One thing needs to be made very clear: Ray Embrey was not sleeping with Hancock. Yes he would occasional find himself in the arms of the superhero, but that wasn’t the point.
Hancock wasn’t the man; he was the persona. The outfit, the attitude, the super strength and flight; those were all Hancock’s traits; but Ray wasn’t interested in that man in any way other than in a working relationship. Ray cared for the man behind all that, the man who called himself John.
When the time came that there were no major crimes in need of a hero to stop them, and Ray had some free time from saving the world through All-Heart, it was not Hancock but John who would find that erogenous little spot on Ray’s neck and rub it ever so gently in a less than subtle hint at what he wanted. It was John who would navigate their way to the bedroom (or nearest couch, or on one memorable occasion hotel room shower) and John who would settle his weight atop Ray as they engaged in the most primitive of human instincts; because despite common belief Hancock wasn’t just a mere immortal; inside the cocky, attractive, rehabilitated superhero was a man, and it was the man that Ray loved.
I like it!And I would love more in the same vein, with a bit more detail."a mere immortal" is almost an awkward phrase, but I love what it conveys. The most important part of John is his humanity.
And, the only person who can love John as an immortal doesn't want the job. A human can only give him human love, which is exactly what he needs, anyway.
Thanks for the comment, I'm going to start work on a longer fic that'll explore how the movie could've gone if the twist about Mary had been what I expected, hopefully that'll allow me to explore this angle in more depth and without any awkward phrases :D
I love you. you're so darn tender, woman, you're gonna make me cry.
Nice work and in tune with canon too. :)
are u going to write more on Hancock