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.
Of course he minded, it fucking burned where the red-hot cherry rested against his skin. But Daken, being the dumb, prideful man that he was just grit his teeth and bore it. Who know where the damned thing would land if he tried to shake it off. "You sure you want to do this, Bucky? Might endanger our friendship," Friendship? Yeah right.
"Shoulda thought of that before you put your fuckin' claws in my shoulder." Hmm. A safety pin. It wasn't much, but he could get creative with it. He restradled the man, picking the cig up and taking another drag while he thought of what to do with the pin.
"You know, there are literally dozens of other, more fun things we could be doing in this situation?" Daken pointed out snarkily. He knew Bucky was up to something despite being unable to see anything. There was a tension in the man's body that he could feel, like a cat gathering itself to pounce and knowing what a twisted man the solider could be....well it probably wouldn't end well for Daken. "So, what kind of naked fun times are on the menu tonight, James?"
"Oh, all kindsa fun. But why spoil the surprise?" He set the cigarette back down on the man's chest before opening that safety pin. The tip of the pin barely skimmed over the surface of the other man's nipple- not pushing any, not even scratching the skin. Just letting its presence be known.
"I can imagine so," And sadly, he could...that was the problem. Daken's teeth ground again when the bastard went back to using his chest as his own personal ashtray. The almost silent chink of metal sliding against metal warned Daken that the man was on the move. Without his sight though, he was at a bit of a loss momentarily. It was a needle of some kind, that he guessed. But what kind? Hypodermic? Didn't that present all kinds of unpleasant possibilities? Or just a simple stick pin one might find in any kind of home? "Playing doctor now are we, Bucky? I hope you anesthetized that needle, I'd hate to get an infection."
"Oh, of course. How thoughtless of me." There was the click of a lighter as he ran the pin through the flame. The lighter was discarded and Bucky got back to work. He pressed the pin to the man's stomach, and this time, he did break the skin.
He'd kind of asked that, hadn't he? Daken knew what Bucky was doing when he heard the crackle of the flint being struck and the hiss of butane catching flame. Sure enough, mere seconds later, the needle, still hot to the touch pressed into the sensitive skin of his belly near where his tattoo ended. Daken wasn't like Colossus with his impenetrable or Luke Cage, his skin was just as delicate as any other person's. His nerves fired at the same intensity, if not more so than a regular person's skin thanks to the heightened senses. It stung of course but Bucky was going to have to work a lot harder to get a reaction out of Daken.
"You do realize the futility of this, don't you?" The mutant asked, sounding vaguely bored.
Bucky shrugged, then winced at the pain in his shoulder. "Ain't futile if it makes me feel better." He leaned down to lick the man's neck, mindful of his cigarette. After a moment, he pulled away, thoughtfully removing the pin and placing it on the edge of the tattoo. He began carefully outlining that tattoo with the pin, leaving behind a thin trail of blood.
"I see, I'll keep that in mind for the next time I have you at my mercy. If I'd known you were into bondage I'd have kept that in mind." Daken kept up the bluster but there was no denying the raking of that needle's point along his skin hurt like hell. "You mess up my tat and we're going to have words, Barnes." A growl entered the man's voice. Though whether it was from pain or irritation was uncertain.
"Don't worry. I'm bein' super careful." He took the pin in his mouth as he picked up the cigarette, then spat the pin out and placed the cig in his mouth. Carving the man up was getting boring. He inhaled on that cig, holding the smoke in until his mouth was on the other man's, then blew the smoke into Daken's mouth.
That got more of a reaction from the mutant than the thin line of blood cutting across his chest. Daken jerked his face to the side and did his best not to breathe in any of that poisonous smoke. It immediately attacked his olfactory senses and clogged them up further. "I told you, I don't smoke."
That cost him precious breath and Daken knew he'd have to breathe in eventually so he tried to sneak a shallow one in carefully.]
Bucky grinned at that reaction and took more smoke into his mouth. This time, he held Daken's face in place when he breathed into the man's mouth. That cigarette was almost gone, so he put it out on the other man, leaving behind a small, circular burn just below his nipple.
"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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"You do realize the futility of this, don't you?" The mutant asked, sounding vaguely bored.
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That cost him precious breath and Daken knew he'd have to breathe in eventually so he tried to sneak a shallow one in carefully.]
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