Demons – Lovers

Chase Young; soulless, demon possessed and evil. John still couldn't believe they'd captured the immortal alive. Cross-Over! Xiaolin Showdown X Hellboy.

Pairings: Hellboy/John Meyers & Chack

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Specimen 000012: Chase Young

The fair-haired agent's frown deepened as he observed the limited history compiled on the mortal-turned-demon. Shifting in one of the Bureau's uncomfortable low budget chairs; John held the flimsy file against his crossed knee, turning the odd page, pausing to note interesting facts.

A photo slipped from the folds of paperwork, but was caught by quick fingers. John spent a long moment observing a blurred black and white shot, it was dark, a rush of movement and panic; it outlined a draconic creature with monstrous fangs and molten eyes.

The Bureau agents who had thought to research the immortal had not found much to explain Chase Young's origins. All they knew was that, as a youth, mortal Chase had been, somehow, associated with the Xiaolin Dragons; four elemental wielding monks that came into existence every 500 years, or so.

Skimming smeared handwriting and ink blots, John's eyebrows dipped curiously; whoever this 'Chase Young' was, he was powerful; horribly so, and had no soul to hinder him.

Yet there was no record that the creature had acted out against humanity in decades.

The immortal had first crossed Hellboy's path 1962, and the result left gaping wounds in the earth and destroyed a small village that once settled on Ireland's coastline. From that point on, Chase became somewhat of an icon; a creature of darkness that outlined the Bureau's very existence.

John sighed, raising a hand and running it through his hair irritably when he realised it had been purely dumb luck that they'd caught the immortal.

Shifting in the hard seat, the agent closed his eyes, trying to forget how they had moved in on the distracted monster. The immortal, a handsome young man by first sight, with long inky-black hair and sharp gold eyes, had been totally absorbed in a violent Xiaolin Showdown.

Hellboy had explained to John the Showdown was a contest, of sorts, in which the two parties competed for magical items, in altered arenas. The battle placed the two combatants on treacherous platforms high above the earth. The girl, obviously an Elemental Dragon; had spent the battle throwing several fire-balls at a pale mortal youth, who hadn't been faring well under the onslaught.

The mortal, who had been called 'Jack' in mocking tones by the handful of monks, had shrieked when Chase had fallen under the first magical bind. There was no hesitation; the youth abandoned the Showdown, jumping from his platform, only for the back-pack on his back to activate, producing propellers. Undeterred by a sharp glare from the immortal, the youth had followed as long as he was able, but was unable to keep up with the Bureau helicopter and was lost from sight in minutes.

John hated to admit it, but the boy's reaction had startled him. Never before had a mortal shown such distress for a dark creature set to be disposed.

The agent's concentration slipped and he hissed when he came across another black and white photo; this one detailing the damage Hellboy had gathered from his first encounter with Chase. The red demon was bruised and bloody, and looked furious to boot; reaching for the camera to crush it and the evidence of his obvious defeat. But, amazingly, the agent with the camera had escaped and filed the picture away for the future.

Suddenly, something shifted at the edge of John's vision; he averted his attention for a moment, only to blink curiously at the flicking red tail by his side.

John gasped when a big hand shot out, snatching the file from his hands, the cardboard and paper crackling in distress under a stone grip. Hellboy made sure to throw the file so it scattered out of John's reach, before he bent and caught the young man about the waist, while his tail twined about one of his lover's thighs.
"Hellboy! What are you-? Stop!"

The demon ignored John's protests, instead lifted the agent up off of his feet, enjoying the young man's flustered gasp. When they kissed; John started to feel his shock begin to abate, he struggled slightly, but knew it was useless. Hellboy hummed pleasantly when he felt his lover start to relax against him, he took several steps back until he bumped against the edge of his bed, before letting himself fall back.

The fall made John's stomach swirl and he gasped as he fell against his lover's chest. Sighing, the man let his head rest against Hellboy's chest for a moment, then he levered himself up to look up into the demon's yellow eyes.
"You're such a pain." John muttered after a moment then squirmed his way up until he could reach his lover's lips.

The kissed again, this time, taking their time. John was the first pull away.

The red demon paused when his lover's lips vanished and he blinked momentarily, up at John; he quickly decided he didn't like the look he was receiving.

"What?"

John chuckled at the demon's indignant grumble; he smiled and reached up, brushing his hand against Hellboy's cheek carefully. He didn't know what he wanted to say, but he knew he had to say something.
"The Heylin restricting magic is keeping him bound?"

Hellboy grinned then,
"Yep, the bastard's not going anywhere."

The agent nodded then, half smiling, although he didn't feel as thrilled as his lover. Forcing down any uncertain feelings, he tried to reassure himself that they'd done the right thing by containing the immortal.

Hellboy seemed to notice John's inner turmoil, and he frowned,
"What's wrong…?"

"Nothing-…" the agent winced at his lover's knowing glare "It's Young, he hasn't…" John sighed as Hellboy's glare grew cold "He hasn't done anything wrong in decades, Hellboy-"

"He will." Hellboy said without a pause, wrapping an arm around his lover, drawing him closer, "He's evil bastard; nothing more."

John nodded even though he didn't believe what he was told. He remembered the strange look Chase had thrown the albino youth; almost like he was warning the boy to stop, to back down, to keep safe.

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Chase shifted again, trying hard not to grind his teeth as he, once again, shifted; seeking a somewhat comfortable position. He refused to admit that he couldn't move more than an inch, and instead narrowed his eyes on the floor of his cell, his dark hair shielding his eyes from an unnatural green glow.

Every time he glanced up at the series of ancient carvings lining the walls of his cell; each glowing a poisonous green, Chase felt more inclined to tear something small and cute to pieces.

He was slowly coming to terms that the big red demon had finally discovered a restricting magic that actually did the job. This had startled Chase to some extent; Hellboy, or whatever his humans decided to call him, was prone to using brawn, rather than the odd brain-cell. Naturally suspicious, Chase was reminded of the mortal who had stood by Hellboy's side during their attack; it was very likely that the human had something to do with the charms.

Chase cut his thoughts short, not truly caring whether or not Hellboy had gained a fraction of headspace or a lover. He had more important things to worry about, like the horrible situation he had gotten himself into, or the faint, but furious aura that was making a bee-line for the Bureau.

The immortal groaned aloud when a small explosion rocked the building above, closing his eyes, he cringed when the first alarms start to sound followed by running footsteps and yells.

A particular pair of footsteps, heavy and inhuman, passed Chase's cell, and the immortal tensed, growling when an uneasy, cold tendril weaved its way up into his chest.

Damn it; he wouldn't forgive Spicer if he got himself hurt.

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John had been faster, lighter on his feet and naturally first on the scene. He was, admittedly, startled at what he was greeted with.

The gun barrel hovered a bare centre-metre from his forehead while a set of unwavering red eyes watched him, promising to shoot if he made one wrong move.
"Drop the gun and tell me where he is."

John swallowed softly, slowly twisting his wrist, lowering himself to put down his weapon, before he rose, both hands raised. The agent recognised the youth instantly as Jack, the mortal.

It took a bare second to glance at the damage the teenager had done to break down into the underbelly of the Bureau, and John found himself blinking hesitantly as large chunks of marble from the floor above continued to crack away and crash behind the red eyed boy.

"Meyers!"

Both John and the teenager tensed; Jack's finger on the trigger twitching, while the agent winced, half expecting to have his head blown away. Luckily, the albino, wasn't too unsteady, and caught himself.

In an instant, John felt himself whirled around, wincing when a hand caught his wrist and twisted it up behind his back but found himself more concerned with the gun barrel pressed heavily against his temple.

"Take me to him now," was the youth's quiet warning. The youth was smaller than John, and peeked around the agent's shoulder, watching Hellboy with a wary gaze.

John could only stare across the floor, at his lover, and for a slight moment, he let the terror of the moment sweep over him. He had faced death before; it was a daily threat in his line of work, but the bullet sitting next to his right temple suddenly seemed more threatening than battling a rouge chimera or a nest of vampires.

Hellboy stared at the small albino for a moment, startled by how young he was; the red-head looked barely seventeen.
"Come now, kid." The red demon began, keeping his voice as gentle as he could. He raised his hands away from his weapon, taking a slow step forward "… Why don't you put the gun down-?"

The youth saw the move and twitched his wrist up; pulling the trigger so the firearm discharged just above John's head. Hellboy yelled out when his lover flinched, he tried to take another hurried step forward, but was forced back when Jack twisted John's wrist to the point that the bones began to protest.
"Take me to Chase, now."

Rattled, Hellboy didn't hesitate this time; he took a step towards a hallway, motioning that it was the way to Chase. For a moment, the red demon blinked when he thought he saw a flicker of relief in the boy's eyes, but it was quickly replaced with a stubborn glower Hellboy knew too well.

John got the same look whenever Hellboy tried to keep the agent out of danger, which was a constant threat when they were on a job.

They slowly made their way down several hallways, making unnecessary turns in the hopes to confuse the youth when if tried to run. It was only as they approached the cell that John suddenly grew aware of the slight shivers coercing through the youth's fingers. He chanced a quick glance over his shoulder, and blinked at the truly worried look on the albino youth's face. Catching the agents glance, Jack snapped, jerking John back around, but knew his nerves had been given away.

When Hellboy stopped before the cell door, Jack knew Chase was behind it, and he let a smile slip. He forced it down when the red demon glanced at him,
"Don't just stand there," Jack barked as he threatened to twist John's wrist to its breaking point, "Hurry up and open it, and while you're at it, disable the spells."

Hellboy hesitated then, he glanced back at his lover, before letting his gaze flicker to Jack,
"Why are you doing this kid?" he asked softly, "Why's he so important?" Jack paused then, his eyes blinking wide; Hellboy, thinking he'd caught the boy off guard, continued, "He's a monster, why would-?" Hellboy's words fell away when he saw Jack's purely shocked look grow dark.

"A monster?" Jack whispered softly, glancing up at Hellboy with a vicious glare, the youth's voice grew thunderous "Chase isn't a monster! He doesn't attack people when their backs are turned!" the boy roared, furious, unintentionally tightening his grip on John's straining wrist. "If anyone's the monster, you are!"

The red demon felt the words like a physical blow, and he took a step back, twitching when his back touched the cold metal door, keeping Chase at bay. He wanted to deny Jack, tell him he was wrong, but even John had thought the attack had been underhanded; he'd seen it in his lover's eyes.

"Hellboy."

Startled by his lover's comforting voice, Hellboy looked to his lover. John's eyes weren't begging to be saved, nor were they asking the demon to fight the youth and risk his life. Instead, he just offered a forgiving smile, prepared for whatever decision the demon wanted to make.

Hellboy was reminded again why he loved the human. He opened the cell without a moments thought. The spells easily deactivated with a crack in the charms carved into the walls.

Before Hellboy could bother raising his eyes to meet the immortal's, nor John could gather enough breath to gasp; the agent was shoved away viciously before Jack was caught around the neck and thrust up against a nearby wall.

Hellboy and John reeled as they watched the immortal throttle the youth.
"What do you think you're doing, Spicer?!"

Jack had no breath, and he struggled under his idol's strangling hold.
"I-ack! … came to-" Jack hissed in a small breath "-rescue-" the youth yelped when Chase lifted him away and struck him back against the wall with bone-rattling force.

"You know too well what I'm capable of, Spicer! Do you really think a charm or two would seriously hinder me?!"

Jack's skin was turning a shade grey, his eyes wavering and watering as his eye-lids began to droop,
"Worried…"

Chase stilled then, he tried to keep his anger flowing, but it evaporated within an instant. His grip loosened, allowing Jack to gasp weakly for his breath. The immortal cringed when he saw dark, raw bruises blossoming across the boy's neck like bloody flowers.

"Get off of him!"

The sudden powerful stone grip startled Chase back into the present. Before the immortal could consider mauling the red demon, another pair of hands, pale and mortal, appeared, latching onto Jack and tearing him out of Chase's already loosening grip.

For the first time since Chase could remember, his heart shuddered.

The anger returned, but this time, it flared at the sight of Hellboy blocking his path, while the red demon's human dragged Jack away, even as the youth started to struggle.

Chase glowered at the red demon, his skin crawling, itching as scales started to surface.
"Make way, Anung un Rama."

"Make me ya big Lizard!"

Chase's transformation was as violent as his flaring temper; as soon as he had his footing he dodged Hellboy's stone fist, darting down before head-butting the demon in the solar-plexis. Hearing the red demon gasp when the air was knocked from his lungs, the dragon let a razor sharp smirk slip.

By that point, John had only made it a couple of metres from the fighting demons before Jack's struggles got too violent. It shocked the agent into action; he didn't hesitate to shove Jack up against a wall, hissing in the albino's ear,
"I'm not going to hurt you-!" the agent winced when one of Jack's legs lashed out, the youth's heavy boot slamming against the agent's shin, but otherwise not moving John an inch.

"Let go of me!" Jack snarled, twisting and squirming, seemingly oblivious to the crackle of the delicate bones in his shoulders, which were grinding and popping under the harsh treatment.

John pressed harder against Jack until the boy could no longer move.
"Stop struggling," John tried again, wincing when Hellboy was thrown up against a wall, the marble splintering from the force. "We're not the bad guys here, he is."

John reeled back when Jack tried to break the agents nose with the back of his skull, the resulting loosening grip let the albino throw a heated glare over his shoulder,
"Bullshit!"

"He attacked you!"

Jack snorted; rolling his eyes like John had stated the obvious,
"Of course! He's evil-!" Jack's words faded when a flash of green and black caught his eyes.

John was at a loss for words as he watched as the youth's expression melt into concern when Chase, in his dragon form, was rammed into a wall, a stone fist cracking against the demon's jaw with breaking force. It took a long moment for John to realise the look in the boy's eyes, and when he finally understood, he couldn't help but loosen his grip.

"You're in love with him."

All movement in the room ceased for a long moment, Hellboy, struggling to rise from the rubble, and Chase, who had lost his dragon form after a particularly powerful punch. Paused in combat, both demons looked at the albino, unbelieving expressions plastered across their faces.

Jack whirled around to face John; his face turning five shades of red,
"No! What-I, uh-" red eyes darted over to Chase's, wincing when he found the immortal watching him with unwavering interest.

Ignoring his lover, whose expression had softened at the albino flustered blush, Hellboy grimaced, glaring at Jack whose vocal chords decided to fail him,
"What the hell kid, you could do so much better!"

Chase's eyes widened then, he shot a furious glare at Hellboy,
"What is that supposed to mean, demon?"

"You heard me! What kind of idiot falls in love with an arsehole like you?!"

Chase's anger renewed tenfold, he couldn't understand it, but those words sparked an uncontrollable fury. But before the immortal could react, a flash of white and red caught his eyes.

John was struggling to hold Jack again, the youth was yowling and struggling, glaring furious daggers at Hellboy.
"You can't talk, you fucking hypocrite! Why this idiot-" Jack made his point, throwing his elbow around, cracking John in the jaw, "-bothers with you is beyond me!"

Jack somehow slipped the startled agent's grip, and moved with speed born from fury, already pulling a knife from a boot, intent of stabbing the red demon in one of his startled yellow eyes.

Chase was faster than Jack, and trapped the boy up against his chest, knocking the blade from the albino's shaking hands. Too angry to care, Jack swore furiously at Hellboy who ignored the boy and skittered around Chase, to his lover, who was leaning against the wall holding his jaw.

Hellboy pulled John up against him, steadying the human who was trying to move his aching jaw. Chase took two steps back, still keeping Jack restrained as the boy glanced about for something to throw at Hellboy's head. The pair of demons regarded one-another momentarily, while their mortals stilled under the heavy silence.

With the silence, Jack seemed to realise he was trapped in Chase's arms, and he trembled as he chanced a glance up at the immortal. He was startled when Chase's eyes flickered down on him, but instead of glaring darkly at the youth, the immortal's expression held a deadly calm.

It unnerved the albino even more.

Chase glanced back up at Hellboy and his lover, smirking when the red demon's left hand darted down to his weapon. Before Hellboy could draw his weapon, Chase smirked,
"Until we meet again, Anung un Rama."

Hellboy shot at thin air. He snarled when he realised Chase had teleported, along with his little human. After a moment, the red demon forced his anger away as he holstered his weapon and turned his attention on his lover.

John was holding his jaw tenderly, gazing at the spot where the immortal and albino had been standing. The demon grunted as he lifted John up, off of his feet, startling the agent into wrapping his arms about Hellboy's neck for support.
"You okay, Boyscout?" Hellboy grumbled quietly, hugging his lover as he gazed about the mess of stone and floor tiles, half considering the excuses he'd have to give Manning.

John cracked his jaw open, wincing slightly,
"I'm fine; a little sore." The agent sighed then, burrowing his head up against Hellboy's neck, "How about you?"

The demon blinked out of his thoughts, looking down at the brunette in his arms, who was peeking up at him with a concerned eye. Hellboy smirked, straightening up to prove his point.
"M' fine Boyscout…" John narrowed his eyes, prodding a nasty looking bruise with enough force to make the demon wince, "Battered, but fine."

John squirmed then, so he could turn his head to the empty hall where Chase and Jack had been standing, moments before,
"Do you think he'll be okay?"

Hellboy blinked,
"Who, the kid?" John nodded, his bruising cheek brushing the demon's chin. Hellboy raised a hand and rubbed the agent's head, as he glanced at the empty hall, considering the immortal and his reaction to the youth's antics. The moment passed and Hellboy shrugged, "Ya'know, something's telling me the kid'll be fine." With that said, Hellboy hoisted John up higher into his arms, turning on his heel, leaving the mess to be discovered by a passing agent, or even Manning if he was lucky.

John's questions were quickly cut off when a familiar tail snaked up around one of his legs. The red demon snorted at the sight of the resulting blush that spread across the agent's face.

Damn, he loved Meyers.

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When Jack felt himself flung out into the open air, he flailed and shrieked, preparing for a crash landing, but could only gasp breathlessly, when he landed on something soft and springy. He bounced once; then fell back on silk sheets and cushioning.

He blinked helplessly, up at a dark ceiling, breathing heavily for a few long moments, before he finally realised exactly what he'd landed on. But before he could struggle to sit up, a weight settled squarely on top of him. Jack's mouth opened, ready to beg and plead, but was silenced with a pair of lips.

The albino's brain short-circuited and failed then and there.

Chase pulled away when Jack didn't respond, enjoying the youth totally startled look for a long moment, but found his amusement slipping when a wave of questions startled to flood the trembling boy's eyes.

The immortal leaned closer, pecking the youth on the lips, letting his lips linger loosely,
"Calm yourself; Spicer," he muttered softly, his gold eyes staring into jittering red. After a long moment, Jack could only squeak nervously in reply. Chase sighed, rolling his eyes while he reached up, brushing a hand through Jack's messy hair until the youth's muscles started to lose their tenseness.

Jack swallowed thickly, his brain struggling to come up with something other than – 'What have you done withChase?!' - Finally Jack settled on;
"What did they do to you?"

Chase blinked once before snorting and lowering his face to hide his grin. When he calmed himself, he glanced back at Jack, and smirked at the youth's wide eyes,
"Nothing, Spicer… I'm just… thankful." Jack blinked slowly, and then raised a hand to press against Chase's forehead; the immortal swatted it away. "Spicer," he warned, and blinked when Jack relaxed under the familiar tone.

It took Chase a moment to realise that Jack knew no better; in all the years that they had known each other, the albino had never encountered anything but the cold indifference that was 'Chase Young'. And yet, Jack had proven that he was more than willing to throw himself into danger for the immortal.

Chase let out a sigh as he felt warmth squirm up into his heart.
"Chase…? Are you okay?" glancing up at Jack, the immortal saw the concern in the youth's eyes, and he felt himself smile.

"Do you really love me, Jack?"

Jack froze all over; a reddening blush flooding the boy's pale cheeks. He quickly turned his head away; closing his eyes in hopes he would just sink into the bed sheets and disappear.

Chase caught the albino's chin and gently forced Jack to face him, he kissed the boy again, gently, slowly coaxing a response from the boy. Embarrassed and breathless, Jack let his lips move against Chase's, opening his mouth in a silent gasp when he felt the demon's hands cupping his head while long fingers carded his hair.

When the parted, Chase didn't make a sound, just watched Jack patiently, until the boy crumpled under the stare,
"What do you want me to say…?" Jack asked quietly, still blushing from the kiss, "I can't explain why I… love you… if that's what you want…"

Chase shook his head, leaning close to Jack, enjoying the hitch in the boy's breathing,
"Love doesn't need reason, Jack." He whispered, smirking when Jack blushed helplessly.

Unused to Chase's soft voice and comforting gaze, Jack squirmed under the dragon-lord. It took him a moment to gather the courage to speak;
"W-Why are you-?"

"You fought for your feelings; for me, Jack… that is more than I can say for most humans…" Chase offered softly, "And for that, I'm thankful."

This time when Chase kissed him, Jack was quick to respond. It was slow and hard and hot and both of them didn't want it to end, but Jack finally felt the need for air surface and he pulled back for a drag of cool air.

Chase rolled then, to the side, and was not disappointed when Jack hurriedly followed and pressed up against him, the youth's pale arms twining about the immortal's chest, as if to pull them impossibly closer.

Jack burrowed his head up against Chase's chest, leaving his words muffled.
"Thank you, Chase."

The immortal wrapped an arm around Jack, and smiled lightly. He had no clue what he'd gotten himself into, but going on the light feeling in his chest, he assumed it couldn't be half bad.

Chase smirked; he'd have to thank that big red demon.

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