Rush
Hughie nearly growled when he smelled Stormfront's soul, it almost drowned out the smell of Homelander's soul, he nearly didn't notice the new blood that stained Homelander's soul, Hughie decided to deal with it at a later date, he also noticed how tired Homelander was, like he hadn't gotten proper sleep in a long while. Even though John was shorter then him, and was much slimmer then his suit would suggest, he seemed to look smaller to Hughie, more fragile like he wasn't one of the strongest men on earth, the way he had clung to him, wearing only one of Hughie's hoodies that was baggy on John so it covered what it needed too, that moment made him look the opposite of the way his soul was, Hughie even carried John to bed, were after Hughie changed he just cuddled the blond comforting him as he needed, he didn't know why he was he shouldn't be, maybe he was getting attached.
Hughie watched and waited, the blood that soaked Stormfront's soul only got fresher and fresher as the days went on, Hughie hated it, he didn't like not being able to do anything with how clingy John was being since he got back from his mission. Hughie was sitting in John's penthouse, sitting on the couch with John hugging him with Hughie playing with his hair lightly, John did notice how on edge Hughie had been, John had glanced up at Hughie before sinking down, he had been slightly laying on the couch while hugging him, so when he sank down, he was across Hughie's lap, John felt Hughie's eyes on him when he glanced up he saw the look Hughie was giving him.
"...John.....Go ahead." Hughie said, leaning his head back, closing his eyes, his throat glowed slightly before he let out a sigh, a thick plume of smoke came out of his mouth.
John nearly purred as he moved, he pulled Hughie's sweatpants down freeing John's prize, he licked it over running his fangs over it as well, hearing how Hughie's breath hitched at the small act, he kissed the head before sinking down, taking it into his mouth, he bobbed his head in slow deep movements savoring it, he didn't know when Hughie would be sent on another mission again and, he hadn't done anything with Hughie since he got back so he was in need of this.
Ashly entered the penthouse, she didn't realize what was happening until she had them in few, she gasped and stammered out a few apologies, Hughie's hand was on the back of John's neck, John himself didn't care he was to focused on what he was doing to care that Ashly was now in the room.
"It's alright, besides I know you've seen worse then this, like what John did to Blindspot." Hughie said calmly, John stopped at the base, Hughie could smell the panic on John and Ashly, he noticed how she gripped her tablet tightly.
"I uh....I." Ashly seemed to be at a loss for words, he blinked owlishly at Hughie, who was calm.
"You don't need to lie for him, I know what John did, don't worry about him reprimanding you in anyway, leave us be, I will let you know if I need a cleaning crew or not." Hughie's voice shifted as he changed into Storm Rider, John felt the burning in this throat and at his lips, it was more intense then before, Ashly ran, leaving the room as quickly as she could.
"Keep sucking, you've been wanting this~ But now its going to really burn you up~" Storm Rider gave a dark chuckle, John felt tears sting his eyes as he did as told, letting the burning organ ignite his throat, burning the flesh.
Storm Rider kept his head down, kept him sucking it down deep burning more of his lover's throat, he held John's head down when he came, burning its way down to his stomach, he let John pull off to breath, one side of John's face had started to bubble and burn from Storm Rider's intense head. John had tears running down his face it hurt, he liked the slight burn Storm Rider gave him before but this was so much different, John knew he might die by Storm Rider's hands for disobeying him like that.
"Strip fully." Storm Rider stated, it was an order a command that John followed.
Burning hands grabbed him and he let out a mix of a howl of pain and pleasured filled moan, as he was made to sit facing Storm Rider, the glow of his lover's cock was visible, John felt the flesh burn away eaten at by the cold fury that came form the man under him. He felt the burning tongue over his chest, making his skin bubble and blister, burning away, he felt the teeth on his nipple and the sensitive bud being burned, John was crying out in pain as Storm Rider removed his gloves before placing the burning metal bones on John's hips, branding them in that tight grip, Storm Rider started thrusting up into John, nailing his prostate, burning the bundle of nerves, but still sending shockwaves of pleasure through his lover.
Even though Storm Rider was hurting him in the worse way possible, literally burning him up from the inside out, John couldn't help himself but moan loudly, he couldn't help himself but enjoy it, he didn't know what he was enjoying more the treatment or the pain. He's never really felt pain before, knew it was meant to hurt but he was loving it, loving the pain that was caused by Storm Rider, although he wasn't going to disobey him again, if he lived through this.
Storm Rider used John like a toy, and he was sure nether he nor John knew how they ended up with John broken on the floor, all Storm Rider really remembered was multiple sex positions, the sound of bones breaking and flesh tearing, even now that he was bent over John, cock still buried in deep and burning away at his insides he wasn't sure when he ripped John's left arm off at the elbow, he wasn't sure when he broke John's left leg or ripped his right leg off at the hip joint. He ripped John's chest open cracking the ribs, he took John's heart in his hand feeling its rapid beating in his grip as he kept pumping into him. He leaned over and licked over the unburned side of John's face leaving the burns in his wake, he then bit down over that eyes, John had been screaming but he never begged for it to stop, his moans had been almost as loud as his screams, even while he was getting torn apart and opened up, he didn't beg, he only screamed and moaned, even as Storm Rider ripped the eye out of John's face with his teeth and ate the orb the blond didn't beg to stop, he changed back as he came into John.
Hughie snapped back to reality, he had blacked out, one moment John was cuddled up to him on the couch, the next the room has burn marks, furniture was partially burned and broken, and John was still alive but ripped apart, Hughie was inside him still, he tasted blood and the remnants of something in his mouth, he was horrified by what he did, he was loosing control of himself.
When John woke up he was fully healed, there was patches of discolored skin here and there, all over his body, but they looked almost like skin graphs, Hughie was sitting on the bed, cleaned up and in different cloths, John moved over to him and leaned on him, kissing Hughie's neck, Hughie was quick to get up turning to John and looking at him, he was scared John could hear his heart beating like it would burst out of his chest, like in the cartoons Noir liked to watch.
"H-how, how can you do that, when I ripped you apart, I ripped you apart John while having sex with you, I broke you down and burned you, t-treating you like a toy....I-I know you killed Blindspot and Stillwell while I was gone, but that was fucked, so fucked." Hughie stated this, his voice shaking as he moved a hand through his curls.
"......You also ate one of my eyes......Now come here, so I can help calm you down a little~" John nearly purred as he eyed Hughie's crotch, he didn't care, Hughie could do what he wanted, he enjoyed it.
"....I...What? Oh, oh god I'm a cannibal, I'm a cannibal now, fucking great, just another thing to add to my pile of fucked up shit in my life." Hughie groaned as he fell back onto the bed, John got onto him and nuzzled him a bit, kissing his neck as he put a hand up Hughie's shirt, touching his chest feeling the hairs there and moving his hand down, following the 'happy trail' down, Hughie grabbed his wrist.
"John...Fine, but...Don't kill anymore, you might not get so lucky." Hughie mumbled.
John moaned in Hughie's ear, he liked how easy it had been to get Hughie to have sex with him, normal non hellish or torturous sex, just Hughie's normal cock inside him, the bed rocking under their movements and Hughie groaning as he gripped John's hips helping in to thrust deeper, John noticed how much more sensitive the parts that had been burned but were now fully healed were, it was like all those nerves were reborn and virgin to sensations, in away he guessed they were, burned but reformed be Hughie.
Hughie glanced next to him, they had been finished for over three hours now, John was asleep next to Hughie, curled up to his side, Hughie should be asleep too but he just couldn't, he stared up the ceiling, every time he closed his eyes he was greeted by the image of John, bloodied, burned and broken, under him. Face burned, pouring blood form his eye socket, blood staining his blond hair red, chest gaping open, heart visibly beating in Hughie's hand, one arm nearly ripped fully off while the other was left somewhat intact, the thing that got to Hughie the most was the look on John's mostly burned face, it was a smile.
In the morning Hughie looked at John who awoke with a yawn and stretch, Hughie sat up fully and looked down at him.
"John, d-did you like it when I mutilated you while I was having sex with you?" Hughie asked, his voice soft and meek almost.
".....Yes, but I'm not going to be a bad boy for you again though, I might have liked it but...I don't want to die form that." John stated, he felt the bed shift, Hughie's eyes ignited.
"As long as your a good boy, I won't do that again~" Storm Rider stated, not changing fully just showing in his eyes, voice and in the way smoke flooded out of his mouth as he spoke.
"Yes, of course." John said, shuttering slightly.
"Yes, what?" Storm Rider asked, the smoke from his mouth dancing over John's neck, John Shuttered a bit at the smoke touching his neck.
"Yes, master~" John purred.
"Hmm~ Good boy~" Storm Rider gave a growl, before putting a hand around John's throat.