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No. 92458
Title: Mistaken Medication Pairing: Daken/Bullseye Rating: R Kinks: drugs, dub-con, oral fixation, fingering, anal sex. Summary: The best drugs aren’t free, but Bullseye has prescriptions.
Daken started his day by answering his door and being pummeled to the ground by a seemingly irate Bullseye. Now whereas being assaulted by Bullseye wasn’t unexpected or all that unusual, the manner in which it was occurring was however very unusual. A forceful kiss surprised Daken enough to open his mouth and allow for Bullseye to force his tongue in. It wasn’t at all how he had expected to start his day, not that he was complaining, merely that he was somewhat bemused by the whole affair.
Bullseye was straddling his hips, pressing down on his shoulders and quite energetically attempting to devour him whole through his mouth. He tastes of orange juice and blood, not all together unpleasant, and his scent was pure lust and animal musk. Daken kissed back, just to see what would happen, and tried to shift as the floor was uncomfortable and Bullseye’s weight rather substantial. Bullseye moaned happily into his mouth, sucking at Daken’s tongue and then biting at his lips. He wasn’t a bad kisser, if a bit sloppy, but Daken didn’t feel that this was going where he wanted it too - or more accurately how he wanted it to. Grabbing Bullseye by the arms, Daken pried him off him much to the other man’s displeasure and non-verbal protests.
“Good morning to you too, Lester,” Daken gasped, still restraining the other man who was glowering at him, and dare he think it, pouting at the lack of contact and transference of bodily fluids. “Have you possibly taken Mac’s medication today and not your own?” He queried and grabbed Bullseye by the face to stop him from trying to kiss and, kid you not, lick him again.
“Need you,” was all the reply he managed to get before Bullseye slipped into incoherence and vigorous attempts of stripping him of his clothing. An awkward affair as he was currently firmly seated in Daken’s lap.
“Ground control to Bullseye,” Daken snapped at him, sending a wave of pheromones to incite fear, but it didn’t quite have the intended effect. On the bright side, Bullseye stopped sexually assaulting him. On the other hand, he affected the look of a kicked dog and whimpered - actually whimpered - in a pitiful manner.
Daken winced at the sight and sound of it and concluded that the entire affair had to be the work of either faulty medication or some kind of mind control - as was to be expected in their line of business. It was a bother that it had to happen before breakfast and in his personal quarters. Had Bullseye made a fool of himself in public there would have been some benefits. Well, he could always harass Lester about this after the whole thing was sorted out.
“Don’t make that face,” Daken said out of quite obviously misguided pity and caressed the side of Bullseye’s face, who, in turn, promptly kissed his hand and went about sucking his fingers in a very distracting manner. A wet tongue licked and teased him, lips soft but firm around his fingers - first one, then two and finally three - taking him in to the knuckle and then sliding back to the tip of his fingers and then back again without releasing him. Daken thought of that mouth wrapped around his cock and shivered, a grin slipping unbidden on his face before he controlled himself.
“Tut, tut, that’s quite enough,” Daken admonished and freed his hand from Bullseye’s surprisingly skilled mouth. Saliva slicked his fingers and he wiped them off on Bullseye’s spandex covered and muscular thigh, his thoughts wandering to more interesting things he could have done. Bullseye squirmed and stared at him through lowered lids, blue eyes bright and glassy. He would have doubtlessly welcomed any of Daken’s fantasies - even the blood soaked ones.
“Want you,” Bullseye growled, leaning forward to rub his face against the crook of Daken’s neck. He muttered something incoherent into his shoulder and then bit down, not too forcefully but with some strength.
Nevertheless, Daken did like his partner’s incoherence to be caused by him - or at the very least for its cause to be known to him. He did not enjoy not knowing. Once more taking a hold of Bullseye’s jaw to keep him from biting or kissing him and to still in his lap, Daken scrutinized him with all of his senses. Regardless of his careful inspection and the acuity of his senses, Daken could not discern anything but a heightened arousal in his otherwise very taciturn and self-denying team mate. Everything except for his behavior seemed normal right down to his Hawkeye costume - sans the mask - and breakfast choices.
Daken clucked his tongue in disapproval, eliciting yet another whine from Bullseye’s swollen, pink lips. It was quite obvious that Lester had some awareness of his surroundings and comprehension of the state of things, but there didn’t seem to be much conscious thought occurring in combination with it. Nominally, Daken would have taken full advantage of this but it did reduce some of Lester’s charm.
This was the moment that Bullseye decided to grind down on him, setting a languid pace of rolling hips and clenching thighs and ass. Daken let out a sound that was somewhere between a laugh and a hum, involuntarily thrusting up at Bullseye’s warm and firm body. He softened his grip of the other man’s jaw and played with Bullseye’s lips with his thumb, enjoying the soft wetness as a contrast to the stubble on his chin.
“You are really testing my patience,” Daken chided halfheartedly, “are you that keen on getting fucked?” He let his free hand slip down to Bullseye’s firm ass - beneath that ridiculous loincloth - squeezing at it. Lester made a happy little moan and rubbed down on him; Daken could feel his erection press at him through the Hawkeye costume.
“Sweetness, with behavior like this I won’t be able to resist,” Daken cooed into his ear, planting kisses along Bullseye’s jaw to the corner of his mouth.
“Don’t-- need you,” Bullseye groaned, his voice husky, clutching at him and continuing his teasing grinding.
"Ah-ah, are you going to be a good boy?" Daken asked affectionately, placing both hands firmly on his buttocks, rubbing and squeezing in the same rhythm as his movements.
"Please," Bullseye cried and moved in a way that felt impossibly good. Guiding Bullseye with a hand to the back of his neck - in a spectacular display of poor judgement - Daken pressed a deep kiss to his mouth. Once more he tasted blood and urged on by this he ran his tongue along Bullseye’s teeth and bit his lips until he could taste his own blood as well.
“Good. You’re a good boy,” Daken moaned, gasping for air and bucking up at Bullseye and mouthing open kisses at his neck. Bullseye rode him wantonly, grinding and rolling, and clutching at Daken’s shoulders for dear life.
Daken started to tear his costume off, unsatisfied by mere frottage. Carefully using his claws, he cut off the offending tights and underlying underwear but left the loincloth in place - enjoying seeing it fulfill its function in the most inadequate manner possible. Bullseye’s erection was plainly visible beneath it and Daken had easy access to everything interesting. And Lester did make a delicious display.
“Hey, Daken, have you seen-- eek my eyes, my eyes!” Mac cried out and cowered in the open doorway. Daken stopped his pleasurable activities with a huff, glaring at Mac who was hiding his face in his hands.
“What? I’m a bit busy here,” Daken remarked slipping into a purr, “unless you’d like to join in?”
“What? No! Fuck no! J-just, Osborn told us to find Bullseye--” Mac stammered and cringed as he inadvertently looked at them.
“You’ve found him,” Daken replied, kissing Lester and then biting him gently on the ear. “All in one piece. What’s it to Norman?”
“He wigged out at breakfast when we were talking -- eh, about you, actually. Acted real strange - even for him - and then bolted. Osborn told us to track him down and stuff,” Mac explained, glancing only slightly to affirm what he had seen and then shuddering in disgust at the sight of it.
“Well, that’s one mystery less,” Daken remarked, mostly to himself, bouncing Lester in his lap a little, making him moan loudly. “Drugs most likely then.”
Mac grimaced and shook like a wet dog, shying away from them as if it helped matters.
“So, what now?” Daken muttered, slightly resentful of Mac’s interruption. Lester whined in his lap, rubbing his body against his, dismayed by the lack of attention.
“--medical?” Mac hazarded, still with the same look of intense disgust bordering on terror.
“Hmm, yes. I’ll take care of that,” Daken responded absentmindedly, caressing Bullseye’s face, who leaned into his touch. “You go along and tell Norman all is in hand, yes?”
“Yeah-- gonna go ahead and tell him alright, you fuckin’ perv,” Mac gulped and ran away.
“Yes, I’ll take good care of you,” Daken murmured to Bullseye who latched down on Daken’s neck, biting and sucking - it would doubtfully leave a mark but Daken appreciated the thought.
“Now where were we?” Daken hummed, petting his shaved head and neck. “I’m afraid that we’ll have to keep in short.”
With a smile, Daken offered his fingers to Bullseye’s eager mouth who took him in without a moments hesitation, sucking and licking. After he was satisfied with the wetness, Daken slipped them out again and instead slid his fingers down the cleft of Bullseye’s ass, playing with him gently. The dirty noise that escaped Lester’s mouth made Daken growl in response and slip in a slick finger, spreading his cheeks with the other hand. Pleased by the empty tightness, Daken pressed in another one which Bullseye welcomed happily by fucking himself on his fingers, moaning as Daken crooked his fingers inside of him.
Impatient and aroused, Daken removed his hand and released his own erection from its confines - happy that he was wearing his own clothing, and no underwear, that day. Just as he positioned himself at his slick hole, Bullseye sank down on his cock with a content sigh.
“Ah!” Daken cried out then chuckled darkly, savoring the feeling, “You naughty boy, so this is what you want?” he hissed in Bullseye’s ear, his breath hot on Lester’s sweat-slicked skin. A keening noise and something that might have been interpreted as an affirmative left Lester’s lips as Daken grabbed Bullseye by his ass and hips, setting a rough and torturous pace. They kiss and breathe each others air, Lester jerking his own cock, awkwardly pressed between their clothed bodies. He comes with a broken sob and Daken followed shortly thereafter - pushed to his own edge by the noises Lester made as his ass tightened around Daken’s cock.
“Ah- ah- that felt good,” Daken shuddered, slipping free of his body, “such a good boy.”
“Now, let’s get you looked at before Norman decides to send to dogs after you,” Daken murmured into Lester’s neck, slapping at Bullseye’s ass to get him to move. After some needlessly difficult maneuvering, Daken managed to guide his still incoherent, and unwilling to part with him, team mate to medical.
The following attempted massacre was not officially recognized but new - stricter - guidelines of storage and supply of medication were implemented. Daken found this a bit disappointing. However, Bullseye’s new-found mindless lust was consolation enough, especially when they ended up in Daken’s bed.
FIN
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