Title: Lynx
Author: Lady Bethia
Series: Lynx
E-Mail: lady_bethia@yahoo.com
Home Page: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ladybethia_stories/
Pairings: Hank/Bobby
Rating: R
Warnings: Sexual content. NC17 original version is on my web site or you
can e-mail me for it.
Disclaimers: The X-Men are not mine. I am making no profit from this
story. Sharon Oaks, Lynx, Megan and the dead children are mine. The song
is "Lean On Me" by Bill Withers.
Summary: Hank is working on the autopsies of the bodies taken from
Sinister's lab. He becomes very distraught and Bobby helps him.
Chapter 8
Three days into the horrible task of doing the autopsies on the remains of the seven dead children and three adults, Hank finally stopped, sat down and cried. The grief was simply too much for him.
All the research that the X-Men acquired from Sinister's lab proved that not only was he creating illegal clones to experiment on, but he was also making new embryos and growing them to early childhood to use as well. He had stolen DNA samples from hundreds of mutants from around the world, not just blood and tissue but sperm and eggs as well. Remy had even found an e-mail that had not been deleted from Sinister's computer system that stated that there were flesh farms in Canada and the US that Sinister was growing children at. It also appeared that the body of Sinister that they found was a clone too.
Two of the children, Hank found had a parent that he knew. The other five were genetically unknown to the weary blue furred scientist. The boy who was the oldest of the children turned out to be Alex Summers' son. And one of little girls was Ororo's daughter.
"God, I cannot tell Ororo that Sinister created and tortured a daughter of hers." He lowered his great feline head into his hands. "It would kill her." Hank whimpered through his tears.
The door to the main lab opened up. Hank nearly fell off of his chair in a startled panic. Seeing that it was Bobby, he tried to stop his crying but that only made it worse.
Bobby saw his best friend jump, turn to face him and then turn away. Bobby had seen Hank cry before but never like this. He ran over to his big blue best friend and fell to his knees beside him. Taking Hank's hand in his he asked, "Hank what's wrong? Why are you crying? What happened?" He asked in fear. When Hank refused to answer him he tried to get Hank to look at him by lifting his chin with his free hand. Hank had almost a death grip on the one that he was holding.
Hank pulled away letting go of Bobby's hand and buried his face in both of his paws and continued to cry. Bobby sat up on his knees and wrapped his arm around is friend. "It will be alright big guy. What ever it is we will get through it together. We always do. Please talk to me, don't shut me out. What is wrong?" Bobby pleaded with him.
"Sinister.has.to.be.stopped.at.all.costs." stuttered Hank through his labored breathing. "He is creating.children and torturing them.at labs he is .calling flesh farms. He has them located in Canada and the United States. Rowan and Megan are not the only ones. God, I just can't take any more of this. It was bad enough when he created Maddie but this." Hank reached around Bobby and pulled him into a hug as he slipped to the floor crying again.
Cupping Hanks face in both of his hands, Bobby looked at his best friend. "None of this is your fault Hank. We will find and stop these horrible experiments. We will kill Sinister. But not right now. Come with me please. You have hardly been out of this lab since we brought the girls home." Bobby begged.
"But you don't understand my friend. One of the boys was Alex's son and one of the girls was Ororo's daughter." Hank stated.
Bobby stared at Hank in horror and said, "You can't tell anyone anything right now big guy. You're a mess. Please get up and come with me." Trying to smile through his own tears, Bobby wrinkled his nose and asked, "Hank you know I'm your best friend right? And I normally wouldn't ask this but when was the last time you took a bath? You smell like my old neighbor's tom cat when he would come back after a week of running around."
Hank stared at Bobby with shock written all over his feline features.
"Hank you OK?" Bobby said becoming even more worried than before.
"I think that is the most insulting thing you have ever in you life said to me Robert. I believe I shall retaliate by making you groom me till I no longer smell like an old dirty tom cat," stated Hank with an angry growl.
"Uh, oh!" Bobby whispered as he sought an escape route.
Hank grabbed Bobby by the scruff of the neck, threw him over his shoulder and proceeded to carry Bobby to his room.
Depositing Bobby on his feet again, "So, I smell like an old tom cat that has been out for a week with the queens and other toms hum. For that, you get the privilege of helping me take a shower. Strip and grab us several towels Robert." Hank ordered a startled Bobby.
"But Hank," Bobby began to argue.
"Robert I am in no mood for your stalling, dithering or teasing. I need a bath as you have so subtly informed me. So help me gather all the things we will need to do the job at hand or claw as the case maybe. As soon as we are done with this odious and nauseating task the better we will both feel." He stated as he looked at his huge clawed paws with great disgust.
"Hank I will help you but please tell me why you just looked at your hands like they were the most disgusting thing you ever saw?" Bobby asked as he took one of Hank's hands in his own. He was becoming more and more concerned for his friend by the minute.
"I am not pleased with this latest devolution that I have been subjected too. And especially now that you stated that I smell like a dirty old tom cat." Hank stomped into the bathroom and ripped off his t- shirt and pants.
"Hank old buddy, I was just kidding. Yes, you smell like a cat now, but I like cats. In fact, until now you smelled just like 'sleepy warm cat fur' which is a really nice smell." Bobby said gently as he walked over to Hank.
"Answer me this one question please Hank. Is the reason you've been neglecting yourself because you've been too busy with the girls and the stuff we brought home or is it because you hate your body now?" Bobby lowered his voice to a gentle whisper.
Hank collapsed down on the floor covered his face and started crying again.
"Old buddy," Bobby said as he crouched down beside Hank, "I think you look great as a big blue lion. I don't see why you would hate yourself. You've been furry for most of the time I have known you. What is wrong now?"
"NO! It is not the same. I no longer have proper hands and no fine motor dexterity with these monstrous paws. My senses are so enhanced now that perfume and other scents I enjoyed at one time only irritate me now. People smell wrong to me as well. I no longer find the smell of beautiful women exciting. I am more of an animal now than a man. No one will ever want me like this, and certainly would never trust me to be safe enough to have a physical relationship with," Hank stated bitterly. "If I was not accepted when I simply appeared as a big blue primate no one will accept me now that I look like a dangerous animal. I have always harbored a hopeless fantasy that one day I would have a family, maybe even have or adopt children; but now that is all gone forever."
Bobby was absolutely shocked at Hank's self loathing. "You are beautiful to me Hank. And I trust you with my life. I also love you and always will." Bobby confessed as he gently touched Hank's face with his hand.
Bobby backed up, removed his clothes and then moved back close to Hank taking his hand. He pulled him back to his feet and led him further into the bathroom. Hank sat down on the commode while Bobby started the water in the tub. Bobby then went over to the shower, "Come on big guy, let's get you rinsed and scrubbed and then we can crawl into the tub for a soak," Bobby gently ordered. "I knew you were upset Hank. I just wish you had talked to me sooner about this."
Bobby turned on the shower and made sure it was warm. He then moved under it and closed his eyes and ran his hands over his own body to make sure that he was all wet. He purposely made his movement sensual bordering on sexual. 'I have always wanted you Hank and if I have to seduce you now to make you see that you are beautiful it would be worth you being disgusted and mad at me later.' Bobby planned in his head. 'God I wish I had Remy's empathy right now it would make things so much easier.'
Hank gaped at Bobby while he sensually rubbed his hands over his lean muscular body. All of a sudden, Hank smelled what he had craved and needed for so long. He looked around confused. Using his animal senses instead of repressing them, he finally realized that it was Bobby he desired. He watched Bobby's display with growing arousal and fear. "No! Bobby leave now before I hurt you! I. " Hank shouted in distressed as his body moved toward Bobby of its own accord.
Bobby knew that Hank was afraid of himself. Hank wanted him, his growing arousal apparent. "No, Hank you don't have to be afraid. I have wanted you for a long time. Please let me touch you. Let me give you a bath. You are beautiful and desirable and I know you won't hurt me, I trust you." Bobby declared as he tried to calm his fears.
"Bobby.I." Hank started.
Bobby moved closer to Hank and placed his hand on his friend's hip. Then he walked around behind him trailing his hand from the front of his hip to Hank's lower back. Hank turned to follow Bobby. Bobby moved closer to Hank again and forced him to back up into the shower. Hank sputter under the shower temporarily distracted. While Hank was trying to get the water out of his eyes, Bobby began to help rinse Hank by rubbing his fingers through Hank's luxurious chest fur.
Frightened, Hank moved forward and pushed Bobby back. "Bobby you don't have too." He entreated.
Bobby reached up and placed his finger on Hank's lips. "Hank shut up and look at me, smell me what is my body telling you?" He placed his hand on Hank's crotch. "And what is your body telling you about me?" He asked as he began to fondle Hank's growing erection. "I am doing this because I want you and not just to make you feel better. And I will want you tomorrow and the next day too." He promised.
Hank growled low and sensually at Bobby. Slowly he placed his right hand on Bobby's face and pulled him into a passionate kiss. "I have wanted you since we were teenagers." Hank admitted as deep desire over took him.
Bobby wrapped his arms around his soul mate's enormous torso and submitted willing to his passionate kiss.
After a few minutes, Bobby pulled back and said, "Hank tub now please. I will show you how desirable you really are and damn anyone who can't see you for the wonderful man you are and always have been. Please my love." He pushed Hank toward the steaming tub as he turned off the shower.
"I cannot possibly touch you the way I want to. I would tear you asunder." He admitted in humiliation.
"Do you want to be in me Hank?" Bobby shook with blatant wanton desire, his muscles flexing with his need to do something anything to be caressed by Hank.
"Don't do this to me please." He begged.
"I want you in me. Please trust yourself Hank, I do. Bobby appealed.
"Bobby I have never had a relationship with a man before and this body is so different. It is more animal and I have less control over myself." He confessed as he stared at Bobby in distress.
Smiling Bobby took his paw in his hand and said, "Then let me be in charge. I have done this before." Bobby said as he climbed into the tub.
Hank shook but submitted as he climbed into the after Bobby who reached over to turn on the radio and turn off the water.
Sometimes in our lives, we all have pain, we all have sorrow. But if we are wise, we know that there's always tomorrow. Lean on me, when you're not strong and I'll be your friend. I'll help you carry on, for it won't be long 'til I'm gonna need Somebody to lean on.
Please swallow your pride, if I have things you need to borrow. For no one can fill those needs that you won't let show.
"Boy I couldn't of planned a better song for you to hear right now Big Blue even if I had planned it." Bobby stated with conviction.
Hank just smiled and listened to the song as Bobby began to wash his shoulders and neck. Hank's fur was silky, soft and thicker than it use to be. As he deeply massaged his fingers through the lush blue fur, Bobby pressed his body against his lovers back and rubbed himself against the fur in pure delight; while he remembered with pleasure the other times when they would wrestle half dressed before bed time. He had many a wet dream about doing just what he was doing now.
You just call on me brother when you need a hand. We all need somebody to lean on. I just might have a problem that you'll understand. We all need somebody to lean on.
Lean on me when you're not strong, and I'll be your friend. I'll help you carry on, for it won't be long 'til I'm gonna need Somebody to lean on.
Bobby finished his back and started on his head. Moving around to the front, Bobby gently washed his face. "Hank keep your eyes closed and dunk please." Hank complied and rinsed his hair and face.
Hank slid down into the tub to rinse. When Hank surfaced, Bobby had a towel ready to wipe his face and eyes clear of the water. Hank could see again he reached out and pulled Bobby to him for a long deep kiss.
You just call on me brother if you need a friend. We all need somebody to lean on. I just might have a problem that you'll understand. We all need somebody to lean on.
If there is a load you have to bear that you can't carry. I'm right up the road; I'll share your load if you just call me.
Lean on me when you're not strong, and I'll be your friend. I'll help you carry on, for it won't take long 'till I'm gonna need Somebody to lean on.
"I think we should finish your bath and then go to bed early what do you think Blue?" stated Bobby in a passion filled voice.
"I think my dear love that that is the second best suggestion you have articulated all day." Hank said as he kissed him again.
Chapter 8
Three days into the horrible task of doing the autopsies on the remains of the seven dead children and three adults, Hank finally stopped, sat down and cried. The grief was simply too much for him.
All the research that the X-Men acquired from Sinister's lab proved that not only was he creating illegal clones to experiment on, but he was also making new embryos and growing them to early childhood to use as well. He had stolen DNA samples from hundreds of mutants from around the world, not just blood and tissue but sperm and eggs as well. Remy had even found an e-mail that had not been deleted from Sinister's computer system that stated that there were flesh farms in Canada and the US that Sinister was growing children at. It also appeared that the body of Sinister that they found was a clone too.
Two of the children, Hank found had a parent that he knew. The other five were genetically unknown to the weary blue furred scientist. The boy who was the oldest of the children turned out to be Alex Summers' son. And one of little girls was Ororo's daughter.
"God, I cannot tell Ororo that Sinister created and tortured a daughter of hers." He lowered his great feline head into his hands. "It would kill her." Hank whimpered through his tears.
The door to the main lab opened up. Hank nearly fell off of his chair in a startled panic. Seeing that it was Bobby, he tried to stop his crying but that only made it worse.
Bobby saw his best friend jump, turn to face him and then turn away. Bobby had seen Hank cry before but never like this. He ran over to his big blue best friend and fell to his knees beside him. Taking Hank's hand in his he asked, "Hank what's wrong? Why are you crying? What happened?" He asked in fear. When Hank refused to answer him he tried to get Hank to look at him by lifting his chin with his free hand. Hank had almost a death grip on the one that he was holding.
Hank pulled away letting go of Bobby's hand and buried his face in both of his paws and continued to cry. Bobby sat up on his knees and wrapped his arm around is friend. "It will be alright big guy. What ever it is we will get through it together. We always do. Please talk to me, don't shut me out. What is wrong?" Bobby pleaded with him.
"Sinister.has.to.be.stopped.at.all.costs." stuttered Hank through his labored breathing. "He is creating.children and torturing them.at labs he is .calling flesh farms. He has them located in Canada and the United States. Rowan and Megan are not the only ones. God, I just can't take any more of this. It was bad enough when he created Maddie but this." Hank reached around Bobby and pulled him into a hug as he slipped to the floor crying again.
Cupping Hanks face in both of his hands, Bobby looked at his best friend. "None of this is your fault Hank. We will find and stop these horrible experiments. We will kill Sinister. But not right now. Come with me please. You have hardly been out of this lab since we brought the girls home." Bobby begged.
"But you don't understand my friend. One of the boys was Alex's son and one of the girls was Ororo's daughter." Hank stated.
Bobby stared at Hank in horror and said, "You can't tell anyone anything right now big guy. You're a mess. Please get up and come with me." Trying to smile through his own tears, Bobby wrinkled his nose and asked, "Hank you know I'm your best friend right? And I normally wouldn't ask this but when was the last time you took a bath? You smell like my old neighbor's tom cat when he would come back after a week of running around."
Hank stared at Bobby with shock written all over his feline features.
"Hank you OK?" Bobby said becoming even more worried than before.
"I think that is the most insulting thing you have ever in you life said to me Robert. I believe I shall retaliate by making you groom me till I no longer smell like an old dirty tom cat," stated Hank with an angry growl.
"Uh, oh!" Bobby whispered as he sought an escape route.
Hank grabbed Bobby by the scruff of the neck, threw him over his shoulder and proceeded to carry Bobby to his room.
Depositing Bobby on his feet again, "So, I smell like an old tom cat that has been out for a week with the queens and other toms hum. For that, you get the privilege of helping me take a shower. Strip and grab us several towels Robert." Hank ordered a startled Bobby.
"But Hank," Bobby began to argue.
"Robert I am in no mood for your stalling, dithering or teasing. I need a bath as you have so subtly informed me. So help me gather all the things we will need to do the job at hand or claw as the case maybe. As soon as we are done with this odious and nauseating task the better we will both feel." He stated as he looked at his huge clawed paws with great disgust.
"Hank I will help you but please tell me why you just looked at your hands like they were the most disgusting thing you ever saw?" Bobby asked as he took one of Hank's hands in his own. He was becoming more and more concerned for his friend by the minute.
"I am not pleased with this latest devolution that I have been subjected too. And especially now that you stated that I smell like a dirty old tom cat." Hank stomped into the bathroom and ripped off his t- shirt and pants.
"Hank old buddy, I was just kidding. Yes, you smell like a cat now, but I like cats. In fact, until now you smelled just like 'sleepy warm cat fur' which is a really nice smell." Bobby said gently as he walked over to Hank.
"Answer me this one question please Hank. Is the reason you've been neglecting yourself because you've been too busy with the girls and the stuff we brought home or is it because you hate your body now?" Bobby lowered his voice to a gentle whisper.
Hank collapsed down on the floor covered his face and started crying again.
"Old buddy," Bobby said as he crouched down beside Hank, "I think you look great as a big blue lion. I don't see why you would hate yourself. You've been furry for most of the time I have known you. What is wrong now?"
"NO! It is not the same. I no longer have proper hands and no fine motor dexterity with these monstrous paws. My senses are so enhanced now that perfume and other scents I enjoyed at one time only irritate me now. People smell wrong to me as well. I no longer find the smell of beautiful women exciting. I am more of an animal now than a man. No one will ever want me like this, and certainly would never trust me to be safe enough to have a physical relationship with," Hank stated bitterly. "If I was not accepted when I simply appeared as a big blue primate no one will accept me now that I look like a dangerous animal. I have always harbored a hopeless fantasy that one day I would have a family, maybe even have or adopt children; but now that is all gone forever."
Bobby was absolutely shocked at Hank's self loathing. "You are beautiful to me Hank. And I trust you with my life. I also love you and always will." Bobby confessed as he gently touched Hank's face with his hand.
Bobby backed up, removed his clothes and then moved back close to Hank taking his hand. He pulled him back to his feet and led him further into the bathroom. Hank sat down on the commode while Bobby started the water in the tub. Bobby then went over to the shower, "Come on big guy, let's get you rinsed and scrubbed and then we can crawl into the tub for a soak," Bobby gently ordered. "I knew you were upset Hank. I just wish you had talked to me sooner about this."
Bobby turned on the shower and made sure it was warm. He then moved under it and closed his eyes and ran his hands over his own body to make sure that he was all wet. He purposely made his movement sensual bordering on sexual. 'I have always wanted you Hank and if I have to seduce you now to make you see that you are beautiful it would be worth you being disgusted and mad at me later.' Bobby planned in his head. 'God I wish I had Remy's empathy right now it would make things so much easier.'
Hank gaped at Bobby while he sensually rubbed his hands over his lean muscular body. All of a sudden, Hank smelled what he had craved and needed for so long. He looked around confused. Using his animal senses instead of repressing them, he finally realized that it was Bobby he desired. He watched Bobby's display with growing arousal and fear. "No! Bobby leave now before I hurt you! I. " Hank shouted in distressed as his body moved toward Bobby of its own accord.
Bobby knew that Hank was afraid of himself. Hank wanted him, his growing arousal apparent. "No, Hank you don't have to be afraid. I have wanted you for a long time. Please let me touch you. Let me give you a bath. You are beautiful and desirable and I know you won't hurt me, I trust you." Bobby declared as he tried to calm his fears.
"Bobby.I." Hank started.
Bobby moved closer to Hank and placed his hand on his friend's hip. Then he walked around behind him trailing his hand from the front of his hip to Hank's lower back. Hank turned to follow Bobby. Bobby moved closer to Hank again and forced him to back up into the shower. Hank sputter under the shower temporarily distracted. While Hank was trying to get the water out of his eyes, Bobby began to help rinse Hank by rubbing his fingers through Hank's luxurious chest fur.
Frightened, Hank moved forward and pushed Bobby back. "Bobby you don't have too." He entreated.
Bobby reached up and placed his finger on Hank's lips. "Hank shut up and look at me, smell me what is my body telling you?" He placed his hand on Hank's crotch. "And what is your body telling you about me?" He asked as he began to fondle Hank's growing erection. "I am doing this because I want you and not just to make you feel better. And I will want you tomorrow and the next day too." He promised.
Hank growled low and sensually at Bobby. Slowly he placed his right hand on Bobby's face and pulled him into a passionate kiss. "I have wanted you since we were teenagers." Hank admitted as deep desire over took him.
Bobby wrapped his arms around his soul mate's enormous torso and submitted willing to his passionate kiss.
After a few minutes, Bobby pulled back and said, "Hank tub now please. I will show you how desirable you really are and damn anyone who can't see you for the wonderful man you are and always have been. Please my love." He pushed Hank toward the steaming tub as he turned off the shower.
"I cannot possibly touch you the way I want to. I would tear you asunder." He admitted in humiliation.
"Do you want to be in me Hank?" Bobby shook with blatant wanton desire, his muscles flexing with his need to do something anything to be caressed by Hank.
"Don't do this to me please." He begged.
"I want you in me. Please trust yourself Hank, I do. Bobby appealed.
"Bobby I have never had a relationship with a man before and this body is so different. It is more animal and I have less control over myself." He confessed as he stared at Bobby in distress.
Smiling Bobby took his paw in his hand and said, "Then let me be in charge. I have done this before." Bobby said as he climbed into the tub.
Hank shook but submitted as he climbed into the after Bobby who reached over to turn on the radio and turn off the water.
Sometimes in our lives, we all have pain, we all have sorrow. But if we are wise, we know that there's always tomorrow. Lean on me, when you're not strong and I'll be your friend. I'll help you carry on, for it won't be long 'til I'm gonna need Somebody to lean on.
Please swallow your pride, if I have things you need to borrow. For no one can fill those needs that you won't let show.
"Boy I couldn't of planned a better song for you to hear right now Big Blue even if I had planned it." Bobby stated with conviction.
Hank just smiled and listened to the song as Bobby began to wash his shoulders and neck. Hank's fur was silky, soft and thicker than it use to be. As he deeply massaged his fingers through the lush blue fur, Bobby pressed his body against his lovers back and rubbed himself against the fur in pure delight; while he remembered with pleasure the other times when they would wrestle half dressed before bed time. He had many a wet dream about doing just what he was doing now.
You just call on me brother when you need a hand. We all need somebody to lean on. I just might have a problem that you'll understand. We all need somebody to lean on.
Lean on me when you're not strong, and I'll be your friend. I'll help you carry on, for it won't be long 'til I'm gonna need Somebody to lean on.
Bobby finished his back and started on his head. Moving around to the front, Bobby gently washed his face. "Hank keep your eyes closed and dunk please." Hank complied and rinsed his hair and face.
Hank slid down into the tub to rinse. When Hank surfaced, Bobby had a towel ready to wipe his face and eyes clear of the water. Hank could see again he reached out and pulled Bobby to him for a long deep kiss.
You just call on me brother if you need a friend. We all need somebody to lean on. I just might have a problem that you'll understand. We all need somebody to lean on.
If there is a load you have to bear that you can't carry. I'm right up the road; I'll share your load if you just call me.
Lean on me when you're not strong, and I'll be your friend. I'll help you carry on, for it won't take long 'till I'm gonna need Somebody to lean on.
"I think we should finish your bath and then go to bed early what do you think Blue?" stated Bobby in a passion filled voice.
"I think my dear love that that is the second best suggestion you have articulated all day." Hank said as he kissed him again.