[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.]
You can give it but you're too much of a pussy to take it, huh?
[Bullseye snickered, lowering his mouth to Daken's neck to lick and nip at the skin along his jugular. He shifted his hips so the tip of his dick pressed threateningly against the smaller man's hole.]
There's a difference between one finger and your cock. Well....hopefully at least. [Egging on the psychopath now, Daken? Good job there, moron.]
[The mutant stilled when he felt the blunt pressure of Bullseye's tip pressing against his anus and forced his unwilling body to relax just in case Lester decided to play true to form.] Just remember, the shoes going to be on the other foot on day and don't think I won't fuck you dry in retribution.
[He pressed harder, trying to force the head of his cock into Daken, but the friction was too much to comfortably accommodate him. Giving a frustrated snarl, he moved his bloody hand to Daken's head and spat on his clean one. Then he lifted his hips and slipped the hand between their bodies, his wet fingers prodding clumsily between Daken's asscheeks.]
[A grimace of pain briefly twisted Daken's features as Lester pressed painfully against his hole, trying to force himself past the tight ring of muscles.]
I'm trying, you son of a bitch. [He snarled and once more concentrated on relaxing body as Bullseye clumsily prodded against him uselessly.] I'll do it myself, maybe that way we'll get this over with sometime this century, [The mutant lifted one of his hands up and started to suckle his fingers into his mouth, dampening them as best he could for the necessary penetration.]
[With an impatient huff, Bullseye stopped trying and leaned to the side, allowing Daken enough room to prep himself. He didn't, however, remove his hand from the back of Daken's head. While waiting, he stroked himself a few times; it took all the willpower he could muster to keep from jerking himself until he came again.]
Who woulda thought a slut like you'd be tighter than the Strait of Gibraltar?
[Lube would make this a whole lot easier of course but his comfort obviously didn't mean a thing to the psychopathic assassin. Withdrawing his fingers from his mouth, Daken reached back and awkwardly pushed two fingers inside of himself. It stung a bit but he doubted Lester would give him time for properly stretching himself.]
Who says I do this very often, huh? And this would be a hell of a lot easier if you're let me up, not to mention it'd probably be more pleasurable for you in the end. [He spat nastily and scissored his fingers inside himself hastily.]
I was thinking on my knees from behind, sweetheart. Besides, if I wanted to kill you, I would have already done so.
[The mutant growled when his hand was pulled away but he just let his arm fall back to the ground as his eyes slide shut in preparation for the painful penetration that was no doubt in his future.] Get it over with, Lester, who knows maybe you'll even impress me and last more than a minute. [He taunted with a mirthless smile.]
[Bullseye growled, finally letting go of Daken's head. He moved to kneel between the mutant's legs, grabbing his hips to haul him into a kneeling position as Daken had suggested. Then he put a hand on each ass cheek, which he pushed apart, and he spat once more, the wad of spit perfectly aimed at Daken's anus. Without further hesitation, he pressed his cock against the hole.]
I should think you should know the answer to that by now, Lester. [Which was to say...no. Not when he continued to get such a delicious rise out of the human. Daken's lip curled when he felt the spittle land directly against his hole followed by the pressure of the assassin's head against his anus. This time, the tight ring of muscles gave a little easier and the mutant stopped breathing as he found himself being breached by the other's cock.]
[Breathing heavily, his cock slid inside. He moved slowly, inching inward, making a noise caught somewhere between a victorious laugh and a ragged sigh when he had buried himself completely. He paused for moment, savoring the tight heat, his eyes rolled back in his head.]
[Though Lester could not see it, a faint, mirthless smile curved the mutant's lips before he let his head fall forward and hanging. The subtle movement squeezed the mutant even tighter around the assassin as a ragged sign escaped Daken's throat.]
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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[Bullseye snickered, lowering his mouth to Daken's neck to lick and nip at the skin along his jugular. He shifted his hips so the tip of his dick pressed threateningly against the smaller man's hole.]
Thought you liked it rough, junior.
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[The mutant stilled when he felt the blunt pressure of Bullseye's tip pressing against his anus and forced his unwilling body to relax just in case Lester decided to play true to form.] Just remember, the shoes going to be on the other foot on day and don't think I won't fuck you dry in retribution.
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[He pressed harder, trying to force the head of his cock into Daken, but the friction was too much to comfortably accommodate him. Giving a frustrated snarl, he moved his bloody hand to Daken's head and spat on his clean one. Then he lifted his hips and slipped the hand between their bodies, his wet fingers prodding clumsily between Daken's asscheeks.]
For fuck's sake, relax your crack.
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I'm trying, you son of a bitch. [He snarled and once more concentrated on relaxing body as Bullseye clumsily prodded against him uselessly.] I'll do it myself, maybe that way we'll get this over with sometime this century, [The mutant lifted one of his hands up and started to suckle his fingers into his mouth, dampening them as best he could for the necessary penetration.]
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Who woulda thought a slut like you'd be tighter than the Strait of Gibraltar?
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Who says I do this very often, huh? And this would be a hell of a lot easier if you're let me up, not to mention it'd probably be more pleasurable for you in the end. [He spat nastily and scissored his fingers inside himself hastily.]
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[He snorted. Not wanting to wait any longer, he grabbed Daken's hand to pull it away.]
Alright, enough's enough.
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[The mutant growled when his hand was pulled away but he just let his arm fall back to the ground as his eyes slide shut in preparation for the painful penetration that was no doubt in his future.] Get it over with, Lester, who knows maybe you'll even impress me and last more than a minute. [He taunted with a mirthless smile.]
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[Bullseye growled, finally letting go of Daken's head. He moved to kneel between the mutant's legs, grabbing his hips to haul him into a kneeling position as Daken had suggested. Then he put a hand on each ass cheek, which he pushed apart, and he spat once more, the wad of spit perfectly aimed at Daken's anus. Without further hesitation, he pressed his cock against the hole.]
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