[As Bullseye lie panting, the delicateness with which Daken kissed him sent a shiver through his body, causing goosebumps to rise on his exposed skin. His pulse still pounded in his ears, but contentment was written clearly in the blissed expression on his face. He didn't answer Daken nor open his eyes, but merely grunted, the movement of his diaphragm causing his muscles to contract around the mutant's cock once more. The satisfied curve of his mouth, however, was a testament to his opinion.]
[The older man would lean down just long enough to capture Lester's mouth in a feather soft kiss before climbing off of the assassin. His softening cock slid free of the human's body with a quiet squelching sound Daken wasted little time in tucking himself back into his pants. He eyed Lester silently for a moment, mulling whether to leave the assassin trussed up like this or risk getting another knife in the back if he freed him.]
[Bullseye did not return the kiss. His face twisted into an expression of mild disgust at the sensation and noise of Daken withdrawing, but given his exhaustion, he did not attempt to kick out at the mutant. He lie there on the floor, satisfied and drowsy, though he opened his eyes half way to address Daken.]
You gonna untie me, you bastard, or what?
[Were he not influenced by the pheromones, there would have been a greater degree of panic in his voice at the prospect of remaining tied up and discovered by someone.]
Hmmn.....[Making a musing noise, the mutant reached down to gather up some of the cum that was splattered across Bullseye's stomach on one of his fingers and taunting reached down to paint it across the assassin's lips.] Thinking about it. Are you planning on behaving or do I need to worry about you attacking me again?
[He jerked his head away and pursed his lips, trying to evade Daken's fingers. When he was unsuccessful, he snapped his teeth at the mutant, his expression moving from disgust to anger.]
[He glowered at Daken, his eyes narrowed in a predatory glare. His voice was hoarse, growling through the hold. The calming pheromones still in his system kept him from kicking out at the mutant, though surely not for long.]
And letting you use me as a pincushion isn't me, precious. I fear we're at a bit of an impasse. [He purred, another one of his insincere smiles curving his lips as his fingers tightened even further around Bullseye's throat until he was completely cutting off the man's air supply. The major difference between the assassin and the sociopath mutant was the fact that Daken didn't get off on killing people. There was a complete lack of emotion in the older man's eyes as he studied the other quietly.]
[As he was choked, Bullseye attempted to twist his body away from Daken. His face turned purple and his mouth gaped open, trying to suck in air. Though his eyes were now wide, they continued to glare daggers at Daken, Bullseye's murderous intent if he got free evident.]
[Daken smoothly straddled the human's hips and sat down on him to keep him from struggling too much. The mutant knew with assassin's hands pinned behind him, there wasn't much Bullseye could do to stop him.] Shhh, don't struggle so much, Lester, this won't hurt much. [His smile sharpened and took on a decidedly evil cast when the mutant's fingers continued to bear down pressure on the bald man's trachea. He wasn't planning on killing him, was he?]
[Bullseye tried to buck Daken off, his legs kicking in a futile attempt to free himself. As the edges of his vision darkened, panic was now written plainly on his face. His mouth was hanging open pathetically, his lips glistening with his own semen. Soon, though, he stopped struggling and his eyes rolled back in their sockets as he passed out.]
[The mutant's facial expression eventually fell away. Like everything else about this chameleon, they were affected, an act. Once he was sure Bullseye was more concerned with trying to shake off Daken's hold, the mutant's face went blank. He took no pleasure in the assassin's panic and did not relish the man's fear as Lester began to go limp beneath him. It wouldn't take much to kill the human, just exact the pressure for a couple minutes more. Daken debated whether or not Bullseye was worth more to him alive or dead. Two of Romulus's most important life lessons echoed in his head. Was there anything more to gain from the target and was it worth the effort required to eke the reward of letting the target live. Eventually, he let go of the assassin's throat and went about pulling Bullseye's clothing back in order before cutting the cloth binding the man's arms. After that, he made good his escape before the human woke back up.]
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You gonna untie me, you bastard, or what?
[Were he not influenced by the pheromones, there would have been a greater degree of panic in his voice at the prospect of remaining tied up and discovered by someone.]
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I'm gonna be a real good boy, I promise.
[He sneered through the lie, his teeth bared.]
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You know, I don't believe you, Lester.
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So I lied...bein' good ain't me, fuckhead.
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