Liar’s Game (Hellboy, Hellboy/Myers)

John is distracted the first time he hears the enraged shout. It registers in a back corner of his mind and goes no further. He’s got a tongue in his mouth, a little longer than what he’s used to and a lot more flexible, and there are appendages roaming his body, touching in just the right places. It all feels so, so good. Good enough that it takes him by surprise when it’s all suddenly gone, ripped away with an angry snarl that sounds very familiar.

His mouth hangs open, cold now that the warm, wet pressure is gone. He blinks. It takes him a moment to focus. There had been quite a few appendages doing naughty things to his lower anatomy through his clothing, and his brain is momentarily stuck down there, mourning the loss of the pleasant friction.

Then John’s realizes that that was Hellboy’s roar he’d heard. All the color drains from his face. Mortification rips through him, making him wish for a convenient rift to open up and swallow him. Sadly, interdimensional rifts rarely happen when convenient. His embarrassment lasts for a whole five seconds, then Hellboy punches C’thala’rhyleh in the face.

“Hey!” His hardon dies a quick death as rage takes over, turning his pale face flush. It’s a short alley. It takes him three steps to get into Hellboy’s space. Hellboy winds back to throw another punch and John grabs his arm – the big one. It shouldn’t be enough to stop him, John’s not strong enough, but it does. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”