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  1. Bruce Banner - The Hulk
  2. -Gathers up a Geiger counter...and other odds and ends.-
  3. [4:19:58]Anthony Stark!
  4. ......
  5. [4:20:12]Anthony Stark!
  6. -Now what would he want with those... Curious. Curious-
  7. [4:21:02]Bruce Banner - The Hulk
  8. -Slips off to the bathroom...not exactly romantic about his science-ing.-
  9. [4:25:40]Anthony Stark!
  10. -Nobody could blame him, really. No cameras in there, sadly so he couldn't monitor from the outside. Is actually completely oblivious to the goings on but follows him with his gaze to the room- Hmm..  
  11. [4:30:36]Bruce Banner - The Hulk
  12. -Well...this wasn't working. He hadn't well...since the 'accident'...it just didn't seem safe to be so reckless. Gathering up his things he acted nonchalant and made his way to the second containment unit that was still really just a glorified prototype but it seemed...safer. Unaware that Tony was skulking around he let himself in and did his best to get comfortable. With a sigh he wondered if this was really such a good idea...but with the way things had been escalating was there really a good time to find out he was a walking biohazard?-
  13. [4:52:58]Anthony Stark!
  14. -Oh, but he did have a camera there. Several, in fact but right now, he hadn't the idea of actually peering in through his tablet. He stood and made his way to the door of the lab but didn't enter. Whatever Banner was up to, whatever he was keeping from him he didn't want to let on that he was curious because that would have meant he actually gave a shit. Finally, he pulled out that tablet and pressed a few buttons, bringing up a straight shot camera from inside the unit-
  15. [5:05:25]Bruce Banner - The Hulk
  16. -Just...take it slow. He'd forgotten about Tony and his obsessive use of surveillance technology in the Tower. If he had this experiment would be over before it began. As it stood it had begun with his pants loosening as the button and zipper were undone. For the moment he was content with just slipping a hand down to work over his length with a gentle rub while he tried to think of something that wasn't too exciting. Tony's ego would have loved to know he was the first thing that popped into his mind and the soft shuddering sigh that escaped meant he failed on the not-too-exciting front. His free hand lifted to put two fingers at his neck to monitor his pulse. He just needed a sample. He didn't need to take the entire Tower down to get it either. Relaxing into it he gave another soft moan and arched his hips to meet his hand and stopped caring that all he could think about was Tony Stark.-
  17. [5:33:46]Anthony Stark!
  18. -He did have to make sure that Banner continued to be safe especially since he was quite concerned over his mental well being. That footage couldn't have helped him any and all he could think about was the guy sulking in there. And then he moved.. and then he.... Eyes widened, his breath caught in his throat... was he doing what he thought he was doing? The footage, while being in real time, was still a grainy, poor quality feed due to his more advanced cameras being destroyed. This was, as Banner thought it was, a prototype so he had fitted the cameras just to see the positions. He lifted a forearm, resting it against the door to the lab to create some sort of stability for him as he observed possibly one of the most erotic things he'd ever witnessed. He actually hadn't thought of Banner capable of performing an act like that, sort of didn't think he had it in him. He needed to see this first hand and with the light still off, the containment unit being the only shining source in the room, he made his way to stand a bit farther back. The glass was a bit foggy as he was experimenting with the tempered substance, making it harder to crack but in return, it wasn't exactly visible through. He could see the movement, helped by the tablet he still held in his hand but it wasn't enough to stave off his morbid fascination with Banner effectively fucking himself. No. First hand sight was going to be the only thing that satiated him. If he were any other man, he would have had the gall to stop right there, retreat and left the man to his dignity. But he wasn't. He was Stark and hardly did anything that would benefit others for the sake of his own gaining knowledge. Fingers twisted the release to the hatch and slipped inside. Whether Banner would notice, he was hoping not to because the sealing himself inside would have made things rather awkward.
  19. [5:36:42]Anthony Stark!
  20. -*
  21. [5:48:12]Bruce Banner - The Hulk
  22. It was either this or sit alone to think about how close he had come to almost killing Tony. The fact that he had influenced Hulk was a small encouragement and success but it was vastly overshadowed by the intent to kill that had to be overcome in the first place. No this was much better than pointless brooding. His brow furrowed, the fingers at his neck traced a steady increase in his pulse. Perhaps he should back off. When his hand slowed down he almost whined and settled on a compromise of slow but more forceful motions. Sitting against the containment wall wasn't that comfortable and so he slid down to lay along the floor. His eyes closed tightly he didn't see Tony enter the room. Now his pants were just in the way. Hips shimmied and writhed until the fabric rested halfway down his thighs leaving him exposed. It was almost pure torture to work himself up into a good rhythm then be forced to back off when his pulse began pounding too insistently. It almost seemed like something Stark would do just to mess with him. "Tony~" he breathed out the name that was on his mind without even being fully aware of it. He certainly had some frustrations to work out.
  23. [6:02:13]Anthony Stark!
  24. Those things Stark had easily gotten over. He could hardly hold a grudge over something Banner couldn't help. Every single time, the thoughts of 'he can't help it' rang through his mind and gave him a forgiving intent quicker than any blame could pass through his head. His arm fell at his side uselessly, the tablet kept in the loosest grip without actually dropping the machine as eyes glued on the sight before him and very glad that those eyes were blind to his appearance. His face, his expressions.. he drank all of those in and parted his lips to release a hot exhale that he had forgotten to release. Silently, though as to not alert the two beings that occupied the room in a single entity. It only got better from there with the man's exposure. How many times had he ground up on that, dryfucked him over his clothes and felt the stiffness against him and then how many times had he actually it? This would have been the first, right? Then came the finale that nailed him right in the chest. His name. HIS name. That was what he said, right? Did they know another Tony? He didn't think so. It was the thing that had him kneeling beside Bruce without remember ever having moved from his spot by the door and the thing that had him looking slack-jawed and stupid. Without thinking, even processing his actions beyond that giddy feeling he was experiencing with the echoes of Banner groaning his name out, he pressed a hand against his inner thigh, just above the fabric of his pants and then trailed it upwards, taking a hold of what Bruce had abandoned. Fingers wrapped around the shaft, thumb pressing against the vein running underneath. Shit. If this turned out badly, he was in for a world of hurt.
  25. [6:17:30]Bruce Banner - The Hulk
  26. Tony had indeed taken a very large gamble by startling him. When a hand that wasn't his own reached out to run along his thigh and then grip him where he was the most sensitive his eyes flew open. "Tony!" Immediately he tried to squirm into a more decent posture but the jeans hugging his thighs impaired his motion severely. He settled for a half curl on his side facing the interloper. His body certainly had no qualms with the man joining in but his mind reminded him that there was a danger involved that he should be thinking about. Of course another part of his mind, the part that had been thinking about Stark, sent his hips pushing against Tony's hand. One of his own reached out to grasp Stark by the shirt, his fingers curling into the fabric as if to find some stability and support. "T-Tony...this could be...aaaaahhhnn~!" He could barely form a coherent thought with that firm hand still wrapped around him. "Dangerous...what if...I'm toxic?" That was the entire point of this exploration and the entire point of doing it alone. Yet he couldn't seem to find the willpower to push Tony away.
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