[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.]
[Bullseye removed his tongue for a moment, breathing heavily against Daken's mouth as they frotted, lust rolling off him in hot heavy waves. His eyes were half lidded in his excitement, only a portion of the whites visible. He licked his own lips, then pressed his mouth to Daken's once more, this time taking the mutant's bottom lip between his teeth, hoping to make him bleed.]
[Damp breath was traded back and forth between the two men as Daken fought to draw in breath as well despite the pain his still healing ribs sent sparking through his side every time Bullseye shifted. Though the mutant's inherent healing factor could heal just about everything, he was just as breakable as the next person and the tender skin of his lip would split just like anyone else's when Bullseye bit down sharply on his lower lip. Pain flared up from his mouth and drew a growl from the mutant as metallic blood started to trickle into his mouth. It was impossible for him to form real words but his garbled snarl definitely sounded like something akin to 'bastard']
[Grinning as he tasted blood, Bullseye licked the split lip, staining his own mouth red. He pulled back enough to look down and admire his work, rubbing his erection with more urgency against Daken.]
Shut the hell up.
[His mouth returned to Daken's, the forceful motion of his tongue clearly mimicking what Bullseye intended to do with his cock. His uninjured hand raked down Daken's side and when it reached his hip, it slide downward to squeeze his ass.]
Shut up and get on with it already then. [The mutant taunted, licking at his split lip briefly to capture more of the coppery taste on his tongue. Daken arched upwards against Bullseye's cock impatiently as the assassin leaned in to fuck his mouth with his tongue.]
[Needing no further goading, Bullseye shifted his weight to the side and slid his fingers underneath the bandages to hook them over the waistband of Daken's pants in order to simply rip them downward. Frustrated at the work it was taking, he bit viciously at Daken's mouth.]
Whaddaya think I'm doin'? This fucking stupid costume--!
Screwing around from the looks of it? [The mutant growled, as the pain radiated from his mouth. Impatiently, Daken unsheathed the foreclaw that grew out from beneath his wrist and moved to hook it underneath the bandages wrapped around his waist.] Move it or lose it, Lester.
[Pressing one final, needy kiss to Daken's mouth, Bullseye pushed backward into a kneeling position. He straddled one of Daken's thighs, his knee still between the mutant's legs. He sneered down at Daken, his hand squeezing his hard on through his leggings.]
You're the one pussyfootin' around, ya fuckin' cocktease. If you don't hurry the fuck up, I'm gonna gut you and fuck the bleeding wound.
How absolutely charming you are, Lester. [His mouth curled distastefully as Daken cut neatly through the white material bound about his waist. With the assassin sitting on his thigh, it was impossible for the mutant to start to tug down his pants but he gave it a decent effort and revealed a few inches of smoothly muscled stomach and lightly golden skin.]
Bullshit, don't act like you don't like it, you lyin' faggot.
[Baring his teeth in a predatory grin, he shifted his weight once more and removed his knee from between the mutant's legs so that he was kneeling to the side. Roughly, he gripped Daken's hip to flip him onto his stomach. No way did he want Daken making faces at him while they screwed.]
Sorry if the idea of you fucking some hole you rent in my body isn't particularly appealing to me, sweetheart.
[An answering sneer tugged at Daken's lips before he found himself rudely flipped over onto his stomach, erection trapped painfully below him along with his mostly healed ribs crying out in protest.] Son of a--
[Bullseye gave a triumphant chuckle and put his uninjured hand to the back of Daken's head to force his face to the floor while the blood slicked hand unceremoniously yanked down the waist of the pants, revealing Daken's ass and leaving bloody trails from his fingers across it. He breathed heavily at the sight of blood, excited by it. He hesitated a moment with a hand still on Daken's head, the other reaching down to pull his cock out of his leggings.]
See, to me--
[He slicked himself up with his bloody hand, laughing a little as he jerked it a few times. Then he leaned down and slid it against Daken's ass.]
[Daken had an amazing sense of self-control but even he had to growl dangerously when he felt his cheek pushed unceremoniously into the floor. Feeling Bullseye yank down his pants had a frisson of both excitement and something akin to unease crawling up the mutant's spine.]
[He shot a murderous look over his shoulder, baleful gray eyes glaring as best he could.] You stick your dick in me without prepping me, I'm going to disembowel you, fucker. [The mutant promised with a growl. Sure, he could heal from a torn sphincter and anus but it would hurt like fuck]
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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Shut the hell up.
[His mouth returned to Daken's, the forceful motion of his tongue clearly mimicking what Bullseye intended to do with his cock. His uninjured hand raked down Daken's side and when it reached his hip, it slide downward to squeeze his ass.]
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Whaddaya think I'm doin'? This fucking stupid costume--!
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You're the one pussyfootin' around, ya fuckin' cocktease. If you don't hurry the fuck up, I'm gonna gut you and fuck the bleeding wound.
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[Baring his teeth in a predatory grin, he shifted his weight once more and removed his knee from between the mutant's legs so that he was kneeling to the side. Roughly, he gripped Daken's hip to flip him onto his stomach. No way did he want Daken making faces at him while they screwed.]
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[An answering sneer tugged at Daken's lips before he found himself rudely flipped over onto his stomach, erection trapped painfully below him along with his mostly healed ribs crying out in protest.] Son of a--
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See, to me--
[He slicked himself up with his bloody hand, laughing a little as he jerked it a few times. Then he leaned down and slid it against Daken's ass.]
--that sounds like a day at the circus.
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[He shot a murderous look over his shoulder, baleful gray eyes glaring as best he could.] You stick your dick in me without prepping me, I'm going to disembowel you, fucker. [The mutant promised with a growl. Sure, he could heal from a torn sphincter and anus but it would hurt like fuck]
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