Look what the cat dragged in



Look what the cat dragged in (#TiD-78) unknown


SCENE SET »  With their target acquired in Kentucky, Hank, Piotr, Jean, Sam, and all the rest return to the mansion. It's extremely late, so Hank decides to just head to bed rather than go seeking out Kirby. Of course, that doesn't mean they won't find each other...


Beast » Hank grabbed his bag from one of the compartments in the jet. You never knew how these things were going to go, how much time they would take, so he always packed for a short stay. Luckily they hadn't needed to do that this time. It was the wee hours when the jet finally touched down. The vast majority of the mansion was still dark as its residents slept.

'Sleep,' thought Hank. 'That sounds about as close to heaven as I can imagine right now.' Well, he could think of one other thing that might be more welcome than sleep, but, Hank looked at the clock as he exited the jet, it was a bit late for that tonight. He glanced up to where his own rooms were; the windows were all dark.

He didn't know exactly what he'd expected, but he had to admit he was just a tiny bit disappointed. On the whole, he understood. It was only a few hours til dawn. Kirby had probably returned to his own room after it appeared Hank wouldn't be getting back tonight.

He shook it off as they escorted Sam into the house. A place had already been prepared for him, so it didn't take long to get him settled. Once that was done, Hank turned toward his own rooms. He'd decided that his mission debrief could wait until tomorrow...or later today.

Sam had asked for a little time to get his things together and say his goodbyes. Hank had taken the opportunity to visit the small town the boy was from. He even took a few minutes to buy something for Kirby. He'd never really dated much before, but this felt like a thing he ought to do...buy a gift for someone important to him whenever he traveled. He unlocked his door, stepped inside, set the bag with Kirby's gift on a small table he set up near the door, then froze.

Hank's nose wrinkled, then he took a deep breath. The scent was mostly light here in the sitting area, a couple of hours old at least. But there was another thread here. Hank had never been able to adequately explain his sense of smell to others. It was sometimes a bit like another set of eyes. He could basically 'see' a thread of scent leading toward his bedroom. That thread was more vibrant...fresh.

Hank smiled, suddenly shy. He assumed that this was a good sign, though. He slipped off his shoes, which was much more comfortable for him as well as much more convenient. He knew where each squeaky board was in his room, so he decided to avoid them entirely. Hank jumped up to grab one of the bars that crisscrossed the ceiling in his rooms. He swung, released, and grabbed the next bar with one foot. He swung again, released again, twisted in midair, then landed softly by his slightly ajar bedroom door.

Hank's eyes had adjusted to the dark, so when he poked his head inside the room, he clearly saw his quarry. Kirby lay on his side. His hair was a wavy spill across one of Hank's pillows. His breathing and heartbeat were slow and steady, but Hank knew the man was controlled enough to keep those from spiking unless he wanted them to.

Hank smiled again, impressed with the man currently in his bed. He was either awake or not. In any event, Hank was going to join him. He slipped out of most of his clothes as he crossed to the bed. He was still self-conscious about his own body, so he was thankful for the darkness. He slipped into the bed spooning in behind Kirby, content to just fall asleep holding the man if that was how the night turned out. It was better than any night he'd spent in this bed ever before already.

Post » [1089]

Where » Hank's rooms

Weather » FAIR - Partly Overcast/Cloudy

When » 2016-09-03

Phase » Late_Night

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Cheshire » Kirby had been in a deep sleep, but like any cat sleeping, or perhaps it was any telepath sleeping part of his mind was still awake and aware, but not alarmed. When Hank settled into the bed, their was a massive bowing given that Hank was, while lite on his toes, not a lite man; He was dense muscle, and likely stood six-four or more when choosing to stand upright; Kirby estimated his weight at well over 300 pounds, he'd have a better idea once he'd gotten under Hank so to speak. But for now though, he just let himself slide into the depression caused by Hank in the bed and nessled into him, and then began to rub up against him until he was able to get comfortable.

Hank was like a wall of muscle.

His hands and feet were massive, just like his heart, mind, and personality, and he loved that too. and given that Kirby had little on, and Hank had little on as well, Hank got quite a glimpse into the tactile telepath's little mind.

Within, mostly asleep, Kirby dreams of Hank, and even seemed to invite him into his dreaming state which seemed like one large soft all enveloping billowing of silken sheets which became clouds set against deep blue skies in the oddest of places. In his dream they were kissing, the kiss was long and deep and seemed to go on endless the way things sometimes happen in dreams.

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When » 2016-09-03

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Beast » Hank had experienced telepathy, of course. He'd known the professor for half his life, and he'd known Jean since she'd come to the institute. But he'd never felt telepathy like he did with Kirby.

Hank felt himself slipping comfortably into the dream Kirby was sharing with him. His body responded unconsciously by wrapping itself around Kirby. His body instinctively moved to protect Kirby from any and everything. His arms slipped around Kirby's torso pulling the smaller man's back firmly against Hank's own chest. His legs snaked around Kirby's. Each of Hank's feet was essentially another hand, so he had no problem manipulating Kirby's legs to interlock with his own.

All the bare skin pressed against more bare skin only served to increase the strength of the visions and sensations Hank was experiencing. It also served to begin pushing aside Hank's inhibitions and self-doubt.

Once his hind brain was comfortable with the knowledge of Kirby's safety and relative location, Hank buried his face in Kirby's neck and slipped further into the dream. The cloud-silk sheets and the blue skies were there, but they faded into the background as he and Kirby began to kiss.

The man, whether physical or virtual, was a hell of a kisser. At least Hank thought so with his very limited experience. Touches of lip, darting tongue, even the occasional scrape of a tooth, only added to the sensory overload that flooded through Hank's senses. Dream Hank began to explore the body splayed out before him on the white silk while the real Hank's body began doing a bit of the same, hands making progressively larger and larger circles as they crisscrossed Kirby's chest and abdomen.

Post » [1091]

When » 2016-09-03

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Wiccan » Feeling safe within Hank's arms, Kirby's body was completely limp, he almost seemed to pour into every crevace Hank's body had to offer; His head rolled back to expose more of his neck for Hank to enjoy. Within the dream-like telepathic state, their lips continued to touch, Kirby continued to roll into that of Hank, his lips finding safe harbor on many parts of Hank's body - things were obviously begin to happen.

Post » [1104]

When » 2016-09-03

Phase » Late_Night

Notes » Sorry it's so short, i've been holidaying and birthday-ing and stuff - so just forcing myself to get started posting again even if it's short, it's something - sorry D

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Beast » Kirby's responsiveness called to the beast within Hank. It responded by becoming more grounded and settled. Kirby was letting Hank know that he was secure and safe and, at least for the moment, totally Hank's. Part of Hank's insecurity had always been his physical appearance. He knew that what most people saw was attractive, but he also knew there were several things about him which would probably bother many potential partners. But Kirby had never made him doubt himself physically.

Another part of Hank's insecurity had also always been the fear that connecting with someone opened him up to all kinds of pain. He supposed that was still true in some part of his brain, but the way Kirby was responding was certainly speaking to that fear and telling it to get lost. Hank also supposed that as far as being able to stay safe was concerned, Kirby had a pretty great skill set. That helped with Hank's tendency to worry about others when he wasn't there to protect them.

Most of all, though, was the way their minds seemed to be connecting. Kirby's telepathy was unlike any Hank had experienced before. And the more they touched, the more Hank wanted to keep touching. So far Hank had done a masterful job of keeping his canines from dropping down to a dangerous length. It was a tough thing to do, though. First, he was becoming ever more distracted by just how uncomfortably snug his boxer briefs seemed to be becoming as Kirby continued rubbing up against him. And second because of the nearly overpowering urge Hank felt to claim this man, mark him as his own. Some barely still-civilized part of his brain was reminding him that that wasn't a thing that was telling him that biting someone to the point of marking them with your teeth was entirely unacceptable behavior. That didn't make the urge go away, though.

Hank instead nuzzled in to the exposed swath of exposed neck Kirby had presented and nipping and sucking until he raised a small bruise. He'd feel bad about potentially hurting Kirby later. For now he needed to see the evidence of his claim.

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When » 2016-09-03

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» Hank thought Kirby had a great skill set? Hank really had yet to spend any real time with him in bed yet, Kirby excelled there. The more Hank pulled Kirby close to him the more Kirby pushed himself into him, when Hank start to bruise his skin with his canines, Kirby responded by pushing his flesh deeper, harder against Hank's teeth; Kirby had more then a few scars on his body form a very misspent you, what were a few more; Kirby then worked to turn himself around so that he could run his his hands over Hank's real estate.

Once he'd managed to turn himself around, Kirby continued to rub against Hank's many creviced real estate. He let his palms flow over the wide fields of muscle, occasionally his fingers would take hold and play with some part of the many muscled wall that was Hank McCoy; All the while, Kirby had no issue with letting Hank know on every level possible that he was willing to go as far, as deep, and for as long as Hank wanted to. Kirby liked the idea of belonging to someone, and particularily to someone as smart, and sweet, and strong as Hank McCoy.

Kirby was definitely encouraged Momma McCoy's boy to claim what he wanted.

Post » [1125]

When » 2016-09-03

Phase » Late_Night

Notes » trying to get caught up with posts - sorry it's short, hope the content makes up for the briefness of the post

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Beast » Hank wouldn't harm Kirby, he couldn't. At least not permanently. He paused briefly to admire the small harm he'd done to Kirby's neck. It satisfied some deep need within him to see the mark there high on Kirby's neck where it couldn't easily be hidden.

Hank McCoy was a scientist, a professor, and a civilized man, but he was also Beast. Beast was less civilized, but still a part of him. He did his best to control those urges, but Kirby seemed intent on pushing every one of Hank's buttons and risking bodily injury in the process. Luckily, Hank's Beast didn't truly want Kirby harmed either, it merely wanted Kirby marked as his. The bruise was enough to start with.

Hank began licking and rubbing any part of Kirby's body he could reach. It might have seemed like simple physical contact to others, but Hank knew it was leaving his scent everywhere he rubbed. At the same time, it was leaving Kirby's scent all over Hank's skin, too. Maybe other people wouldn't recognize it, but Hank would. It was enough to calm Beast enough to set up something more long term.

He raised his head from Kirby's chest where he had just been teasing a nipple gently with his teeth. Nostril's flaring, Hank took a deep breath, a grin spread across his face. "You smell...good." He opened himself the way the Professor and Jean had taught him and thought, 'need more.' The thought was accompanied by several images bouncing around in Hank's head of marking each other at least their scents both inside and out. He wanted more visual marking as well, but scent would be a good enough starting point.

Post » [1132]

When » 2016-09-03

Phase » Late_Night


» "Good, or like you now?" Kirby mused back that the mound of muscle that was currently on top of him; It was a very handsome mound too thought Kirby. As Hank opened himself to Kiryb mentally, Kirby opted to take the opening and shifted to his astral state completely. His body physically entered into that of Hank's body - he took in Hank's mind and rolled around in it, just as he let Hank take his mind in.

Hank could see all of Kirby's life, he could feel his life, the pain, the sorrow, the abuses he suffered as a child that turned him to a life of petty crime to survive on the streets. He experienced in a flash everything from the moment Kirby existed to now, to this very moment.

And while that was happening, Kirby also began to feel hank from the inside, and looked for multiple ways to bring him to pleasure.

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When » 2016-09-03

Phase » Late_Night

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