Part I: Bored to Death

Chapter: She's got my soul

It was about four a clock in the afternoon, that Myers stepped out of his room, after showering and changing clothes, and went to search for Red. As expected, he found him in his room, eating and watching TV.

"Hey, boyscout." Hellboy greeted him, only briefly turning his gaze from the screen. "What's up?"

"There's a cat on your bed." Myers stated.

"Yeah." Hellboy smiled, and turned to scratch the little tortoiseshell cat. "I know."

"Whose is it?" Myers was baffled.

"Your girlfriend's." Red chuckled. "She loaned the kitty for me."

"She's not my girlfriend!" Myers protested, but the burning of his cheeks betrayed his emotion.

"Yet you knew who I was referring to." Hellboy chuckled. "You had a good date with her?"

"It wasn't a date, and this is none of your damn business, Red." Myers stated. "We're here for work, not for socialising, and-"

"Oh come on, kid, loosen up a bit. We'll be off to monster hunt tomorrow - this is our night off."

"Not so much. I have a ton of work to do - Manning has sent me like a hundred emails." Myers rolled his eyes. "It's like he's incapable of running the place for one weekend without me."

"Yeah, Manning." Red replied, still caressing the little cat, who was purring contently. "He's an ass. Don't try to save him by doing his stuff for him."

"Well, someone has to." Myers stated. "I don't want the place to burn down while we're here."

"Mh." Hellboy made an indifferent sound, taking another bite of a huge sandwich he'd been holding. "Don't sweat it, Myers. You can't work tonight - we have plans."

"We do?" Myers raised an eyebrow. "Like what? Sitting here watching you eat 10 pizzas doesn't sound like a plan to me."

The demon chuckled. "It's your gal's birthday today - she invited us to a party."

"But… but-" Myers felt his cheeks burning again - damn! "She said none of that to me."

Hellboy took a look of him, and made a small laugh. "Well that's what she said, when she brought the cat. The party's at seven in her place."

"And you're gonna go?"

"Sure." Hellboy stated. "She promised there'lll be beer."

"Great." Myers said, with a voice that told he didn't really feel great at all.

He checked the time - it was almost half past four. That meant he'd have to hurry.

Two and half hours later, he was standing outside Margot's door, wearing a neat, navy blue Italian suit (new one, from Massimo Dutti) and holding a bucket of long, red roses. The music and a loud chattering of happy people echoed from Margot's apartment to the hallway.

Myers cleared his throat - felt nervous as hell.

Margot Duval had taken his soul, he knew. It was weird and it was unexpected, but it was also an undeniable fact.

Him, of all people, had fell head over heels for a girl he'd known less than 24 hours. He knew he was lost - it was as if she'd put a spell on him, and his restless soul could not stop longing for her.

Plus, the truth be told, he felt that the new suit was a way too tight - no matter, that the sales lady had told him it fit like a glove, and made him look great. "Like a Roman statue!" she had said, though Myers thought it was a bad metaphor, since the roman statues were mostly naked.

And then the roses.

Myers took a look at the bucket, that seemed to reveal his emotions way too clearly, and felt suddenly embarrassed.

Hellboy, who approached on the hallway, smirking at him, didn't help at all.

"Awwww, and I didn't get you anything, Myers!"

Myers rolled his eyes. "They are not for you."

"Hoping they will help you get lucky?" Hellboy raised an eyebrow. "Looking nice tonight, Myers - new suit and all."

"It's not new." he lied, badly. "We are late as it is, are we gonna go in?"

"Sure, kiddo." Hellboy knocked on the door. "I wouldn't miss this for the world."

The party was a disaster.

In Margot's tiny two room apartment on the -7th floor, there were about 40 people, and of course Myers knew no one. Margot was breathtakingly beautiful - wearing black pants, high heels and a dark green satin corset with matching gloves - but she seemed to avoid him.

Sure, she thanked for the roses, offered him some champagne - but after that she was off to talking to other people, busying herself with making more punch etc. She hardly looked at his direction, and Myers knew it was intentional. He felt devastated.

Hellboy on the other hand seemed content. He had stationed himself by the table, and was happily stuffing himself with food, and Margot spent a lot of time talking with him about Kat - her best friend and his girlfriend. They even called her to say hi, which made Myers feel like a total outsider.

He poured himself a glass of white wine (even if he hardly ever drank alcohol), and busied himself going through Margot's comic book collection, but as it was almost completely in french, it wasn't that uplifting.

And he just couldn't stop thinking about Margot.

She was so beautiful - the porcelain white skin of her bare shoulders, her swan like neck, her collarbones, the deep of her neck… Myers could not help but to stare, which made him feel like a peeping tom.

Disgusting. What was wrong with him? He was acting as if he'd never seen a girl before, which really wasn't the case.

He wasn't a ladies man, not really, but he'd had a few girlfriends - a smart blond called Jessie on the Quantigo, and a long term relationship with a high school sweetheart, and a few more - but none of them had made him feel like this. Not even during the most agonizing teenage years, had he ever felt this insecure and plain horny in front of a girl.

Just looking at Margot made his pulse accelerate, his palms sweat and a hot ache swell in his core. He felt the shadow of her kiss burning on his lips, and his mouth watered.

Damn him. Damn this! What was wrong with him?

The wine did no good, and he was beginning to feel miserable. After about an hour he'd had enough. Hellboy had left, after finishing about every dish there had been on the table, Margot still seemed to avoid him, everyone was speaking French, German or some other European language he didn't even recognize. A beautiful blond started chatting with him, but he wasn't even a little bit interested, and managed to repel her by drooling after Margot.

Splendid.

He made way through the crowd to Margot.

"Hey, I'll be leaving now." he stated, leaning closer to her so that she'd hear him over the music. "Thanks for the party, Margot."

She looked up, suddenly completely ignoring the tall guy she'd been chatting with.

"What do you mean, you're leaving?"

"I…" he cleared his throat. "I shouldn't have come. I'm sorry. I feel like a complete ass. I can see now, that I offended you with that… kiss." he lowered his voice for the last word.

"No, that's not it at all!" Margot replied, and waved her hand, making the other guy take a walk. "You can't leave, I forbid it."

"You forbid it?" Myers couldn't help but to laugh.

"I am the birthday girl, so it is only fitting that I make a request." There was a flirtatious tone in her voice now, one that didn't go unnoticed by Myers.

"Seriously? After ignoring me during the whole night, you now tell me I must stay?"

"Ah, I'm sorry about that." Margot bit her lip. "But it isn't what you think. I want you to stay, I really do. In fact - I'm beginning to think that this party is a little bit too crowded."

She span around, took a look of her friends and colleagues, and seemed to concentrate hard for a moment. And then, one by one the people simply began to walk to her, to shake her hand and say their thanks and goodbyes. It only took a few minutes, and the room was empty. It was just him and her now, and suddenly he felt super nervous again.

"A Jedi mind trick." Myers noted, raising his glass. "I'm impressed."

Margot shrugged. "I only use that when it's an emergency."

"Oh. And what's the emergency?"

"I haven't had nearly enough champagne." Margot grinned. "And as it is my party, I'm ordering that you have a glass with me."

She walked to the kitchen, and took a fresh bottle from the fridge, handing it to him. "Would you mind?" she asked.

"Sure." he said, and began opening it.

Soon they had glasses full of the delicious sparkling gold, and Myers gratefully sipped of his. Now that it was just the two of them, he suddenly felt anxious again. He didn't know what to expect, and it bothered him. Margot had hardly looked at him after the kiss in the park, and now… now there was something totally different in her, and if he wasn't mistaken, she was definitely flirting with him.

"That's a nice suit, John." she said after they had finished their first glasses, and she poured some more champagne for him. "Massimo Dutti, right?"

He blushed. "Yeah, I needed a new one, so-"

"I like it." she looked at him from head to toe, which made him feel a bit objectified - not that he mined. "It makes you look great."

Myers cleared his throat. She was standing very close to him now. She'd put her glass and the bottle on the kitchen counter, and her fingers were on his arm, as if to feel the fabric of his suit, but actually they were feeling his bicep.

"You think I'm pretty?" she asked then, looking up to him with her oh, so green eyes.

Myers could hardly speak. His voice felt thick and low in his throat. "You know I do."

Margot giggled. "That's true, but I want to hear you say it."

"I've never seen anyone more beautiful than you are."

"Awww." Margot smiled. "That's adorable."

Her fingers were on his chest now, under his jacket, pulling it off.

Christ, he felt horny - a hot need welled in his core, making him already hard in his pants, and he was sure Margot knew it. Teasingly, biting her lip, she opened his jacket and he helped her to remove it completely.

She seemed to be pleased on what she was seeing. A sinful grin on her lips, she hopped to sit on the kitchen counter so that their faces were on the same height. Her gloved fingers were on his tie now, and she pulled him closer as if he was a dog on a leash. Her lips were so close of his own, that he felt her breathing on him, tasted the champagne she'd been drinking, inhaled her faint scent of roses and cinnamon. He groaned, the need burning in his veins, and tried to kiss her, but she retreated giving him a shameless grin.

"Oh, no." she stated. "Not yet, Thad."

"Thad?" he managed to ask. "Where did that come from?"

"Your middle name, Thaddeus. I find it cute."

She was opening the Windsor knot of his tie now, with slow deliberate moves, and as soon as she was done, she threw it on the floor.

"Lose the shirt." it was a command, and he obeyed willingly. It didn't take long for him to open the buttons, and remove the undesired piece of clothing.

Her gloved hands were on his shoulders now, and he felt the warmth of her touch on his skin. It sent a shiver to his spine, and immediately made him so hard in his pants, that it was all but unbearable.

"What is it like, Thad?" she asked, purring, her fingers tracing his biceps, moving down his arms. "To not know what other people think? How they feel?"

He cleared his throat. "At a moment it puts me on disadvantage."

Margot's laughter was soft and dark as the night, and she had stars and champagne bubbles in her eyes. "Poor you."

He groaned desperately, digging his fingers in her hips, feeling the softness of her curves on his palms, but there was the fabric of her pants between them, and he wished he could just rip it off. Desperately he leaned closer, trying to steal a kiss, but she stopped him by placing her gloved fingers on his lips.

"You're eager." she breathed. "But I said, not yet."

Her fingers brushed his lips, followed the line of his jaw to his neck and collarbone. He shivered under her touch, a need so burning and consuming eating him alive, that he was sure he'd burst or die, if he didn't have her lips on his soon.

"Give me some mercy." he moaned, his voice hoarse and thick in his throat. "Let me touch you, please."

"I know exactly what's going through your head right now." she breathed close to his ear. Her hands were now on his chest, on his abdomen, moving downwards as she spoke.

"I bet you do." Myers groaned. "Then stop teasing me, and do something about it."

"Oh." she made a small, arousing laughter. "I'm liking this."

And her hand was on his crotch, finding the evident bulge, palming him hard through the fabric.

"Christ!" he cursed, as she began to massage him, her fingers skillfully playing on his length, finding even through the fabric the most sensitive spots of his manhood.

He thought he'd come right away. He was so aroused, it took all he had to suppress the need to throw her on the table, to rip open her clothes and to have her right there, with or without her consent.

She paused for a moment, just to remove her gloves - finally - and then her hands were on the skin of his abdomen, and he felt the lightning struck he'd been aching for, going through his veins, and he was swept to her mind, to her consciousness again.

It made him groan, and a cry of ecstasy escaped his lips.

For he felt everything she felt, and she wanted him.

Her slender fingers were opening his belt now. God, it had been a really, really long time, since- he gulped, and suppressed the thought. He so didn't want Margot catching that.

But she chuckled on a way that told Myers just how much fun she was having at his expense. Her fingers determinately opened the buckle of his belt, and played teasingly on the waistband of his trousers, making his breathing fast and shallow.

"You're in need of some, aren't you John?" Margot breathed, and looked at him through her lashes on a way that took his breath away.

"Oh God, yes…" he managed, and leaned closer to kiss her again, and this time she let him. Her mouth was small, her lips full and gorgeous, and she tasted of lust, love and wine, which made him high headed.

He was so hard in his pants, that it made him really uncomfortable, he could practically feel every throbbing vein in his cock, and Margot sure took her time opening the button and the zipper. If she would just hurry up-

"You're impatient!" Margot giggled, and finally pulled down his zipper. "Let's not rush it, Thad, that's not the way I like it."

"Then tell me how do you like it?" his voice felt raspy and thick in his throat. He let his hands wander to her bare shoulders and from them to the lacing of her corset. His fingers felt a way too clumsy as he began to open it, but Margot didn't seem to mind.

She had wrapped her thighs around his hips, and pulled him closer, and agonisingly her cool, delicate fingers had began to pull down his pants - and boxers.

A moan of lust escaped his lips, as Margot found his aching shaft that was already bursting with heat.

"I like it hard." She breathed, and began to slide her fingers aimlessly up and down his length, making him moan again. "I like it rough and rude, wild and dirty, and desperate as hell."

"You do?" Myers groaned, his voice thick with lust now. "I'm up for that if you are."

"Yeah?" Margot grabbed his shaft hard now, pumping up and down, making him groan again.

"Jesus…!" he cursed. It had been such a long time, and the way she touched him was way more arousing than anything he had ever experienced. Her hand on him was skillful, rough and gentle at the same time, and she grabbed him with just enough pressure, reading his need from his mind. But it worked both ways: being able to feel with every cell of his body, that she wanted him, took away all his usual nervousness and hesitation. This was pure lust, and they were both burning.

He buried his fingers into her curls, and pulled her closer for a kiss, opened her lips with his, and let his tongue find hers. But too soon she broke the kiss, and pushed him a bit further.

"I want you to fuck me like there is no tomorrow, John Myers." Margot breathed, and that was enough to make him lose all control.

With force he tore open the lacing of her corset, and threw the piece of clothing on the floor. Her small breasts were revealed now, shaped like apple halves, their hardened nipples begging for his touch. He cupped them with both hands, the sensation of making his erection throb.

"Oh, yes...!" Margot encouraged him, and let go of his cock, wrapping her arms around his neck now. He knew instinctively what she wanted for him to do, and he began to massage her breasts, tugging hard on her nipples, making her breathing turn fast.

God, it felt heavenly! Her body was trembling, and the sounds that escaped from her lips made him so hard, it was almost unbearable. But the best part were her thoughts, for the more he aroused her, the less she was able to block him, and now he was seeing and feeling pretty much everything she was.

And she wanted him. The thought took his breath away. She wanted for him to-

"I really, really need to get these pants off." Margot exhaled, her cheeks rosy and her breathing fast.

"Yeah, sure." He didn't take too much time opening the button and the zipper, but as she was sitting on the table and he was between her thighs, it took some squirming and cursing to get the pants off, but finally she was all naked.

Gods, she is beautiful! the thought flashed in his mind, and was instantly picked up by Margot. She responded by giving him a wicked grin, and pulled him closer, wrapping her legs around his hips.

Her hand was on his cock now, pumping him rough, and he couldn't help but to spit out a few curses.

"Fuck, Margot, I-"

"Hush, don't talk!" she hissed, and kissed him, pulling him closer as if to guide him in.

Myers gasped: "Wait, don't you want for me to-"

"No more foreplay, I want the real thing!" he heard her voice inside of his head.

"But what about birth control, we-"

"I've got that covered." Margot snapped, and sent the next thought straight to his mind: Won't you ever stop talking, and fuck me?!

That took away his hesitation. His shaft throbbed and ached, longing to get inside of her, and the feeling of her slick, wet folds against him made the need burn in his veins. He couldn't resist the promise they held, and with a long, rough thrust he pushed inside.

"Ah! Please!" Margot moaned desperately, as he stretched her open. "Oh please, harder!"

He felt her plea inside his soul, in every inch of his being, and it felt like a command.

Groaning he did as he was told, grasped her hips, and pushed deeper. Her body was hot and melting under his touch, she lay down on the table, and arched her back. Her eyes were closed now, the look on her face was pure bliss and pain.

"Please…!" she breathed. "Please…!"

He picked up a fast rhythm, just as he felt she wanted. Every push was deep and rough, and was rewarded by a moan that escaped from her lips. Her pale, milky white skin glowed, her divine breasts moved paced by his thrusts, she was biting her lip. Her arms and legs seemed weak now, her fingers aimlessly grasping for air, the table and for his hands that were still on her hips.

Fuck me like there is no tomorrow! He heard her words echoing in his mind, and it was all too much.

"Margot, I'll-" he groaned, as the pressure in his throbbing shaft kept growing.

But as he began to talk, he knew already that it was pointless. She shared his mind, shared every inch of his lust and his need was hers too.

"Yes..!" Margot answered in his mind. "Thad!"

"Oh Christ!" he groaned, and let go. He felt Margot's body arching, her legs spasming, and just as he pushed inside harder than ever, she gasped and her orgasm washed over him, pushing him over the edge too. He came like never before, emptying himself in her, the last waves of her orgasm milking him dry.