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Anung un Rama scared him. Well, he scared most people, people who were still alive anyway.
But he scared John more than he scared any one else, but it wasn't because he was a cruel beast, it was far from it.
It was because every single time John looked at the horned destroyer, all he could see was him.
It was like Hellboy was screaming on the inside, trying to get out, but Anung un Rama kept him trapped there, forced him to watch his destruction.
The world had ended two years ago, it now stood in a stereotypical apocalyptic state.
The sky was crimson and the moon was a mottled burnt orange that stood out in contrast against the sky.
When Anung un Rama had risen, he'd taken Hellboy's mate along with him. He protected him as long as he served him, he treated him like a toy and John knew the moment he disobeyed he'd be dead.
But he couldn't do that, he couldn't leave him.
John looked up from the throne room he was sitting in, naked against the stone floor, as the Demon walked in.
He was still the tall, red, muscled man John had known, but instead of filed stubs, there now stood thick horns that surrounded a crown of flame that burned eternally.
The carvings in his red right hand shone with a sickly red and his breath came out in short gasps of crimson smoke that tainted the air.
He was no longer fun and cocky, he was no longer Human.
He was a monster that created destruction in his path and didn't care who he turned to dust in his wake.
John bowed his head.
"Master," he greeted solemnly.
He was met by a low chuckle. "We all know you don't mean that, John."
John looked up to meet the yellow eyes that were staring at him, Anung un Rama had a satisfied smirk on his face.
John gulped and tried to expel all sources of fear from his body. "I don't know what you mean, Master." He said, trying to keep his voice as even as possible.
Anung un Rama took a casual step towards him. "You call me Master, but you don't mean it."
John looked away, the one question burning on his lips was then why am I still alive?
But he didn't say it, he'd been trained into submission for two long years and he was nowhere near stupid enough to speak his mind.
He didn't have the inclination or the strength.
John looked up, his eyes were tired from the lack of sleep of having his Lord pump into him every night, and his skin was cold to the touch from the stone floor.
"I don't know what else I can offer you, my King." He said quietly, well aware the Demon could hear him.
"You're a problem, John." Anung un Rama continued in his calm tone, walking towards the Human.
John stood immediately as he approached. He'd seen Anung un Rama kill people with his bare hands and destroy cities and boil oceans, but this was when he was most terrifying.
When he was calm and quiet, when the true devil rippled in his eyes.
John bowed his head to his King. "I'm so sorry, Master." He began, "I'm sorry for being a problem, I'll change it, I promise."
Anung un Rama shook his head. "No, you bow and scrape to me better than anyone left on this Godforsaken planet." He chuckled, "okay, maybe that's the wrong word."
John shivered, there were times when he was just too similar to his lost love,r it made him want to vomit.
"You never stood up to me," he continued, "not like some others."
His lips twisted into a leer and John knew that in his minds eye he was seeing how he'd reduced Elizabeth Sherman to dust before him for rejecting his rule.
"But it's not because you're smart and it's definitely not because you respect me."
John shook as he looked up into those yellow eyes, so cold and terrifying.
"It's because you believe there is hope for him."
John swallowed as he felt an unruly tear fall from his eye. He immediately moved to scrub it away but Anung un Rama beat him to it. He tried not to flinch as his one flesh hand reached out and wiped the tear from his cheek.
He watched as Anung un Rama brought the tear to his mouth and licked it away, trying not to remember other ways those hands used to touch him.
Anung un Rama hummed. "I can taste your pain, not that I need too, it's etched across your face." His tone suddenly turned as cold as the stone of his right hand as he took John's face in his grip and painfully forced his face up to meet his.
"I will never kill you, John Myers." He said coldly. "You'll be at my side forever, so I need to expel all the hope and feelings for him-" he spat the words, "from your body forever. I would say I'll make your life a living hell but lets face it, it already is."
John trembled in fear as Anung un Rama collected him up his arms and walked him over to his throne.
All the times Hellboy had picked him up, he'd felt safe and secure. But now he felt scared and vulnerable and it was hard to imagine that both of these states of mind came from the same body.
John let out a groan of pain as Anung un Rama pressed his face roughly against the stone seat of the throne, leaving his bare ass completely exposed.
He shut his eyes, he knew what was coming, this had happened more often than not.
Anung un Rama had retained all of Hellboy's memories when he'd changed, and the one thing he explained to John that had always stood out to him was how particularly good it was to fuck John.
The Demon had felt an unexplainable connection to John since the first time he'd seen him and had employed him as a slave of sorts, for all sorts of things, sex, nutrition, pain.
Mainly he just liked to see John squirm. It brought him an insane sort of happiness in this wasteland.
But this was different somehow, this wasn't just one of those times Anung un Rama fucked him hard and he was sore for a few hours after and felt guilty because generally he couldn't help coming.
This was Anung un Rama using sex as a weapon. Not using it to please himself, but using it against John. Using it to try and break the spirit John thought he'd kept so carefully hidden.
John shuddered as he felt the cold liquid seep between his cheeks and drip into his abused hole, Anung un Rama had fucked him dry a few times as punishment and John shuddered every time he thought about it.
But the demon knew that the way to make John truly lose himself was not within pain, it was within pleasure.
People forgot themselves at moments of pure ecstasy, they said the craziest things and Anung un Rama highly doubted John was any different, he was just a Human after all.
John closed his eyes as he felt the familiar colossal cock make contact with his hole, stretching him painfully.
Every ridge and every vein that he felt reminded him off all the times that cock had made love to him, made him feel special and loved and that hurt more than the widest girth ever could.
John clenched his teeth as he felt inch after inch breach him until the Demon was fully seated inside him.
He felt Anung un Rama groan behind him and he let his head rest against the cold stone, tears stinging his eyes.
Anung un Rama moved almost immediately, he used lube, or at least a variation of it, because he didn't want to damage his little sex slave.
But the Demon was selfish and cruel, even to his most prized possession.
John shuddered and convulsed as the burn spread through his entire body and his tears became more prominent.
Not because he knew this burn would last until this was over, but because he knew it wouldn't.
He knew how it would make him feel.
Anung un Rama was very good at sex, as good as Hellboy had been. John couldn't class them as the same person, he just couldn't.
John let out an involuntary moan as Anung un Rama's cock made contact with his prostate, stimulating the sensitive spot inside him until John was mewling and bucking beneath him.
He heard Anung un Rama's superior laugh and the hatred burned deep within John.
The hate mixed the pleasure and the pain and the guilt all blurred into one intense emotion as he felt the Demon inside him, tainting his soul and making him love it.
John cried out as he came, white come splashing against the stone floor. He often wondered how long it would take for it to turn black.
He collapsed against the throne in his release but Anung un Rama did not stop, he continued fucking John long and hard until John was crying out in pain from his overstimulated prostate, his neglected cock rising beneath him again.
John felt tears well up again. No, please. He silently pleaded as he grew hard again, the constant stream of pain making him cry out with every thrust, but Anung un Rama only loved that.
He heard the Demon finally grunt behind him and felt the fiery hot seed fill him up and spurt against his prostate with such force that he came a second time, crying out from a mixture of pain and pleasure as Anung un Rama finally pulled out of his abused hole, making a small whimpering noise as he felt the hot come dribbling down his legs.
He heard Anung un Rama make a noise behind him. "You look so beautiful like that," he was saying, "fucked out, my come down your legs, your own come on the floor from having come twice like a dirty slut."
He chuckled as he pulled John's limp body to him, John didn't have the strength to resist, but he wouldn't have done even if he'd had it.
John looked into the Demon's yellow eyes, he didn't have much of a choice.
Anung un Rama forced his tongue between John's flaccid lips and John didn't make a move to reciprocate, he merely stayed in his arms and took it.
After a moment, the Demon pulled away and let John go, allowing him to crumple to the floor.
Anung un Rama reached down and pulled his pants back up, no longer the leather John knew.
"I'll be back later this evening," he informed John as the Human lay on the floor and watched him silently. "There have been developments with the mission."
John closed his eyes, the "mission" was to locate and destroy Abraham Sapien. John didn't know why Anung un Rama wanted him dead so badly, he supposed he wanted to destroy every part of his old life.
Abe had been clever to out run him for this long, but John knew his old friend wouldn't be alive for much longer.
"You are not to leave this room until I get back." Anung un Rama instructed. John merely nodded and watched as the Demon left the room and everything was silent again.
As soon as he was out of sight, John let his silent tears flow freely.
He hated Anung un Rama for making him come like that, but he hated himself more.
Now would be the perfect oppourtinity to kill himself, to end it all and get out of this hell. But he'd never do it, just like he'd never done it before.
John knew that Anung un Rama wouldn't stop until there was not a single ounce of hope left in him, and he just prayed that he would be strong enough to hold out until...
Until what? John didn't even know, until he thought of something.
Until he could free his lover from his prison inside the Demon's mind.
John knew he was still in there, despite all of Anung un Rama's denial.
He guessed what he was doing was lying on a cold floor, crying with Demon come dripping from ass, waiting for a man he needed to come and save him.
A man who would never come.
A/N: So I really wanted to write something where John can't stand the fact that Anung un Rama still looks and acts a bit like Hellboy, and this sort of took shape. This is supposed to be a little oneshot to upset myself but I suppose I could carry it on if people wanted me to.