Starting us off with some Lester because we could all use more Lester. Those swimsuit specials were crazy.

Curiosity: have we ever seen a Daken version of the 'Ooh, Mister Darcy' comic? I think we need one.

>>43782
It better be "Bullseye I am home now" or I will be piss.

>>43798
And 'I will leave my scarf on' needs to be included.

>>43798
>>43800

Done!

>>43829
Oh my God, you are the greatest person. I love you. Something about Lester's expression in the GAZE panel is especially hilarious to me. It must be his pouty lip.

>>43829

This is so.. beautiful. I can't decide whether my favourite part is leaving the scarf on, or Venom's Stupid Sexy Daken moment at the end.

>>43829

I needed this more than you think, thanks.

>>43829

Venom is my favorite part of this.

>>43840
>>43871
>>43901
>>43908

Oh goodness you guys are making me blush, you're very welcome!

If you aren't reading Wade Wilson's War, you should be. If Lester's pose isn't yelling 'I'm on a boat, bitch', I don't know what it is.

Leading into a question of wondering if there's any Bullseye x Deadpool out there?

Guys, I lost some of my bookmarks(/an entire HDD) and I'm in the mood for some slutty bottom!Daken. (I had my bookmarks organized by kink.) I'm skimming through the kink meme but I'm finding mostly Daken topping, or only reluctantly bottoming. My connection is ridiculously slow where I am right now, so this is getting frustrating.

So, share relevant links plz?

>>43915
Pirate Booty 1
By Anonymous
Taken From the Marvel Kink Meme

It takes a few weeks to get to him, but then it really gets to him. It’s probably his teammates, bunch of overpowered human nukes. But this is a personal score, really, and just because it sort of had something to do with his job doesn’t mean that it actually has anything to do with his job. But, conveniently, fucking over that ugly son of a bitch should keep him from putting rulers, screwdrivers, and the TV remote through Ms. Marvel, alien boy, that Daken fag, and Norman fucking Osborn’s faces. At least Mac is solid, when he’s not hungry at least.

“This is nice,” he says when Osborn’s boat lands in Jallarka. Technically speaking, as far as anyone thinks, he’s on ‘vacation.’ It makes him laugh.

But the island is nice, real shiny and warm and tropical. South Pacific sort of thing, much more Deadpool’s schtick than his. Ms. Marvel and Daken are just twisting in their lacy panties out of jealousy, but he’s just a little more “dangerous” than they are and he needs “vacation” for his “health.” Like he’s not going to kill some bitches out on this rich rock in the ocean like he would anywhere else.

Same Bullseye, just a different backdrop and a different costume.

At least this is getting him out of the Hawkeye get up, parts of that were starting to feel a little like a skirt—though maybe they wouldn’t have if Daken hadn’t pointed it out.

He’s not far in at all before he spots a pirate ship. With an honest to God jolly roger on it. And accessory fishnets. Well, and a lot of guns and canons. That he can appreciate, but all the salty dog stuff is just tacky. And no one else could be that tacky.

Check into the hotel? Or just go face off with Deadpool right off the bat?

Ha! Like that’s even a question.

He pounds on the side of the boat and a whole load of faces peer over the edge.

“Permission to board!” he hollers up at them.

“Who’s that?” someone calls. Not Deadpool. Not worth answering.

“Rookie!” Deadpool’s voice yells out, still gravelly even when he’s shouting.

“Buddy ol’ pal, whatcha doin’ here?”

“Come to put down a little piracy for the man!” he shouts up.

Deadpool laughs. A rope ladder comes tumbling down and he catches it before it’s even fully unfurled. Bag over his shoulder it feels sort of wild and ridiculous to be climbing up a ratty rope ladder past turret-mounted submachine guns and rocket launchers.

“Thank your boss for me!” Deadpool tells him. Sets his teeth on edge.

“This ain’t really ‘layin’ low,’” he points out.

“That’s what you think,” Deadpool replies.

“Sir,” some freak in a parrot suit starts. “Rawwwk! Mr. Wilson, sir? Isn’t this the Avenger Hawkeye?”

Deadpool busts a gut laughing and in answer Lester just pulls off his hat. Parrot boy shrinks back.

“What’s happening?” some chick in shades asks. “Who are you then?”

“Baby, I’m whoever you want me to be,” he says, smooth as could be.

“Step off, rookie,” Deadpool snaps. A punch is thrown and just as easily dodged.

“I can’t even smell anything on you,” the chick says. That makes him grin. Yeah, he’s still got it.

“Isn’t she good at that?” Deadpool says, clearly excited.

“I am totally gonna score,” he adds in a faux-conspiratorial whisper. The lady can clearly hear him, but doesn’t even flinch. Kidnapping maybe? He really had Wilson pegged as kind of a softie, y’know, want to buy some broad dinner before he made a pass. Probably why he hasn’t gotten any in a couple decades, guy like him with standards like that.

“What is she blind or something?” he asks.

“Actually,” the girl says, but he misses that, because Deadpool’s already leaping for him.

Freaks the parrot guy out bad and once the blind bitch can hear them wailing on each other she gets all fussy too.

“What are you doing?” she demands.

“Mr. Wilson! He’s dangerous!”

“Alright everybody!” Deadpool shuts them up. Then he gets all up in Bullseye’s face.

“Let’s take this below deck,” he says. Yeah, shit just got serious.

Below deck there’s a lot of beer bottles and old taco wrappers and pirate chests full of some serious coin. Alright, sticking Wilson to the wall and robbing him blind should be pretty simple now, actually. The parrot and the blind chick aren’t really going to be able to stop him.

Close quarters are not his favorite, but it doesn’t change anything. Just adds a little hand to hand before he has a chance to pull a knife out and stick ‘Pool in the eye. That’s not as satisfying as it ought to be when Wilson snaps a few of his fingers for the trouble.

“Got yer gun!” he crows. “Whatcha gonna do about it?”

The setting’s a bitch when Deadpool has him shoved against the slatted wood walls of this dinky little pirate ship. Wilson smells like gunpowder and blood, two of Lester’s favorite things. He also smells like taco sauce and suntan lotion, though, and those have to be two of his least favorite things. Not that he doesn’t smell like suntan lotion himself. He’s sunburned his scalp before. Hurts like a bitch.

“Okay, this is too weird, rookie, you’re not responding to my taunts anymore.” The guy sounds just absolutely disappointed.

“Just waiting for you to get distracted,” he growls out. Shoulder dislocation gets shoved harshly back into place just as quickly as it’s out of joint.

He gets both hands around Deadpool’s neck, so though Wilson’s still got him up against a wall, he’s not quite as good at coming off of strangulation as he is, say, getting his head blown off. It’ll give him time to rob and run.

“Are you—happy—to—see me?” Wilson chokes out with the barest bit of air. It does strange things to his rough voice.

“No that’s definitely a gun in my pocket,” he says.

But, God help him, he is oddly turned on. Somehow this is Daken’s fault, or the smell of gunpowder and blood, or the violence, or the challenge, or the close quarters hand to hand combat. Lots of easy things to blame it on, easy enough to twist himself out of any corner he backs himself into. Just like now.

Deadpool pulls the knife that Lester stuck in his face and presses the sharp, bloodied point to Bullseye’s lower eyelid.

“Fuck.”

“What? You never taken it in the eye yourself?” Deadpool jokes. “You really look like the kind of guy.”

“Shut up,” he says, but the fear of losing his hands or his eyes cripples him for a moment.

Deadpool slips out of his grasp and he snarls, lunges, and misses.

“Okay, lil’ Bullseye is definitely enjoying this a little too much,” he says. He’s pointing.

“It’s nothing,” Lester snaps. “Adrenaline.”

“I’m flattered, really,” Wilson says. He is so obviously smirking under his mask.

“But I don’t swing that way.”

Okay, at that? Lester’s got to laugh.

“Uh huh,” he says. “You know the whole planet knows about you and that guy who had the private island, right?”

Deadpool crosses his arms over his chest and, almost literally, the temperature in the room drops a couple degrees. He really expects to have to block or dodge a sudden hit to the face. He might not miss it. Wilson is fast, one of the fastest.

“At least when I went good, I meant it,” he says.

Lester laughs again, because it’s not as if that kind of bullshit matters to him. He always wanted to be a villain. This is just a minor inconvenience until he can back to having a little bit of his integrity and freedom back.

“At least going good didn’t make me gay,” Lester snaps back.

“That reminds me, I talked to Logan recently, he was wondering how his kid was doing,” Deadpool drawled.

It sets Bullseye’s teeth on edge. He throws a punch and, of course, it meets perfectly with Wilson’s nose under his mask. The crunch of cartilage is satisfying even if it’ll be fine in a moment.

“Ow,” Deadpool says, not really meaning it. He readjusts his nose and let’s Bullseye stand and seethe for a moment. Then he flips him around by the shoulders and has both his arms twisted up around his back this time, not just one.

“Whoa!” Bullseye shouts. “What the hell is that?!”

>>44000
Pirate Booty 2
By Anonymous
Taken From the Marvel Kink Meme

“Sorry,” Wilson says, right into his ear. “Couldn’t help myself. You’re such a smooth talker.”

“You’re sick, Wade, but this is crossing a line,” Lester snaps back.

“You don’t like it?” he asks. His tone is playful and joking, like it usually is. It’s not the threatening, badass bullshit he can pull sometimes when he means business. And of course his mind is fractured like a storefront window in a riot, so he probably doesn’t.

“I mean, I just got some recently and I’m probably gonna score with the blind chick, but you seemed really eager.”

There’s a gloved hand sneaking creeping down his stomach, finger by finger, and he swallows down, because he is, actually, quite ‘eager.’

And it’s one hand that Deadpool’s foolishly taken off his hold on Lester’s wrists. He’s got a hand free in a moment and in the next he’s twisted around and breaking Wade’s collarbone with the strong edge of his palm. Wade’s still got him by one arm, but there’s broken fingers on that one. The clavicle made a really satisfying, erotic snap and after that he’s yanking Wilson in for a harsh, muted kiss. His mask does not taste particularly clean, but Bullseye doesn’t care enough to pull it up.

They fall to the floor, unexpectedly, and something gets crunched under Deadpool’s back.

“Hey! Hey!” he protests. “Be a little gentle! That hurt!”

Lester laughs.

“I don’t believe in gentle.”

He’s still kind of reeling from how fast he’s gone from fighting Deadpool to wanting to fuck him. He eyes the chests full of gold, honest to fuck gold, and figures this is as good a distraction as any.

He gets his hands around Wade’s throat, kissing him. Wilson presses a finger into the hand bones he broke and makes Lester jump back in pain. Deadpool wrestles him to the ground.

“Wouldn’t hurt to try a little tenderness,” he says. He pulls his mask up over his lips and gives this really gentle, sweet, soft, romantic kind of kiss while he pins Lester to the floor on his stomach.

He doesn’t like he, but he does. He bites Wilson until he tastes blood, but he can feel him arching his back past points of normal flexibility, not to get away, but to feel Deadpool pressing down on him.

“Fuck,” he hisses out. “This is not how I saw this going.”

“We’re just working out our unresolved tension for the fangirls,” Deadpool explains, as if that is any explanation at all. Just nonsense.

“Yeah, I got fans,” Lester snaps. “But they’re more interested in me sticking people full of shit. Violently.”

Wilson giggles. Crazy son of a bitch.

Bullseye lets him undo his fly, even lifts his hips and makes it possible. He feels a rough hand against his belly, so different from the smooth leather of gloves. Wade jerks him off a little, until he’s really on edge. Then he feels Deadpool pressing his cock against him, hot and dry.

It makes him freak a little bit, at first, but he knows it’ll actually really fucking hurt and he doesn’t trust that Wilson isn’t crazy enough to stop if he tears him up. Bullseye has been to hospitals for some weird shit, but this would be difficult even for him.

“Sorry, sorry,” Wilson is whispering. “Really I’ll respect you in the morning. Don’t want to hurt somebody actually willing to—“

“Will you just shut up and go slow,” he snaps off. “Sheesh. It’s fine.”

It hurts, actually, but not as much as his throbbing hand, or as badly as a fucking meathook through the chest. There are degrees of hurt and this one is kinda nice, like the pain in underused muscles when he gets out of traction.

“Fuck,” he curses. “Shit.”

It’s slow and it still hurts. He doesn’t like slow, it makes him impatient, but when he bucks back onto Wilson’s cock it really, really fucking hurts.

“I guess I always sort of figured we’d end up like this,” Wilson is babbling. “I mean, when you think about it. Our whole relationship has been building to this kind of thing. We should really do this again.”

“We’re not even done,” Lester snarls. “Hurry the fuck up. I just want to get off.” And rob you blind, he thinks.

But it’s slow, has to be slow, and painful, but it makes him shake and grunt and thrust down into Wade’s rough hand.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants until he comes.

Wilson babbles something about Mexican food and guns and wonderful things when he comes, rough voice going quick and tight. Then he pulls out, rolls over and starts snoring.

“Seriously?” Bullseye asks no one in particular. “Man, you’re worse about this than I am. And usually when I’m done the bitch is dead.”

But still, he grabs all the cash he can hold, and some very, very expensive ammunition just because, and heads out.

It’s not until he gets to the hotel that he realizes that his clothes, his ticket off the island, his cell phone, and his wallet are all gone. This time, though, it makes him laugh.

“Alright, Wilson, you’re the best.”

Whatever. He’s gotten out of places with less than the cash and guns he has. And maybe he’ll just have to come back again to settle this score.

>>44001

gods, loved it when I first read it at the meme and still love it now

>>44001
This... it's amazing in so many ways. I love it. Thank you so much for posting it!

Also, new content from a /co/ gaythread always makes me happy.

Also, some hilarity. I can't stop laughing at Daken's face.

Dear anons,
How exactly Lester looks like?
I have seen few [read: not much] comics with him in it and every time he is drawn he is drawn differently.
Is there a consensus?

>>44035
How exactly do you mean? Most artists have their different interpretations, but Lester usually looks the same in recent comics. The only real changes he's had... speaking as a Daredevil nerd here, he didn't always shave his head, but those were old, old comics. He's a blond, but recent comics always have him shaved so it always seems like a little bit of trivia to me (total aside: I think it would be amusing for Daken to discover Lester's hair color through... other hair, if you catch my drift, and be very amused about it). There was a time where he had nothing on his forehead at all, then he had the bull's eye as a tattoo, and then it was made into a scar, courtesy of Daredevil carving in into his skin with a rock. Good story, by the way.

He dressed casually for a few arcs of Daredevil, but nowadays he'd always in costume. Either his own or Hawkeye's, but Hawkeye has been dropped with the rest of the Dark Avengers being shut down.

To summary before I get into a really bizarre ramble here: Lester's bald, scarred, blue (usually, comics are inconsistent in eye color a hell of a lot) eyes, and he's pretty muscular but not too buff.

... that was so much longer than it needed to be. Er. Was that the sort of answer you were looking for? I'm afraid I might have just went on a tangent about nothing, showing just how insane I am. Oh boy.

>>44039
Oh. I feel like I should also add that whenever Maleev drew him, he had multiple piercings in his ear. This is something I miss.

Okay. I am honestly going to stop now.

>>44039
You're almost dead-on actually.
I've seen >>43782 picture and got so very confused over blond hair and... well... all the rest, I've needed to ask before my head exploded.
I'm... Kind of ridiculously grateful he does not, in fact, look like Professor X as he appeared in C&DP. Random is random, I know.
>>44043
I've just got a vision of Daken worrying said piercings with his teeth while making fun of Lester's downstairs hair color.
That's would be your fault anon. I don't even like Daken.

>>44052

It has been my experience that you don't have to like Daken to want to watch him fuck people (over). Or to fuck him, really. Mmhm, yep.

So what is everyone looking forward to now that Dark Avengers has ended?

>>44110

I'm personally worrying over Shadowland, where they have implied that Lester will die.

>>44137 more of the same

>>44030
Oh god I love this. Anyone know the artist?

>>44052
I had no idea how much I wanted that until now.

>>44137
I'm excited for Shadowland myself. While the covers seem very grim (especially this one, for crying out loud), when you read the interviews with the writer, he does admit Daredevil is going to do something very bad to him, which leaves him having to crawl off for some help, but he'll survive it. I can't imagine what Daredevil is going to do, though, that seems to be as bad as killing him.

When it comes to teasers and things, I try to keep in mind that Marvel is misleading. Remember the Siege promo with Logan unmasking Daken, and Logan was nowhere near Asgard for the actual event? Yeah. There's times of things like that.

>>44142
Sadly, it was an anon at /co/ posting their own works for a gaythread, so I don't know. I wish I could find more of them.

>>44110
Gee, thread four seems to belong to Lester, doesn't it?

Continuing here, apart from Dark Wolverine and Shadowland, I'm going to follow anything to do with Norman. Nothing will convince me that this is not Void and Goblin mixed together. One anon suggested it, and I was all over that.

Polite sage for my posting twice in a row here.

I seem to have the good fortune to catch drawfriends when they're on /co/.

My new favorite reaction image.

Posting this one too mostly for amusement of the tattoo. It's the same artist as >>44030 if the expression wasn't a give-away.

This just in: MAC. The things you get from just talking to people... I'm in awe of how sweet Edi is.

>>44030

I am loving the rollers in Logan's hair. ROLLERS IN LOGAN'S HAIR.

>>44183

I love how the artist draws Daken. That creepy toothy grin cracks me up.

>>44187

I really want to give him a hug :3

And not my fic, but must link. Family fluff, but Daken gives some guy a blowjob so it's /coq/ related enough for me - http://marvelkink-v2.livejournal.com/597.html?thread=150869#t150869

>>44039
picture. from where is it?
>>44137>>44138>>44146
lester is going to have a Bad Day. shame really I hate matt murdock so much, might be fun.
>>44148
what's wrong with lester?
and also, will anon be bringing any goblin/norman porn? preferably with size difference kink where osborn is impaled on this big, giant green cock and suffering through orgasms?

>>44379
It's from volume two of Daredevil. Lester shows up at the end of issue 48, and 49 is where he gets his scars.

All of Shadowland seems to be summarized with 'Lester has a bad day'. This picture is related.

>>what's wrong with lester?
Nothing? I didn't say there was. I adore Lester!

I dunno. This writefag kind of wants to work, but I'm not sure if I'm feeling the right inspiration.

>>44426
Greatest Villain? Um...
I think Marvel got very ikonic take on its covers. As in they look terminally cool, but dig just a little deeper and you'll find out it's all bullshit.
Writefag,
Go with the bad_day theme but have Lester be a AU lawyer. End everything with ice-cream under a magnificent, setting sun. ...I know. I'm sorry.

Well, the good news is that Daken isn't wearing his father's costume any more!

The bad news is that one of the most /fa/ men in Marvel has apparently decided to wear a sort of gaudy bronze and gold ensemble with a giant condom on his head. First Noh, now Daken ;__;

>>44635
Has anyone here watched DS9 and remember who Odo was? If yes, enjoy your trauma. You will see it, just look again.
Also, this is probably the ugliest thing I saw in a good, long time. Daken did a lot of things for show in DW and DA maybe he dressed for show too and this atrocity is his honest choice?

>>44635
What is this I don't even. What are you wearing, Daken?

Hopefully it'll be less garish when drawn by other people? I am honestly flinching.

Insomniac is amazing and drew this for my request on /co/. I wouldn't post it here (because... Laura) but it seems appropriate right now. It should be the other way around now though, apparently...

This one looks a little better but it's still pretty ugly

>>44635
Aww hell naw. C'mon Marvel, at least put a scarf on it.

>>44641
I laughed out loud.

>>44642
Gotta admit, though, the zipper in the crotch is a nice touch. Very *convenient*

>>44642
If it was darker like this, I'd understand, since he's meant to be an assassin. The garish colors are what make me cringe.

>>44643
Scarves make EVERYTHING better.

According to the solicitations:
>>Variant Cover by MARKO DJURDJEVIC
Marko makes everything look pretty. I will await to see his version. With fingers crossed.

>>44644
Nice, I wasn't the only one thinking that.

Spoilered for boobies.

Don't worry guys, I fixed it.

>>44644
Oh wow. I didn't even notice that until now.

>>44648
IMPROVED 150%. The scarf looks so... majestic. I can't stop laughing.

>>44648
And now do this thing with colors. You know, the one Andy Warhol did with Merlin Monroe picture. It will be awesome. I myself am partial to forest green costume, and pink scarf.
Why does he even need this thing on his head? Are people in Marvel'verse are stupid enough not to recognize claws when face is covered? Sailor moon paradox?

>>44642
I seriously went "WHAT ARE YOU WEARING" out loud.

>>44654
lol wut Merlin.

Daken gave Buddha a facial?

Laura and Daken would take over the world by shear awesome if they were actually able to get along. Also,
genetically speaking should I use term mother or father
while explaining who X-23 is to Daken?

>>44667
Why so sulky despite your herd of bitches, Daken? Is it because Lester has gone to play with Daredevil? There, there, dear...

While we're discussing outfits, I always thought little Daawken from X-babies could have actually been turned into a workable design if non-d'aawe-ifed. I just really like the color on him, and the vest would appeal to his habits of showing off skin. Yes, I am fully aware of how ridiculous this sounds.

>>44667
Is that face of a man who just came?

He is never interested in womens. There are always some around him, begging to be done most times, and... It's kind of insulting how he is never interested in any of the babes. I seriously wonder does he even like sex or is it always about manipulation?

>>44671
... Are we keeping the shorts or not?

>>44672
It's pretty much stated that the sex is all about power and manipulation to him. So, when it's just a bunch of random women pawing at him, I suppose there wouldn't be much about that to satisfy him? Opposed to when he manipulated Norman, Karla and Lester, for example, which was a challenge and power play. Which ties in to why he kind of shot Karla down when she figured out it was all a game to him.

>>44676
... I thought they were capris, actually. But shorts could work?

>>44677>44676
Shorts? Can you really imagine Daken in shorts? Maybe short-shorts? Or, why bother with shorts at all? Something akin to first Robin costume would work! It's not like he have to worry about safety right? It all grows back.

>>44682
I am now imagining Daken as a sidekick. In shorts.
Probably Romulus's sidekick, then.

>>44635
DEAR GOD I hope its temporary! It is sooo not him on every level! Why did marvel have to fail on him like this! I love Daken, but I could barely take him seriously in the Wolvie costume, now this? Ruined my happy outlook on the coming months.

>>44670
I have always seen her as a half-sister. I think most do to and genetically speaking it is correct.

>>44672

That is the face of a man who appears to have forgotten how to use his chopsticks.

Or is suffering from delicious tendon damage courtesy of papa Wolvie. :d

Fresh from /co/. "Why do our redesigns suck, Melissa? Why?!"

>>44683
I laughed at the visual. Romulus being terrible to Daken never fails to crack me up for some reason.

>>44683
So... Romulus is a Batman? Huh. That would make Logan a... Two-Face? Joker?
Daken would rock Nightwing's costume though. Now I know what kind of out-of-season holiday porn I wanna write: Lester/Daken while Deken is a Nightwing and Lester is Slade. Buahaha! *khe khe*

>>44670
Genetically speaking? Get a hold of yourself, anon. This is Marvel-science we have to deal with here.

>>44670
Wait what? X is a clone of Daken's father. That's not 'mother'. That's not 'mother' at all.

>>44692

Romulus is Ra's al Ghul, Batman is Logan and Daken is Damian

>>44707
I want Deadpool to ponder that. He would go with mommy unless daddy would proof to piss both Laura and Daken. The whole thing is pretty fucked up. I like it.
>>44682>>44683>>44692>>44752
put-out or shut up. this shit is mindblowing

>>44644 "Gotta admit, though, the zipper in the crotch is a nice touch. Very *convenient*"

YES. The only thing about that outfit that feels like Daken is that zipper. Lester'd have a field day.

>>44671

>>44645
Assassin. Is Daken an assassin? Is that his job? Hobby? He likes killing people but... Is he an assassin in the same capacity Lester is? For all I know his day-job is being fashion designer.
>>44766
Anon, for some reason this thing brought Joe Dick to my mind. All the randomness in this thread must be getting to me.

>>44769

I now what fic where fashion designer is Daken's day job. And nobody dares tell him his shit's got too many buckles.

>>44782
His assistant; who leads the company [named after something Japanese and extreme] when he is busy eviscerating people, is a big, black woman who also does all press-spots. Daken is known as very elusive and private genius of pretentious wear known mostly to people who think buckles and stripes and toxic fuchsia are signs of non-conformism.
... I'm sorry /qoc/. I couldn't stop myself.

>>44766
All I could think of was:

Daken, UPS Deliveryman!

>>44642
After a discussion on another site about how this is basically a giant condom suit, I came up with this piece of cracktastic goodness.

You have been warned.

)o( )o( )o( )o( )o( )o( )o( )o( )o(
SCENE: Billy and Teddy are walking through a park at night together, holding hands. There is romantic music playing. They are staring deep into each others eyes. They come to a secluded spot.

BILLY: Oh, Teddy, I had a wonderful time this evening.

TEDDY: So did I, Billy. (looks pointedly at a conveniently placed blanket that has candles and wine) You know what would make it even more wonderful?

TROJAN HORSE: *whinnies* (damned if I can remember how to spell horse noises)

(Camera pans up to see TROJAN MAN/DAKEN riding in valiantly on TROJAN HORSE)

(TROJAN MAN theme phrase)

TROJAN MAN: (jumps off TROJAN HORSE, stands before the two lovers in traditional Superman pose) Stop right there, young homosexual lovers. Before engaging in a night of carnal pleasure, you must remember safety first!

BILLY: (like a thankful damsel) Oh, thank goodness you are here, Trojan Man! (long pause) Um, aren't you supposed to give us the condoms now?
TROJAN MAN: Oh, I'll give them to you all right (undoes his zipper). All you have to do is suck the condom out of my pants (leers at BILLY and TEDDY) or we could even make this a three way!

(TROJAN MAN jingle)

(camera pans away as we hear excited giggling and other sex noises. Sorry, folks, but this is a commercial, so no real sex)

ANNOUNCER: Remember to practice safe sex, or you might wind up in an MPREG. And don't forgot to try our new flavors: watermelon and lime!

*end commercial*

New Dark Wolverine.

>>44806
YEEEEEAAAH
Well, this was a gay issue.

>>44806

Fffffantastic.

>>44667>>44808
Is this guy always so constipated? Doesn't he have some kind of healing factor? Can people like that even get constipated enough to be able to make such faces?

He's not gay, he's an asshole. Bad smelling one.

>>44766

I LOVE IT. The shorts and the little booties- baby Daken is now officially more /fa/ than adult Daken with his horrible cowl.

saw this and though: WTF? Daken!
needed to share

you missed more gay moments

>>44875 and

>>44868

...is that Adam Lambert?

>>44883
No, it's not. As much as it pains me, Lambert is hotter that that in a make-up and probably wouldn't get out a hotel room without it. So that's a no.
>>44806
I haven't read it yet so will kind anon tell me has Daken killed this guy? He's got this weird thing for killing/otherwise destroying men he plays with so I'm wondering.

>>44889
no, he didn't kill him. he doesn't do anything, really. he has an inner monologue for 20+ pages and if you haven't read it, skip the shit out of it. even for a filler issue, this was horrible.

>>44889
and no, that's def some glambert.

>>44892
I have to agree with that.
All the exposition was essentially pointless and quite frankly confusing. What with all the moralization? It might have been kind of cool in Prince ark but is this going to be a theme? Are we going to have to sit through a *Way of life according to Daken* in Dark Wolverine? Because that's... wholly unappealing. I was a teenager once too.
But, >>44889, don't skip it. Art is quite decent and, if you here, you are probably going to enjoy Daken being... flirty.

>>44892

Dude, it takes like ten minutes to read if you take your sweet-ass time. Considering this is a gay porn board, I would expect most or all of the participants here would find 20+ pages of Daken flirting with a guy to be appealing enough to take 10 minutes to read it.

DAKENS EVERYWHERE.

Disappointingly, I think it's just a generic enemy design rather than an army of Daken clones.

>>44929
Army of Daken clones... It would not only be awesome, but also pretty logical. If I was to be a evil mastermind I would totally pay some serious money to have a company, or even a platoon, of a self-healing fighters with genetically attached weapons. No need for armor, nor need for ammunition... And just think about the possibility of ordering them to make out and making a fortune on hot!gay!identical!quadruples!porn.

Also those guys really do look like Daken. Where is it from?

>>44766
Fffahahaha, this is perfect! I love it so much more than I should. You're so amazing. I love your art.

Taking the moment to say my Norman/Sentry prompt at the kink meme was filled, and wonderfully so. I think it deserves to be shared. http://marvelkink-v2.livejournal.com/597.html?thread=153941#t153941

:D

>>45189

Oh wow that's nice.

>>45189
Holy hhhngghh that is beautiful and intense, my God.

>>45189

Oh my god, I am never leaving my bunk again. Love everything about this.

>>45189
Oh lol, is Daken giving a thumbs-up?

>>45238

Haha, you win for noticing. XD

>>45284
Pond, you are amazing. I honestly have no words.

How much pleading would it take to get some Lester from you?

>>45291

Naw. Not much. Drawfag just needs to know if you want him with or without Daken.

>>45313
I will hear no words otherwise! Seriously, you are too good to us. Hngh, oh God, you ARE too good. W-with? I might melt.

>>45291

:D

>>45344

Oh god you should never stop drawing Daken ever. I love that you make him look Asian, it's really sad how rare that is <3

>>45344
Oh my hhhhh-- melting had been reached. I... I second the notions above. Your Daken is so delicious, always such a smug son of a bitch, and you made Lester look appropriately vicious. That snarl does things to me. Everything about this does things to me. Wonderful, horrible things. I wish I had the right words for it, but nothing can cover it.

Thank you. So much. You are the greatest person ever. Please never stop.

>>45344

OH GODS YES

*dies*

>>45344

Hi, I'm wondering if I can pimp you on LJ? the gayreign and marvel_slash communities to be more precise?

>>45344
g-g-guh

>>45407

It's all fine by me, all my fanart is CC licensed (by-nc-sa). I'm on DW as ponderosa, Y! as ponderosa121, and all my new stuff always goes up on both. ...except this last one since it was late and I was drunk.

>>45432

Thanks! I'm certain that they'll love this!

Writefag from the previous thread here is feeling kind of down and uninspired. Is there anything you guys want to see done? Like before, I can do Bullseye/Daken and Bullseye/Daredevil, what do I have to do for fanart of that pairing? There is honestly nothing and it makes me so sad possibly more Logan/Daken though it's not my strong suit, same for Venom and Deadpool, since we're talking about them. I know this thread needs more Ares, Norman and Sentry (preferably those last two together again, so sad) but I can't write them properly. Prompts? In advance, if I don't produce, I'm sorry.

In the meantime, have some Lester putting some fetishes on display. This mini-story was fun. I think Daken would approve of the display.

Bullseye/Daredevil anything is hard to find. Probably because this is very rule 34 combination. They are just not all that slashable/hot together.
>>45643
This makes me wonder why was Bullseye so easily rilled up by Daken's antics if he has no qualms to use tricks from exactly the same book.
Was that just... Very, very violent way of flirting?
Huh. I kind of like the idea.
Anon, here some prompts for you, lame 'cos I'm lame:
*Lester and ice-cream. Sunny afternoon after terrible day. You can work any angle with that, depending on who brings him ice-cream. [idea by some anon u there but I liked it]
*Void and green Goblin in some kind of buddy/buddy situation.
*Sentry being able to see Green Goblin. angst/porn/crack
*Lester&Wade watching TV together. With Venom for extra cookie while situation slowly degenerates into 13-year-old girls sleepover and biting each other about crushes and stuff.
*AU where Logan is a exasperated father of a teenage son. M-Preg.

>>45790
Really? I think they're very slashable if you read enough Daredevil. Especially considering DD: Noir, in which Bullseye was a woman, and Matt fell very madly in love with her.

>>This makes me wonder why was Bullseye so easily rilled up by Daken's antics if he has no qualms to use tricks from exactly the same book.
What's better, is the next page, where Lester goads him on with "Harder. Harder! Harder!", which I would post, but I'm preoccupied with something prettier.

I'm usually rather underwhelmed with Origins, but I kind of liked this issue more than my usual. The art is gorgeous. I love it when Daken actually looks Asian.

Also: oh boy, those prompts are more amusing than I ever expected. I'm not all that grand at humor, but I might give something a shot and see how it goes. I'm not sure about mpreg, though. Hahaha. I'm not that bold.

>>45913
Oh god delicious Asian Daken. Thanks anon, didn't realise this was out - or that Daken would be in it.

>>45913

Chriiist he looks fucking beautiful.

>>45790
Oh, fffft. Bullseye is so obsessed with Daredevil. C'mon

Yum, yum violence.

>>45960
So I'm not alone here? You've made me the happiest little person.

Here, have some Lester displaying his love through song as he's getting ready to go out and make Matt's life miserable. Again.

>>45964
Wow, Lester. WOW.

Lmfao, I just think it's so painfully obvious and hilarious that Bullseye has such an unhealthy obsession with DD and I love the violence/hate aspect. It's kiiiiinda like Batman/Joker (with Joker being the antithesis to Batman as Bullseye is to Daredevil) only with tighter costumes and less clown make up.

>>45965
Me too. I cannot help having a really big attraction to dynamics like that.

The best example is one of my favorite arcs in the older comics - despite having the crackiness old comics tend to have - is where Matt lost his memory, and Lester decided to parade around as DD to tarnish his name. Of course, Lester, being mentally unbalanced, let this get to his head and really started thinking he was Daredevil. In turn, when Matt figured things out, he dressed as Bullseye when he faced him. The entire fight was basically a mindfuck, revealing all these very compromising ideals they had of each other while they were pretending to be one another. This page makes me whibble in a very strange way.

I really think the only fic out there is the one I've written myself... unless I'm not looking in the right places. It saddens me.

>>45969 and etc

Ha yeah, that issue was amajiiiing! I like the hate!pairing of DD/Bullseye, and would love to read more of it, but I keep thinking any story would have to end with them dead. Though I haven't caught up to recent DD, so maybe his new craziness would open up more possibilities.

Anyways, hmm maybe tonight I should try to be productive and see what I can do about moar art. :3

>>45969
Amazing.

I'm, likewise, b'awing about the lack of Daredevil/Bullseye out there. I think I've seen SOME stuff around, but I don't know. I need to go on a crazy search later.

>>45974
I think villain!DD opens up more opportunities. There was a Shadowland thread on /co/ once that discussed the theory of DD killing Lester, and having him resurrected as a minion of the Hand. I find this idea very easily to exploit. If that's something people want to see? Writefag is eager, but, uhm, I don't want to produce anything you guys don't want to see. Honestly, just throw ideas at me.

>>moar art
I would type fic until my fingers turned raw for more art - especially art of these two.

Politely saging.

>>45984
Anything with DD and Bullseye, I'd be crazy for.

Writefag produces! I'd actually like to read Shadowland before I start trying to write villain!Daredevil, so until then, I'm going off of >>45964 this page for inspiration. (It's so hard to find consistent lyrics for that song. I kept getting mixed words for certain lines, but I went with what seemed to sound the best.)

Warning for violence. This is Lester, after all. I hope you guys like?
==

It's the pain that wakes him first, strain on his arms, stretched high above his head and aching from carrying the burden of all his weight. He twists, and the chains around his wrists clatter, sounding too loud to his extra-sensitive ears and pounding head. There's pain in the back of his skull - pain everywhere, but this one is proving easily to be the worst - the blow that was responsible for taking him down and bringing him here: trapped.

His stirring his loud enough to rouse another, and Matt detects the sound of footfalls first, and then the excited rhythm of a heartbeat he should have not have been so familiar with. Suddenly, everything is very clear.

At Osborn's whim, he has been taken down, beaten, and left to Bullseye.

He's still wearing the mask, still shielded as Daredevil, and it's a small comfort. Masks mean little between the two of them now, something he's sure infuriates Bullseye as much as it does himself. There's little to break the silence save from Matt's shallow breathing, and the creak of the chains supporting him where he hung.

It's disturbing to him that he can hear Bullseye smile, and Daredevil narrows his eyes in turn. He expects a jibe, some declaration of victory. He and Bullseye have fought so many times before, but he has never had Daredevil as vulnerable as this, and the idea does not sit well in Matt's stomach. It twists and it churns, but Matt stays still, betraying nothing.

There's footsteps again, and Matt can smell something. Richness - wood - the arrows Bullseye is so fond of using now that he'd stolen Clint Barton's name. Bullseye chuckles slightly, a short-lived little snort of a sound that Daredevil has decided he very much does not like, though it's nowhere near as unsettling as the noise that follows.

Bullseye hums.

Daredevil tenses, and his sore body sends a protesting ache through him that he ignores. He remembers the church - how could he not? - its high walls echoing with Bullseye's voice, taunting and singing, the night he took Karen from him.

Matt wants to strangle the sound from his throat, the urge sudden and violent, but he won't get the chance, not with his hands bound. His legs can still work. He can kick out if Lester dares come too close. Matt hopes he's stupid enough to grant him the opportunity.

"It's that ole devil called love again," Bullseye purrs more than sings, circling back around him. "Gets behind me..."

Bullseye's heartbeat jumps, and that rich wood arrow that Matt had smelled is lodged into his shoulder with almost unnatural force. Matt chokes out a cry of pain, his body writhing, and he can feel Bullseye tremble.

"And keeps givin' me that shock again..." he finishes, a laugh vibrating through his voice as he steps away.

Matt gasps for breath, his fingers twitching and clenching into fists in attempt to brace himself through the pain, but it's impossible. He's hanging by his arms, every pound of his weight straining against that spot, making it impossible to ignore.

Lester is still singing when he faces him again, and he can hear the smile in his voice. "Suppose I didn't stay - ran away, wouldn't play," he drawls, voice strange and sick. "The devil, what a potion he would brew..."

There's something else, something Matt's mind, dizzy with pain and exhaustion, is late to decipher. He's dragged something along the ground with him, and Matt's eyes widen behind the mask.

"He'd follow me around..."

No...

"Build me up--"

The steel bat cracks up beneath his knee and Matt can hear bone snap, his voice breaking when he tried to shout.

"Tear me down--"

He comes down again and his right leg joins the other, and he hates rewarding Bullseye with a scream.

"'Til I'd be so bewildered," Lester almost sighs. "I wouldn't know what to do."

The pain is worse than being shot, strain on all the wrong places on his body, and the worst part, the very worst, is that Lester is moving closer to him, and Matt cannot lash out when clever fingers reach up to tug his mask away.

Matt is shaking, his breath sharp and strained. Agony is written on his face, and Matt knows it. Bullseye wants to see it, the sick bastard that he is. Matt clenches his jaw, narrows his unfocused, glassy eyes, and it's as much resistence as he can manage now. There's a noise he's very familiar with, one he's grown too used to associating with Bullseye, and he twists away when a playing card lightly brushes his cheek, but Lester stubbornly follows after him.

Matt wonders if it's an ace of spades, or a Jack.

"Might as well give up the fight again," Lester hums at him, his tone almost thoughtful, and it causes Matt to pause.

Bullseye's voice is lower now, something more darkly intimate, and it sends a sickly sensation creeping up his spine. Matt twitches and clenches his eyes shut when Lester slides the card across them. Harmless.

Bullseye would find pleasure in tearing out his eyes, wouldn't he.

Lester laughs slightly, and he's shaking his head from side to side. "I know darn well he'll convince me that he's right again."

Matt isn't thinking clearly through the pain. He cannot concentrate. The card slips down to his mouth, and Bullseye keeps it there, using enough pressure until he slices into the vulnerable flesh of his lower lip, and Daredevil hisses out.

"When he sings that sorry song," Lester whispers, a strange urgency in his hushed voice. "I just gotta tag along..."

That sick feeling in Daredevil's stomach twists when the card slips away, and Lester replaces it with his tongue, slowly, so slowly and so lightly, licking at the blood he'd drawn, and just barely catching his lower lip beneath his teeth. Matt can feel him tremble, hear his breathing hitch, smell his arousal spiking.

No. Not spades. He's holding hearts, isn't he?

Lester laughs, and it's unsteady, breathy and trembling as he leans his weight into Matt's suffering body, but he has to finish.

"With that ole devil called love."

>>45999

...NOMNOMNOMNOMNOM IT'S FULL OF STARS I love you anon and fudge who needs sleep

>>45984
Dunno if it was you who wrote the fic below, but to (both of) you, here is a... I don't know, clearly I need to figure out what I'm doing with my style. But hey, I still don't need sleep. :x Matt is offended by all of this.

>>46036
O-oh my gosh. Y-yes, both those posts were mine and o-oh my gosh I've never had someone illustrate something I've written before. This is incredible. You are incredible. I love the shading on Matt's skin, the subtle little scars, and his expression. Everything about this. Oh my gosh. I love it. I have no words for how grateful I am without just... gushing. I am awed. Thank you so much.

I LOVE BOTH OF YOU RIGHT NOW

Found this on tegayki.

>>46046
Oh holy HNGH. I shouldn't have such a fetish for seeing Matt looking so bruised up but it does things to me. That, and his eyes, but goddamn is it so beautiful.

Writefag loves everyone in this thread.

>>45999

Creepy!! (but awesome and I totally want some moar pls lovely writefag)

And they say reverse psychology don't work on /coq/...
>>45964
This costume... It is so... So... I can't even find words to describe it. How did he manage to look at himself? And on TV? My eyes... them bleeding...

Want.

>>46128
I've seen at least two fics for that scene with Clint. I'd dig them up, but I remember both featuring Karla very prominently. I'm not sure how that works for our rules, even if there's four other guys present to balance it out.

>>46098
Ha! I wonder if reverse psychology can get me more Norman/Sentry. Or more Norman in general.

>>46128
You're not alone. This even looks like porn. Whole scene is gangbang inspiring but I craved just Clint/Venom, OOC, sex-meant-to-devour!porn. there is non.
>>46130
When he changes his hair-style. Maybe.
Personally I love to see him used. Sexually. Or semi-sexually. Stuck in my head after this one fic where Sentry-gone-Void[ier] kept him immobile and crazy. Not even porn but so very, very hot.

>>46128
Hnnnnngh. Where is this from?!

>>46136
New Avengers Annual #3. Great read! It's up on /rs/ on 4chan.

>>46130
There's a bunch of Norman/Sentry at gayreign@LJ.

Again, you guys are all amazing, and thank you all so much. I wrote a little more, continuing from >>45999 I'm not entirely pleased with it, but it took my mind off of a bad day.
==

Daredevil is a contradiction, and something about that fact irks Lester in a strange way. Matthew Murdock is a good little Catholic boy with a fucking nun for a mommy for God's (heh) sakes, so one has to wonder when he runs around dressed as the devil to do his works of 'good'. Lester likes it, make no mistake, but it was just as fucking absurd as the idea of Lester going around killing folk and calling himself Christ.

It's away from the point, of course. It's about fear - and what Catholic could ever imagine better to use for such a thing? Matt isn't wearing the mask now, and he certainly isn't terrifying, hanging from his wrists with every sharp breath laced with sounds from the pain Lester had put him in.

As he leans his weight into Matt's broken body, Lester wonders what pain feels like for someone like him. Daredevil is sensitive to everything, so much that his blessing (and he would call it that, wouldn't he, little altar boy) far too easily became a curse. He could probably hear a pin drop from across the whole goddamn city, and while that made sneaking up on him a damn near impossibility, it was far too easy to deafen him as well. Lester remembers the subway - though vaguely at best - and he scowls.

On the other hand, Lester wonders what pleasure feels like for him.

Lester's mind drifts as his hands slide down Daredevil's chest, feeling it rise and fall with the strain of his breaths. The sensitivity is spread in all ways, isn't it? Amplified beyond what any normal person can comprehend...

When Lester's hand snakes down and cups his groin through the material of his costume, he wonders if Matt can stop himself from getting hard.

Lester rubs and squeezes down, and the answer would seem to be no.

A soundless shout greets him and a clatter in the chains when he tries to struggle. His devil hasn't breathed a word since he found himself here, and Lester isn't entirely sure what to make of that. Stubbornness, he supposes, but that suits him fine. He can get even better noises from him. Words are vastly overrated.

He's trying to fight it, and Lester can see it. Daredevil won't plead. No, that isn't like him. He'll just resist. His features tighten, the lashes covering his sightless eyes fluttering. They're beautiful, those useless eyes of his, Lester reflects, in a sick, deranged way. Lester pictures doing away with them: cupping Daredevil's face in his palms, caressing lidded eyes with his thumbs before driving them into the sockets, and watching the blood spill down his cheeks like tears. The fantasy alone makes him shiver. Daredevil doesn't need them, after all.

The delicate little slice Lester left with his card is still bleeding, a slim little trail trickling down his chin as Daredevil's lips tremble under his short, sharp breaths, and Lester is torn between the urges of savoring the image of it, or lapping the blood away. Groaning, he gives in, just barely letting his tongue flick out against Daredevil's chin. Lester shudders and he feels Matt's attempt to struggle, his expression a tight grimace. Can't have that. Lester squeezes his hand down on that undeniable erection, reprimanding him, and he receives a choked gasp for his trouble.

Lester doesn't let up, his hand squeezing and stroking Daredevil beneath his hand, and the barrier of his costume wasn't enough to protect him. He can't quite tell which sounds from Daredevil are pain, and which are pleasure, and the strange, sick blend of the two riles Lester in a way he couldn't have possibly anticipated.

The tremors in Daredevil's body are building, and they both know what's coming next. The realization sends shivers down to Lester's core, and he presses closer, moving his hand faster, harder, determination urging him onward. Daredevil is struggling, and Lester watches as he tosses his head back, eyes fluttering and closing.

"No," shouts Lester, voice raising in his sudden urgency - the first words to break the silence in far too long. "Look at me."

The very command is absurd, and Daredevil seems to react more in shock than genuine compliance, his eyes snapping open and staring somewhere distant - but he holds it, even when his face twists up in pleasure, his jerking futilely up into Lester's palm as he cries out.

Lester shakes and shivers like he's the one rocking with aftershocks. Slowly, he moves his hands up, cupping Daredevil's now flushed face. Lester holds him there, thumb grazing those dark circles beneath his eyes, and his fantasy returned to him. How easy it would have been...

No. Lester stops himself. He likes his eyes like this. They're expressive, useless, helpless in a way that didn't suit him, staring somewhere too far left of Lester, unfocused and milky - and yes, very very beautiful, even when Matt's face is a mask of cold, bitter offense.

Lester smiles almost serenely as he leans in, hands keeping Daredevil still as he covers those bruised, torn lips with his own. Matt struggles, the chains clatter, but Lester's fingers clench inside his hair to force him still. He tastes his blood, tastes him and he groans deeply, shivers going up his spine as he smirks against Matt's lips.

It's the first victory Lester has had over Daredevil in years, and this is the one that's going to last.

"I win, red," Lester tells him, and drives his tongue into Daredevil's open mouth.

>>46159
hgmodgmdlfkg omg

>>46128
OMM NOM NOM!!

>>46159
Hell of an awesome read, I loved it! You spoil us so much!

>>46170
/coq/... what have you done.
it's hot... is it? it is right? i am not alone here thinking *dear god, bite me like that whenever you want* am i?
does anyone have anything with butt-plugs? fic preferably, art will be worshiped non the less. as long as it's not dakne who's plugged. no to that one.

>>46172
Completely with you on the butt-plugs! Though I do like Daken with said accessory, I will admit someone who is more uncomfortable with the things would be a much more satisfying read/picture. The thought of someone going through their whole day with one in, and every move they make only reminds them of the domination and cruel infliction of pleasure/pain to come that evening (not to mention trying not to embarrass themselves in public), is one of my favorite kinks!

Daken/Lester, shameless clubfic! :D

-

Bass pounds up through the asphalt. Lester keeps to the shadows as a door cut through the side of the unmarked warehouse opens for Daken to saunter through. Neon bright enough to make his eyeballs bleed spills out into the muggy night. It doesn't matter if it's Norman or Logan playing at being Daken's daddy. Like every other love-starved teenager, all he wants to do is piss them off.

The guy on the door gives Lester a slow once over but steps back without a word to let him by. The air inside is a roiling mass of noise, clogged with the stink of sweat and drugs and sex. It's not so different from a battlefield. Sooner or later, everybody's going to die. He's looking forward to being the one who shoves a knife straight through one of Daken's pretty eyes.

He spots Daken swimming through the seething crowd and heads for the twisted stairs, not caring if it's bottles or bones crushed beneath his boots as long as he's got that freak in his sights. A scream rises over the din as he sinks into it, swallowed whole by the cheer that follows. The music kicks back in louder, rattling his teeth in his skull. He ignores the bodies sliding against his as he angles for the northeast corner, arrowing for the last place he saw Daken from above the throng.

Until some chick in icepick heels swings down low in front of him to peer up under his hood. Her tits aren't bad, the widening of her gaze when it hits the scar is better, and she pushes up, shouts, "You're somebody famous!" in his ear. She braces a hand on his chest, legs spread for balance, when the crowd roils against her back.

Seems like a waste to not slap a hand to her ass and yank her in closer. She takes that as an invitation to grind down on his dick, a little shimmy to her hips like it's actually supposed to be dancing and not fucking with their clothes on. Nobody would notice in all this if he did her right here. They'd grind her body to a slick pulp on the floor in seconds. Her mouth falls open when she feels his cock harden and he imagines the scream that could come tearing out of it.

Her gaze jumps to the left, that wicked smile he's painting red inside his head spreading wide. Arms slide over his shoulders from behind, thick with lean muscle, a match to the body curved against his back. It's the smell more than the tattoo twining down Daken's bare arm that gives him away. Norman's expensive and still shitty cologne, Mac's disgusting breath and snackfoods, but Daken's always got to smell kinda good in an utterly nauseating way.

"Careful," Daken warns, damp mouth pressed too close to Lester's ear, pushing a shiver of disgust down his spine. He shakes off the hood barely clinging to his scalp. "She's breakable."

"So are you, fucking faggot." The crowd's keeping them too close to get free without hurting the girl; he'd have to do some real damage to get Daken off him. More than a few people would get in the way with how the crowd's heaving, and even if Daken's inclined to keep his claws to himself, Lester isn't. Norman would bitch for days.

The backs of Daken's knuckles graze the girl's nipple. She arches into it, one long sinuous roll of her body that ends with her straddling Lester's thigh, rocking to the beat with colour creeping across her face. She doesn't even notice he's stopped moving on his own. Her mouth tilts up for a kiss and she takes the push of Daken's fingers instead like all she really wanted was something to suck on. The slow breath he draws prickles Lester's skin. "She's almost as wet as you are."

"Son of a bitch," Lester snarls, loud enough this time for the girl to hear. But she thinks it means something else entirely, and for once the insult doesn't get Daken snarling back at him. It's a pornstar moan slipping down his jawline instead, the slide of fingers out from between her lips and skimming down her throat, drawing Lester's gaze to the quick beat of her pulse. She can't see the dark pinprick of blood on Daken's wrist. She wouldn't know what it was if she did.

Lester grabs onto Daken's arm, his thumb pressed to the hard ripple of claw. His breaths go short, excited. One thought could kill her. One tiny little flex of muscle.

Daken grinds against his ass and he doesn't even fucking care. "I thought you'd like that."

"Do it," Lester hisses. "Do it, do it."

"I think you should at least fuck her first." Daken tongues a kiss at the hinge of his jaw. His lip peels back. He imagines the hot gout of blood that would soak his shirt if he slammed his elbow back into Daken's nose. It's such a nice thought he misses the moment Daken's hand drops to tug down his zip. A hand cupped over his dick is a hand cupped over his dick no matter which way you slice it, but it pisses him right off that Daken's feels good. Fucker whores around so much it'd have to.

Trying to buck him off sends the girl reeling into the couple tonguefucking behind her. She laughs, they laugh, everybody's having a grand ol' time of it, except he's the one with Daken's hand down his fucking pants. The chick comes back with her new friends in tow, wriggling in close between them with her hip rubbing up against the back of Daken's hand.

"Feels good," Daken says, another one of those moans digging under Lester's skin when he starts rooting around for the slit in his boxers. His hand's smooth as a woman's on bare skin, damp with sweat, and from there all Lester notices is how much stronger his grip is, how much more of it there is wrapped around his dick. "Do you like that, sweetheart?"

"Cocksucker," Lester snarls, the best he's got when he's still seeing the bright splash of blood down that girl's chest. The hard twitch of his cock gets a slimy chuckle from the freak jacking it. He slams his elbow into Daken's ribs. The grunt that explodes on his neck is almost as good as the reflexive tightening of the hand on his cock. Blood trickles hotly along his cuticles as he digs his nails between Daken's knuckles where claws should be sliding free.

Daken's groan rumbles through his back. "Harder," he whispers, angling his wrist to let blood trace a new tattoo onto his skin. He picks up the pace when Lester happily obliges, and even if that's still Daken's dick shoved up against his ass, still Daken's irritating fucking smile skimming his neck, at least he's got the smell of fresh blood on his hands.

Sharp teeth graze the shell of his ear and he growls at the quick flick of tongue that follows. A half-hearted jostle gets another laugh purring through his skull. "Want me to suck you?" comes slinking after it, needling like thistles through his clothes.

"Choke on it," Lester spits, and twists back into the heat building between them, fixing the shitty angle that's yanking his dick to the side. The flickering lights give him a stop-motion show of Daken's fingers dragging over the head, smearing a glistening trail back down to ease the gritty tug.

Hot breaths push against Lester's ear in time to the slow rock of Daken's hips. Neither one matches the frenzied writhing going on around them or the music pounding through Lester's chest. "Don't have much of a gag reflex," is a damp smear down the side of his neck, teeth catching on the wing of his collarbone hard enough to wake nerves beneath two layers of cotton. Then the suicidal fuck grabs his face while he's enjoying the jangling clash, fingers spread out wide over his mouth, and yanks his head back to suck a throbbing bruise to life on his throat. The pain flows like drugs into his blood, sinking in a red haze though the image he's got of Daken's last breath rattling through his chest. His head drops back as he grinds up into Daken's fist, trying to claw his way through flesh to get at the bones he still wants to see jammed up through the girl's skull. "I'd hate to disappoint you."

She comes swinging back with a kiss that tastes like spun sugar. Lester bites hard at her mouth and she jerks back, smiling and laughing like she thinks it was an accident. He's trying not to think about what he's thinking about, blaming weeks of playing the hero without a drop of blood to wet his hands for how good the hot stink of Daken's smearing his dick is. If the crowd wasn't penning them in on all sides, he'd probably give the sick sack of shit exactly what he wanted right now and cram it up his ass.

"I'd like that," Daken says, and bites at his fucking face like foreplay. He bares his teeth when Daken's scrape over his lips, relishing the awkward clack of bone. Daken's tongue sliding into his mouth isn't a kiss. It's a preview, a slick taunt slipping down his throat, an invitation to stick the fucker with more than just his dick. He shudders as he imagines the point of a blade sinking into Daken's guts. A jolt of pleasure from Daken's fist tightening jerks his hips forward, blood-slippery fingers skidding up Daken's arm as he fucks up into it, legs spread wide a dick shoved against the crack of his ass. He blows his load imagining what it'd be like to push one of those fucking arrows through Daken's belly, nice and slow so he'd feel it slicing chill through his insides, body-hot and fletching dripping as it came out the other side. He sucks harder on Daken's tongue and thinks about pushing it straight back through, how Daken would scream and twist and he'd have to hold the little bitch down to get it aimed right to come back out the same way it went in.

Daken nips at his jaw, moans, "Beautiful," and Lester switches it up to shoving one down his throat halfway through, turning those screams to wet gurgles. The mess on his hand glistens in the frantic light, blood and come mixed together in a dark shadow that Daken smears up over his stomach, nails scratching hard on the way back down to give his cock a firm tug while it's still thick and twitching.

Lester's had an insult ready on the tip of his tongue since he spit Daken's out of his mouth but it gets stuck there, burning hot as a coal. It crawls back down his throat, choking him, blurring his vision, and he shakes his head, grates out, "The fuck," and can't get any further than that. A ripple goes through the chick and spreads to the guys on either side of her as Daken's hands shove at his jeans. "Had enough of this shit," he snarls, but somebody else grabs onto the arm he lifts to knock her back, wrenching it down and pinning it to his side with the weight of the crowd surging behind it.

The arm Daken's got wrapped around Lester snaps tight like he's the one with adamantium grafted to his bones instead of his daddy. Slick fingers push up between Lester's legs and he kicks out, manages to slam his knee into somebody's crotch. A howl of pain rises up over the bass but the bodies pressing in on him don't budge an inch. Hands slide over his arms, pull him into the rocking rhythm of the dance they're all still playing at. A couple of fingers rub at his asshole, the appreciative moan Daken's breathing into his ear telling him who they belong to. He spits a vicious curse and twists away but there's nowhere to go with half the fucking city crushing him to Daken's chest. Doesn't fucking stop him from trying again when those fingers shove up inside him.

"Keep going," Daken moans, as if the fucker honestly thinks that's Lester riding his goddamn hand and not the crowd shoving at him. Lester shoves back in an attempt to regain his balance, heat sparking all along his nerves and twisting up through his insides when Daken moves with him, fingers crooked. Relief loosens his muscles as the burn from Daken yanking his fingers free fades. He rocks up on his toes, snarling another curse when the dickheads surrounding him shift in to claim the few pathetic inches of space he'd made. He ends up slumped partway against some guy's shoulder, shaking with rage as Daken kicks his legs wider, spit-wet dick nudged up against his hole giving him plenty of time to think about what comes next.

He shouts, "Do it!" over the thudding beat, "do it, I'm gonna kill you, fucking kill you," voice dropping lower until its a guttural snarl at the slow gritty push of Daken's dick up his ass. He grunts when Daken bottoms out with the slap of skin and a lazy grind, all the air wedged out of his lungs.

"Tell me how," Daken says. He bites at back of Lester's neck, keeps on groaning like the faggot slut he is as he fucks back in rough and easy. "You're as loose as a whore, Lester, tell me how you're going to kill me."

"Fuckin' slowly," Lester snarls, making a grab for some fancy sticks some chick's got jabbed through her belt. He hooks one on the edge of his finger and loses it as Daken hauls him back, grinding in deep again, too stupid to even fuck him properly. Degenerate fucker's had so many dicks shoved up his asshole it's an honest to Jesus wonder he doesn't have the first clue about how to stick it to somebody else. The longer he stays where he is, the worse the ache in Lester's guts gets, and he can't help trying to get free of it, twisting with the crowd when there's the smallest sliver of space.

Daken's hands slide down over his stomach, skim briefly over the heavy sway of his dick and the blood sticky on his thighs before skidding back up to hook on his hips. Another grunt jolts out of him when the slow roll turns to a slam, the impact thudding through him along with the steady bass line. He's got no choice but to move with it, baring his teeth against the filthy coil of forced pleasure from Daken's cock rubbing against his insides.

"Louder," Daken says, slick smarmy smile seeping into his voice. Lester fucking <em>hates</em> that smile and he lets loose with a furious snarl, raking blunt nails down Daken's forearms, twisting and shoving at anybody in his way and not giving one shit about Norman and his PR gangbang squad. Somebody's fingers break in his hand, a sweet snap of bone that gets a fresh spill of come squeezing out of his cock and sends him rocking back. Daken's hold on him flips up to hook him under the armpits, shoving him down onto an hard thrust that has Daken's dick wedged so far up his ass he can taste it in the back of his fucking throat when the fag blows it.

The slow drag of Daken pulling out curls Lester's lip. "I'll be honest," he says, hands smoothing along Lester's body like he thinks it'll calm the bloodlust still churning red-hot in Lester's skull. "I've seen you in action, Lester. I didn't think you'd be that good." He makes a quiet noise, appreciative, <em>smug</em>, to an irritated growl and brushes the back of his hand along Lester's sticky cock. "Do you suck dick as well as you ride it? I'll let you be my boyfriend if you swallow."

A string of sluggish insults drip like blood from Lester's lips. His lungs are aching as bad as the rest of him, a slow burn of pain he doesn't want to like. The crowd eases off and he sways forward, catching himself on the arm of a guy who flings him a flirty smile and keeps on dancing. His jaw gives a satisfying crunch when Lester's fist smashes into it. Cheers go up as he tumbles into the rest of them, laughter and whistles and nobody misses a single fucking step.

The slithering creep of Daken's smile aimed at him drags his gaze up. There's not a stitch out of place on his uptown cocksucker getup. His eyes shine like cheap glitter as he lazily licks the curve of his thumb, the crowd parting seamlessly when he throws down one last smirk before turning around and walking away. The sheep close back in behind him, a tiny waggle of his fingers goodbye the last thing Lester sees. Lester spits curses out like busted teeth. Everybody keeps dancing.

>>46249
that was some hot shit

Did this for an art trade with a friend, thought you guys might like it. First finished drawing in like a year.

>>46249
Wow. This is marvelous. Magnificent. I love it. At the very least 8 out of 10. And only because I would like to see Daken hurt and bleeding there too.
Well... it is admittedly hard to beat the sit out of someone who just fucked you if you don't have healing factor in your blood to help along. But still.
Where do I find more of your fic and will you write Lester's revenge for that one?

>>46282

\o/!

>>46304

Heh, I like alternating upper hands--this one was Daken's. Mmmshameless abuse of pheromone powers. XD I don't have any more Lester up yet, but I'm over on DW: http://blue-soaring.dreamwidth.org/tag/fic :3

>>46249
Oh my gosh, this is amazing. I just love how you write erotica. It always blows me out of the water. I feel so meek by comparison. Your descriptions have so much imagery, and how gritty and dirty this was worked so damn well. I love how you write Lester. I always want to quote my favorite bits at you, but there's not way to pick out without green-texting the entire thing. You're amazing.

>>46163>>46170
Thank you guys so much. It means a lot. I'm happy to make you happy!

>>46036
Oh, oh, I should have mentioned this the first time but I was kind of dazed in my awe. Do you want me to write you anything? As a thank you? I'm still really flustered over getting something like this.

>>46322
Aw, this was my thank you to YOU for writing some fic, actually, so just shine on you crazy diamond~ :3

>>46249
... UNF this was delicious.

Page two? None of that!

Posting attached image for three reasons: I miss when Mac looked like this as Venom, not just a copy of Brock-Venom. He looked so much creepier, and that's appealing. Lester being teasing and also in civvies appeals to me too, and lastly, Norman's scarf. It's not quite as fabulous as Daken's, but he is hard to compete with.

>>46174
This kink appeals to me. Elaborate on the scenario a little and I might try something? As in, if you want it to be Daken, who with, why and so on?

>>47094
Firstly, from what is it. Art is not appalling so I want to check it out. Also Lester. I may want to see him fucked and... well. Fucked with, but he never, till now, seemed fuckable to me. I'd hit that... WTF?

I am not >>46174 anon, but we probably all agree that the most obvious but also the most enjoyable choice is Lester being played by Daken. Some sort of "Oh my pet want to fuck it's master? Well, all right but you must do a little something first..." and then, after whole day and evening on some party, really letting him on top but with the plug still inside and then fucking him senseless when Lester can just lie there boneless afterwards.
I have this elaborate and complicated AU porn in my head wherein Karla plugs Clint and then gives him to Venom in the evening but it probably does not make any sense.

>>47094
>>47109
I am anon >>46174 and I like anon >>47109 's idea entirely! In fact that's what was going though my mind when I wrote that however I wouldn't mind a vary confused emotional/over-medicated!Mac instead of Lester. I loved emotional!Mac and there isn't any porn to document it, but of course any and all will be loved so it's up to you.

Oh oh, crack thought if you like Daken wearing it. Have bulls knock Daken out (violently) and then put it on/in him. Daken wakes up and thinks 'Wow this will be fun. I wonder what my pet thinks he is going to do with this?' I think about this crap WAY too much for my own good.

>>47116
lester. his reaction would be phenomenal. daken likes shit like that so maybe in a sequel, and mac would have to be willing for this to even fly with him.
anons stop talking and start writing. you almost round-robining here already so get on this.
[but i can see spidey being plugged with a still-wiggling piece of venom. although he's a bitch so he wouldn't have enough self-control not to come all the time. but that's a kink in all on it's own... huh.]

THERE IS NO COCK IN THIS THREAD ID POST THE THING IM DRAWING RIGHT NOW BUT I HAVE NO AXES TO A SCANNER RIGHT NOW

REPAIR THE LACK OF COCK PLOX!

>>47109
>>47116
Man, you guys have awesome brains. I love this prompt. Okay. So, consensus is Lester being plugged? I'm wondering if it should be vibrating, so Daken can have the remote and tease him even more. The ideas for Mac and Daken are equally fun. Sequels? Lester getting payback then Mac joining in? Perhaps! I wish I was less busy right now. I'll try my best.

(and, man, anon, you just had to mention Karla and Clint, didn't you? My favorite het pairing which I cannot indulge here, it's almost cruel!)

>>47132
I wasn't aware about four posts of discussion for a request counted as round-robin? Enthusiasm is awesome, but you'll have to be patient with me. I tend to be slow. Sorry. D:

(a round-robin WOULD be kind of fun, though, come to think of it)

>>47132
>spidey being plugged with a still-wiggling piece of venom. although he's a bitch so he wouldn't have enough self-control not to come all the time.

GOD YES! This needs to be done TOO! (now I'm just getting greedy.) and I think him coming all the time makes it all the better.... you should post it in the kink meme if it can't get filled here.

>>47137
Remote! Daken would be such a magnificent bastard and Bullseye's reaction and coping would indeed be 'phenomenal' - And I wish you were less busy as well!

>>47137
You actually can go for Clint/Karla. As long as there is Venom there. You can't tell me that's a bad thing, can you? The girl, laying there, watching her... well, fucktoy, being played with by a carnivorous monster who can have some tentacles? Like every vagina-possessing anon here wouldn't want to be this girl. I see no evil in posting something like that on coq. Maybe with a warning.
Also, in my, admittedly boring, head canon Venom&Bullseye are buddies. TV-watching, popcorn-sharing, smack-talking buddies. But Venom knowing somehow that something is on and teasing Lester *while* Daken is in the room with the remote... Oh yes.

>>47137

I would so round robin with you guys!

>>47161
As long as someone else starts I'm in as well.

And...I can see there is advanced prompting going on and probably it would be a nice touch if anon who will open new tread listed them at the beginning. Just putting the thought out there.
A-and... I can see butt-plugging gained some interest and the prompt I'm about to write out is kind of... not as kinky but.
Anon here admits that she has a Unlikely Virginity kink. And Daken is kind of perfect for it. Attractive, can control people via pheromones, raised in a manner that would [somewhat] justify pathological way of thinking about sex, manipulative idiot.
Anyway, the gist of it would be: Daken does not really fuck people whom he manipulates. They just have the best, pheromone-fueled, orgasms of their life while his there and does rather PG-13 rated things but who cares enough to ask? He was never really aroused while in company because he sees that as putting way too much self where simpler effort brings higher gain. And this has made him really popular, among women especially, but also left him a 60 [70?] year old virgin. He doesn't know how to be intimate with other person without controlling every aspect of their arousal. Also does not like kissing. He prefers biting.
That's about sums it up... Kink is of course about loosing said virginity and how it might get complicated. Anon is extremely sappy but sap and porn go well together.

>>47154
You teeempt me, so badly. I'll give it thought. Also, I think Mac and Lester having a buddy-thing is awesome, ever since they killed hookers together.

>>47161
I think it would be really fun, but potentially complicated since a lot of us stick with being anon here. It'd take a lot of planning, and organization might get messy, and we'd all have to decide on an idea. Hmm. There's at least three of us willing, though?

>>47186
I will make a habit to list/summarize things at the beginning now if you'd like. Sorry for the inconvenience of me doing otherwise.

And oh, oh wow, that is actually a delicious idea, and you totally have my support for it. I love things like that, far too much. It hits all of my buttons. I have a huge thing for Daken not kissing, but taking it to this level is even more enticing.

Why do you guys do this when I'm so busy? I'm swimming in awesome ideas now.

>>47196

Pft, no, it wouldn't be hard. If there are three of us, then here: you're 1, I'm 2, other person is 3. Whoever manages to start first, the next one in numerical order goes. So, if 2 starts (me), then 3 is next, then 1, then 2, 3, 1, 2, ta da~

So if we do it like that, I claim #2. :D

>>47196

ps. we could round robin virgin!daken

>>47154
I was under the impression that Bullseye/Mac Bromance was cannon, as well as seconding the thought that Venom knows. More the marryer (I love a lot of character interaction) and Mac knowing and not doing anything about it (or joining Daken in the torment) just adds injury to insult.

>>47186
YES! It would make sense since it plays perfectly with the way he thinks and how he seems to constantly sabotage his own sexual interactions with people. I think this falls under my wanting to see Daken 'bite off more than he can chew' kink! Good mates for this would be the ever adaptable Lester, Norman, Sabertooth and definitely "Daddy" wanting to show his son how to 'make love'

>>47199

THAT REMINDS ME. I have a Victor/Daken to clean up and post. Mmm, Sabretooth.

How about Omega Red (tentacles) and Daken, maybe punish Logan and making him watch?

>>47197
>>47198
That'd work! Yes, I would totally love doing virgin!Daken for this. Can I shotgun being three? Haha, if it seems too bossy, I can go first by all means.

We should get a basic idea down so we're on the same page. Who will we pair him with, or shall we involve multiple things? The suggestions we're gathering are good. I'm very flexible.

>>47200
Do want more Sabretooth yes please!

>>47201
... I love Omega Red too. Too much at once, you guys! But I love you for it.

>>47203

For virgin!Daken pairing, my prefs go to Logan or Lester. Could do Victor or Mac&Lester doubleteaming him, too. Norman I haven't really written but I could so try.

>>47201
As much as I would love tenticles/vergen!Daken and the obligatory Logan/Daken comfort sex...I cant help feeling that the kink would be best played out if Daken was the one that started it (and the it would get out of his hands) and I don't think Daken would seek attention from Omega Red. I don't know maybe, to be honest I'm not overly familiar with Red.

>>47203
My vote is for Lester he has both the motivation and the sick mind for it. I don't think Mac would put that much effort in to screwing Daken.

>>47207

But into eating him, maybe!

>>47205
>>47207
I'm leaning towards Logan, because the idea seems to have so much potential sentiment in it that would suit their relationship. Then again, Lester would totally have the right sick pleasure in it... well, there's three of us, what's the majority vote?

I also say this knowing I'm not that great at Mac (unless he'd medicated up), Victor or Omega and whatnot. They're definite ideas for something else, though.

(am I officially one? I can be one!)

>>47206
Who said Daken would approve of Omegas attention, if he would probably want both Daken and Logan out of the picture since he was after Romulus throne.

>>47212

Poof, you're One! Like I said, I'm good for Logan or Lester, so maybe Three can be our deciding vote?

>>47214
Okay! One is reporting in. If number three doesn't want the pressure of picking, it's perfectly okay and we can decide another way. We should discuss how we're setting it up once we decide on which pairing. And if anyone else wants to join in, I'm sure we're open for more spots!

Hey, buttplug kink requesters? I will get on that when I'm not wrapped up in the Round Robin here. I'm sorry for getting distracted, but this idea is just too fun. Everyone should remember the stuff here, though. It'd be great to come back to.

Lester starts it, Mac may/may not help/eat (your choice). With some daddy's love to clean him up afterwords?? Is that compromise?

>>47256
>>47247

All of it sounds good! I suggest we just jump right in and let it go however it's going to go--it might get weird in places like round robin is inclined to do, but we can wrangle it I'm sure. Honestly, I can work with whatever we end up doing (even if loving daddy porn ends up a Lester-Logan-Mac gangbang on Daken).

One, are you up for going first?

>>47256
>>47265
Sounds good to me! I'm trying to think of how to get all of them logically involved. I have an idea for setting it up, since I'm going to be starting, but I want to clear it with you guys first to be sure it's all good. What if we have it post Dark Avengers/Siege/Wolverine Origins, Daken goes to see daddy, and ends up telling him what happened with Lester and Mac (the narrative swapping entirely for the story, of course, not just dialog), and the notion of his son's only 'full' sexual experience being so sick inspires Logan to show him what it's supposed to be like?

... or, you know, the gangbang idea. I'm not really opposed to that.

>>47270
Wow, well I'm good with that.

>>47270

YES. Let's rock it. Also, we have taken over this thread entirely.

Prompt/Kink: Virgin!Daken
Pairings: Logan/Daken, Lester/Daken/Mac/WHOKNOWS

Oh my gosh, you guys, this is so fun already. I wasn't sure how much I was meant to write, but here's my first part. I hope it's manageable? I was trying to leave lots of creative space. You can change perspectives if you want and anything else. Go wild! We can brainstorm during, of course. If I've done anything you don't like, call me out!
==

Logan had repeated this process countless times. He'd built the home he shared with Silverfox, just like he'd built the home he shared with Itsu, before both of those lives came crashing down. Peace was never allowed for him for too long of a time, and while most would think it would make him give up hope, it was quite the opposite. Logan learned to treasure these moments of peace for all they were worth, for as long as unseen forces allowed him to keep them.

That was done with now, he supposed. Romulus was locked away where no one could reach him, and now no one could reach Logan. Or, so he allowed himself to think. It was a pleasant thought to keep, even if for a little while. So, he was in the middle of the forest in British Columbia, building four walls from scratch again. Maybe they'd stay up a little longer with only Logan inside of them.

But this was his life, and no matter how long he lived, it didn't seem keen on changing, and he was never left alone for long. He would never get used to how Daken could mask his scent, but having no scent in his wake was almost as distinctive as a scent itself, in an odd way. Besides, Daken couldn't really hide his footsteps on the forest floor. There were too many fallen branches to step on, and the soft sound of feet sinking into the mud left from the melting snow was unmistakable.

Logan wasn't sure where Daken got the impulse to be so damn flashy, certainly not from either of his parents, and not from Romulus. Itsu was beautiful, and there was so much of her in Daken, but she wore her beauty modestly, never like this. Yet, here he was, in an outfit that should have been white as the melting snow around them, but the expensive shoes that matched the suit were stained with mud from the forest floor. Logan would take that as the reason for the sour expression on his face.

It was that, or Logan himself, he couldn't really be certain.

They look ridiculous side by side. Logan was in thick layers, his coat edged with fake fur and the shirt beneath it garishly plaid. Daken was dressed like he belonged on a Hollywood strip, and he was suffering for it. Logan may have looked ridiculous bundled up like this, but at least he wasn't freezing for the sake of fashion.

Daken's nose crinkled as he glanced around, summarizing the place as if he hadn't staked it out completely before coming here, which Logan knew he must have, Romulus raised him with that much precaution. Or, maybe he didn't. He never seemed to count Logan as much of a real threat to warrant such concerns.

"This is really where you choose to hide yourself away?" asked Daken, his words a visible puff into the cold air. His disapproval was obvious, and Logan frowned.

"I like the solitude," replied Logan, finishing his task of adding wood to the fire. He paused, unable to help but notice the shivers in his body that Daken was trying to disguise. "... you want coffee?"

Daken scowled at him, glancing around the barren forest surrounding them before turning back to Logan, clearly observing the obvious lack of plumbing. "Is it going to be made from melted snow?"

Logan said nothing and Daken snorted, taking that as his answer. Daken dropped down beside him just the same, his arms folded over his chest. It was a farce of looking displeased, and Logan could tell, Daken was really embracing himself against the cold.

Logan poked at the fire distractedly. "I also got booze."

Daken scoffed again, tossing his head to get stray hairs away from his eyes. "You know, alcohol doesn't really make you warmer," he informed him, seeing through Logan as easily as always. He wasn't sure how he did that.

Logan was quiet then. He would have liked to offer Daken his jacket, but he'd likely take offense. Firstly because it was Logan, and secondly because it didn't match his flashy suit.

Silence hung between them, broken only by the crackle of the flames before Logan spoke again. "Here to kill me?" he asked quietly, sounding resigned. It was nothing he hadn't long accepted as an inevitability.

Daken made a sound, somewhere between a sigh and a scoff. "If that was my intent, you'd already be bleeding."

The silence returned, and Logan's chest clenched tight with something that was unfamiliar, or at the very least foreign when it came to Daken.

It felt like hope.

Logan wasn't naive. He knew what his son was, and what he'd done, but Osborn was behind bars, and Romulus was in an unreachable prison. He'd tried to steal power from under both those men, but their empires had fallen before Daken could seize their crowns. Daken had nothing now. Just Logan. Logan, and whatever partnerships he may or may not have made during Osborn's reign. Logan was certain that thought was a little too hopeful. If Daken had made any allies there, they were certainly not worth keeping.

Logan rose up, fishing out a beer for himself. Daken might have rejected the offer, but Logan was certain that he would need it. He sat down again, and cracked it open, taking a generous swig before he spoke again. He would regret this, he knew. It was wrong to assume so many things about his son, the curse of the clouded judgment of a parent, but Logan couldn't grasp why else Daken might be here. Logan figured a little hope would do him good.

"Do you want to talk?"

One, two, three,
You're all too good for me.

>>47313
ugh I have a long work day a head of me with only Internet on my phone, I'll be thinking about this all day! If Two wants to go I'm good with that. I'll be get to writing as soon as I get home tonight. If the peanut galery wants to put in segestions on how to make a proud Daken admitt his plans got the better of him to his father I'm open to them. I'll be working on this in my head all day!

>>47313
Don't you fucking forget your 0!
I'm in too and I [am a bitch who] say *no incest*! No. No incest. Logan is there to be sympathetic and kind and a fucking father for once. Is that clear? [also I think it would make him way, way too miserable to add yet another incest to his count. It's obvious Sabertooth fucked him at some point so lets just forget about that parental incest idea ALL RIGHT?

That said - One you are too good for me to write with you. The same goes for all of you. Fell free to ignore the hell out of me. But *NO INCEST*. Be kind anons.

Cold was piercing. Going trough his skin and right into his bones along with this little, annoying drizzle. It was just so like his dearest daddy to hide in the coldest, most miserable place he could find, just like Logan to sit there, by the fire that gave little to no warmth in this freezing wind, and look at him with such... Love. Bastard.

"Do you want to talk?" Logan asked, lowering his eyes, busing himself with putting more fuel into the fire. Like it mattered in this weather.

Talk. No, he did not want to talk. There is nothing to say, newer was, and as much as both of them wish, there will never be. How normal people did it? How to start without giving too much away, preferably without giving anything away because this is...

"'cos I figure if you're ain't here to kill me, and not here for pleasure" the disapproval for his choice of clothing was something both Logan and Romulus shared. He would laugh at all the similarities if his ass wasn't frozen solid where he sat it on the log. "then you have some problem. Serious enough to go through the trouble of finding me. What's going on Akihiro?"

Logan's attitude was really half the problem here, Daken decided. He loved him, and tried as he might to show it but was just so... infuriating in his caring. That made him want to argue very fucking word out of his father mouth and there was no time. Not here anyway, in the middle of the freking tundra. Fuck.

"I'm loosing control over it." He said, loud and cler so he wouldn't have to repeat that. Logan stared at him confused for a moment.

"Over what?"

"The healing factor, other things. Mostly other things. Ever since you ripped out Muramasa out of me. Is taht what you were trying to acomplish? Because it's not fun, I wan't it to stop and I'm here to ask you how." That... might have been the hardest thing he ever said in his life this far. and there's propbably more to come. He looked around to check, once again and irrationaly, if all the escape roots he planed when he got here, are still there.

"I haven't done a thing to you over what I had too. Over what you made me..." He sniffed the air with intent this time and... yeah, here it comes. "You're talkin’ the smell thing don't you? What of it?" Now his dearest daddy started to get suspicious. If there was something other that his style that Logan did not aproof of it was the phereomone manipulation. Unethical, he once said. Hipocrite.

"Yes, the "smell thing". It started to work both ways all of a sudden and I want it to fucking stop. Do you know how?"

[So yeah, I'm going for "thrown in a middle" plot-point. And as you can see my English is not all good. Ignore or elaborate.]
Also, I'm opting for free robinning.
You have and idea, you write it. Take any number you want and put right title on it.

>>47342

Two is on it (since we're going numerical, here)! One, you have given us such delicious set up, omg.

Disclaimer here guys: I'm all for more people joining in because you're all awesome, the more the merrier and all that jazz, but we totally need order. Give us a head's up instead of just posting out of our established order, and you'll get your number (steadily climbing four, five and whatnot because that's our posting order, not just names). Because if we get multiple people all going at once, just jumping in without warning whenever they please, it'll become a mess really fast.

That aside, I can't wait to see where this goes. You guys are great.

>>47372
Yeah, sorry about that, that was me.
But... you do realize you're trying to control anonymous board here? If I haven't done that someone else would. I'm just... against the "order" idea.
You have an idea, you post it no waiting, no disappointment's that someone already wrote the part that was "yours". There be unrelated things going on in between, discussions of unrelated but awesome nature...
If this was done in a specific thread on LJ, order idea would be perfect. Here it smells of elitism.
/bitch

>>47313

Wow, nice set up and I like the interaction between these two. I'm looking forward to seeing where it goes with Two, this seems like a difficult prompt but it's working so far.

(seeing potential wank ITT- I suggest we ignore and forge bravely on instead of getting into arguments and derailing the thread. So here is some Daken not looking quite as silly as we feared)

>>47408
... oh my god, it's full of stars. I actually love this look. I'm shocked at how much a change of color can accomplish, and the binding and that footwear... I have never understood foot/boot fetishes until now. Hngh. It's a great outfit when it's not the clashing shade from that Wolverine cover. I'm so pleased. Is this one of those origin page oneshots? I love those things.

(also, thanks, anon. I was in the middle of typing up a jittery, nervous explanation for myself because I'm so absolutely timid, and terrified of this sort of thing ever happening, much less me being directly involved, but this completely soothed me. I will heed your words.)

>>47408
I think the shoes are hilarious. Look comfy and that one word I was not associating with Daken new costume. Still hate on the... head-cover-thing but it's the same brand of hatred as Osborn's hair inspires: part of the character appeal. Also he kind of looks like Midnighter. To me anyway.

>>47401
Aaand you have killed the robin. I hope you're proud of yourself.

>>47421
Midnighter! I knew it reminded me of something.

I don't think it's been totally killed. If Two and Three are still up for it, so am I, but potential wank is such a major turn-off to me and it's making me really on edge and afraid to risk it.

Posting a silly to counteract my meekness.

>>47421
It's not dead....I'm off of work now and thinking hard about how to carry on. I'm better with movements and sex than I am with character banter that would be needed to start off the sex. I was hoping Two would post and help me out of that dilemma but alas it looks like I have a challenge on my hands which may take a bit of time. Personally I like 0's Daken (he isn't being a whiny a little girl about things) and I think we can carry on from there....we can talk more about Logan later. Perhaps alternate endings and if you don't like it you don't have to read it, but there is still something for us sick bastards. Damn I wish we weren't near auto-sage.

>>47408
Looks a ton better than before... but he still has a condom head. I think I just enjoy his mohawk to much to have it hidden.

I will never look at Lester the same way now that I know what accent he has...

>>47434
Tennessee? Huh. You gotta remember, though, when it comes to backstory Bullseye might as well be the fucking Joker. Hell, his name might even be Lester, it could very well be Leonard.

>>47437
Yeah, agreeing with this. His own father called him Lester in Dark Reign: Hawkeye, so we can safely assume that is his real name. The details of everything else are really muddy, and get contradicted a lot. I like the mystery of it more.

Wade Wilson's War seemed to be all about misdirection. For example, Lester certainly wasn't a project of Weapon X... or if they're retconning it to be that, I will be very confused.

>>47439
Wade Willson's War is by Marvel Knights...NO continuity what so ever!

>>47442
I'm pretty sure Marvel Knights still counts as 616 continuity. It's just a more 'serious content' label, but not to the extent of MAX.

Speaking of MAX, if you're not reading Aaron's new Punisher series (which I am, for Bullseye) you should be. This Bullseye is amazing.

>>47425

Two is typing furiously between attempting to earn a living. Post will be up tonight!

Two also has incredible powers of Ignoring Things. Wank, what wank, tra la la. :D

>>47477
Damn it just when I got going. Oh well I'm slow so there isn't much (since I suck at dialog) It puts you right in with Bullseye but it can still go any where you want it. But it won't hurt my feelings if you ignore it. (That's what I get for going out of order) Its not much anyway but it seems like I never write so its a shame to me not to at least post it :C I will still work on this after your post the Round Robin is not dead (just disorganized!)

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"Both ways?" Logan took a swig of his beer and chucked quietly. "I don't think I can help you with that, kid, but I'll put money down to say that you knew before you got here, that I wouldn't have an answer."

He was right of course. Daken looked down into the mud, braced his forehead on his hand, and took a steadying breath. How could he begin this story, why did he feel the need to share it in the first pace, and with Logan? It was the first time in his life someone other than Romulus had gotten the better of him. One of his toys no less, not that he let said toy know just how shaken up he had gotten, but it was obvious to him. He wouldn't be out here in no-man's-land, with Logan, if everything was peachy-keen. Even after a taking more than a few jobs he hadn't gotten himself past this, In fact he had become slightly paranoid about that particular ability.

"Well you came all this way, kid, you might as well out with it already." Logan said, "I'll bite I guess, what makes you think you're losing it....the control?"

Daken took another breath and sighed, "I can't believe I'm actually going to tell you this." Daken knew he had to omit a lot of the details for both Logan's sake and his own which felt just a odd as coming here. Didn't he want Logan to think him as fucked up as could be? Either way Daken still had to put up with all the feelings of the full experience whether he omitted them or not and he had remembered -every- bit of it.....

----

He was shoved against the wall by a snarling, Bullseye. It wasn't a first time, and Daken didn't think it would be the last either. Bullseye was smiling through his snarl, looking to be in his finest psychotic form. Daken had to laugh to himself at how easy it was to get him like this. Normally something so easy would bore him, but Lester was always around so why not? This time against the wall didn't feel any differently and Daken played it relatively the same, pushing out enough pheromones to turn the other hard as rock. Daken would point it out with a lecherous smile and some overused suggestive come-on, like "Happy to see me?" Bullseye would then push himself away from Daken as if he was burnt, cast some futile insult, maybe some violence towards him and then stalk away from Daken as fast as his pride would allow. Or at least that's what should have happened.

Bullseye pressed even closer to Daken, his hard-on nested in the crook of Daken's hip. The space between them quickly becoming suffocating and claustrophobic as Lester bent his head in close to Daken's ear. He laughed darkly as his hands with sure strength moved moved down to Daken's hips and held him in a bruising grip.

>>47461
Bullseye, what the hell.

I think he's just decided "I'm a psychopath so I can be as gay as I want."

>>47514
That's not even my favorite part.

>>47520
"AS
GAY
AS
I
WANT"

>>47490

....*delete-delete-delete* *type!type!type!* :D One, you totally have us beat on word count.

--

Daken slanted a look down at Lester's hands. "Is there something you wanted to tell me?"

"Nope." Bruises ached as they formed and faded and formed again beneath Lester's grip. "Sick of you prancing around like you own the fucking place, but that ain't news." He shoved a hand up between Daken's legs, squeezing so tightly Daken was forced to hide a wince. "Guess it did grow back."

"Lester," Daken chided, "all you had to do was ask. Or is it more fun this way?"

Lester's smile cut into the side of Daken's neck. "Okay. What's it like to be a dickless son of a bitch?"

Smug satisfaction peeled off Lester in waves. Slumping against his shoulder, Daken sucked in a breath that wasn't entirely for show as his hand reflexively clenched. Five minutes ago, Daken would've put money on Lester being smart enough to know exactly how bad of an idea it was to put his gut so close to Daken's claws. Sociopathic didn't mean stupid. He gave up a moan, pure theatrics, waiting for the shudder to ripple up Lester's spine as he said, "You tell me."

But it skittered up under his skin instead when Lester's other hand slid up to close finger by finger around his throat. He swallowed, testing the pressure, watching the spark the bob of his adam's apple against Lester's palm lit in vicious narrow eyes. The next breath that came hissing in cold between his teeth didn't have a fucking thing to do with Lester's hand on his cock.

"S'what I thought," Lester snapped, slamming his head back. Lester's strong, human-strong, and as decently as he could hold his own on even ground it isn't even close to dishing out the punishment Daken can take. But that one little knock dazed him. He tried to shake it off but its hold didn't loosen; it dig in harder with the slow squeeze of Lester's hand around his throat. "I finally got you figured out."

The words pushing out through Lester's snarl barely registered. There was something so very wrong here, something worse than the scent of old blood under Lester's nails prickling the hairs on the back of his neck, so incredibly worse than the strange tug of pleasure deep in his belly when Lester's hand on his cock loosened to a firm hold.

It threw him off long enough that Lester flipping him around and shoving him face first up against the wall came as a complete surprise. It caught the point of his chin, his teeth clacking together and his lip sliced on their sharp edges.

>>47434>>47437>>47439
His own father was *ass* enough it's possible he didn't know his son's name. Although I like "Lester" I wouldn't be surprised if it was really "Judy" and he went through sex-change as a little girl. Would certainly explain some hostility towards Electra. IMO anyway.

>>47461>>47520>>47534
Bullseye, what kind of meds are you on? Have you been snooping through Mac stash again?

>>47313>>47490>>47535
I'm 0, I see myself outnumbered by awesome. I am sorry for the attempted wank, can I still have a 4 spot? I'll be good.

>>47548

Hey, your backlash pheromone idea totally rocked, I'm okay with you claiming Four and playing along. All we needed was the notice so One doesn't start writing until you've posted your bit. :3

Unless there's a Five out here who wants to join in, too!

>>47551
As I went out of established order, fair thing to do would be to pass on this round.
One should feel free to post her bit at any time.

>>47548
>>sex-change
Oh gosh, you guys. You need to stop appealing to things like traps and het-pairings that I love on /coq/ where I can't do anything about it! Especially when I'm so busy. I'm compiling a huge to-do list here.

You're free to be four, of course! I was just worrying needlessly. If it's my turn now, I'll start writing?

(I think we're near autosage, but we're figure something out for next thread.)

... oh dear, we might be already autosaging. I'm on it.

New thread! >>47594