[MARVEL] Folly Of Youth
Characters: Daken/?
Prompt: Anyone wanna do a Daken/anyone? Not picky, just love that poser motherfucker at the moment. Would especially like something where his pheromones come into play and it ain't exactly consensual. Also, it doesn't have to do with sex. Slash preferred, but not necessary as there is a lack of Daken in my life.
Warnings: Issues of consent and manipulation, and possibly underage sex (depending upon the age of consent where you live).
Summary: Not every battle is won with force.
In his defence, it was completely consensual.
The nature of the consent was never an issue. Courts don’t quibble with what lies one tells to bed someone, and it wasn’t as though he had slipped his partner anything. If he were arrested, they’d have as strong a case against him as they’d have against someone who wore perfume.
“I gotta go.” The boy tugged at his the collar of his cape, but otherwise made no move to leave, his teeth worrying his bottom lip.
“So soon?
“Uh, yeah.”
“Why? Aren’t you and your friends done superheroing for the day?” A hand on his shoulder. He didn’t shy away.
“But still, I should go. So they know where to reach me. You know, just in case. You never know. I left my phone at home.” So he was a babbler.
“They rely on you too much. You need to relax.” Releasing one claw, the tattered cape was cut off the boy in one quick motion. It fluttered to the floor, resting in a semicircle around his feet.
One would think the fun of manipulating people would wear thin after so many years. But Daken found, particularly with other powered individuals, each reaction was a new and delightful experience. The boy looked surprised and a little scared, as if he hadn’t known which direction the evening was heading.
“This isn’t right.” Yet he leant closer, encircling his arms around Daken’s neck and breathing in the scent of the older man.
“That’s what a lot of people say about people like us.”
The boy tensed, and for a moment Daken wondered if he had lost him - if in his fun he had somehow inadvertently released his chemical hold. Indeed, for a moment it seemed as though the boy was about to back away. A wave of new, overpowering pheromones washed over the boy and once again he was limp and compliant, only one last vestige of resistance showing itself before he succumbed completely.
“Don’t tell Teddy.”
Daken grinned.
“Never.”
A/N: Okay, the thought process behind this was ‘Hey, didn’t Daken try to use his pheromones on Teddy and they didn’t work? This seems like something Daken would do - partly to get back at him, partly just for shits and giggles.' Not happy with this apart from the concept, but it's alright for having been scribbled out in less than 10 minutes.
Written: Saturday, 9 October 2010
Prompt: Anyone wanna do a Daken/anyone? Not picky, just love that poser motherfucker at the moment. Would especially like something where his pheromones come into play and it ain't exactly consensual. Also, it doesn't have to do with sex. Slash preferred, but not necessary as there is a lack of Daken in my life.
Warnings: Issues of consent and manipulation, and possibly underage sex (depending upon the age of consent where you live).
Summary: Not every battle is won with force.
In his defence, it was completely consensual.
The nature of the consent was never an issue. Courts don’t quibble with what lies one tells to bed someone, and it wasn’t as though he had slipped his partner anything. If he were arrested, they’d have as strong a case against him as they’d have against someone who wore perfume.
“I gotta go.” The boy tugged at his the collar of his cape, but otherwise made no move to leave, his teeth worrying his bottom lip.
“So soon?
“Uh, yeah.”
“Why? Aren’t you and your friends done superheroing for the day?” A hand on his shoulder. He didn’t shy away.
“But still, I should go. So they know where to reach me. You know, just in case. You never know. I left my phone at home.” So he was a babbler.
“They rely on you too much. You need to relax.” Releasing one claw, the tattered cape was cut off the boy in one quick motion. It fluttered to the floor, resting in a semicircle around his feet.
One would think the fun of manipulating people would wear thin after so many years. But Daken found, particularly with other powered individuals, each reaction was a new and delightful experience. The boy looked surprised and a little scared, as if he hadn’t known which direction the evening was heading.
“This isn’t right.” Yet he leant closer, encircling his arms around Daken’s neck and breathing in the scent of the older man.
“That’s what a lot of people say about people like us.”
The boy tensed, and for a moment Daken wondered if he had lost him - if in his fun he had somehow inadvertently released his chemical hold. Indeed, for a moment it seemed as though the boy was about to back away. A wave of new, overpowering pheromones washed over the boy and once again he was limp and compliant, only one last vestige of resistance showing itself before he succumbed completely.
“Don’t tell Teddy.”
Daken grinned.
“Never.”
A/N: Okay, the thought process behind this was ‘Hey, didn’t Daken try to use his pheromones on Teddy and they didn’t work? This seems like something Daken would do - partly to get back at him, partly just for shits and giggles.' Not happy with this apart from the concept, but it's alright for having been scribbled out in less than 10 minutes.
Written: Saturday, 9 October 2010