[Daken fighting back only encouraged Bullseye to force himself more roughly against the mutant.
Shit, shit, shit, he thought when he felt the claws. If only Daken would just take it like the bitch he was--
For a moment, he clearly saw what was happening. Him, kissing Daken, his cock hard in those stupid leggings, thinking about fucking the mutant. What the fuck was going on? His blood boiled at the thought, his stomach churned with nausea; what was happening fully horrified him.
In that moment of clarity, he broke the kiss and jabbed the fist with the arrows toward Daken's stomach.]
[The dark haired mutant had gotten a little arrogant in thinking he had Lester completely wrapped up in his lust because he wasn't expecting the human to suddenly move and stab him in the stomach suddenly. He tried to block but it was just a day late and a dollar short. Pain licked up his torso as the arrow points cut through skin and clothing alike.]
Hngh.[A quiet grunt of pain escaped the mutant and with a snarl, he moved to impale the shoulder holding those damned broken off arrows with the two primary claws unsheathed.] I should think that's obvious, Lester.
[He hissed through gritted teeth when the claws tore through muscle, rage pumping through his veins. The hand around Daken's throat tightened as Bullseye shouted, spit flying from his mouth.]
[The adamantium wrapped around Bullseye's spine could only protect him so much and Daken knew just where to hit the human in the meaty part of the shoulder where he could slip his claws between the top portion of Lester's rib cage and the ligaments of connecting to his shoulder bones.]
Let go or I'll sever...every ligament in your hands.... [He choked out between the pressure of Lester's hand wrapped around his throat.] You'll never be able to throw again.
[Daken judiciously started to channel more 'calmness' into the pheromone cocktail he was putting out into the air.]
[Bullseye caught sight of the claws at the last moment, but there was nothing stopping the force of his punch. The claws sliced through the issue of his fingers and he finally dropped the arrowhead, yanking his hand backward abruptly.]
KILL YOU! FUCK!
[His uninjured hand went for the hair at Daken's forehead. Bullseye glared down at the mutant, murder and lust in his eyes.
Then, without warning, he pressed his body down and mashed his lips against Daken's.]
[That earned him another nasty smile from the mutant as the smell of blood, madness and lust choked his senses. Daken generally wasn't one to get wrapped up in the moment but he found himself warming to this fucked up, violent coupling he had going on with Bullseye. The mutant's cock finally hardened completely inside his own costume.]
Yes, yes, Lester, heard all this before. [Bullseye was met with a glare from the older man when he grabbed once more for Daken's crazy hairstyle. He probably should have been expecting the violent kiss but Lester actually took him by surprise somewhat and the mutant froze for a split second before kissing the psychopath back.]
[Bullseye could feel Daken's hardness against his hip as he pressed his own to Daken's muscular body, but he hardly gave it a second thought, so concentrated on kissing the mutant. Nothing about the way Bullseye kissed was gentle--it was all teeth and forcing his tongue wherever he pleased. Even his body language was aggressive in the way he pressed down against Daken: one knee moved between Daken's legs, his uninjured hand still in the older man's hair.]
[There wasn't an ounce of gentleness in Bullseye and truth be told, Daken preferred it that way. There was no artifice in the way the man kissed him brutally and with total honestly. The assassin hated the mutant, detested him for what he was and what he made him feel and in a life filled with lies and without a shred of honestly, that was refreshing in its own way. Daken arched into the touch of the taller man's body pressing down into his and the way their cocks rubbed awkwardly against one another as the other settled himself between his legs.]
[At the movement around his cock, Bullseye let out a dry "heh", and moved his hands to Daken's hips, the sliced fingers squeezing much less tightly as they continued to drip blood. Using Daken to steady himself, Bullseye slid backwards until the tip of prick had almost exited Daken.]
Finally, some goddamn peace and quiet.
[His lips curling into a smirk, he slammed back into Daken, quiet harsh little laughs coming from his throat.]
I'm still waiting to be impressed, Lester. [Like he was going to let such a challenge go unanswered? Daken slanted a coldly amused look over his shoulder as though asking the man what was taking so long.]
[And then the other man slammed back into him and brought his hips against the mutant's in an audible snap. The dark haired man grunted quietly and angled his hips a little bit differently so Bulleye's next stroke might hopefully bring his cock brushing against his prostate.]
[He snarled through clenched teeth. He rapidly increased his pace, physically pulling Daken by the hips back against him to penetrate deeply, his fingers digging into the mutant's skin hard enough to bruise as he did.]
Shock of shocks, it's a wonder Karla had any interest in screwing you more than once. Or was one time enough for her, do you suck this much with the ladies as you do with men? [The mutant managed the emasculating taunting in between grunts as Lester fucked him hard.]
[Daken's fingers flexed against the ground however, betraying that he was in fact getting off on this violent fucking.]
[Bullseye sneered, still semi-hard. The two orgasms had sated his lust somewhat, but the pheromones were still in his system for the time being. As his foot swung out, he considered pinning Daken once more and slicing him up as he fucked him again, but the claws broke his reverie.
He hated those claws. Though they proved an interesting challenge, he just couldn't compete in close combat with them. They slashed through his boot to the skin and he pulled back with a huff, turning on his heel to put distance between the two of them, whereupon he flung an arrow at the wound in Daken's neck.]
Only if I get to fuck you this time, sweetheart. [Daken climbed to his feet, falling into a more predatory stance as both sets of twin claws extended outwards from his hands.]
Bring it on then, Lester. [Now that the pain was lessened, he started to pump the pheromones again to bring Lester back under some semblance of calmness. He sliced at the arrow as Bullseye tossed it and it landed on his forearm rather than in his throat. The minor pain just irritated the feral mutant more and he ripped it out of his hand and tossed it behind him rather than at Lester and provide him with yet another projectile to use against him.] You're pissing me off, Lester.
[Bullseye snorted from across the room and grabbed the last three arrows from his quiver, sending them in three separate locations: one for Daken's throat, one for his groin, and one that appeared to miss. The last one he angled to glance off a wall and hit Daken in the lower back while he was distracted by the first two
Despite the sudden lack of arrows, Bullseye's irritation and rage seemed to abate.]
It's only fair, Lester. [The mutant taunted and pounced for the assassin the moment he saw Bullseye reach for the arrows since he knew better than to allow himself to be a stationary target for Bullseye's projectiles. Being in motion, he wasn't able to deflect them as much as he might have hoped and the two landed in his right thigh and in Daken's left shoulder while the third one just barely grazed the mutant thanks to the distance he'd put between the wall and himself.]
[When Daken found his prostate, Bullseye's muscles suddenly unclenched. The insult on his tongue died as his mouth dropped open and his eyes rolled back in his head. The combined pleasure of the mouth sucking hard on his even harder cock and the finger massaging his prostate left him breathless. He'd never before been so hard as he was at that moment. Finding he'd been holding his breath, he exhaled raggedly, a long groan emanating from his throat as the tenseness left his body, opening him completely to Daken's ministrations.]
[Feeling Lester suddenly relax when coupled with the sounds the assassin was making was gratifying on some primal level. Knowing the man's homophobic predilections, he knew Bullseye would be gunning for him even more once this was over and his sensibilities had returned so Daken intended on enjoying every part of this until then. Drawing back until he had just the tip of the man's length in his mouth, the mutant flicked his tongue along the slit, seeking out the taste of pre-cum. He slowly started to move his finger within Lester now, being ever so careful to keep up near constant stimulation of the man's prostate so he'd come to realize there was a lot of pleasure to be found in such an intimate activity.]
[Bullseye would certainly make the mutant his number one target once he'd come to his senses; the shame and self-hate would be nigh impossible to bear. But at the moment, those worries were the farthest from his mind. The more Daken pleasured his prostate, the more Bullseye's cock leaked pre-cum and the louder his moans became. His face contorted with expressions of lust; his eyebrows knitted together and he bit down on his lower lip once again. Despite his submissive position, he rocked his hips, first downward to take Daken's finger deeper into him, then upward to encourage Daken to continue sucking him off.]
C'mon, more!
[He panted, his tone full of need. The possibility of what Daken intended and how his urging could be misconstrued as an invitation hardly crossed his mind.]
[He withdrew the finger briefly from the other's body long enough to re-coat it and another finger with more lubricant before sliding first the one and then the second finger home inside of the assassin. Unlike the rough and thoughtless preparations Bullseye had done to his own body not so long ago, Daken was being surprisingly gentle and patient with the other man as he prepared him to take more first his fingers and then his cock which was the mutant's ultimate goal. He moaned around the human's cock encouragingly.]
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Shit, shit, shit, he thought when he felt the claws. If only Daken would just take it like the bitch he was--
For a moment, he clearly saw what was happening. Him, kissing Daken, his cock hard in those stupid leggings, thinking about fucking the mutant. What the fuck was going on? His blood boiled at the thought, his stomach churned with nausea; what was happening fully horrified him.
In that moment of clarity, he broke the kiss and jabbed the fist with the arrows toward Daken's stomach.]
The fuck are you doing, you faggot freak?!
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Hngh.[A quiet grunt of pain escaped the mutant and with a snarl, he moved to impale the shoulder holding those damned broken off arrows with the two primary claws unsheathed.] I should think that's obvious, Lester.
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[He hissed through gritted teeth when the claws tore through muscle, rage pumping through his veins. The hand around Daken's throat tightened as Bullseye shouted, spit flying from his mouth.]
I'M GONNA KILL YOU, DAKEN!
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Let go or I'll sever...every ligament in your hands.... [He choked out between the pressure of Lester's hand wrapped around his throat.] You'll never be able to throw again.
[Daken judiciously started to channel more 'calmness' into the pheromone cocktail he was putting out into the air.]
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KILL YOU! FUCK!
[His uninjured hand went for the hair at Daken's forehead. Bullseye glared down at the mutant, murder and lust in his eyes.
Then, without warning, he pressed his body down and mashed his lips against Daken's.]
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Yes, yes, Lester, heard all this before. [Bullseye was met with a glare from the older man when he grabbed once more for Daken's crazy hairstyle. He probably should have been expecting the violent kiss but Lester actually took him by surprise somewhat and the mutant froze for a split second before kissing the psychopath back.]
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Finally, some goddamn peace and quiet.
[His lips curling into a smirk, he slammed back into Daken, quiet harsh little laughs coming from his throat.]
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[And then the other man slammed back into him and brought his hips against the mutant's in an audible snap. The dark haired man grunted quietly and angled his hips a little bit differently so Bulleye's next stroke might hopefully bring his cock brushing against his prostate.]
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[He snarled through clenched teeth. He rapidly increased his pace, physically pulling Daken by the hips back against him to penetrate deeply, his fingers digging into the mutant's skin hard enough to bruise as he did.]
Just tryin' to get off.
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[Daken's fingers flexed against the ground however, betraying that he was in fact getting off on this violent fucking.]
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[Bullseye sneered, still semi-hard. The two orgasms had sated his lust somewhat, but the pheromones were still in his system for the time being. As his foot swung out, he considered pinning Daken once more and slicing him up as he fucked him again, but the claws broke his reverie.
He hated those claws. Though they proved an interesting challenge, he just couldn't compete in close combat with them. They slashed through his boot to the skin and he pulled back with a huff, turning on his heel to put distance between the two of them, whereupon he flung an arrow at the wound in Daken's neck.]
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Bring it on then, Lester. [Now that the pain was lessened, he started to pump the pheromones again to bring Lester back under some semblance of calmness. He sliced at the arrow as Bullseye tossed it and it landed on his forearm rather than in his throat. The minor pain just irritated the feral mutant more and he ripped it out of his hand and tossed it behind him rather than at Lester and provide him with yet another projectile to use against him.] You're pissing me off, Lester.
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[Bullseye snorted from across the room and grabbed the last three arrows from his quiver, sending them in three separate locations: one for Daken's throat, one for his groin, and one that appeared to miss. The last one he angled to glance off a wall and hit Daken in the lower back while he was distracted by the first two
Despite the sudden lack of arrows, Bullseye's irritation and rage seemed to abate.]
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C'mon, more!
[He panted, his tone full of need. The possibility of what Daken intended and how his urging could be misconstrued as an invitation hardly crossed his mind.]
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