait, Red stop!” he exclaimed.
“Like hell I will,” he snarled. He had on hand firmly on Clay’s shoulders, but before he attempted to separate him from John the kiss broke apart and the agent fell. It was due to Hellboy’s timing and quick reflexes that the man didn’t fall off of the bed and to the floor. Meanwhile, Myers fell backwards and landed onto the pillows behind him.
Impatiently, Hellboy maneuvered the body in his arms to the other end of the mattress and quickly moved over to his lover’s side. He tried to shake the man awake, but no response. “Abe?” he asked worriedly. His attention was so concentrated on John; by the time he looked up again he saw that the room was almost brimming with medical staff.
Abe came in and gently moved Hellboy out of the way so that he could properly examine John. He began to feel for a pulse and found it rapid and weak. And when he pried opened the man’s eyelids, he saw that although the pupils were slightly dilated they were still responding to light. Similar signs to what Clay was also experiencing. “Move Agent Clay into another ward and have his vitals monitored. I will also need the security tapes from this room.” Various people nodded at him and took off to do as told. A stretcher was pushed in and Clay’s body deposited on it before rolling away. Another nurse approached and attached an IV to John’s arm, as well as several other electrode pads.
“Blue, what’s going on?” Hellboy finally demanded after waiting for as long as he could. The unknown was eating at him and he needed to know that John was going to be okay.
“Unfortunately I am not sure, Hellboy,” Abe answered. “I will not be able to come to a conclusion until I view the security rolls. Although I fear the worst now that another person besides John is involved. If Clay was affected also then it might mean that the succubi are possessing bodies as well to influence others. Red, you need to find out more information quickly about how we can deal with this situation.” Abe looked up as another nurse walked in with a tape in her hands. He took it and began to stride out the room. “You need to contact that Rabbi, Red. I need more help on this.”
Hellboy swore and raced after his friend. “I’ll do it myself, Blue. I’ll call the guy myself and do whatever it takes to get the cure for this.”
The two walked briskly down the hall, only to separate when they reached an intersection. “That last thing we need is for you to be detained by some other government agency if you are seen, Hellboy. Send another agent in and please try to keep out of trouble. I share the same concern you have for our young friend, and I do not need the stress of trying to figure out a way to get you out of imprisonment. I would not count too highly on help from Manning either,” Abe warned.
Hellboy waved his hand thoughtlessly in the air as he took off down the opposite path. “I never do anyways. Don’t worry, Blue. I won’t do anything too stupid.”
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“Hello, this is Rabbi Hillel speaking.”
“Rabbi, thank you for taking my call,” Hellboy said, trying to sound as charming as possible over the phone, when behind him his tail flicked back and forth in irritation.
“It’s my pleasure. But may I ask what this is concerning?”
“A few days ago you spoke with my partner, Agent Myers. You were able to provide him with some invaluable information regarding Lilith.”
“Ah yes,” the other man’s voice portrayed recognition. “He was a very pleasant man. I was glad to have helped him.”
“Yes, thank you, your help was much appreciated. I’m Agent Red, Agent Myers’ partner. He’s unable to make this phone call himself but we were hoping that you’d be able to provide some more information for us.”
“Oh, is everything alright?” the Rabbi asked in concern.
“Things have been better, I must admit,” Hellboy responded. “Now, I was hoping that you might have some useful knowledge on the lilim?”
“Lilim? The spawn of Lilith you mean? They are not as well heard of amongst the Jewish I’m afraid. All I know is that they are creatures of the night and haunt the dreams of sleeping men.”
“Yah, a succubus,” Hellboy exclaimed excitedly, momentarily forgetting to stay in character.
“Yes yes, that’s right,” Rabbi Hillel agreed heartily. “They are the succubi. What can I do to help?”
“Do you know of a way to get rid of them?” he asked hopefully.
“Alas, my child. I’m afraid that I do not. Like I have said, the lilim are not well documented in our literature. I understand that exorcism is involved in their banishment, but that is out of my realm of expertise.” Hellboy let out an exasperated breath, only to suck it back in when he realised that the man on the other line could hear it. Then he heard a soft chuckle. “Do not fret, child. I cannot believe I am saying this, but maybe your best chance will be to consult with the Roman Catholic. They’re quite fond of exorcism.”
Hellboy couldn’t help but chuckle back at the light jibe and thanked the Rabbi before hanging up.
“Oh great, now I have to look for a priest?” he mumbled to himself.
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