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transemacabreTitle: Sometimes Your Words Just Hypnotize Me
Fandom: Marvel Comics' Dark Wolverine
Rating: M for Mature Content
Pairing: Daken/Bullseye
Warnings: SPOILERS. Dub-con. Disturbing content. It's supervillain slash, y'all. Use your best judgment.
Notes: Written for the Marvel Rare Pairs Kink Meme.
"Good evening, Lester," Daken said casually, leaning against the doorway.
Lester glared at him from the reflection in the bathroom mirror, which made Daken smile with glee. Nothing made him happier than seeing Lester lose his cool around him.
"No response?" Daken feigned a hurt look. "No 'good evening', no 'hello', not even a 'fuck you, asshole'? You weren't raised right, Lester."
Lester splashed his face with water from the sink, then took his time patting himself dry with a towel. Trying to cool down. Trying to regain control. Daken's smiled widened. "The fun part of killin' you is that it's going to take awhile," Lester said. He fingered a toothbrush, probably deciding which vital organ to puncture with it. "I can take my time."
Daken flooded the small room with pheromones as a precaution before he stepped closer. Not that he thought Lester could kill him, more that gaping wounds would distract him from his purpose tonight. Usually he was content to toy with his prey and then discard them, but he'd been working on Lester for weeks now, carefully building up to this moment. "You like to be thorough, is that it, Lester?" he asked.
Lester flipped the toothbrush from hand to hand like a shiv. "Stop saying my name," he growled.
Daken was now close enough he could see how wide and black Lester's pupils were. Yes, you like what you're looking at, he silently prompted him, releasing even more pheromones until the night itself seemed to move to his rhythm. "You can say mine, if you like," he said, resting a hip against the sink, crowding Lester against the wall.
For the first time, Lester looked wary, as if he'd clued in that something wasn't right. "Asshole."
"No, that's not it," Daken murmured, and then reached out for Lester. Testing his boundaries. Lester flinched but let Daken touch his fingers to his cheek. Feather-soft.
Lester wrenched away from him, as though to move towards the door. Daken grasped his arms, pulling them behind his back. Holding him. "Don't move," he breathed into Lester's ear. "You don't want to move."
"Let go," Lester said, a last resistance before Daken's inevitable, overwhelming onslaught. "This is -- This isn't --"
Daken hushed him. "You don't want to fight me." His tongue flicked across Lester's ear. "You don't want to leave."
Lester stopped fighting. Emboldened, he pressed in closer. He felt Lester tense up at the close contact. On impulse, Daken blew a soft stream of air down the back of his neck, then placed a sucking kiss on the junction of his back and neck. Lester sagged against him, suddenly short of air. "You're not used to this," Daken said, pitching his voice lower. "Not used to being touched without violence, are you, Lester?"
At the sound of his name, Lester turned his head to look into Daken's eyes. The hatred was there, still, as always, but now combined with confusion. Longing. Daken wrapped an arm around his chest, supporting him, maneuvering him into the bedroom. When they reached the bed, Daken released him, reveling in his power. Lester didn't strike him, or try to escape. He sank down onto the bed, staring up at Daken, one hand resting on Daken's forearm.
Daken moved to his jacket, which he'd discarded on a chair near the door, and smiled as Lester took a sharp inhalation of air at the breaking of contact. He removed a small tube from his pocket, making eye contact with Lester as he slowly unscrewed it. Soon, he thought, you're going to scream my name. He already knew that the conquest of Bullseye was one he was going to relish for a very long time.
He sat down next to Lester on the bed. Holding the tub in his left hand, he cupped Lester's chin with his right. Daken leaned in closer, but pulled back when Lester abruptly moved in. "Ah, ah," he said, smiling wickedly. "Do you want to kiss me?"
Lester gritted his teeth.
"You have to say so."
He could see the war in Lester. This was not a man accustomed to asking, much less begging, for a damn thing. Bullseye took what he wanted. Men and women lived and died at his whim. "Yes," he finally said. "I want to -- kiss you."
Daken chuckled. "I thought you'd never ask!"
Then Lester grasped him and pulled him forward into a crushing kiss. The intensity actually took Daken by surprise, the first time he'd been out of control tonight. Lester kissed him hungrily, making little soft needy sounds, hands roving. Determined to regain control, Daken pushed him back onto the bed in a prone position. "Take off your clothes," he ordered when they finally broke apart. "Now." He had to grope for the tube, almost crushed between them.
By the time Daken got some lube warmed on his fingers, Lester had stripped himself naked. Daken pulled himself up on his knees. "Undress me," he said. Lester looked perplexed for a moment, as though the oddness of this situation had hit him fully, and Daken quickly assaulted him with more pheromones before he could snap to his senses. Lester began to fumble with Daken's trouser buttons.
Daken sighed and let his head loll back as the trousers slipped off his hips, as he was exposed to the air. "Lay back," he said, and when Lester didn't immediately comply he gently pushed him onto his back, settling his own body over his. Their scents mingled. He reached between Lester's legs, which earned him a yelp.
"What the fuck--"
"Relax," Daken said quickly. "This is going to feel good -- and it's going to hurt. I think you're going to like it. A lot."
Lester squirmed so much it was almost impossible to slick him with lube, so Daken settled for slicking himself instead. "Shhh." He kissed a trail down Lester's chest. "Shhhh. Lift your leg for me. Yes. Relax."
Lester grabbed him by both shoulders, bearing down with almost inhuman strength. Daken gasped. It took almost all his willpower to continue, rather than break Lester's hold. He had to hold Lester's hip and hold himself up with his other hand. He shook.
Hissing, Lester twisted under him. "Oh, yes," Daken murmured, thrusting hard. "Hold still. Feel that. I know it hurts -- I know -- so good." The friction was exquisite.
Lester grasped him by the throat. Choking, Daken was about to release more pheromones when Lester dragged him down for another kiss. Oh, thought Daken, you like to be kissed when you're being fucked. He quickened the pace, loving how Lester's breaths came in little puffs, the way his muscles bunched and tensed beneath him.
"Oh," moaned Lester against his mouth, and every cell in Daken's body sang with triumph.
"Come on," Daken said. Harder. Harder. "Come for me." Be mine.
Lester clutched him closer, kissing him so hard it was almost more violent than sexual.
"FUCK!" Daken spat, pulling away even as Lester shrieked and twisted, spurting onto Daken's belly. "Fuck! Fuck you!" He wiped at his mouth. The little freak bit me.
Lester splayed out on the bed, sated.
Daken glowered at him, at his own wilting erection. At least I got the last word in.
Fandom: Marvel Comics' Dark Wolverine
Rating: M for Mature Content
Pairing: Daken/Bullseye
Warnings: SPOILERS. Dub-con. Disturbing content. It's supervillain slash, y'all. Use your best judgment.
Notes: Written for the Marvel Rare Pairs Kink Meme.
"Good evening, Lester," Daken said casually, leaning against the doorway.
Lester glared at him from the reflection in the bathroom mirror, which made Daken smile with glee. Nothing made him happier than seeing Lester lose his cool around him.
"No response?" Daken feigned a hurt look. "No 'good evening', no 'hello', not even a 'fuck you, asshole'? You weren't raised right, Lester."
Lester splashed his face with water from the sink, then took his time patting himself dry with a towel. Trying to cool down. Trying to regain control. Daken's smiled widened. "The fun part of killin' you is that it's going to take awhile," Lester said. He fingered a toothbrush, probably deciding which vital organ to puncture with it. "I can take my time."
Daken flooded the small room with pheromones as a precaution before he stepped closer. Not that he thought Lester could kill him, more that gaping wounds would distract him from his purpose tonight. Usually he was content to toy with his prey and then discard them, but he'd been working on Lester for weeks now, carefully building up to this moment. "You like to be thorough, is that it, Lester?" he asked.
Lester flipped the toothbrush from hand to hand like a shiv. "Stop saying my name," he growled.
Daken was now close enough he could see how wide and black Lester's pupils were. Yes, you like what you're looking at, he silently prompted him, releasing even more pheromones until the night itself seemed to move to his rhythm. "You can say mine, if you like," he said, resting a hip against the sink, crowding Lester against the wall.
For the first time, Lester looked wary, as if he'd clued in that something wasn't right. "Asshole."
"No, that's not it," Daken murmured, and then reached out for Lester. Testing his boundaries. Lester flinched but let Daken touch his fingers to his cheek. Feather-soft.
Lester wrenched away from him, as though to move towards the door. Daken grasped his arms, pulling them behind his back. Holding him. "Don't move," he breathed into Lester's ear. "You don't want to move."
"Let go," Lester said, a last resistance before Daken's inevitable, overwhelming onslaught. "This is -- This isn't --"
Daken hushed him. "You don't want to fight me." His tongue flicked across Lester's ear. "You don't want to leave."
Lester stopped fighting. Emboldened, he pressed in closer. He felt Lester tense up at the close contact. On impulse, Daken blew a soft stream of air down the back of his neck, then placed a sucking kiss on the junction of his back and neck. Lester sagged against him, suddenly short of air. "You're not used to this," Daken said, pitching his voice lower. "Not used to being touched without violence, are you, Lester?"
At the sound of his name, Lester turned his head to look into Daken's eyes. The hatred was there, still, as always, but now combined with confusion. Longing. Daken wrapped an arm around his chest, supporting him, maneuvering him into the bedroom. When they reached the bed, Daken released him, reveling in his power. Lester didn't strike him, or try to escape. He sank down onto the bed, staring up at Daken, one hand resting on Daken's forearm.
Daken moved to his jacket, which he'd discarded on a chair near the door, and smiled as Lester took a sharp inhalation of air at the breaking of contact. He removed a small tube from his pocket, making eye contact with Lester as he slowly unscrewed it. Soon, he thought, you're going to scream my name. He already knew that the conquest of Bullseye was one he was going to relish for a very long time.
He sat down next to Lester on the bed. Holding the tub in his left hand, he cupped Lester's chin with his right. Daken leaned in closer, but pulled back when Lester abruptly moved in. "Ah, ah," he said, smiling wickedly. "Do you want to kiss me?"
Lester gritted his teeth.
"You have to say so."
He could see the war in Lester. This was not a man accustomed to asking, much less begging, for a damn thing. Bullseye took what he wanted. Men and women lived and died at his whim. "Yes," he finally said. "I want to -- kiss you."
Daken chuckled. "I thought you'd never ask!"
Then Lester grasped him and pulled him forward into a crushing kiss. The intensity actually took Daken by surprise, the first time he'd been out of control tonight. Lester kissed him hungrily, making little soft needy sounds, hands roving. Determined to regain control, Daken pushed him back onto the bed in a prone position. "Take off your clothes," he ordered when they finally broke apart. "Now." He had to grope for the tube, almost crushed between them.
By the time Daken got some lube warmed on his fingers, Lester had stripped himself naked. Daken pulled himself up on his knees. "Undress me," he said. Lester looked perplexed for a moment, as though the oddness of this situation had hit him fully, and Daken quickly assaulted him with more pheromones before he could snap to his senses. Lester began to fumble with Daken's trouser buttons.
Daken sighed and let his head loll back as the trousers slipped off his hips, as he was exposed to the air. "Lay back," he said, and when Lester didn't immediately comply he gently pushed him onto his back, settling his own body over his. Their scents mingled. He reached between Lester's legs, which earned him a yelp.
"What the fuck--"
"Relax," Daken said quickly. "This is going to feel good -- and it's going to hurt. I think you're going to like it. A lot."
Lester squirmed so much it was almost impossible to slick him with lube, so Daken settled for slicking himself instead. "Shhh." He kissed a trail down Lester's chest. "Shhhh. Lift your leg for me. Yes. Relax."
Lester grabbed him by both shoulders, bearing down with almost inhuman strength. Daken gasped. It took almost all his willpower to continue, rather than break Lester's hold. He had to hold Lester's hip and hold himself up with his other hand. He shook.
Hissing, Lester twisted under him. "Oh, yes," Daken murmured, thrusting hard. "Hold still. Feel that. I know it hurts -- I know -- so good." The friction was exquisite.
Lester grasped him by the throat. Choking, Daken was about to release more pheromones when Lester dragged him down for another kiss. Oh, thought Daken, you like to be kissed when you're being fucked. He quickened the pace, loving how Lester's breaths came in little puffs, the way his muscles bunched and tensed beneath him.
"Oh," moaned Lester against his mouth, and every cell in Daken's body sang with triumph.
"Come on," Daken said. Harder. Harder. "Come for me." Be mine.
Lester clutched him closer, kissing him so hard it was almost more violent than sexual.
"FUCK!" Daken spat, pulling away even as Lester shrieked and twisted, spurting onto Daken's belly. "Fuck! Fuck you!" He wiped at his mouth. The little freak bit me.
Lester splayed out on the bed, sated.
Daken glowered at him, at his own wilting erection. At least I got the last word in.
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Date: 2010-09-17 03:35 am (UTC)