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[mongrelverine]

Daken was bored. So very, very bored. He's spent a restless few days sulking holed up after what he was mentally referring to as "The Ex Incident." He'd been completely unprepared to see Lester anytime soon, still figuring the government had him locked up in a dark hole somewhere. Humiliating as it was to admit, Bullseye had kicked his ass good and

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[mongrelverine]

Unseen by his (still ex?) boyfriend for the moment, Daken had to suppress a smirk. Lester never had been known for his people skills. Damn little mick, why the hell had he even tracked him down? Oh yeah, that whole bit where he couldn't get him off his mind.

Revving up the engine, he pulled out into traffic, swerving in and out, generally creating a ruckus as he cut off countless vehicles. Pulling up to the curb, he was practically on top of Lester's toes.

"Need a ride?" Now that was the way to do it. Smooth as butter and twice as hot.

[mongrelverine]

"That's not what you've said in the past." Daken smirked at the memory of the violent hate sex he'd had with Lester on more than one occasion. Most of the time he'd had to use handcuffs, rope, or something else to restrain his violent lover's hands.