My name is Dr. Henry "Hank" McCoy. I’m 21, a Harvard alum, former researcher for Brand Corp and former member of the CIA. I have two PhDs in genetics and biochemistry and an MD in general medicine. I am working towards another doctorate in bioengineering. I was going to bring Hank back, I still really want to, but it seems pretty pointless.
Not only are there no X MEN now, two of the people in our Skype chat are no longer Skype friends with me. My question is, why didn’t you just eject me from the chat if you didn’t want to speak with me? Instead…
Since my beloved has died, Mark and the Professor are never on, and I only did this because I was bored and drunk one night and agreed to doing the RP…
I believe Hank, John, Logan, and the Professor are now all open for new people. Well of course my handsome mutant can’t be taken, but the other three are open.
I’m sorry it came down to someone being deleted to start this whole thing. I understand you deleted her, but still. Well I honestly can’t think of something to say spiteful because you can’t really beat down a sick person and you can’t really beat now your lover (lover be Jen) either. However if need be we can all play pin the tail on David.
I love you all, except for most of you fuckers who made me get a Skype. <3
Wait.. I don’t understand..
You’re upset because someone removed you from their Skype account? I understand they are in the RP, but I mean.. c’mon.. It’s their account and shit happens every day.
I’m sorry you feel like you have to kill off Hank because of that incident. To me that’s kind of childish. Because someone removed you off of their personal Skype you feel the need to kill off your character? I, for one, have always like Hank but if you the writer behind him are taking something so petty to heart… then this is probably the right choice.
I don’t want to sound like a bitch, because I know I’m coming off as one but that’s just really childish. Besides this wasn’t an X-Men only RP, this was a Marvel RP. I never saw anyone else look for members with a post besides one of the Admins. So I can’t help but feel just because two people left the X-Men they all have to die? That’s ridiculous.
So many things I could continue on with, but I have school.
P.S. DAVID WHAT WERE YOU THINKING! RESPONDING TO THAT POST, WRONG POST! :P
There is a lot more to this than you understand. It wasn’t simply someone removing me from Skype—it was someone I love, greatly, smacking me in the face. I’m not about to stick around where I’m not wanted. I’m sorry if you don’t understand that, but I also don’t need to explain myself to you. I would reserve your judgement of my character if I were you, as you don’t know the depth of this situation.
Anyway, Hank literally has no one to interact with anymore except for John, so there’s no point of me continuing on. I know this is a Marvel rp, which is all well and good, but I don’t feel like playing 10 X Men just so my character has someone to talk to on missions.
I was going to bring Hank back, I still really want to, but it seems pretty pointless.
Not only are there no X MEN now, two of the people in our Skype chat are no longer Skype friends with me. My question is, why didn’t you just eject me from the chat if you didn’t want to speak with me? Instead you unfriended me as what, exactly, a slap in the face? Considering one of you has a slap mightier than the other, and can hurt me in ways most people can’t—that’s low.
I am aware that I’m not a perfect person. I’m made aware of that nearly daily-but I wouldn’t ever turn my back on anyone either.
It sucks that this is how this has to end. I’ve created so many story lines that will never get used. It blows, but it is what it is.
Well, goodbye. I’m sure you won’t have a hard time forgetting me.
Jen
P.S. John, I’ve always liked you. I’m still friends with you on Skype so if you ever feel like chatting I’m always on there.
P.S.S. Hank died in a plane crash. Very tragic.
UNTIL FUTHER NOTICE HANK WILL NOT BE PARTICIPATING IN THIS RPG. HE STILL EXISTS, HE HASN’T DIED. HE CANNOT BE USED BY ANYONE ELSE IN ANY WAY UNTIL I HAVE DETERMINED WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK I AM GOING TO DO WITH HIM. DO NOT MENTION HIM IN ANY WAY.
“If I didn’t I don’t think I’d surround myself around these kids all day, every day.” I said. I pulled Hank in close as we walked in, closing the door with my foot, kissing him softly. “God, I love you.”
John hadn’t said it before. He hadn’t, which was fine with Hank. He could tell John cared about him and was never someone that needed much convincing in these matters. Hearing him say it though, aroused Hank, making him pull the man ever closer. The kiss became firm and he could feel himself shiver with the anticipation of sex.
I pulled away from the kiss. “Hank” I said with a snicker. “If all I had to do was say those three simple words to get you naked, I would’ve said them a week ago when I felt it.”
Hank laughed and crushed their mouths together again. When he pulled away again, he quickly divested himself of his shirt, and pulled John’s off as well. “I love you,” he said, trailing kisses down his chest.
“Hank, come on hunny, you’ve been starring into your microscope for the last four hours. How come your eyes don’t automatically have a permanent trace around your eyes?” I asked teasingly.
“If you come to bed right now, I…
“Then you should come cuddle Dr. McCoy.” I rolled my tongue and slightly growled, trying to get Hank to come to bed.
Hank smiled and dropped his notebook. “You’ve persuaded me.” Still holding John’s hand, Hank pulled them both out of the lab, and began walking towards their bedroom.
“Hank do you want kids someday?”
“Yes,” he said opening his bedroom door. “Do you?”
“If I didn’t I don’t think I’d surround myself around these kids all day, every day.” I said. I pulled Hank in close as we walked in, closing the door with my foot, kissing him softly. “God, I love you.”
John hadn’t said it before. He hadn’t, which was fine with Hank. He could tell John cared about him and was never someone that needed much convincing in these matters. Hearing him say it though, aroused Hank, making him pull the man ever closer. The kiss became firm and he could feel himself shiver with the anticipation of sex.
“Hank, come on hunny, you’ve been starring into your microscope for the last four hours. How come your eyes don’t automatically have a permanent trace around your eyes?” I asked teasingly.
“If you come to bed right now, I…
“Then you should come cuddle Dr. McCoy.” I rolled my tongue and slightly growled, trying to get Hank to come to bed.
Hank smiled and dropped his notebook. “You’ve persuaded me.” Still holding John’s hand, Hank pulled them both out of the lab, and began walking towards their bedroom.
“Hank do you want kids someday?”
“Yes,” he said opening his bedroom door. “Do you?”
“Hank, come on hunny, you’ve been starring into your microscope for the last four hours. How come your eyes don’t automatically have a permanent trace around your eyes?” I asked teasingly.
“If you come to bed right now, I…
“Then you should come cuddle Dr. McCoy.” I rolled my tongue and slightly growled, trying to get Hank to come to bed.
Hank smiled and dropped his notebook. “You’ve persuaded me.” Still holding John’s hand, Hank pulled them both out of the lab, and began walking towards their bedroom.
“Hank, come on hunny, you’ve been starring into your microscope for the last four hours. How come your eyes don’t automatically have a permanent trace around your eyes?” I asked teasingly.
“If you come to bed right now, I promise I’ll play a cowboy.”
Hank laughed, making a note in his notebook. “A cowboy, really?” He kissed John on the cheek, and swept his hair of out his eyes. “I’m not sure if I like cowboys.”
“What if I played the monster scientist and wore only a lab coat?” I asked raising an eyebrow. I rubbed my hands together as I spoke, “.. yes.. yes.. I can create a horrid beast to do all my bidding.. and .. and I’ll name him Igor.” John began to make an attempt at an evil laugh.
Hank laughed and kissed him gently on the lips. “While I’m sure you’d look gorgeous in my lab coat, I don’t think I’d find you convincing enough.” He picked up his notebook in one hand and laced their fingers together with his other. “Anyway, I prefer you just be you.”
“Hank, come on hunny, you’ve been starring into your microscope for the last four hours. How come your eyes don’t automatically have a permanent trace around your eyes?” I asked teasingly.
“If you come to bed right now, I promise I’ll play a cowboy.”
Hank laughed, making a note in his notebook. “A cowboy, really?” He kissed John on the cheek, and swept his hair of out his eyes. “I’m not sure if I like cowboys.”
Somehow, in the short span of time from the hallway to Hank’s room (they’d flown), things became awkward. Neither of them spoke as they moved around the room, Hank removing the last remnants of his pants, which had clung peculiarly to his ankles, and John getting into bed as if this were any other night that they were hanging out and watching a movie.
Hank slipped beneath the covers, forcing away the compulsion to cover himself. He pulled John forward to kiss him softly and explore his mouth. The awkwardness clung to them as they tried to fit into each other naturally. Eventually that fell away and Hank let his hands move down John’s chest, to tug on the erection in his jeans.
Throughout the next hour things seem to speed up and slow down over and over again. Getting his clothing off seemed to take forever, but sucking on his cock and licking at his nipples went all too quickly. John’s cock was large, but fit perfectly between Hank’s lips. John fucked his mouth, and the friction, the burn of skin on skin, had him hard. He wanted more, for his mouth to look raw for days, but more than that he wanted John to fuck him.
Hank got on his hands and knees, and John moved in behind him spreading his ass cheeks and licking at the tightened ring of flesh there. He penetrated him with his tongue, teasing his hole ruthlessly. Hank jacked his cock, feeling himself already on edge as that tongue worked on him. This part was much too quick.
Hank was already trembling when John slipped into him, pulling forth desperate moans from his throat. Hank was on his hands and knees, fingers gripping tightly at the sheets as John pounded into him. At some point he ended up on his back, but he couldn’t remember how, his attention somewhere between his hand on his dick and John’s eyes. John came inside of him with a yelp, his hand clutching at Hank’s thigh. He pulled out, and Hank could hear the snap of the condom as he continued to pump his cock. Shortly John was beside him, kissing his neck and chest. He came with a whimper.
They slept naked, entangled.
