Gambit vs Dante
"Got to say, I like your style, mon ami. But as good as those leather pants looked on you, they look even better off, if you get my drift."
Dante grimaced. Yeah, he was getting the drift alright, and a whole lot more. He was currently buck-naked, draped over some guy's knee he'd only met that afternoon. Which set his lean, muscular nudity on display very nicely, thank you, but that wasn't the point.
When Gambit had first swaggered into the Bullseye Bar, Dante had taken the mutant for an easy mark. Challenging him to a game of strip billiards had seemed more peaceable—and more fun—than yet another super-powered brawlfest. He should've known better.
One long contest of cocky showmanship and bravado later, he'd lost. Not just once, but several times over. Now the rest of the X-Men were setting up shop there, annexing it into the Marvel side's territory, while Gambit got to punish his stripped trophy.
"Hey, c'mon man," Dante tried. He gave an uncomfortable squirm. "This ain't our scene, is it? Obeying orders, following battle lines? Guys like you and me, we're lone wolves. Casanovas! We should be out there wooing the ladies, not—not—"
"Gettin' ourselves spanked?"
"Well—yeah!" Dante said, right before the first smack landed and made him yelp.
Gambit sniggered at the hand print he'd left on the tightly muscled cheek. He started peppering those buns with sharp, sizzling slaps. "Too bad. I actually enjoy spankin' guys like you an' me. Bad boys. I figure, we deserve it more than anybody else, no?"
Dante couldn't deny that much as he bucked and squirmed. He had a reputation for a reason after all, and maybe he was sometimes more interested in being paid handsomely than getting the job done. But still, that didn't mean he relished the idea of squirming bare-ass naked over another guy's lap. The only discipline he was interested in was when Lady was feeling frisky, or one of his other female acquaintances.
It didn't help that Gambit was a surprisingly accomplished spanker. Each clap of his palm brought with it a sharp sting, building up on top of itself until it felt like his whole butt was on fire. Maybe not the worst pain for a guy who'd literally been to Hell and back, but it was way more embarrassing than most of his other injuries too. Maybe that was why his fast healing hadn’t kicked in yet. Instead, his toned ass kept just bouncing up redder and redder.
"Besides, you're giving the cutest wiggles right now..."
Dante bit his lip as the spanking heated up even more. He wished he had his sword. Or his guns. Or any of the dozens of other deadly, magical weapons he always carried around. But he'd lost them all, one by one, as Gambit had bent in front of him to take his shots, wiggling his own cute ass his way. Had the Cajun done that deliberately as a means of distracting him? Dammit! He'd promised to not fall victim to another pretty face, but he hadn’t been prepared for a cocky mutant.
Another blisteringly hot volley of spanks and Dante had to reach back to try and block the hits. Unsurprisingly, his wrist was swiftly grabbed by his opponent and the spanking just kept going. The demon hunter kicked and arched his back as his buttocks heated up to the very edge of what he could handle.
"OWWWW! C'mon man, this—this ain't cool!"
"Agreed. I must admit, I expected more of a challenge from the son of Sparda."
Dante grimaced. His father's legacy had chased him all his life. Now it was even popping up with guys from other realities? But hey, that's what you got when your dad used to be the Legendary Dark Knight.
"But maybe we can have... other kinds of fun?"
Gambit flourished a card and then, slowly, slid it up Dante's ass crack like it was a credit card reader. The demon hunter blanched. One wrong move and he knew the card could explode from Gambit's mutant powers. He kept his buttocks carefully relaxed, struggling to keep them from even clenching at the swiping sensation. Easier said than done, especially when it tickled his very asshole.
He wondered which card it was. The Jack of Spades? Ace of Hearts? Fucker.
"You sunova...!" he yelled. "Quit it already! Get your jollies somewhere else!"
"And why would Gambit do that, mon ami? You don't exactly look uninterested..."
Dante blanched again. Yeah, his dick had been rock hard nearly the whole time. What about it? The damn thing had a mind of its own.
"Because I can offer you something even better than me," he said testily.
"Better than this? Alright, Gambit will bite. What you offering?"
Dante took a deep breath. "You're a betting man, right? Let me up and we'll play another game. Double or nothing."
"Double or nothing what? I've already got you," Gambit pointed out. He even tickled a finger between Dante's spanked cheeks, just to make clear how much he had of him. Dante lurched and squirmed at the sensation.
"I... have a twin brother!" he gasped out, finally playing his trump card.
"Ohhhh?" The poking paused. Gambit couldn't help but grin wide. "Gambit always has enjoyed playing with twins."
Another similarity between us. "I had a feeling you would. So, you agree?"
"Hmm… Okay. But if this is some trick..."
"It's not. I'll even play buck-naked, so you can be sure I'm not cheating."
"Oh, this keeps gettin’ better and better."
So Dante was able to get back up, and as he stepped away he couldn't help but reach back to his ass, wincing at the heat he felt back there. But he only allowed himself a moment of rubbing before moving to re-rack the balls. He could feel the lascivious mutant's eyes on him every step of the way. Yeah, for guys who got off on oneupmanship this whole situation was probably like sweet, sexy candy.
But if he played his cards right, so to speak, he could provide his own share of distractions. Bend over as far as he could, arch his back, wiggle his hot butt with every shot he took. Even offer Gambit a view of his hole and taint. And maybe, just maybe, it'd be enough to make the Cajun miss a few shots. He hoped so, at least. Because if not...
Vergil’s gonna be SO pissed at me.