Daken woke up pissed and feeling vaguely hung over. Considering he couldn't recall the last time he'd been hung over, this was quite the unique 'treat'. It took him a couple of seconds to clear the cobwebs out of his head enough to formulate a clear train of thought. Of course he noticed the frigid concrete flooring and the fact that he had nothing in the way of clothing protecting his body from the chilly floor. Second, he realized Bucky had certainly been busy. He tested the restraints to see just how much slack he could find.
"You drugged me." Daken's tone was flat, almost devoid of any emotion. No accusation, no outrage just flat, inflectionless monotone. The stench of the solider’s cigarettes filled Daken’s nose with the ashy, noxious fumes, thus making it hard for the temporarily blinded mutant to take in the full details of his surroundings. “What’s your game, Barnes?”
Bucky took a drag on his cigarette before launching into the speech he'd prepared while Daken was unconcious. Holding a cigarette with his metal hand wasn't something he was used to, and it wasn't easy, but he'd decided it was best not to use his injured arm for the time being.
"Y'know, I never asked to lose my arm. To become part machine. But I knew sacrifices had to be made to get the government off my trail." Suddenly, he straddled the man none too gently. "So when you went after my other fucking arm, did you really not expect some kinda retaliation?"
The stench of nicotine laced smoke and metal told Daken Bucky was approaching so the man straddling his body wasn't as surprising as the human no doubt had hoped it would be. As Bucky went about his little self-righteous speech, confused bemusement flickered across Daken's face.
"What? That was a love scratch at best." He scoffed quietly. "Aimed for the least amount of damage and didn't even nick any major arteries." Sure, maybe to a mutant who had an advanced healing factor that was just a 'love scratch'. Gods know he'd done far, far worse to Wolverine in the past.
"Hmm, maybe I should give you some love scratches of my own. Hope you don't mind if I just set this here." He rested his cigarette on the man's chest before standing back up. It'd probably be best for him to still refrain from using his injured arm, and his nails were too blunt to really hurt, anyway. He'd have to find something else to scratch him with.
Hahaha my one semester a decade ago is kinda....forgotten. XDa_bastard_sonJanuary 27 2012, 16:12:41 UTC
A soft grunt escaped him at that particularly harsh stroke of the finger. Bucky succeeded in finding his prostate with that brutal jamming of his finger within him and Daken briefly saw stars as a shudder ran through the mutant's lean body.
Planning on teaching English to Japanese speakers? a_bastard_sonJanuary 27 2012, 16:30:44 UTC
Unseeing grey eyes were slitted with pleasure, following the sound of Bucky's taunting. Daken didn't bother to reply to that ridiculous question but judging by the way his cock hardened, yeah, it definitely did.
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"You drugged me." Daken's tone was flat, almost devoid of any emotion. No accusation, no outrage just flat, inflectionless monotone. The stench of the solider’s cigarettes filled Daken’s nose with the ashy, noxious fumes, thus making it hard for the temporarily blinded mutant to take in the full details of his surroundings. “What’s your game, Barnes?”
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"Y'know, I never asked to lose my arm. To become part machine. But I knew sacrifices had to be made to get the government off my trail." Suddenly, he straddled the man none too gently. "So when you went after my other fucking arm, did you really not expect some kinda retaliation?"
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"What? That was a love scratch at best." He scoffed quietly. "Aimed for the least amount of damage and didn't even nick any major arteries." Sure, maybe to a mutant who had an advanced healing factor that was just a 'love scratch'. Gods know he'd done far, far worse to Wolverine in the past.
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