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@xvlcanx

-Hours Later-

Gabriel sighed, because the event was over and all was better, but he still wanted to wait back and see if he saw… Victor from that night. He knew that the man was nothing but bad news, but he wanted him. Every atom in his body sparked when he was near the man and he couldn’t help himself but to want him. To want to be near him.

His son was with a friend, who Gabe trusted and had other children that was Chris’ age, so he had the rest of the night and next day to himself. So He decided even if he didn’t find Victor that he would still enjoy the hotel room and services.

Walking around he sighed and stopped when he saw a head full of hair and eyes trained on him. His heart picked up - he didn’t know he had been holding his breath and hoping that the other was okay - until he finally exhaled then. “V-victor?”

@razorsharps

Things had gone south, and not from his own doing. Victor had gotten the hell out of dodge the second shit hit the fan: that wasn’t his fight. Whoever was pulling stunts didn’t need another supervillain running around spoiling things. He’d found an exit, took down some security, and spent the night watching from the wings. Waiting to see who had beaten him to chaos.

Come morning, though, he caught wind of a familiar scent. One that had lingered with him most of the night. Using just a simple hat and pair of sunglasses to conceal his identity, he stormed the hotel with morbid curiosity. He hadn’t gotten enough Gabriel, it seemed.

A small smirk played on his lips when the man spotted him, tongue running over his lower row of teeth. “Didn’t get killed? Smart move.” He took a step closer, no fear of the man in front of him. Just questions needing answers, some basic instincts to ignore. “I like a man who can take care of himself.” Feeling emboldened, he reached a hand out to press into Gabe’s shoulder. “You have any idea what I missed? I... excused myself... before things got hairy.”

“Well... hairier than me.”

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@sonofwayne

Damian hadn’t anticipated being grabbed, and if it weren’t for his training he might have been startled. Instead he found himself grinning in delight as this stranger began to pull him from his seat. He knew that if he wanted to he could possibly break the other man’s arm, twisting it in the correct positions to get free. But then again… Mutants and Meta’s were tricky. One could never quite be sure exactly what their gifts were. This man might for all intents and purposes be indestructible.

“This is exactly what I go looking for… A real man, who fucking takes what he wants. Someone who can wreck me good, so Daddy can see what a whore I’ve been that day.”

Going along easily, following quickly in hopes of not making a scene as he was tugged along towards the back alley. When they’d arrived in the shadows Damian used a quick fluid motion to pull Victor closer so that he would be pinned against the brick wall. Body leaping in the process so that he could straddle the other man’s waist, legs wrapping tightly around that thick body.

@razorsharps

Half the fun was the struggle. The look of fear in the eye as predator encircled prey. Victor had been expecting that, not this. The immediate submission without letting go of power. Victor had anticipated some fight tonight, but this was much better. He pushed hard as Damian pinned himself against the wall, baring his fangs as the tip of his nose brushed against the stranger’s. “Just my luck,” he growled, hands running roughly up Damian’s shirt, the sharp claws on his fingers dragging against skin, not wanting to break it. Not yet, anyway. “Find the best little whorehouse in Gotham and don’t even gotta go inside.”

Just because he was willing didn’t mean Victor couldn’t have fun. He could still bend, still break, still push at every limit until all that was left was a crumpled heap in the alley, panting and crying and begging for more. As the fabric bunched in his palm, he firmly pressed a hand against Damian’s chest to hold him in place while the other went down to his jeans, undoing them -- just loose enough to fall down his thighs, hardness pressing against his underwear, straining at the fabric. “Daddy’s gonna be so worried about you, but don’t worry. I’m here now.”

His hand dug into his briefs, pulling out his cock, the tip dragging slowly against the pert ass, the young man’s formal wear absorbing some of the touch. Victor’s lips went to Damian’s neck, teeth pressing against his throat. “Beg for it. I don’t want to kill you yet.”

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Child’s play.

Breaking into the bank had proven easier than even he could’ve foreseen. Blot out the cameras, a claw though the narrow slit between electronic doors. Hurt like a bitch, but he’d get better. Always did. Victor kept his head low as he heard the alarm sounding, weeks spend casing the joint, making sure he knew exactly where to go.

With a deft hop he was over the counter, smashing a computer just for fun. The money was in the vault, and the vault was laughably protected. Maybe it was a chore for the average criminal, but really, anyone in New York should’ve been preparing for the worst. And that was him. He stuffed bills into the backpack slung over his shoulder, dye packs and all. His skin would stitch itself back to his normal rosy complexion before the cops could show up.

He didn’t count the cash, just grabbed what he could as he counted to sixty in his head. At fifty-nine, he was on his feet and barreling toward the door. Ready to run, escape a richer man, and face none of the consequences of his actions.

(Narrator’s voice: He was wrong.) ( @mcstercfmcgic )

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@xvlcanx

Gabriel was definitely one who could weed through bullshit, but he never could stop himself from being smitten and into guys. Especially when they were as hot as this man in front of him. Tall, Beefy, long hair, and muscular just like he loved them. He definitely had Gabriel already blushing, especially when the the other touched his shoulder. He was ready to take this man with him and keep him. But everything else in his body screamed that this man was no good for him. He laughed. “I am just searching around. Nothing has really caught my attention. Until now.” He stated and looked at the other with a smile.

He looked at the other and could definitely tell that the man was definitely not a electrician. He knew that it was something that was bad to assume, but he could tell the other was definitely a villain, but he couldn’t help but to be infatuated with him. “I am Gabriel Summers.” He smiled and placed his smaller hand into Victor’s. He knew that the other was bigger, but he was sure he could take him. “So, how about you cut the crap and tell me your true intentions.” he chuckled innocently.

“True intentions?” Victor echoed, giving Gabriel’s hand a squeeze despite the call-out. He had no issue with that, it was all part of the game. He leaned in slightly, head tilted to the side, blocking out the rest of the room beyond the handsome man before him. “Not sure you’re ready for those yet, kid. But don’t worry your pretty little face...”

As he trailed off, he bit his lip. Victor brought a hand up, thumb brushing against Gabriel’s chin, then briefly to his jaw line. Smirking to himself, barely hiding the little chuckle that came with it. “When it all goes down, I won’t hurt a hair on your head. Unless you’re begging for it.”

His hand fell down again, hanging limp at his side. “’Til then, can I get you a drink? I’m parched.”

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@winter-soldier-asset-bucky

If the other wasn’t following orders, then he was a commander, the one giving orders. The twisted logic made perfect sense to the asset. The world was divided into those who obeyed and those who directed others. He shook his head. “My purpose is to obey.” Without orders, he was lost, useless, broken. A defective tool would be destroyed.

“I am a weapon,” he answered honestly. “I am an asset of HYDRA.” What else was there to say? Those were the two statements he knew to be facts above all else. They were his entire identity. He turned to watch the strange man next to him, waiting, although for what, he wasn’t sure.

HYDRA. Vic smirked, head shaking. Poor guy hadn’t gotten out. There was more than one organization out there that pulled this shit. He’d gone from mild interest to something closer to concern almost instantly. Not that he cared. He just hated the type. Evil scientists fucking around with people’s minds. “Weapon X,” he said, unsure if the name meant anything to the soldier. “Think you and I might have more in common than first glance.”

“You really think you’re gonna kill Cap tonight? That building’s full of hero-shits. I can smell ‘em. You might get off the shot, but you’re gonna go down with him.” His eyes traced up to the stern face of the soldier. “But if you want in, I got an in. Back door’s open. Don’t think I’m gonna save your ass if you decide to get reckless, though. Not gonna get myself killed for a cyborg fuck who can’t think for himself.”

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sonofwayne:

@razorsharps

“Sounds like you just find great company wherever you go then.” Damian watched as the other man rose up, their eyes now level as they both sat leaning on the table. He stared the other down, watching carefully for any sign of action. Waiting for the other to strike, but instead he simply showed a pair of large fangs. Those could do some serious damage.

“I’ll have you know that my Father explicitly taught me to bark up other people’s business. Besides, how else would I make new friends?” He raised his eye brow in a challenge. Grabbing his bear off of the table and taking a long drink from it. “As for a death wish, you could say I’ve been holding onto that for a while now.”

“Yeah?” Victor questioned, raising a single brow. The kid smelled rich, all the trappings of luxury and wealth on him. The beer he was drinking complimented it in an opposite attracts sort of way. It shouldn’t work, but it does. He’s got no fear, and he’s goading a man clearly capable of tearing him apart. He really must have a death wish. “Well ain’t this just my lucky day.”

He waited for the kid to reach back to the table to put the mug back down, hand snapping out to take firm hold of his wrist. Such a thin wrist, tender and breakable. Victor’s tongue runs over his lips, giving a quick yank of the arm. “I’ve got a thing for guys who don’t know any better,” he growled, snickering, his grip tightening just a fraction more pressure. “This what you want, boy? Go around looking for men who call your bluff?”

Victor rose to his feet, pulling Damian up along with him. He was no longer looking at the kid, instead to the edge of the patio, where the front face of the restaurant fell into the darkness of the alley between shops. “Consider it called,” he growled, fully ready to drag Damian off. “Be a good boy and I might even let you run back home to daddy when we’re done.”

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@harveyxquinn

If a look could kill there was no doubt that Harley would be dead now at least twice over. The other man had a way of holding Harley’s gaze, and if the man was sane he might have actually been afraid. Instead he was drawn to the deadly gaze, eyes glimmering brightly with ideas circling through his head.

“Oh really big guy? And as a psuedo immortal what does one spend his time doing instead of worrying? Lotta self love locked away in your bedroom HaHA! Or maybe you like to play with others huh?” Boundaries were non existent for Harley, and prying had become second nature to the boy. Eager to poke and prod until he’d gotten them just to the edge of breaking. Watching the tension build was always so much fun.

“Well Victor, can you keep a secret? Of course you can, what am I sayin!” He quickly looked around the room as if someone was spying on them. Once assured that no imaginary spies were listening in he leaned up against the other man to whisper in his ear. “You see that big hotel over there? Imma break into it.” He giggled delightedly before pushing off of the other man and flinging himself back into his chair. “I got a plan, and I ain’t missin no fancy party just cause my invitation got lost in the mail.”

@razorsharps

“Oh, I like you.”

Victor leaned in to the conspiratorial huddle, happy to play along with the man’s... particular brand of conversation. His mouth curled into a vicious, playful smirk as Harley got close, not wanting to let him go when he proceeded to pull away. He let out a guttural growl, possessive of a stranger. He considered pulling Harley back to his lap, but instead pulled the entire chair closer, the feet scraping on the hard ground until their knees were just barely touching.

“Harley.” He exhaled, grinning, his hand tracing a circle on the man’s thigh, just above his knee. “I’m gonna level with you. Been alive a long time. A hundred years, at least. Never been more turned on in my life than when I heard you say break in.” He grinned, barking a bit of laughter. “Mind if I come with? Got a score to settle with a guy in there. Don’t want to keep him waiting.”

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@webcrawlin

Peter made his way through the hotel lobby, past the reception desk and the piano which was being attended by a talented musician who filled the space with music. He’d been trying and failing to stave off boredom for the better part of that afternoon. There was nothing left for him to do within the confines of the hotel. Peter had already beaten every high score in the arcade, leaving PBP flashing on all of the games within. Gotham City was as mysterious as it was large and Peter wanted to explore every inch of it, or at least the area around the hotel. Pushing through the double doors he stepped onto the streets and took a deep breath of the city air. It reminded him of Queens.

Within five seconds Peter came to an abrupt halt. He half-expected to find a homeless man when he followed the source of the voice that had called out to him. Instead, he found a rugged looking blond man with a nice pair of shades. Peter gave an awkward wave, not wanting to come off as rude. He had no idea who this was. “I’m just exploring! I saw an ice-cream shop down the road and it’s hot out. I figured I’d get some.” He told him, still trying to figure out the identity of this blond stranger. “Do I know you?” Victor had spoken to him with such conviction that he was certain they had met at some point.

He smelled like Stark. It was almost too much. The lingering perfume hit every note in Victor’s senses. The confusion was intoxicating in its own way: clearly Stark hadn’t done quite the identification job if he wasn’t being recognized. That was fine, though, he didn’t need a bad first impression.

Letting out a low, heavy chuckle, he shook his head. “My mistake, then,” he said plainly, turning his head to size the kid up. He looked like he could put up a fight, but Victor didn’t want things to escalate to that. Not yet, anyway. “I thought Mr. Stark was sending somebody to come meet with me. I must’ve gotten the time wrong...”

He lowered the sunglasses, peering at Peter and squinting from the sunlight now directly shining in his eyes. He flashed a smile, careful not to show the tips of his elongated canine teeth. No need to scare the poor lad when they were only starting out. “You mentioned ice cream?” he asked, a devilish twinkle in his eye. “I could go for some ice cream.”

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@winter-soldier-asset-bucky

@razorsharps

His head tilted a bit at the other’s answer. He had heard the name floating around, but such a person had never been one of the asset’s targets so his knowledge was limited. “Why attack if you think the decision is stupid?” he questioned. “Are those your orders?” If killing Wolverine was the other man’s mission, it made sense to the weapon that there would be no questions.

A team. Fair. Two targets, two people. “What skills to you need, sir?” he asked. “Various martial arts. Sniping. Firearms. Bomb production. Knives. My purpose is assassination and I was trained to carry those out.” He twisted his metal arm. “This as well.” His voice held not smugness or bragging, just a laundry list stated with all of the warmth one would have when reading tax codes.

“I ain’t following orders, buddy.” He practically laughed as he said it. “I do no man’s bidding but my own. He’s a dead man walkin’ cuz I want him to be one. You should try it sometime. Liberating.”

He set his fork down, pushing the plate away as the man explained his mission. Sounded more like a prison to Vic. “Purpose?” he questioned, mulling it over. He was no Rhodes scholar, but he knew enough to know that words had meaning. He didn’t trust that one. Purpose. “Who are you, exactly?” he questioned. “What are you?”

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