Good ol' Dark Avengers...How we love them.>>43773 <- old thread was autosaging.Round Robin buddies, how do we want to use the new thread? Post a collected recap of all we've done for reference, and continue?
Round (and rockin') Robin: Part 1 By ONEPrompt/Kink: Virgin!DakenPairings: Logan/Daken, Lester/Daken/Mac/WHOKNOWS ----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?"------------------------------------------------------------------Round (and rockin') Robin: Part 2By ZERO (who is now FOUR)----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?"
Round (and rockin') Robin: Part 3By THREE----"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.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Round (and rockin') Robin: Part 4By TWO ---- 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.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Now back to you One! However if anyone else whats to write a piece just speak up before you post! And If you don't want to talk about the Round Robin I believe we were talking about how flaming Lester is acting in MAX and the scans are awesome (go look at them! >>47461 >>47520)
Thanks for the recap! It's very helpful. Here's my next bit. I'm busy today (every day!) and didn't want to hold up the line by being slow. So, I'm sorry if this is a little hurried.More flaming Lester is always welcome in my book.----Daken hissed when he tasted blood in his mouth, and Lester's fingers clenched down on the back of his throat with such tightness that Daken had to wonder just how many of the man's bones were laced with adamantium. The notion came with thoughts of his father, inescapably, and Daken tensed for an entirely separate reason."Think you're so fuckin' great," said Lester, voice slipping into a parody of Daken - or, at least, whatever comical way Daken sounded in Lester's mind, for how inaccurate it was. " 'I'm gonna kill my daddy because he left me all alone and won't stick it in me, I'm such a hardass!' Make me fuckin' laugh..."The problem was, Lester wasn't laughing. There wasn't one inch of amusement in his voice. His tone was low, dark and predatory, enough for an unnerving tightness to settle in between Daken's shoulders. Daken still smiled with healing, bloodied lips, but it was a twitching, wavering expression."And, I'm guessing, to be a real hardass means daddy does stick it in you?" asked Daken, his voice a little too quiet to be trusted, and a little too strained to be only taunting. He struggled, trying to turn his head even when Lester's grip tightened on his throat and denied him. "You'd be the expert, after all."Lester's fingers clenched tight on his neck, dragging him back before slamming him into the wall again. Daken's forehead took the impact, dazing him again before he could even recover from the first, and he wavered, off balance and forced to lean his weight back into Lester."Always gotta have a smartass comeback to everything, don't you?" muttered Lester, breath too hot and too close to Daken's ear.But Daken didn't this time. This was different than their usual banter, and it should have been more than enough for Daken to have verbally scalded Lester, the man turning tail and shamefully retreating into the comforts of Karla or his own hand as usual. But Lester wasn't moving. He wasn't leaving. He was pressing closer instead, and Daken wasn't yet lashing out at him for it.Daken could have, and so very easily. Skilled as Lester was, he wasn't immortal and he didn't heal without the help of Norman's very talented doctors. Lester was even cocky enough to not even pin his hands. It would have been so very simple, and yet, Daken remained exactly where he was. Something he couldn't even begin to name held him back."What do you got to say now, huh?" asked Lester darkly.A sharp gasp was drawn from Daken's sliced lips when Lester's gloved hands found the zipper of his pants and dragged it down – and the sound wasn't one of his usual farces. It was genuine and it was dangerous. That shouldn't have been happening, and the warm heat that was pooling in his groin was steadily betraying him, and Daken shuddered back against Lester's body."Wait," began Daken, quietly and breathlessly.A set of hips bucked back against his own, pushing him up into the wall to pin him there, and Daken was very much aware of just how invested Lester was in his efforts; tangible in the hard pressure of his stiffening cock against him. It should have been satisfying, amusing even, but now Daken only shuddered. "Fuck you," Lester spat back.Daken gave an unsteady laugh, as if endeared by Lester's efforts, but the reaction was a nervous one. "No, no," he chided, as if scolding a disobedient child. Despite his words, Daken was leaning back into him, his eyes drifting closed in an almost blissful daze. "You're so very hopeful, but not today."Rough, leather clad fingers tangled inside Daken's hair with enough force to earn a strained hiss, yanking his head back at an awkward angle that bared his throat. "You miserable little faggot," growled Lester quietly.
>>47617Unf!!! I love it! Now it goes to Four.
>>47623Is Four playing, or bowing out?
>>47632>>47623Four is typing. But it is somewhat parallel to 3-5 so if you have something new post away.
>>47643'Parallel' is not vary helpfull to story progression. :/
[This takes place during 3-5. I'm not putting dialog into it but if I did it right you can tell what is thought when. Sorry for another POV-jump. It's a thing.]----It's funny how people of their profession always tended to meet-up in most unexpected places. One would think in the society as articulated as mercenary world staying away from someone would be easy.Yet there was Daken. Fake Wolverine walking down a New York sidewalk, with his idiotic hair all shiny and incredibly gay purple scarf around his neck.Sudden need to hang him by said scarf was nothing new really. The way he fantasized about all the little things he could do to make Daken suffer, nothing will ever be new. He liked to be prepared, what could he say? And planning a long, slow kill committed on a healing mutant will take edge off of a lot of cold, miserable, meds-less evenings co come.There was no reason really to jump Daken and drag him in a alley behind some club that played music either way too loud or consisting entirely of rhythm and no melody, but Lester was prone to flights of fancy sometimes, and right now turning a table on little fag sounded like fun.Wait…That thought was his own. As in… there was no warm, fuzzy haze of induced arousal projected all around Daken like armor. First time in quite some time really Lester could do exactly what he wanted here and not what healing idiot tried to manipulate him into. Situation at hand got some serious potential to explore.Right now Daken seemed to honestly react to a touch and that was fucking new. Usually he just stood there and laughed, played some fucked up mind-games which was really pointless since he made people around him stupid. Who would have thought those little snips at masculinity and daddy issues wasn't half as annoying when you had a clear, almost functioning brain. Seemed rather pathetic really, all that projecting.Then there was trembling and painting like he never got a hand on his dick in his life and what kind of sense does that make?No matter, bitch was asking for it now. Bleeding, shivering and quasi-incoherent mess at his hands, and really it wasn’t like Daken cared when *he* said no so what the fuck. Deadpool kept insisting that healing factor does not allow one to carry STDs and there’s nothing to stop him from helping himself to Daken slutty ass right here and now so, after bashing his head against a wall few more times to discourage any sudden clawing, he just ripped thin, worn material of Daken's jeans to get on with it.
>>47644Depends what kind of progression you're looking for. I like going in, not just ahead.We have established that ignoring bit's and pieces we found unappealing is fair game, yes?
>>47649Well, no, not really. A round robin goes around the writing circle building on what came before. A parallel jump into another POV for some insight/perving is cool, but straight up ignoring doesn't really work. It's not all one story that way.
Three, you're up! Now that Four's settled in, we should try to go in numerical order since then at least we'll know when to write. --Sick disbelief and fear paraded across Logan's face. Daken rolled his eyes. Of all the things his disillusioned father wished for him to be—the son laughing on his knee, the son bringing home a pretty woman, the son he could be proud of—a victim wasn't one of them. Despite everything, despite how strongly Logan uttered idiotic prayers, his life had been his to choose."I'll take that drink now," Daken said, a hand out for the third in a string of beers Logan pulled from the snow.Logan watched him for a long moment before holding it out. "Y'know I can't smell if you're lyin' to me. But I don't have a fuckin' clue why you would be. Made your bed, kid.""Trite." The beer was cheap, murky through glass lacking a label, but cold and strong. "Be honest, daddy. You've been hoping for weeks I'd spill my guts to you over a beer. Do you want to hear this or not?""'Course I don't want to hear it," Logan snarled, cracking the top off another beer and downing most of it in one shot. "What father wants to hear this shit come out of his son's mouth?"Daken eyed the few bottles left. "You might want to nurse that along."Concern tightened Logan's shoulders. His eyes went dark, cold certainty layered over the rage beginning to boil beneath. It seemed no matter how many times that rage came burbling up while Daken was around, it was never meant for him. Logan lashed out, protected, tried to be a shield even for those who didn't need one, didn't want one. The unsettling thought that this time it might be wanted crawled down Daken's throat on icy claws and settled in to gnaw on his insides. Logan knocked back the rest of his beer. Daken lifted an eyebrow and asked, "Is that it, you're braced for the worst now?"Logan slid him a look that said he'd never be prepared for the worst Daken could dish out. That at least was a comfort in its pleasant familiarity. He shrugged out of his hideous excuse for a coat and flung it into Daken's lap. "Put that on. Your lips are turnin' blue."Daken pressed his fingertips over a smile. "You like them red."The snarl that came pushing up out of Logan's throat settled the churning in Daken's stomach. He'd never depended on constants before, too accustomed to the fragility of lives shattered on the points of his claws. He'd take it now, though. Take it and use it and shove it in Logan's face when he had what he needed.
Just got off of work to find out I'm being called on for a last minuet babysitting favor for some friends... So most likely won't have any thing substantial to post any time soon. I welcome Two taking my turn to 'progress' and by 'progress' I mean to 'move foreword'. I like the reading a different take/pov on sheared events as much as the next person, but we all seem to be short on devote-able time and I think we really just need to get -A- take on the event down first. It's ok to change povs as long as you still move foreword. You can post a parallel sequel later. --That and our all squabbling is most likely out weighing the yummyness of our short contributions to the DA fandom for all the lurkers. Sorry lurkers.
>>47654YOU NINJA!!! I like it!! but now you are just mean and put me in the position of thinking about Lester raping Daken while babysitting 4 and 5 year olds!!! Its going to be a long night.
>>47657I am more than happy to fill in for you while you're off dealing with munchkins. Especially since it means we can keep going, and you'll have more deliciousness to read when you get back.
>>47654I like how you took my lame and turned it into awesome in only few short sentences. My prompter soul sing and the sight.I'm going too sleep for the first time in 30 hours, happy about very slightly implied rape. Gods bless the /coq/.>>47656Well... We're doing anonymous round-robin with people we don't know, in style we did not agree upon and without established plot-points. Polite lurking anons are just waiting till we explode or die to go back to their originally scheduled programing.
Filling in for Three! Which makes you next, Four, if you're still playing.--"So eager," Daken managed, the agony tearing through his skull from the impact slow to fade. He braced an arm on the wall and focused on pushing it away, dimly aware of Lester snapping and snarling at his back like a dog in heat. Gloved hands, the leather supple and pitted roughly with use, grabbed on and yanked him back by the hips, the side of his face burning as it skidded down the wall. A knee shoved between his spread his legs enough for Lester to kick his feet wide.Lester's hands on his ass, thumbs dragging roughly over his hole, should've knocked aside the haze in his head. Dread sliced into his stomach on slivers of ice. His muscles stayed loose, pliant. He grit his teeth and curled his hands into fists, grunting shallowly when his claws stayed sheathed."There's a surprise," Lester said, laughing when the warm slick of spit earned a twitch Daken couldn't suppress. "Here I thought you'd have an ass like a whore to go with that faggot mouth. Seems like that healing factor's worth something after all.""I knew you'd like it," comes spilling out of Daken's mouth. He clenches his teeth tighter against the sound that tries to follow, something weak and pathetic and scared when Lester's thumb isn't on him anymore, it's in him. Leather scrapes delicate skin, a burn like gasoline eating along Daken's nerves, thickening the breath caught in his throat. Instead of his claws popping on instinct, he rocks back to take more of it, eyes flying wide when his brain tries to start telling him the pain he's feeling is something he wants.He's taken pain, endured it, used it, but never wanted it. The same as he's taken people, convinced them they were worth something, gave them pleasure or pain and stepped over their bodies when he was done. He's never wanted their hands on him, never enjoyed the give of their vulnerable skins beneath his beyond how easily it makes them to peel open."Are you shitting me?" Lester laughs. "Suddenly you got nothing to say."
>>47657Kids, you say? Have some shota!Lester.Ahem. Seriously, though, one of us can cover for you if you'd like. Our order is kind of messed up as it is, so it's okay if you need to sit this turn out. But if you do want to have this section, I don't think any of us are demanding replies right away. We can wait 'til you're available.>>47654>>Daken pressed his fingertips over a smile. "You like them red." Hnghh, I love this.
>>47661Annnnd I slip into present tense. Writing so fast is kinda hard. OH WELL.
>>47662I am tempted, since Three is babysquishing and Four is sleeping... to suggest you and I could play for a little bit. But that would be mean. Do Not Be Mean, Two.
>>47661You ninja'ed ME this time! Oh God, this is so delicious. I wouldn't worry about the tense. I almost did that before and it's likely I might again. It's all good.>>47665I'm willing to post next if there's no objections, albeit maybe slowly. I'm sure it would only be mean if you and I got carried away by ourselves. Like I said, it's okay for us to have breaks for our schedules, but I'm flexible with whatever you guys want to do. As long as we're all having fun.
>>47667Maybe if we do tiny posts. Say, 200 or so words. Because this is FUN.
>>47668Okay then! Here we are. I hope I'm not stepping on anyone's toes.---Even if Daken did have any dismissive taunt or mocking insult on his tongue to shoot at Lester, he did not have the breath in his lungs to support it. His chest felt tight and his insides were shuddering, clenching down on the intrusion before he could realize what a mistake it was. It only increased the burn, sending sharp sting that shot up his spine and made him gasp out. The leather was rough, scraping, and Daken bit into his already torn lip in attempt to silence a moan, the wound tearing open anew to spill fresh blood down his chin.“Nah, you don't feel much like a whore,” observed Lester obscenely, his voice low and dripping with the obvious arousal that Daken could smell spilling off of him. He kept to his task, needing to push and push to force his gloved thumb any deeper inside Daken's tense hole, trying to make him break and yield underneath him. “But you sure sound like one, though.”If he was in any other state, Daken would remark that Lester would indeed know, for all the pleasurable company he could keep had to have been paid, but he could not find his voice. Daken leaned his weight into the wall, his breaths shallow and sharp, his head spinning and refusing to clear. It wasn't supposed to happen like this. When had he lost control, and why couldn't he reclaim it? Lester's boot hit his calf, causing Daken to stumble and forcing his legs apart, spreading him out submissively against the wall. Daken didn't fight it.“Yeah, that's a sight,” said Lester smugly, laughing against his ear.
>>47676Oh unf, One. UNF.---He didn't fight the scape of teeth at his shoulder, or the bite it became, digging in on the peak of his spine. He bowed his head and took it, breaths sharp through his nose. The air was thick with Lester, lust and blood and acrid violence. It crawled up under his skin and made him shudder, forced a moan out of him when Lester's thumb pulled roughly free. The ache flared like flames fed pure oxygen as Lester leaned back, sizing him up like a piece of meat."Always knew you wanted it," Lester said, another bite catching the thin shell of Daken's ear. "Say something pretty, cocksucker."A blank filled Daken's mind, came spilling out in a ragged noise he'd heard so many times from the other side. Hot, slick flesh dragged along the crack of his ass, sparking a fresh burst of panic. Panic, he thought, a disbelieving laugh rattling inside his head and passing his lips as something else entirely, something that made Lester hiss in pleasure and settle the head of his dick snug against Daken's hole. "Gonna sit on it?"
>>47678Right back at you! Hn, you're better at Lester's dirty talk than I am. I love how you do it.---Daken felt hazy, almost drunk on Lester's scent. It was thick and all around him, drugging him more and more with every shuddering inhale. He tried to shake his head, to deny him, but Lester wouldn't have it, a hand snaking up to tangle inside his hair like a leash to yank him back on."Yeah, you talk big," hissed Lester into Daken's ear, breath hot and wet. "You have all the pretty little words in the world, so high and mighty, but when it comes down to it..."Daken felt that blunt, hard pressure up against his entrance beginning to push, grinding its way into him, and his painted nails scraped against the wall, his heartbeat jumping in his chest. Even with just this much, he could tell Lester was large enough for all his boasting, and if the pressure of only just his thumb inside of him had come with burning pain, Daken couldn't begin to anticipate or brace himself for what this would be."I hate that," growled Lester against Daken's skin, all of the bitterness of a boy who grew up poor and dirty while enduring the sneers from those above him: every long burning frustration that he would relieve right in this moment. "I hate it, you arrogant little ass."The emotion was clearly tangible in the hard jerk of Lester's hips, forcing his way into Daken's body and tearing skin to do it. Daken released a sound like a wounded animal, clawing at the wall and struggling to keep himself still. It was invasive, and it hurt like nothing he had ever experienced, but the sensation of his own cock, hard and swaying with the motion of his hips, reminded him that some part of himself was still not utterly opposed.
>>47687Oh porn. I love you, porn. Shall we pause here? Did we send everyone screaming from the thread? XD
Oh my GOD-UNF!! I love you guys! You'er so nice. I got a moment to check this on my phone and fudgedbfglsjsfjybamx!!!!! I am so writing to night! (Even if I it means being sleep deprived at work) This is just too fun (and HOT) Any thoughts about Mac? No is ok
>>47694WELL. I had the shameless thought that wouldn't it be fun if Mac arrived in time for sloppy seconds. Also fun would be if he shows up during, bitching about the racket, and Lester talks him into shutting Daken up with his cock. You know, since you asked. :D
>>47696Oooo he should come in for some reason, be disgusted and first then swayed by the pheromones. He should be just in time to use that nasty tongue of his to tip Daken over the edge. Then sloppy seconds on the floor (just for a change of scenery) During this Lester watches and gives Daken some lovely commentary maybe while ether touching himself or geting some kicks in. I don't know, but I'm off of babysitting duties and on the computer again. I thinking I can get a snippet in tonight before I crash.
>>47706Go for it! All of it sounds delicious. One and I played for a while, it's about time for your turn again.
>>47696I bring to you MAC on a silver platter! Do with him what you will! Btw: Tired Three is tired, so it maybe oddly worded in places and please forgive any grammatical errors. I just couldn't not join in tonight, too much fun----Lester's thrusts were jagged, abrupt, and speeding up. The smell of fresh blood once again permeated the heavy air around them as Bullseye started to slide more than grate up into Daken's body. Daken's head couldn't stop screaming at him. He shifted his hands on the wall, no longer trying to claw at it, but to brace himself. He didn't notice though. Not over the pain. Not over the shock of this violation. His body had at some point flipped in to auto pilot. It wanted more of this and he missed the memo. His body used the new hold on the wall to push back against Bullseye and Bullseye -naturally- didn't miss a damn thing, "Well haven't we become the greedy one, you really are a shameless piece of shit." Daken moaned loudly with the particularly sharp thrust that punctuated that observation. The faux Hawkeye just grunted out a sick laugh and continued."Seriously people? I am trying to- what the FUCK?" Mac had come around the corner and now stood a little ways away. Lester stopped his hips from moving, buried balls deep in Daken's ass and Daken was powerless to stop a wanton whine at the lack of movement. Wait why was he whining, he didn't want this. He should be struggling, fighting Bullseye off of himself. He should be killing Lester, and this was his chance, but his body wouldn't agree.Bullseye pinned Daken even firmer against the wall and gave a triumphant snort. One of his hands came up to yank on Daken's mohawk, turning his face to see Mac and to bang it in to the wall hard enough to dent the sheet rock. "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm giving the fucking slut what he deserves. I'm tired of his shit aren't you?" Bulls started thrusting again, and a whimper shuttered though Daken along with another stab of panic. Mac just stood there not really knowing what he should do, but Daken, even only vaguely aware within his haze, knew the longer Mac was there the more likely he was going to get pulled in to this mess. Daken's body cramped and then shivered at the thought: 'If this is just Bullseye what would Venom do to him? What would they both do to him?'
>>47737Short. And... Yeah. you might have noticed already I have a problem.---"Man are you really just put the most precious piece of yourself into fucking Daken without a damn condom? Really? And You dared to have any objection to double-teaming that sweet, sweet whore last time around? This is fucked up man. You're fucked up."But he leaned down on the wall and clearly considered the sight. Fully clothed Lester, one hand burrowed into Dakens hair, other scratching his hip-bones bloody, because Lester didn’t want to actually touch little slut where it mattered. But there was really a lot of blood here. and the smell... they both smelled like something he always associated with food. Thick, musky odor of sex, violation and confusion. Like a pray.
>>47665Yes. It was incredibly mean of you to provide hot porn for me to find after this hellish night. I will never forget that.Seriously, it is fun to read what you have written. And you write porn when I go for pondering. In what reality it is mean?>>47662But this>shota!Lesterthis is mean. now I'm wondering how old Daken was when Lester was a child. He is awfully consistent in biting Bullseye about his childhood and sexual abuse and it's not hard, for me, to imagine hungry!street-kid!shota!Lester and some 30 odd years old Daken.It wouldn't work, but damn is it hot.I greatly enjoyed every piece of porn posted to date. Even if it hit the rape-note way harder that I anticipated and really am comfortable with. And I kind of don't think Mac finds Daken all that attractive and a fuck-toy. As a food supply? Oh yeah.Is asking Three to go for eating alive while Lester fucks, out of line?
This part is meant as something Three can safely ignore as she wanted to o something else. I just went with what I wanted to see.----They both smelled like something he always associated with food. Thick, musky odor of sex, violation and confusion. Like a pray. But while Lester smelled like a friend over this all, Daken... didn't.It was the blood.All over the wall, on Lester's fingers, from the flesh teared up by his teeth, red rivulet on it on his thigh flowing from where Bullseye teared him open before he entered. Sweet, sweet blood."Don't just stand there you fucker, I'm not putting the show for you're perverted ass." Lester laughed snapping his hips in a manner definitely meant as a show "Do something or get the fuck out of here." And there's blood on his mouth too when he smiled, which was too perfect.Venom had no problems with slipping between Daken and a wall where he regained a solid form earning panicked gasp out of Daken, now braced on his chest and short laugh from Lester who then changed an angel of his moves so that Daken's cock would rub on Macs thigh with every painful thrust. How nice of him.Mac's tongue began to roam, first down Daken Backs, licking the blood and saliva, then downward, around where Bullseye was seated balls deep in his ass. It was just enough for a taste, to make him hungry.Daken's lips were bitten bloody when he pushed him away, closer to Lester. He must have been gnawing on them trying to stop soft, whiny noises but without much effect. Why Lester wanted to fuck this bitch was beyond him but there was something else he was interested in and now had an opportunity to try it.Lester's eyes grew large when Venom face morphed into feeding mode with large, long and sharp rows of while teeth, Daken hasn’t open his eyed since Venom started to lick him.Good.Scream was long and piercing, when Mac bit into his shoulder, started to gnaw on the bones there. Little bits and pieces at a time but it was still growing out under his lips and that was something new and infinitely pleasurable. He could hear Lester's laugh and feel him moving with greater resolve into Daken's clenched in pain body, but friendly on the head, and"Do that again, he was so tight... fucking do that again Mac!" followed by a thug still came a pleasant surprise.
>>47816 Himmm I like the posobilitys with your shota!Lester, but I dont think I can do shota (yes I have limets) However seeing the concept with a teenage Lester (18-19) who is expereanced with killing but still niaeve abou other villans would be interesting. With Bullseye in the mix it's near imposable not to hit the rape note prity hard, vergin!Daken or not. If he's in a story someones geting raped somewere, and he doesn't even have to be involved, it just happends!All on board with the eating, good god am I ever, >>47818 was UNNF!!! BUT let's review here... Daken. Smells. Good. It is his power to be able to change peoples minds through smelling good. That is cannon. And it isn't imposable for him to take someone who's totaly disinerested and make them horny enugh to do something rash, like rape him. On another note our round robin is rather crack-ish to begin with, I think mac geting in on the sex will be fine. But Its not my choice, I think it's Two's. (forgive me-no spell check on my phone)
>>47823>It is his power to be able to change peoples minds through smelling good.I... kind of went with the assumption that this power of his is not working all that good for him at the moment. Backlash thing. That's why I'm loving the rape-thing, 'cos, for me, Lester is doing it on his own volition.And Mac... I just don't think he would want to fuck Daken. Eat him slowly while he grows back after every bite on the other hand... but that's just me, whoever is next have a right to go wherever they want with this.
I think Mac is fully capable of eating him AND fucking him. Why choose? In regards to Daken's powers, though, I was writing with the thought that they've gone totally out of whack, affecting him as much as Lester/Mac/Whoever. Oops?--Sweat stung Daken's eyes as hot as the blood trickling down his arm but an arctic chill compared to the heat of Mac's mouth clamped tight to his shoulder. He moaned at the quick probe of Mac's tongue into raw flesh, cried out when it became razor-teeth slicing once more through muscle. The strength drained out of his legs and he flung an arm haphazardly around Mac's neck, clinging tight in the fear he'd slip to the floor and off of Lester's cock."Jesus," Lester hissed, grinding in deep and staying there, shivering. Too much, Daken thought, too close to losing it with sex and blood and violence laid as thick as a blanket in the air. "Fag's still tighter than a fucking nun.""So?" Mac's tongue snaked out and caught the blood dripping from Daken's elbow before it hit the floor. "That's good, ain't it?""Gotta wonder what it takes to loosen him up," Lester said, a fresh wave of lust hitting Daken low in his belly when Lester's palm slapped his ass, flat and stinging. His back curved sharply as he bent lower, asking for more not because he wanted it, but because Lester did. He rubbed his cheek against the strange slickness of the symbiote covering Mac's skin, tongue flicking out to taste."Hey," Mac growled, catching him by the face to yank him back up. "Quit it.""Shut up," Lester snapped. "Grab his legs.""What?""Grab up his fucking legs, shit for brains, and stick something in him. I wanna see how much he can take."Mac started grumbling, slowly shrinking back down to size. Daken shook off his hold and said, quick and ragged and close to panic, "Stop. Do it.""I'm gonna," Mac said, symbiote-screech laid over the words. He shifted uncomfortably. "Gimme a fuckin' sec."Daken lost what he was going to say next on a push of air as Lester pulled free, holding him brutally hard by the hips to slam back in. He grunted, fingers skidding across Mac's blood-slippery skin, and managed, "Go slow. Let it grow back."Lester's grip tightened like a vice around Daken's wrist, yanking his arm up and out. "C'mon, Mac, play with your food."
>>47842Are we going for some double penetration? Oh, hell yes. This is perfect and delicious!Is it my turn? Just making sure since I don't want to interrupt anyone.(I also ship shota Lester and Deadpool, while we're on the topic)
>>47845I so set it up for some delicious DP, if you're inclined to go with it. Because oh yeah, sensory overload. And since we seem to have abandoned posting order entirely, maybe we could get back to it with you going next? Less confusing that way, at least. (I would possibly write you some shota Lester and Deadpool, if only I knew what comics those pics were coming from. How did I miss twee psychopaths. How.)
>>47848I'm all for us getting back in order. I'm kind of buzzing around the house right now but I'll get on it ASAP.... I would love you forever if you did write it, and oh man, you've never read these? I'm not a fan of the recent Deadpool series since Cable and Deadpool spoiled me, but the part of his Dark Reign tie-in with Lester was golden! It's issues 10-12, and it's glorious.
>>47849I omg. Must go find these now. LOADED PRESENTS. I love it.
>>47842Not what I had in mind but whatever. You can make it work so it goes.>>47845>(I also ship shota Lester and Deadpool, while we're on the topic)there is just something about this little, blond boy being happy to have friends at all...One, Two and ThreeReally, if you feel the need to post some porn, just do it. When you vision ends, tell the rest of us so we could pick up. Order is great when you can retain it, but it seems we can't. Why fight it?>>47848(http://www.comicvine.com/deadpool-bullseye-part-3-knocking-over-the-candy-store/37-164007/)
>>47842And here we are! I can help you find those Deadpool comics, by the way, if you need a hand.---Daken was in no place to struggle, drained and dizzy from the blood he'd lost, and the sheer pleasure rocking through his body, tangling with the pain in a thick, conflicting haze, left him useless. Obedient to Lester's snapping, Mac was lifting his legs up, spreading him open, and the position forced him at an angle on Lester's cock that made Daken whine embarrassingly.Mac let out an obscene noise in reply, bending his head to drag his tongue - thick, hot and dripping with saliva - over Daken's skin, lingering and trying to catch the last traces of blood and sweat. "Y-you taste really good..." Mac mumbled quietly against Daken's shoulder, almost sounding shy, like a nervous teenager who didn't quite know how to compliment his first date. Daken laughed at him for it, and even if it was a weakened, deflated sound, it was the most rewarding thing he'd felt since he'd succumbed."Oh, for fuck's sake," muttered Lester disbelievingly, seeing the ill effects of Mac's medicating showing through and interfering with his game. Lester jerked his hips hard, taking care of that laugh in Daken's throat by making him moan instead. "Man up, you dim little fuck...""Don't make fun of me," snarled Mac, and while as pitiful of a demand as it was, his angered tone was an improvement over any whine. The symbiote expanded into his proper bulk as Mac bared his teeth, and Daken shivered, now knowing exactly what it felt like to be on the wrong end of that display.Mac was complying now. The symbiote shivered over his skin, beginning to slowly peel back to reveal his cock, and Daken realized, through the haze in his mind, that as the black matter was drawing away from Mac, it decided to slip over Daken's thighs instead. The sensation was bizarre, like thick, living ink creeping up his skin, and he wasn't sure he liked it. For some reason, he had expected the symbiote to be cold and sickening, but it was just the opposite: warm, inviting, embracing.Mac inched closer then, pressing bluntly - and quite uselessly - up against Daken's already stretched hole, brushing Lester's cock where it was buried so deeply there. Mac rocked a little without much gain, his jagged teeth grinding in his obvious want and need."Push," urged Lester, appearing to take some sick pleasure in egging Mac on. "You gotta force it - you know he can take it."Lester decided to display that very thing, thrusting up into Daken and earning a sharp cry of pleasure. Daken gasped for air, his chest rising and falling sharply."See?" he goaded smugly, voice strained with lust. "Just like that...""I know what I'm doing!" barked Mac defensively, his claws scraping over Daken in search of a solid hold when his hips were already claimed by Lester's gloved and bloodied hands."This is," managed Daken breathlessly, his head tipping back submissively. "Really gay of you... both of you."
>>47857Your Lester/Mac interaction is incredibly awesome. My teeny bit is shameless in my want to see you and Three do more of that. *_*--Lester bared his teeth. "Talk shit all ya want, junior. Gonna stuff you full."Claws scraped over Daken's ass, dug in and forced a weak noise out through the moans he wasn't wasting the energy on trying to hold back anymore. He'd gone from sickened by the vulnerabilities of sex to sickly fascinated by them, macabre curiosity filling his head with thoughts of how much could he take, how much did they want him to take before Lester's brutal lust was slaked. The thought latched on like a leech, sucking at his will to protest as Mac's dick pressed close, hooked into place by a clawed thumb and pushing slowly.The ache flared and burned like brushfire along Daken's nerves. His mouth fell open on a soundless noise, air forced out of his lungs by the gritty shove of Mac's dick up inside him. Pain registered but didn't seem to matter, overrun by the insane and foreign sensation of Lester's cock dragging over tender flesh, shoving back in again along with a few torturous inches of Mac's. Mac's mouth split wide on a shrill hiss, teeth clamping to his uninjured shoulder, sinking as slowly into his body as their cocks did. He shuddered, vision blacking out at the edges as he fought to refill his lungs as he teetered on the horrible edge of blanking out."Fuckin' shove it in," Lester snarled, letting the symbiote take the awkward fall of Daken's weight as he slapped the side of Mac's head. "Take another chunk out of him while's squealing on your dick, shithead."
wow anons. can't wait to see you taking it back to logan. *daddy! daddy! i just got raped by a psycho and his shapeshifting friend! it was awesome!* that should be good.
>>47857YES!!! Over-medicated!Mac for the F-ing win! I have been samelessly begging for him for a while and I love how write him! I'm alittle intimadated, but I want to try. Unfortunetly I my be some time before I have some thing (and it isn't -just- porn, it's porn that at lest has some contenuity and flow from one to another. other wise it's just 'ficlets' not a round robin)Oh and Deadpool 10-12 was some of the finest writing deadpool has ever freaking had, they are ficking gold! >Get your meat hooks off of me!
>>47872I think we need to have an alt crack!ending where Daken asks for Logans help cus he is M-preg and doesn't know who the daddy is! (yup sleep depravation is fun folks!)Side thought when is Daken going to come? Is he going to do it twice? He has the samina for it....
>>47872I'll be honest. THAT'S totally the moment I'm waiting for. I'm getting a kick out of breaking Daken, but sending him crawling into daddy's lap is what I'm really looking forward to. >>47877Whenever and however you want him to blow, Three. One of us will do it eventually. XD
>>47877Alt crack!ending? This is the only ending I can see right now. And it will be awesome.Cum-dump Daken on the floor would be fun too, but, as Two stated, why choose?
meak!Daken is hard for me to visualize. Not that I’m opposed, I am just curious as to how that would work. I think someone other than me would have to take point on that one, if this is going that way, but I couldn’t help checking in with Logan. It is still very open ended so it’s up to you guys. I somehow can’t see this ending without Daken trolling the fuck out of Logan. I can only see Daken sharing this kind of thing with him to do so. (If we are making the story true) Oh well we should probably finish the porn first, hun? Oh and I’m leavening actual dialog to someone with real talent….~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"He was what? While he what?" Logan had gone pail and was frozen with the bottle half way to his lips. He had been in that way for a few minutes now. Daken knew Logan had seen a lot of shit. Daken also knew the late Sabertooth, worked with him on occasion and hindsight is as they say 20/20. There was no way in hell Logan didn't have a 'story' of his own, but Daken knew that getting fucked by two at the same time, for your first time, AND being eaten during it all, that had to be on a whole new level for the old man.Daken let out a frustrated chuckle, " 'Gnawing' on me, yes that’s a rather accurate description. Biting at my arms and shoulders, licking at it all too. I don't think he got down to bone too much, but then again I was close to blacking out. Oh and yes he was fucking me too. They both were." He delivered the lines with factual bluntness. He didn't want to let on that the biting and the tongue had driven him nuts. That sometime before Mac started using him for a chew toy he had given up trying to ponder the whys. Why did he like it? Why hadn't he fought more? Why didn't he just stab Lester in the beginning of it? He could think of a lot more but none of them mattered.Logan downed the rest of his beer, got up and when to his tent. He returned with a bottle of something stronger already opened. He took a long and steady draw from it and then retook his seat. Mustering up a sigh he nodded to Daken to continue his story.----Daken fought back against the black out that was threatening as Mac began to match Lester's rhythm. Daken groaned again when he felt Mac's tongue roam. It left a slimy trail where ever it went. It moved across his shoulders, taking its time to dig in to the healing wounds. The strength at which it did truly represented the assumptions that the tongue muscle was the strongest in the body. Not that Venom was normal by any means but it was there hot, heavy, strong, slimy and slowly moving its way downward fallowing the flow of blood. Daken was hard. Harder than he had ever been in his long life and through all of this his dick had been neglected. Bullseye definitely wasn’t a reach-around kind of a guy. Venom and Mac were clearly more interested in food and friction respectively. Not even a single tentacle was given, but Daken didn’t notice, at least not until Mac’s tongue accidently rubbed against it in the pursuit of escaped blood. Daken’s entire body spasm with his orgasm, He was so overwhelmed he didn’t feel it coming. When it did Daken saw nothing but white.
I'm going to be a whore and want to know who you guys are so I can find where all your fic is posted and READ IT!!
>>47912At first Bullseye haven't even noticed something has changed at all in Daken's condition, he was so fascinated with watching Mac feed. It wasn't the first time, as they shared not one and not two whores over the time, but few and far between. He didn't usually left them alive enough for Mac to enjoy for long, but if that happened, and Venom started to play, sight was always fascinating, always worth it. Just like now, even if it was fucking Daken and Mac wasn't really destroying him.After a while he noticed though. The lack of little sounds mutant apparently couldn't or didn't want to keep for himself. Not even a quiet moan when Venom grew inside him and took bigger, messier bite."Fuck Mac, did you fucked the bitch into blacking out? Stop. I said fucking stop for a moment shit-for-brains!" He swatted at Macs head again witch gained him a growl but he only rolled his eyes at that. "Yeah, right. Can't you see he's out of it? I don't fucking want him to sleep through the best part."----Few lines. There are people here who will write DP better and hotter and so I leave it to them. The only request I have is about Mac - Have him come a lot and on Daken while Lester laughs at him? Just a request.
>>47891MMMMmmm cum-dump!Daken.... I don't know how I missed that idea but I love it and I think we are heading in that direction. (should he be a cum-dump or cum-slut?) I am not right in the head!>>47917 OFF TOPIC But I have no shame! SEE >>37605 >>37965 those are mine, but they the only things I have done in the last year and a half. (wtf? Daken's my muse??) I want to do a piece for the fic...but I don't know how much my skill will allow me to do. (well, preferably) Maybe AFTER the RR is done we will think about that. (I'm way too busy for both)
>>48046Why are you not right in the head if it's mine idea? It's totally all right to humor insane people, don't feel bad.>>47917Following Three, Four states she is literally no-one, as you could probably tell. But would like to know who One and Two are. Quality porn they can produce on the drop of a hat makes Four very interested in them.
>>48056We can wait! I also support bukkake of any and all kinds. Especially on Daken. Yessss.
>>48057Eek, sorry! I deleted my post when I realized I was too eager and was just going to go ahead right this minute anyway (instead of the things I need to do, oh priorities!). And then I had to delete the first post of this because I forgot my subject line... oh boy. I am so clumsy today.Three, I love your art! ---Their voices were hazy, only half of Lester's snapping reprimands getting through to Daken's ears. Gloved fingers tangled inside his hair and yanked him back, trying to get his attention back, and the sharp pain rattling through him was enough to clear his mind, if only for an instant. "That's better..."Lester was at his back, so it was understandable that he didn't notice it. Besides, shaking with orgasm and shaking with pain had little difference visually, when one got down to it. That was a funny thing, but Daken was in no state to be introspective about it. Mac, however, once he got through his daze, seemed to have realized when one thing his roaming tongue tasted wasn't blood or sweat.It was hard to tell when Venom had shut his eyes, but it became a little obvious when they widened so comically, his tongue retreating back behind those jagged teeth. "Lester..." he managed fretfully."Don't moan my name, you idiot," chided Lester in a groan, but when his head tucked down on Daken's shoulder, allowing him a view of the smooth, stained skin on Daken's chest, the reprimand became a laugh."You came?" he laughed into Daken's ear before his voice turned to sneering mockery, and it made him flinch. "We tear you open, and you came all over yourself... you like it so much, don't you?""I licked it!" declared Mac mournfully, panic spreading over his face that Daken wished he could see clearly. He could have used the laugh. Lester groaned."God, you're so useless like this..." muttered Lester, reaching out to snatch Mac's arm to keep him there."I am not!" snarled Mac, batting Lester's hand away, and he sought to proving it to him. Mac shoved forward suddenly and Daken was lost to another cry, his body stretched and abused to a limit he could barely have even fathomed possible."Ah, better... stop squirming," hissed Lester against his ear. Daken wasn't even aware he was. "You like it so much, keep still.""I like it," rasped Mac in dizzy agreement, sounding needy and breathless as he began to rock his hips, grinding into Daken's body in a gritty push that was nothing short of agony, blood serving as meager lubricant and keeping his insides sickeningly hot. Mac's tongue slipped out again, sliding over the cum that had splashed against Daken's belly. "I like it..."
>>48061Omg, you guys, SO GOOD. And we're all here at the same time, this is crazy. I have errands to run and I don't want to slow us down/miss the opportunity, so skip me if you want! It'll be late tonight before I get a chance to play (so sad).
>>48061 Oh Mac ...and unf! to all of you.
>>48061>"I licked it!" Oh my, oh my! I love this!! You way to good at this! >>48062I am saddened....you and One tag team so well. I would take your turn but honestly I was really looking forward to your post.....Unfortunately I have been out most of the day and I'm being called out tonight as well. That and I'm stalled. I don't know but I feel that something should change....Like Lester should go for his orgasm then step back to view that he and Mac did to Daken, (and the beauty of Mac on Daken) Maybe Mac just needs to give us some tentacle play maybe probe Lester on accident ('cus I'm hooked on the interaction between them.) I don't know. I don't mind waiting but that is because I have plans, so I guess if Four wants a crack at it they can. But I don't think Two should miss this opportunity.
>>48084...then I will delay my errands! I didn't really need to go to the grocery story today, anyway. Food, who needs food. One, Lester being ticked at Mac 'moaning' his name continues to be my new most favorite thing. XD
>>48084Four thinks Two can take all the time they need. Especially if they will provide large quantities of come on their part.... (I can't believe I just wrote that.)
...Dear god, you guys DELIVER. >>47917Ditto, if just so this stuff does not get lost once the thread gets bumped off.
Come and tentacles I can do! What about facials, do we like facials?--Mac's voice dipped low on the last, grating like Venom's claws on bone. His tongue slithered down past Daken's cock, rough and slick all at once on over-sensitive flesh. Daken twitched weakly. The stink of Mac's intent brought an unfamiliar current of dread. Eager, twisted dread.He felt the hot slick saliva on his thighs before the wriggle of Mac's tongue between his legs and up inside him. "Jesus Christ!" burst out of Lester, then white hot agony twisted up his spine and flowed like molten steel through his nerves. Mac's razor-edged screech exploded in his face on a hot gust of air, still ringing in his head long after it had faded. He dimly heard Lester shouting, "Shut him up, shut him the fuck up!" over the racket and realised only when a clawed hand clamped over his face that the noise was now coming from him."Sick sack of shit," Lester grunted, slamming in hard enough to drive a hitching whine out between Mac's fingers. "Even better piece of ass when you're all slicked up, aren't ya. Give 'im s'more."Daken's stomach churned. He tried to shake free of Mac's grip, then bit down hard when it didn't work. Indecision flickered across Mac's face for a split second. Mac wasn't interested in fucking him; turning him into a screaming blood-soaked mess got Mac off, but the hallway was flooded with a pheromone cloud thick enough to choke on. Made of pure desire and running wild with it, Daken couldn't rein it in, and what Lester wanted he did, and Mac bucked under it all like a folding chair.Blunt teeth dug into the tendon stretched taut between Daken's neck and shoulder. Lester's groan rumbled in his ear as skin split with a hot spill of blood. He barely heard the wet slap of flesh as Lester drove in deep one last time and stayed there, grinding up against Mac still fucking him while he came.Faster than Daken would've thought, Lester stepped back and said, "Drop him."Tar-thick symbiote skittered up over Daken's back. "Don't wanna," Mac said, pumping his hips hard as the symbiote probed at abused, aching flesh."You fuckin' do it," Lester snapped, a toothy grin flashing in the corner's of Daken's eyes before a hand grabbed his face, yanking his head back with three fingers shoved roughly into his mouth. "Whore's getting paid with a shot to the face."The jarring impact of Daken's knees hitting the floor wrenched his head out of Lester's grip. Lester's knee caught him dead centre in his back, his spine grating as Lester grabbed hold of him again to pry his mouth open. Mac's shitty aim got him high across the face instead; his eyes snapped shut as he flinched, earning a rough laugh from Lester that made him wonder if it was Mac's doing at all. The next caught the edge of his nose, shortening his breaths as he struggled to keep from breathing it in, then the rest over his mouth, coating his tongue and slipping down his chin. He pushed his tongue against Lester's fingers as it dripped thickly down his throat to smear his chest.
>>48098Oh holy uuunffff. I think this is my favorite section so far. I can't even begin to explain. Just. Unf. That facial. That description. That everything. So good. So damn good. You hit so many of my weak spots. I love it.To the anons asking where we post, I actually... don't, really. I've only posted fic here in these last couple of threads or at the kink meme, and always anon. I can point out which fics are mine, but I really don't like having a name attached to anything. It's just how nervous and meek I get. I'm really flattered about everything, though. I'm glad people like Mac. He is so fun to write. I never realized.
>>48110I adore how you write Mac. Absolutely adore it. I would make you write me lots and lots of him in a fic exchange, but I failed miserably at young!Lester-and-Wade.
>>48111Oh, shota or not, I would love a fic exchange with you sometime! Talented as you are, I'm sure I'd love anything you write. I think we're getting to the end of the story in the robin here (or, I assume we are? Since one of our players didn't want the incest and that's one less section to write?) so I'd be freed up for new things. What presumably Mac-related things would you want from me? So I can start planning and maybe working in between my turns?
>>48113Well, there's no obligation here, I'm just really enjoying your Lester-Mac interactions. Which, you know, 'anything with Lester and Mac doin' stuffs together!' isn't really helpful... but true nonetheless. Har.As long as there are at least two of us who want to keep going on the round robin, there's no reason why we can't write the Logan/Daken. If incest isn't someone's thing, they don't have to keep playing. Anybody is free to drop out or jump in, after all. :3
>>48095Do not fear I will find a way to save this.....ether make up a quick lj or worming its way into the kink meme. (Most like likely the kink meme.) I will find a way! If would be cool if we could archive the entire thread, so we could save the creative process too but I don't think /coq/ does that.>>48110I completely know how you feel! I have a ton of anxiety myself BUT YOU HAVE TALENT! you shouldn't be afraid 'cus your stuff is awesome and you should be proud of it! You are also nice so why would anyone bitch at you? You have no risk!>>48115OH MY GOD that was beautiful!!!! I don't know how I'm going to add to that!! Nor do I think whatever I come up with will be as good but I want to try, you inspire me. It has occurred to me that Bullseye hasn't come yet.....where to aim, where to aim? I have got some ideas, you free to submit your own as my body is threatening to use my keyboard as a pillow. You might not get a post till late morning (us), but I am super hyped to do this chunk. so wait for me please?Also in reference to the planing of other fics Remember the Butt-Plugs....maybe?
>>48115Exactly. As far as I know I'm the only one here with incest thing, and also the only one who does not deliver quality porn, so if you all wanna go for some daddy!play just drop a hint beforehand so I know when to stop reading. It got too overwhelming for me anyway, with awesome that is Mac, rape-y DP, and Daken being as meek as he is.
>>48133 btw that was me...forgot the name. Though you could probably guess.>>48098Ok so… the length got a little away from me (and time) , I was having fun with it and for some ungodly reason I kept wanting Bulls to call Mac ‘Fuck-face’ but I thought it would clash a little too much with what was happening....you’ll see. ----Bullseye gave a rough laugh when he felt Daken weakly push against his hand. “Shit junior you still want it bad don’t you? Eager little whore.” Daken was rewarded with a gruff shove of gloved fingers violating his mouth. They hit the back of his throat hard causing Daken to choke, and sway on his knees. Daken liked them there. Solid and invading like the cocks that had been in his ass before. Lester was obviously delighted in the way Daken was choking and he began pumping himself close to Daken’s face. Daken couldn’t take his eyes off of it. He looked at the member in a whole new light and he wanted it. Daken pushed towards Lester’s groin not caring how he was gagging on the fingers, he wanted something else to choke on.Lester cackled with delight at Daken’s request. He wasn’t stupid; He knew the tables had fully turned. The puppet became the master and he loved it. It didn’t go unnoticed in Daken’s mind either, but he was too weak to do anything and too far gone to care. He would worry about that latter but right now the only thing in his mind was Lester’s cock. “You know I think you’re a sicker shit than I am!” Bullseye’s fingers pulled out and grabbed Daken by his hair as he brought his dick to Daken’s lips. Daken immediately tried to suck in precious air through his mouth but as soon as his mouth opened Lester’s cock was there. Daken choked around it, far more violently than with the fingers as Bullseye began to fuck Daken’s face. Daken suddenly found his arms. They were clawing futilely at Lester’s leather clad thighs, struggling to get a grip on something. “Aww that’s cute, but we can’t have any of it” Lester cooed. “Hay Shit-head wake up!” He was yelling at Mac, and Mac gave a screechy whine of protest. From where Daken kneeled he could see Mac. He was sitting up between the wall and the ceiling, getting a good view while he enjoyed his afterglow Daken figured. “Get your ass down here and hold him”“Why the hell do I have to listen to you?” Mack whined, but even as he said the words he began to climb down just as Bullseye told him too. Mac’s tongue rolled out of the side of his mouth to taste the air. The sight of it and the teeth made Daken moan. “You sound pretty good there with a cock in your mouth, Princess. Feels good too.” Lester said and after seeing that Mac was complying, he went back to thrusting. Mac came around to Daken’s back and calmly grabbed his arms and held them behind Daken’s back leaving him at Lester’s mercy. Daken moaned again as he felt Venom’s tongue on his back, licking up the blood that had dried there. Daken shuttered, the movement prompting Mac to bring a hand around to Daken’s chest to hold him in place. Daken’s Eyes rolled in to the back of his head as Mac’s claws dug in. Venom was becoming excited with the prospect of getting few more bites in. Something he had apparently forgot in his haze of afterglow. Daken started to feel the scrape of teeth along his shoulder and then they were gone. Daken couldn’t see Venom but he just knew Mac had pulled back to open his wide mouth in preparation for a bite, but before he could the heel of Bullseye’s hand connected with his head. “WATCH IT Jackass! Wait until I get my dick out of his mouth!”“But…I wanna….” Mac stammered, but he couldn’t really argue with Lester’s logic.“Shit, just give me a moment.” Bullseye started a quicker pace eager to finish and then abruptly pulled out and stepped back, using his hand to bring him the rest of the way. “There take your damned bite” he said he said breathlessly. “Just don’t get it on me.”“Mac who do you think you’re talking to?”Mac sighed in agreement and eagerly bit in to Daken’s shoulder. Daken instantly felt as if he had been lit of fire. He arched back into the teeth and contrary to previous thoughts Daken’s mouth fell open in a guttural scream. A scream he soon choked through as Bullseye hit his mark in the back of Daken’s throat. The next few spurts hit Daken’s tongue and bruised lips.
>>48196Four is out. One should feel free.I would also like to notice this is a perfect opportunity for plug-play. Ya know, Daken went to Daddy with it still inside? Also, a big plug, uncomfortably so. He would heal too fast for normal, or moderate one. A piece of Venom would work too. Work very well even.
Random lurking anon wants to chime in here with DEEP AND UNDYING LOVE for you guys and your delicious slutty Daken. I do so love seeing him enjoying abuse.This thread is awesome.
>>48196>>I kept wanting Bulls to call Mac ‘Fuck-face’ but I thought it would clash a little too much with what was happening...This made me laugh quite a lot since apparently I am that immature. This section is delicious too. I am so weak for a dirty blowjob. Unf.I'm sorry my reply is a little underwhelming. Busy, etc, you've heard it all before. I love all you guys out there.----"Bullseye," hummed Lester to himself, sounding breathless with pleasure and satisfaction as he took in the sight in front of him. Daken's eyes fluttered when he tried to look back at him, dizzy with the sick combination of arousal and the pain of Mac digging his teeth through his flesh, and his vision was nothing but a blur. Lester's fingers touched Daken's lips, smearing the cum that stained him there, and he might have bitten at them, but all Daken could manage was a shudder. "Bet you like that, don't you?"Daken didn't have the breath to reply, but Mac seemed to fill in for him. "Tastes so good," moaned Mac from behind him, tonguing the now slowly healing wound in Daken's shoulder. He sounded dazed and awed, utterly delirious in his delight. "And it just grows back again..."Lester barked a laugh, shaking his head side to side as if disbelieving. "Maybe you could lock him up, Mac," he invited playfully and cruelly, moving to tuck himself back into his pants and zip up again. "Have an unending snack whenever you wanted."Venom gave a shrill sound of desire at the idea, the symbiote creeping over to slide up Daken's skin instead. The notion had an undeniable impact, as Mac was upon him again. "One more," whispered Mac urgently, as if he was pleading -- whether to Daken, Lester, or the symbiote, he couldn't be sure. "Just one more from you..."At first, through the daze that had overwhelmed him, Daken had assumed that he meant another bite to sate Venom's needs, but as Mac curled closer, the symbiote spreading and tangling around Daken's body, he learned that very much wasn't the case.A real wonder, Daken had to admit, how he got hard again so fast even with all that medication clouding his brain. Or maybe this persistent obscenity was an actual side effect, and not the opposite."Just a little more," he continued, the tone of his voice growing darker as the symbiote's influence became more and more apparent. "Yes..."The first probe of the symbiote creeping inside of him almost felt relieving. It was slick, like a living liquid spilling over his skin. After the abuse of both Lester and Mac alike forcing their way inside of him, it felt almost soothing against his still healing insides, and entered him so easily without even the slightest strain. Daken sighed quietly, too exhausted to do anything but submit to it, leaning his weight back into the man, or more accurately thing, behind him that was responsible for the sensation curling in his belly.The relief didn't last (of course it didn't) forever. When the symbiote became slowly more demanding, it showed. It suddenly pumped inside of him, thickening and hot, spreading and exploiting such sweet places deep inside of his body that Daken hadn't even known existed, much less reacted in such blissful pleasure. Daken moaned vocally as Mac rasped breathy encouragements and promises against his ear, breath hot and rank with the stench of Daken's blood on his tongue.
>>48272 unf! not weak at all!
>>48272Hnnngh!! I hade a few thoughts when I wrote 21 (other than fuck-face lol)....1. how did we manege to write Venom porn without tentacles?2. And Wow from were I put Mac he could totaly get another round in if he was up to it. In one awesome chunk you fixed both!! I can't wait for Two's piece (even though I can cus it's that worth it!) I really want Daken dripping at both ends....
Two is so sorry life interfered with posting in a timely manner! Extra long bit as payoff? Heh.--Harsh rasping promises that drove Daken to all fours at Lester's feet. Hair stuck to the mess on his face as his head bowed. The symbiote rippled inside him, mimicking Mac's brutal thrusts with its own clever twist as if it wanted the taste of his pleasure as much as his flesh. A miserable little noise pushed out of him as it drew back, nothing thick blunt pressure stretching him wide. The trembling started in his arms and crept down his spine like the symbiote's tendrils snaking along his skin. He moaned something, a taunt, a threat, fucking plea, his eyes opening to narrow slits to show him Lester standing above him, every last tooth in Lester's head shown in his grin. It didn't matter that he'd never done this before. He knew exactly what he looked like by the eager gleam in Lester's eyes.Mac's hand closed over the back of his neck, too big to fit more than a few fingers and his thumb. Claws dug into Daken's collarbone, opening small, deep wounds that painted the come smeared on his chest red. His mouth fell open as the symbiote coiled out, Mac's screech of pleasure so close to his ear bringing tears to his eyes when it snaked across his tongue, pushed at the delicate tissues at the back of his throat. He gagged as it surged inside him, splitting him open from both ends, and then it was a moan pushing out around it when the thick length of Mac's cock joined the slick pulsing wriggle of the symbiote in his ass."More," Lester said, leaning closer to watch, "bitch can take it." He laughed and nudged Daken's cheek with his knee like it was the punchline to a joke. "Bet you feel loose as a whore now, don't'cha. Sure look like one.""Feels good," Mac hissed, tongue slithering up the other side of Daken's face. "Tastes better."Daken dropped down to his elbows. The symbiote followed, giving him enough air to make sure he stayed alive and little more. What should've been the arctic-water shock of realising he didn't care if they fucked him to death only drove a louder moan out of him. He ached everywhere, bone-deep and incredible, and still he wanted more. He'd want it as long as Mac or Lester did, and Mac wasn't much more besides a collection of vicious desires.He pushed his tongue against the symbiote wedging his mouth open. It grudgingly slunk back, a response so seamless that a shot of fear thrilled through Daken's blood at the thought that it had sunk deep enough inside him that it had started to become him. Mac's teeth grazed his shoulder and Daken gulped down the breath to tell him, "Do it. Get a good mouthful before you're too busy blowing it."Mac's greedy shiver rippled straight into Daken. "You first," he rasped, "tastes so good, you first," and with a jagged laugh, Daken realised the chemicals surging through his blood, the endorphins and adrenaline and the thick pheromone overdose, had hooked Mac on the taste of his flesh like a junkie after that first perfect trip.
>>48456I feel SO bad to have to ask this...what are mac and daken talking about in the last bit? I know(and Love) all the feelings and movements in the piece I just don't know what you wanted to have happen. Please don't take this as a bad coment, I love everything but I'm just a litte confused, and there is a good chance that it is just me.
>>48506I, uh, find your question a little confusing? So all's fair! One had the symbiote go with the tentacling (new word, wee) of Daken, fucking and getting thicker type thing, so... that's what Mac and Lester are talking about. It was quite late when I wrote it, but rereading it appears to follow and make sense with One's piece, um?
>>48506>>48512I do believe Three was referring to Mac and Daken's last lines, where they're discussing their mutually impending orgasms. It follows fine for me. I find this bit delicious by the way.
>>48512 >>48516Your piece did flow well, I'm just slow and didn't understand what the last bit of dialog was implying. >impending orgasmsThat is what one half of my brain thought but the other was hung up on biting for some reason. I don't know. Just ignore this all! The piece was awesome never-mind me. I'll have 24 up LATE tonight....workworkwork
>>48516OH. Ahar. Communication fail, back to the porn, as we were! XD
Not much and not all that good ether, sorry guys.----Daken was overly aware of his building orgasm and he fought back with everything he had left. Once he came it wouldn’t be long until Mac did. Daken shuttered at the thought of Mack filling him not only the symbiote but with his cum. It was wrong and dirty. Maybe not as wrong as anything else these two have done to him so far, but the thought made him quake with anticipation none the less. Suddenly Daken’s few thoughts were scattered from his mind as a sharp crack sounded fallowed by the clack of his teeth as his chin hit the floor. Lester had kicked out one of his arms, breaking it, he now felt. Both pain and the humiliation climbed as Lester’s boot now ground the side of his face into the floor. Bullseye gave a full laugh which resonated down in to Daken’s head. The mutant started to see stars as he screwed his eye shut against the waves of stimulation. He couldn’t breathe. Venom was on him, in him, everywhere and yet still spreading. Mac’s own need for release was becoming more apparent as the pace of the pounding was quickening. The tendrils clamped down and relaxed in a slick opposing rhythm. Daken twitched and bucked, his body reduced to its most primitive movements. A frustrated hiss came to his ears, “You FIRST.” The tentacles wrapped around his member grew thicker and stronger. Daken gave a hoarse scream with his second release, hovering on the edge of consciousness, and his body limp. He struggled to stay there, to be able to enjoy all the pain through the haze.
>>48591hhhngh yes more brutality. Yummy. No need to apologize at all!I need to be clear: Four mentioned saying they were out, but did they mean for good or just their last turn? I want to be sure before I do anything.
>>48604Four dropped because of incest don't stop now
Eeek, this ended up bigger than I thought because I got carried away and oh god, you guys bring out the worst in me, I swear.----Daken had gone limp beneath him, but he wasn't allowed the indulgence for long. Mac's teeth sunk into his flesh, and Daken went rigid with a broken cry, feeling hot blood drip down his skin that was chased by Mac's drooling tongue. Mac was still moving, still moaning as he moved his hips, pumping inside Daken's body. Daken's eyes drifted shut, and he wanted to succumb, but a hard nudge of that boot against his bruised cheek kept him alert."Stay awake," scolded Lester. "You stay awake for all of this, you little son of a bitch."Daken moaned pitifully, but it was thankfully quiet, easily drowned out by Mac's obscene sounds of pleasure. "Aah..." gasped Mac as he pulled out both teeth and then more, sliding his still stiff erection along the crease of his ass and rubbing it there. In his barely conscious state, Daken didn't understand why Mac pulled out before he came, but then it quickly struck him: Mac wanted to come on him, not inside of him. The symbiote eagerly took place of Mac's dick, keeping Daken stretched and full as Mac rutted into him like an overeager dog. "Hngh, so warm...!"Daken paused when the symbiote shivered and suddenly spilled away from his back, leaving him exposed to the air that seemed so cold compared to the symbiote's embrace, but he knew what it was doing: it was giving Mac a target, leaving him open space to mark as his own.The realization came too late for him to react. A shrill sound escaped Mac and Daken felt the hot splash of thick, sticky cum against his back, dripping down his skin and staining him. Mac panted, lingering there and clinging to him, until the aftershocks left him and he left Daken. He felt cold, limp and useless, gasping for breath as his body healed too slowly in its crumpled heap on the floor.A whistle cut the air, and Daken was again suffering the blunt force of Lester's boot. "Just look at you now," he sighed, and while Daken didn't have the strength to look up, he could hear the smirk in Lester's voice. "Didya have fun, faggot?"When there was no reply (Daken didn't have enough air in his lungs for even another gasp) Lester laughed again, and Daken heard his footsteps slowly retreating. "C'mon, idiot," he called, this particular insult seeming to be a friendly moniker for Mac (when was it ever not?). “Taking out the trash isn't in the job description, right?”---"Why are you telling me this?"Daken inclined his head slightly, a brow arching as he looked at his father with obvious skepticism. "If you wanted me to stop, you could have said so," he said, before smiling and continuing. "I, unlike some people, listen to such requests."The little jibe sent a creeping sensation up Logan's spine, and he narrowed his eyes at Daken for it. "Don't joke about that," he scolded, as if he really were a watchful father disciplining a disobedient child. He could have only hoped that it would ever be that simple between them.Daken shook his head side to side, rolling his eyes at him as he snorted humorlessly. "Well, it's true," he pointed out, which Logan could not deny. "If you think I'm just trying to play with you, daddy dearest, you didn't have to listen.""This is the most words you've ever spoken to me at once," he said quietly, gazing down at his drink. "You don't usually discourage somethin' like that."Logan found himself suddenly sour. He hadn't blamed Osborn for anything Daken did while he pretended to be an Avenger. Daken had joined of his own free will, and Logan knew he could leave the moment he willed it. This, on the other hand, was something else entirely, something he wanted to cause hurt over, and it was ridiculous. Daken didn't need protecting, or this sort of revenge, but parental instinct had taken over, and Logan tended to be violent when he became protective. "It shouldn't have happened like that," said Logan firmly, his tone inviting no argument, glaring into the crackling flames in front of them."Oh, please," drawled Daken, sighing as if so greatly taxed by Logan - as always. Logan was certain that no matter what, that attitude would always stick. "Spare me the sympathy."Logan did not provide any reply right away, taking a careful pause before he spoke. "If it wasn't sympathy you wanted," said Logan, turning his head to look at Daken properly. "Then what did you come here for?"
I'm going to give you guys presents one of these days. Oh yes, yes, I am. So much delicious hotwrong here!--Logan's attention landed on him like an overwarm blanket, suffocatingly thick. Wary hope peeled off his poor disillusioned father in waves. It was if Logan had an endless store of it squirrelled away, ready to trot it out desperate as a beaten dog at the first sign of a grizzled bone. "I would think that's obvious.""Ain't got time for-""All you've have is time, daddy." Hitching the collar of Logan's coat higher, Daken buried his nose in the warm fur. It smelled of frosty air and what he imagined Logan liked to think of as clean, honest sweat. The kind Logan took pride in, the kind that stunk of building something tangible with his own two hands. The things Daken had built rested on dead men's shoulders. Corpses, he'd learned, burned as easily as logs. "Do you know how often you've told me you loved me?"Logan's face went shock-blank. The reek of his confusion was better than his scent sunk into the coat's heavy weight. "I do," Daken said. "I've counted every last one of them. Kept them sweet like the dreams you wish were memories we shared. Not going to ask me why?""Don't figure I need to." Logan's lip twitched back in a snarl. "Tellin' me all sortsa things tonight.""I want," Daken said, carefully editing out the 'need' that first sat on his tongue—this wasn't something he needed, not even something he wanted in the same way Logan would understand it. He'd held back all the time he'd spoken, watching the genuine emotions playing out like a script on Logan's face. Now he loosened the leash he'd kept on his powers, a smile slanting his mouth as he imagined the gradual change in his scent snaking out through the air to shiver against Logan's skin.Logan's nostrils flared. His eyes widened like a cornered animal. "Boy," he growled, free hand curling into a white-knuckled fist, "what the blazes are you doin'.""Who else can I trust?" Daken said, letting Logan's coat slip from his shoulders. "You've already proven what you can't do to me." Unbuttoning his cuff, he rolled his sleeve back to the elbow, staring down at the scar fading too fucking slowly. He dragged his finger along raised white skin to his wrist, Logan's gaze tracking it the entire way. "And what you can do. After all, you've said so many times how badly you want to love me. Give me a kiss. Show me how you'd make it better."Dread, sweet familiar dread, filled Logan's eyes, warring with the dark rise of lust Daken forced him to swallow. It licked at the edges of Daken's consciousness, worrying at his control like Venom's crooked teeth. He'd been sickly fascinated with the idea of giving in to it again since he picked himself up off that cold and filthy floor, nerves still humming with something he'd never had a speck of interest in experiencing.
You people make going to work difficult!!! >>48651OOHH Yes!! If we bring this out in you we need to make sure to hangout more in the future!>>48662Daken's so slimy. It is great.BTW If you guys want to post while I'm at work that is fine by me...I work like 11-12 hours a day and I felt bad for making you guys wait and then I didn't even write much. If you want to post then do it, if not that's ok too. I'll chime in whenever I can.
LURKING ANON LOVES YOU GUYS SO MUCH. Hnnngh.
Daken wanted Logan. He wanted the old man in him, his daddy, hard, tangible, moving. It was the only thing his mind had settled on. The how was quite a different matter. He had for decades manipulated people into doing anything he needed them to do, more often than not, making them feel in love/lust for either him or someone else useful. Other times he broke these intimate ties, never once wanting to know anything about them. Daken knew there were two sides to Logan and if he had to be honest with himself (which he was starting to hate being) as much as he wanted to feel the beast within his father, he was kind of curious as to what the ‘loving’ kind of sex was like. The kind of sex Logan most likely preferred. The thought of it as ‘loving’ made Daken want to gag. In light of certain events he was confident that ‘loving’ or normal sex was just going to bore him. He knew he was screwed up even beyond he own standards. No one is supposed to find what they did to him arousing. Even now, even here it was difficult to fight his body’s reaction to the memories, and only the Lord knows the amount of issues it takes to make anyone want to be fucked by their own father the way he wanted, but a part of Daken’s mind won’t leave him alone until he explores his curiosities.“I looked to others, you know… to figure this all out.” Daken looked long and hard into the fire for a minute then picked himself up and moved to take a seat next to Logan, masking his movements as to move closer to the fire. He put his hands out to worm them, still playing up the innocence. He sits there for a while, just quiet, sincere looking. He can both smell and feel Logan’s uncomfort and when he glanced over to Logan, he was glaring at him from the corner of his eyes. A smirk touched Daken’s lips as he turned back to the fire. Logan’s uncomfort and dread was something he swore he could live off of. “They were nobodies. Strangers. I thought I could maybe salvage something, see the good side, but I couldn’t do it daddy, but then again they weren’t you. Don’t you want to put your broken son back together?” that last part was delivered with a pout as he kicked the pheromones up a notch. Logan steeled his gaze at the fire taking breaths through his teeth, as if it might reduce the effect of the chemicals in the air. “Son, ain’t nothin’ your aimin’ for is gona to give you the mendin’ you need.” It was kind of cute the way Logan still hoped. 'Cute' in the same way struggling against Bullseye had been, but maybe Daken would let him do it for a little bit longer.
I love everyone here right back, and while I'm at it: who wants to discuss Shadowland? You all read it, right? I keep trying to breathe life into the Daredevil thread without much luck, so maybe we can get a talk going here?----"How do you know that?" countered Daken smoothly, words and reason adding to his argument along with very convincing pheromones. "I ask you for something, for the first time in my life..." He trailed away, looking at Logan with deceptive openness, or at least a parody of the image. Logan didn't think Daken even understood the concept.It was a ploy, and an obvious one, but Logan found himself swaying. It would have been like Daken to use such a thing against Logan, to spark his guilt and expose some vulnerable part of him, and of course Logan hadn't wanted to hear any of this. Who would? Especially from his own son, who had only ended up in such a situation because his family had failed him. Logan had failed Daken in many ways, that he could not deny, and he couldn't make himself do it again.Daken wasn't lying about any of it, or Logan would have smelled it on him. What he did smell, though, was something very different. It wasn't the reek of fear (Daken had too much pride to show himself in front of Logan like that, though one day Logan wished he would trust him enough to show his fears, if Daken even had any) but this was something else: anticipation and tense nerves.That was when Logan realized maybe Daken hadn't wanted to say this any more than Logan wanted to listen to it.Logan looked at Daken, and he couldn't help picturing Itsu. There were features of his own in there, ones he certainly didn't get from her: like the broad angle of his jaw and the color of his eyes. There was more than that though, something alien in his features, like that lurking, dark something in those eyes that were meant to be Logan's, and a quirk in those upturned lips that twisted Itsu's peaceful features into something predatory -- and that all came from Romulus.Logan couldn't help himself, and he reached out for him, (God, how long had he wanted to do that, both emotionally and physically?) grasping the forearm Daken had now bared. "You're cold enough without any o' that..." muttered Logan, trying to tug Daken's sleeve down again, and now who was the one making ploys? Logan wasn't entirely being nothing but concerned in the gesture, and he knew it. He still couldn't endure the sight of the scars, knowing what pain he'd given his own damn son was sickening, and it twisted at his gut.Daken didn't miss a beat, of course, he rarely ever did. He grasped Logan's arm in kind, and urged him to his feet. "Then you should warm me up."There was a protest on Logan's lips, and he was certain of it, but Daken already had them moving back towards the tent and Logan wasn't protesting as strongly as he could have. "It ain't much warmer in there than it is out here," Logan felt it necessary to point out, even when he knew the answer that was coming.Daken turned his head, smiling a bit too broadly as he pulled Logan inside. "I'm sure we can change that."
So incredibly rushed, but you guys were rockin' it, so~--The air away from the fire was crisp, and inside the tent soaked with Logan's familiar scent. He kicked off his boots near the entrance, courteously avoiding tracking snow across the rumply bedding strewn over the floor. He dropped easily down near the makeshift pillow, one leg tucked beneath the other, arm slung across his bent knee as he watched Logan warily follow suit. Their fireside chat meant there'd be nothing of the brutality his father showed the day he took his claws. A perverse sort of interest stirred genuine arousal in Daken's belly. He let it slip into his scent, smiled at the slight twitch of Logan's nose. "This ain't what you want," Logan said, eyes filled with the same blind hope he'd seen the first time they'd come face to face. "Y'think it is, but it ain't.""Still playing at daddy knows best.""Been around a while," Logan said, a growl slipping into his voice when Daken rose up on his knees. "<em>Son</em>", slipped out in a warning, but if it was a warning Logan honestly expected to be heeded, he wouldn't stay there like a sitting duck waiting for the slip of Daken's hand along his jaw."You're hard," Daken said, relishing the flare of panic in Logan's eyes. "I can smell it on you. You hate it, because you think it's wrong, but mostly because you're afraid this is what I need from you. And that you do want to give it to me.""You're not gonna like it," Logan rumbled, exactly what he meant lost as he fit a hand to the back of Daken's head and hauled him down for a kiss. It started sloppily, rough, like he'd forgotten the point he was trying to prove, and suddenly eased when Daken's hand slipped down to his shoulder. Then it was the same sort of kiss Daken gave the women he seduced, soft lips and gentle tongue, the scratch of whiskers against his face familiar but not, and the honesty Logan poured into it nothing at all like the lies Daken's kisses told.
>>48844I'm lovin' this
>>48852I am not loving my inability to remember that this board doesn't use accessible html tags and that I need to stick [ i ] in there, but OH WELL.
Anon coming out of lurkdom to say that this is absolutely wonderful and filthy and UNF and I certainly hope this is going be archived on LJ or something, because it'd be a shame to lose it to autosage. <3
I'm sorry if this sucks....I'm super tired and I never know how bad/good thing are until after I get some sleep. I wanted to get so much more in but my mind kept going blank on me. Unfortunately I don't have time to write in the morning or during the day, so your all stuck with this. Pic of Logan 'cus I like it.----Daken decided to play along. Rapping his arms around Logan’s shoulders and leaning in to the kiss deepening it allowing Logan more of his mouth. Logan however was taking his sweet time. Daken couldn’t help but smirk at thought of Logan ‘savoring’ his son. It seemed like forever until he felt his father’s thickly muscled arms creep around his waist. Forever- that seemed to be a theme. He was all for trying the romantic crap, but this had get somewhere a little more quickly. Daken broke the kissing, something that he never took much interest in. He moved to nibble Logan’s lower lip and then continued down along his chin to lap and suck lightly at Logan’s neck. He heard Logan sigh just as his mouth met that horrific flannel shirt. -That- needed to go!‘Its been a while, hun?’ Logan gave low growl and tried to bring Daken’s face back to his, but his son had other plans. Logan was removed of his belt and daft fingers were making quick work of his shirt’s buttons. Logan grabbed his son’s hands and held them still. “This is suppose’ to be slow” he said his voice husky. Daken gave out a huff along with more chemical.“Daddy I didn’t come all the way out into no-man’s-land to suck face for three hours.” With his arms held, Daken knelt to the ground, coming eye level with his father’s strained crotch. He gave Logan a smirk, “seems like you ready for something more too. “ Daken moved his head closer to Logan, going for a nuzzle, but Logan dropped his hands and stepped a way. “Fine” with a frustrated huff Logan striped himself of his shirt and came to kneel in front of Daken. He reclaimed Daken’s mouth while he helped him with his own shirt. Daken watched his father. Logan was like an open book. Daken watched his father steel a look down at Daken’s body. He watched his father try to hide the lust he had for his own offspring, but it was too late for that now. Daken grabbed Logan’s hips to grind against them.
>>48961someone should start putting it on gayreign! any anon out there with an LJ want to do it? writefag anons don't mind if we do?
>>48968It doesn't suck at all! Oh my, how have I never seen that picture of Logan before? That is everything I could possibly want in one place.I don't use any site whatsoever, but I'm sure someone among us who does could feel free to archive this somewhere when we're finished, so long as it's okay with everyone else. ----There was a hitch of breath that betrayed Logan, and the sound was music to Daken's ears. It sounded like a triumph, the first crack in a breaking man, but it was unfortunately fleeting. "Easy," said Logan quickly, his strong, broad hands coming up to hold Daken's hips in return, but it was with the intent to still him. Daken sighed in frustration, trying to push forward again, and Logan only tightened his grip to keep him where he was."Easy," he repeated, voice firmer this time despite the strain from his shortening breaths. "If we're doin' this, s'gotta be..."Logan trailed off then, and Daken snorted in dry amusement. "Be what?" he pressed, genuinely wondering how Logan intended to end that, as if something like this between a father and son could be anything that wasn't utterly obscene.Logan exhaled deeply, and didn't waver. "It's gotta be the way I say," he finished firmly, his hand moving to tangle into the hair gathered at the back of Daken's throat and gripping there firmly. "You don't know what you're doin', boy. I do. You listen to me."It should have been reprimanding, dominating and controlling - and Daken would have appreciated every bit of that - but that wasn't the case. This was Logan expressing concern, seeking trust and faith. This was Logan wanting to love his son and make all of the bad things go away, like he was truly just a child that he could soothe like this was something as simple as a bad dream. Daken didn't doubt that Logan had such fantasies in his mind, about trivial little domesticities and family. Daken gave a sigh at the oozing sentiment and it earned him a frown, then a scratch of rough stubble against his jaw as Logan gently nuzzled his face. "Lay back for me," he instructed, firm hands reaching up to grab his shoulders. He pushed in clear encouragement., and Daken fell back without objection, making a image of himself as he spread out on the tangled bundle of blankets and pillows that could hardly count as a proper bed, all things considered. Logan was certainly a sight like this himself: nothing but rippling muscle that tensed and quivered with his shallow breathing. Daken ran his hands over that defined chest, and a sheen of dull metal hidden beneath coarse hair caught his eye. Curiously, Daken plucked the chain up, admiring the dog tags that seemed to have survived through hell itself. The edges were blackened with obvious burns, and scratches tore the metal. Daken wanted to further his examination, but Logan was quick to draw them back again, tossing it over his shoulder so it didn't dangle between them.“Relax,” said Logan in a low mutter, running his knuckles over Daken's much smoother, shaven chest in an attempt at a soothing gesture. Daken sighed and sunk back beneath it, arms stretching above his head.“I am relaxed,” he replied simply, the corners of his lips turning upward. Logan's shame was obvious in his every motion, the lowered tone of his voice and the slowness in his touches. Daken had to wonder if the gentleness was really meant for his own benefit, or for that of Logan's conscience.
>>48969YES I kind of mind, I am archiving it (and have selfishly gotten attached to it) and will get it a home somewhere! I'm pretty sure I said this TWICE already. (we are a 14K+ words btw) Gayreign is a good place and in some way or another it will get there. Calm down people! It is just that it is unique and I need a away to but parts together because they are way to short to call chapters. THAT and I think I need to add a part about were Dakens clothes go cus if you reread it sounds like he was walking down the hall naked! lol
>>48986Unf, that was awesome. I have work today, but when I get home, I will attempt to write something as awesome to follow up, omg.
>>48986I am a complete flaily mess over this. Logan/Daken slowporn is so much hotwrong, omg, you guys, you GUYS. I will love you both forever, and holy crap, I hope I'm not the only one dying of glee over here. XD--A knee nudged against the inside of Daken's thigh spread his legs wider for Logan to settle between them. There was no way in sweet blazing hell this was something they should be doing, but all the reasons why were a muddle in Logan's head, too much trouble to figure out with Daken spread out beneath him. He'd always been a sucker for the pretty ones. The first time he laid eyes on his son, all he could see was Itsu's beauty. That was her wicked smile aimed up at him, her rich, dark eyes. He couldn't risk losing the chance to find a sliver of her heart in Daken's chest.The small quiver of Daken's belly when he ran his hands across it made his mouth go wet. He bent down low to chase that shiver with his mouth. It'd been a long, long while since he'd had the time to take anybody to his bed; a quick fuck on the run took the edge off, but there was nothing and no one this far north to shorten the time he could take learning the taste of Daken's skin. The uneasy churning in his gut didn't sour it one bit, and he almost wished it would.He stopped short when his chin bumped the waist of Daken's too-thin slacks. He shoved aside the brief wondering if it was genes or vanity that kept Daken's skin so smooth and hairless beneath his mouth and steadied his hands to deal with buttons and zip. A shallow noise, not quite bitten back, brought his gaze up."Even you can't be a total disappointment in everything," Daken said, the harsh edge sliced off his words by the slight catch in his breath. Put-on or not, it tightened up the fist of want buried in Logan's belly. The thick smell of lust filling the tent wasn't. God fucking help him if he knew what the hell to do with a son that wanted to find out what it felt like to ride his daddy's dick.Logan froze with his fingers curled into Daken's open fly. It wasn't too late, not yet, but he couldn't get the echo of what Daken had said out of his head. They were never going to be the family he'd wanted. He'd missed his chance to be anything like a normal father to Daken, to teach him not to throw the first punch unless he had to, that it didn't matter if he was mutant or human. If this was the only way left for him to show Daken that somebody gave a flying fuck, he wasn't going to miss it too.Daken said, "You're like an open book," with a flicker in his eyes that told Logan he'd been thinking it, didn't really mean to say it. The thought of breaking that mask Daken lived behind needled under Logan's skin, filling his blood and his head with a vicious need to follow through. He slapped the flat of his hand to Daken's flank, tugging down his slacks as soon as his hips lifted and long before common sense could dig itself out of the grave. The only thought left in his head then was how fucking beautiful Daken was, soft and hazy in tent's afternoon twilight like an old picture show, his cock as long and lean as the rest of him, curved to fit just right in the palm of Logan's hand. He gave it a slow lazy tug just to see the flutter of Daken's eyelashes and wondered what it'd be like to get his own dick pressed up snug against it, what Daken would sound like if he jerked them off together.