transemacabre | FIC: Join the holy orgy Kama Sutra (Dark Avengers orgy, M for Mature)

Title: Join the holy orgy Kama Sutra
Pairings/Characters: The whole damn Dark Avengers team. Having an orgy.
Warnings: Non/dubcon implications. Sex ~~pollen~~ pheromone-induced orgy. Daken.
Notes: Written for the

marvel_kink meme.

Norman Osborn's castle in the sky was crashing down around him. HAMMER was about to become as meaningless as its acronym. The cavalry was on its way. The end was nigh. So Daken said "The hell with it" and threw an orgy.

The ingredients: a team of maladjusted super-villains with varying levels of psychosis. Spice with sex pheromones. Knead their malleable bodies into submission. Light a fire in their loins. Shake well. Serve when ready.

The doors opened with a soft hush, and Daken got to savor the look on Norman Osborn's face. "What THE HELL is going on in here?" sputtered Osborn.

Daken pulled away from Lester's cock with a wet 'pop' sound. "Oh, go keep Bob busy," he said, dismissing Osborn with a wave and a heady dose of pheromones. Osborn gasped, then turned and ran out of the door, no doubt making a beeline straight for wherever the Sentry was currently moping.

Daken returned his attention to dear Lester. He'd intended to slowly torture Lester for many more months, breaking him down bit by bit, but since it appeared time was running out for their little tea party, he'd settled for reducing Bullseye to a writhing mass of sexual need begging for release. Frantic at the loss of Daken's mouth for more than ten seconds, Lester sat up and ripped Daken's shirt open forcefully.

Daken regarded the sad tatters. "That was Italian," he said. Lester uttered an animalistic growl and pounced on him.

On the next couch over, the aliens were loudly enjoying each other, doing something with Mac's tentacles and Noh-Varr's extremely bendy joints that Daken couldn't see clearly, much to his dismay. As loud as they were, their wails were almost drowned out by Ares and Karla, who were punching holes in the wall as they orgasmed.

Beneath him, Lester arched up off the floor with such force that Daken had to grip him by the hips and push him back down. He lay limp and satisfied, at least for a few minutes until the pheromones worked their way through the orgasmic glow. "I like you better this way," Daken told him fondly.

Mac and Noh's couch actually exploded, which took Daken by surprise. Bits of couch stuffing rained down on them. Mac slithered onto the floor and lay there, immobile. Daken might've thought Noh had killed him, if it weren't for the ridiculously wide grin on Mac's face. He's killing him, all right, Daken thought. Killing him softly.

Noh-Varr stood up and strolled over to Daken and Lester. He was naked except for, oddly, his socks. "May I join you?" Noh asked, looking thoughtful. "I believe Mac is done for this round."

"That won't be necessary," Daken assured him as Lester licked and nipped his way down his chest. "You can go help Ares and Karla."

Noh ignored him and knelt down behind Lester, caressing his back and buttocks. "I think not, they're busy with each other," he said congenially.

Somehow Ares and Karla had managed to rip a light fixture out of the wall and were fucking in the broken glass. Daken narrowed his eyes at Noh. "You didn't obey me. Aren't you under my control?"

Noh looked perplexed. "Control? I thought this was one of your Earth customs." He began to rim out Lester, much to the other man's vocal delight.

Daken pondered this for a moment and then shrugged. "Oh, yes, that. I suppose I forgot to send you the memo," he told Noh and then got back to the important business of getting his cock sucked.