|Continuation of a Kink Meme Fic
||[Oct. 10th, 2010|05:02 pm]
Cable x Deadpool
A-ha! Hi. Um. =D
So, yeah. I'm waiting on some sources for my thesis, and got bored, and people on the kink meme asked for a sequel to Caution: Sex Pollen at Work and I thought... well, why not?
Beta'd by crystallicsky; any remaining mistakes are mine. I do not own Deadpool, Cable, or anything from the Marvel Universe. This fic was written for fun, not profit. Hope it doesn't suck.
Nathan and Wade arrived at Wade’s apartment with a bright flash of light. The flash of the bodyslide glow faded away, leaving mid-morning sunlight as the only source of illumination. Dust stirred up by their arrival glittered in the warm yellow rays sliding through the broken and warped slats of ruined privacy blinds.
Wade neither noticed nor cared. The instant they’d landed and steadied themselves, he pulled Nathan in for a kiss that the other man eagerly returned.
When they finally separated enough that they could breathe, Wade licked his lips (mmmm… Nate-flavor!) and met Nathan’s gaze as he offered, “Last chance to back out.”
“Stop insulting me,” Nathan replied, and kissed Wade again. “I’m not going to back out. I don’t want to back out. In fact, I’m going to call the office and let everyone know that we’re fine and we’ll be back later. While I’m doing that, you will get naked for me.”
Wade scowled. “What makes you think—“
Nathan stepped back and pulled his cellphone from its holster. “Strip, Wade. Get naked for me. Let me see you. Let me see everything.”
“…You do know you’re asking a lot of me, right?”
“Yes.” Nathan’s voice was a husky, sexy growl. “Take off your clothes, Wade. Take them off for me.”
For once in his life, Wade did not argue. He watched Nathan warily as he moved his hands to the makeshift skirt (KILT, for the love of Christ – preserve his masculinity, already!). He still half-expected this to be a trick, to be a joke. What was understandable with mind- and mood-altering drugs seemed less certain, less sane, when all parties were sober.
“Irene? Yeah, it’s me,” said Nathan into the cellphone. His gaze never left Wade. “I know. I know. No, everything’s fine. Deadpool and I have taken a little detour. No, we’re fine. We are fine, Irene. We’ll return to Rumekistan in a little while.”
The kilt was gone and Wade quickly pulled off his boots. Deciding to screw with Nate’s head and his assurances that this was real, Wade turned his back to the other man in a sensuous swirl of hips and spine. Looking over his shoulder, playing at “sultry” for all he was worth, Wade slowly pushed the torn remains of his uniform pants over his hips and down his thighs.
Nathan swallowed hard as he was treated to the sight of Wade bending and flexing in a seductive display. That firm, beautiful ass that he loved to watch so much was bared to him and he made a rough noise of approval and want.
Wade was surprised at the reaction. Either Nate was a better actor than he was or the man really did lust after his butt.
“If you really must know, Irene,” Nathan said suddenly, uncharacteristic impatience in his tone, “we’re going to have sex. With each other. As much as possible.”
A high-pitched nauseated squeal erupted from Nathan’s cellphone, loud and clear along with the shriek of, “Jesus, Nathan! If you don’t want to tell me, fine! You don’t have to make up disgusting stories!”
“Whatever you say, Irene,” Nathan replied, smirking. “May I get on with—? Thank you. Yes, let Domino know we’re elsewhere for a little while. Thanks. ‘Bye.”
Wade, who was by now fully naked, had straightened up from the blatant ass-baring display. He let out a yelp as two hands – one flesh, the other metal – were suddenly pressed to said ass. He shivered as he fought his fight or flight instinct; closed his eyes on a sigh as he felt Nathan’s wide palms and long fingers shape themselves to follow the curve of his buttocks.
When he felt Nathan’s mouth – hot and wet – on the back of his neck, Wade let out an undignified squeak.
“Thank you,” Nathan murmured against Wade’s skin. “Loved that little display. You could make a living being a high-priced stripper.”
“Sure, except for the gross skin condition,” Wade muttered, and then groaned as Nathan’s hands shifted to take hold of his hips. He could feel the tips of Nathan’s pinky fingers resting along the fine crease between hip and thigh and wondered why that felt so erotic.
“Says you,” Nathan retorted, and slid his tongue along a ropey scar that led to the point of Wade’s right shoulder blade. He grinned at the shiver and gasp that resulted. “I told you: I want to put my mouth all over you.”
“I think you’re fuckin’ nuts,” Wade growled. “Think you’ve got brain damage from the sex pollen.”
“I hadn’t been exposed to the ‘sex pollen’ yesterday,” Nathan shot back. “Do you remember asking me ‘What?’ when you noticed I was looking at you during the meeting in my office?”
“Yeah?” It was difficult to focus on Nate’s words when Nate’s mouth was nipping tiny little bites across the line of his shoulders.
“I was thinking of you… and that big desk… and bending you over it,” Nathan confessed, and scraped his teeth over a bumpy, rough patch of skin.
Wade groaned and thrust his hips, whining when Nathan tightened his grip and forced him to be still. He was so fucking hard; wanted sex now, dammit!
“You—“ He panted roughly for air and tried again. “—you were not.”
“Oh, yes, I was,” Cable replied, laughter evident in his tone. “Remember you invited me to go get lunch with you, but I stayed where I was? I was using the desk to hide how hard I was. I’d been thinking of you gripping that old wooden desk so hard it cracked. I’d pictured you with your legs spread, your spine curving as you thrust your hips back at me, calling me all sorts of filthy names as you demanded harder and faster from me.”
“No—“ Wade denied, unable to believe it. His words were cut off as Nathan reached around to take hold of his erection. He shuddered with lust as that big, strong hand gripped with just the right amount of pressure and began stroking.
“Yes,” Nathan countered. He put his mouth to Wade’s neck; found the strong cord of tendon on one side with his teeth and raked over it. He stroked down with his hand at the forceful thrust of Wade’s hips. “I was making you crazy with sex in my head. I was making you wild and desperate and wanting me so much you swore you’d never leave my side. I almost came, Wade – right there, right in front of Dom and Michael and you, when I fantasized you screaming my name and coming all over the desk!”
Wade shouted wordlessly. He tried to lurch forward, reacting with… shock? Lust? Flight or Fight again? He didn’t know, but he found himself caught by the hips again; pulled hard against Nathan for an instant before he was spun around in a dizzying twirl. His back hit the nearest wall an instant before Nate pushed in against him and held him there with his body weight.
“Pervert,” Wade breathed. “You sick bastard! There’s no way you were having a kinky sex fantasy there in front of us, hiding behind your desk! Not with me as the star!”
“Oh, yes, I was,” Nathan growled, and kissed Wade hard. “That’s not the only one I’ve had. It’s not my favorite fantasy of you.”
The bigger man laughed; a heavy, wicked burst of noise. “No, he wasn’t anywhere in it. Want to hear, Wade? Want to hear my favorite thoughts of you?”
“Please…” The word came out as a whine, but Wade didn’t care. He was holding tight to Nathan’s back, digging bruises into flesh and dents into metal beneath the slick fabric of the pale gray uniform.
Nathan kissed him again, and then pulled back to smirk at him. His hands began to roam across Wade’s body, stroking with the obvious intention of feeling every inch of the mercenary’s ravaged skin.
“My favorite fantasy,” he said, looking into Wade’s dazed brown eyes, “takes place in front of a bank of floor-to-ceiling windows. Could be Rumekistan, could be Providence, could be anywhere, really. I don’t care much beyond the possibility that someone might see what you’re doing to me.”
Wade made a ragged, questioning noise since he was unable to articulate at that moment.
“I’m on my knees,” Nathan whispered, and slid his hands along the muscular curve of Wade’s torso. His fingers slid over fat tumors and scar ridges without hesitancy; paused and went back to rub delicately over slick patches of unmarred skin. “You’re standing, I’m kneeling… you have my head in your hands and you’re watching as you fuck my mouth, Wade. You’ve ordered me not to move and I don’t. I hold still, holding onto your hips for balance, and let you take what you want from me.”
Wade lost control, then. He shouted and thrashed; lashed out with strong arms and fisted hands, trying to strike something – trying to keep control, somehow – as he came hard against Nathan.
When coherence returned to him, he was being held upright, still. Nate’s hands had settled against his ribs, propping him up, and Nate was nuzzling his left shoulder. It was… odd… to feel someone stroking lips lightly over his skin, over and over, because someone actually wanted to.
“I made you come,” Nathan said when Wade lifted his head. The tone of the other man’s voice was sheer delight and amazement. “Just by talking. God, Wade…”
“Vivid imagination,” Wade grunted, and pushed at the other man. When Nathan obligingly stepped back, Wade pursed his mouth at the sight of the mess he’d left on the mutant’s uniform. Then, he glared up at Nathan and asked, “Where did the fantasies come from, Nate?”
Nathan blinked and lifted his eyebrows in surprise. “My mind?”
“No! I mean: how did we suddenly go from you staring at my ass to having fantasies about said ass?”
“You don’t like knowing I fantasize about you?”
“I’m saying that it seems awfully fucking convenient. Barely thirty minutes ago, you were confessing to staring at my ass. Only staring. Now, all of a sudden, you’re telling me just yesterday you were fucking the hell out of it in the privacy of your own mind while the rest of us mooks lurked around your office, talking about mundane bullshit!”
“I figured you’d have tried to deck me or kill me outright if I admitted to the fantasies first,” Nathan said with a shrug. He smiled at Wade. “I’m not lying to you, Wade. I’m not fibbing to make you feel better about yourself. I promise that I have been fantasizing about making love to you for months.”
“Good, ‘cause you don’t really need to play mind-fuck games with me to get into my pants,” Wade muttered. “I’m so easy a caveman could do me.”
“I flatter myself that I’m a bit more evolved than a caveman,” Nathan said, “even if you do reduce me to monosyllabic grunts on occasion.”
Wade opened his mouth to reply, paused, processed, and then yelled: “Months?!”
Nathan grinned. He looked so happy that it made Wade’s skin crawl. Obnoxiously cheerful and contented people just got up his nose. And there was Nathan Christopher Charles Jesus Patton Priscilla Summers Askani’son, all silver-haired and pretty smile, being happy at him.
Wade threw a punch. “Stop fucking with my head, Nate!”
The bigger man dodged the punch, and then stepped into Wade’s personal space again despite how incredibly dangerous that move was.
“I’m not,” Nathan said, staring Wade down. He was very aware of the mercenary’s hands poised to deliver crippling pain if he said or did the wrong thing. “I am being completely honest with you, Wade, because you deserve that. If you’re going to trust me enough to let me touch you, to let me look at you, then you deserve honesty.”
“Really? Fine! When was the first time you ever thought about fucking me?” Wade demanded.
“After the One World Church fiasco. After I turned off the Façade Virus and your skin reverted to normal.”
That took the wind out of Wade’s sails. He stepped away, putting several inches of distance between them as he regarded the other man suspiciously.
Nathan scowled as he looked away from the mercenary. “You were so… angry. And hurt, I could tell. I know how much you wanted to beat the tar out of me; maybe even kill me for doing that to you. I wanted to show you, then, that your skin didn’t bother me. Your body is fantastic, your eyes… God, they’re beautiful and frightening, all at once. Your skin is scarred and covered in tumors and that really does not bother me. I wanted to prove it to you, then. I’d have gone on my knees in front of you, but you made it clear you needed me to get away from you, so I did.”
Wade crossed his arms over his chest. “You’re shittin’ me.”
“Nope. Not even a little bit. After that, it was gradual. Every once in a while, I’d think about you. Then, after you rescued me by bringing that T.O. baby to fix me with, the fantasies started in earnest. You moved into Providence and we hung out more. Every day, I’d think of seducing you. Then…”
“The murder,” Wade said shortly. “The one I didn’t even remember committing or the reason why.”
Nathan nodded. “I threw you off Providence because I felt like you’d stabbed me in the back. It hurt. I wanted to make you hurt back. I regretted it immediately, but… well… my pride wouldn’t allow me that luxury. I’m really quite arrogant, Wade.”
“No-o-o-o-o-o,” the mercenary drawled in feigned shock. “You don’t say?”
Nathan frowned at him. “Look, long story short, Wade: I have thought about sex with you frequently. I look at you every chance I get. I want you so much my hands itch with the need to touch you. I don’t know the words to say that will make you believe me, Wade. I’d give just about anything to know what those magic words are, if they exist.”
Wade was silent as he considered everything being said to him. Finally, he replied with, “It’s been too long, Nate. I told you that in the abandoned facility. It‘s been too long with me livin’ like this to believe anyone wants me the way you say that you do. If it ain’t my skin keepin’ people at bay, it’s my mouth and the clusterfuck of a brain behind it. If it ain’t that, it’s what I do for a livin’.”
“I don’t have all the answers, Wade, or even the right ones,” Nathan said quietly. “What I know is that I want to take you to bed and be skin-to-skin with you. I want to put my mouth and hands all over you. I want you inside me. I know what you do for a living. I know what you’re capable of. I know what you look like, what your brain is like, what you are like. You still turn me on so much I can’t stop thinking about you, not even during meetings. It doesn’t make any sense, but there you have it.”
Wade groaned at the renewed rush of arousal through his body. He was a strong man, able to resist many forms of torture, but Nathan saying such sweet nothings in that husky Charlton Heston voice…?
“Alright,” he said, and uncrossed his arms. “I am willing to give you the benefit of the doubt, even if I think you’re loonier than I am for wanting this hot mess when you could be shackin’ back up with Domino.”
Nathan shook his head; started towards him. Wade opened his mouth to add to his statement, but Nate could move surprisingly fast when he wanted to. In an instant, he was standing in front of Wade, cupping his hands to the back of the other man’s scarred head, following the curve of it with his fingers as he pulled Wade into another kiss.
That, strangely, was when Wade noticed that Nathan’s hands were bare. He pulled out of the kiss and stared at the other man, surprised.
“What?” Nathan asked, concerned.
“Your hands are bare,” Wade muttered. “You ripped your gloves off your hands back in that bunker. You were… petting me, petting my skin, and all of a sudden you looked angry and tore them off, like they had turned into zombies or somethin’ and were eating your hands.”
“They were blocking me from feeling you,” Nathan said, nodding. “That’s why I tore them off. I didn’t really have any coherent thoughts on the subject. I knew what I wanted, so I made it happen. What I wanted was to feel your skin.”
“You left the gloves behind,” Wade said quietly.
“I’m seriously considering going without them whenever you’re around,” Cable confessed, “just in case you get the sudden urge to allow me to touch you.”
“Allow? Nate, I’ve been dyin’ to get your hands and mouth on me since we left the bunker in Rumekistan. Instead, I’ve had to put up with page after page of emo-tastic introspective discourse!”
Nathan gave Wade an extremely confused look.
Wade sighed. “Never mind. Just… come on; bed’s this way.”
Nathan followed Wade into the sparsely furnished bedroom. His eyes remained fixed on a certain location. “By the Bright Lady, Wade, I love to watch you walk.”
Wade smirked over his shoulder. “I’ll show you my gymnastic routine later.”
“Yes, please,” Nathan agreed fervently. “For now, though… stop right there. Stay still.”
The mercenary paused in the act of crawling onto the bed. He had one knee on the mattress, the other foot on the floor. He was bent forward, bracing himself on his hands.
“Thought you said you can’t get it up again just yet?” Wade queried.
“I can’t. I’m too raw from being inside you for hours. I can’t even get hard right now. But you’re in the perfect position for me to do… this.”
That being said, Nathan set his mouth to the back of Wade’s neck. His tongue pressed easily to Wade’s skin and then, he was moving downward. He followed the line of Wade’s spine from top to bottom, dragging his tongue in a leisurely slide over the interestingly textured skin. Wade tasted odd; not good, but not bad, and Nathan discovered when he got to the tailbone just how sensitive Wade was in that little pocket where the bisection of his buttocks began. He flicked his tongue there, dipped in and swirled around, and smiled just a bit at the desperate sounds Wade was making.
Wade panted for air, desperate and so tense he felt his bones would crack any second. Focused on the sensation of Nate’s tongue, he stared, wide-eyed, at the cracked beige wall beside the bed and mumbled, “Always wanted you to lick my ass, Nate, but this…!”
“Isn’t that usually for a different part of the ass?” Nate teased him. “Like, say, down here?”
Wade began shaking as he felt Nathan split his cheeks apart; felt hot and moist breath trail down. “You don’t know where that’s been, Nate!”
“Oh, yes, I do.” Nathan’s voice was muffled, but indubitably smug. “I know precisely where it’s been, at least recently. As I recall, it spent several hours in an abandoned Rumeki bunker, taking my penis inside easily no matter how hard or deep I thrust…”
“Are you calling me eas-eee!” The word ended on a shriek as Wade felt the tip of Nate’s tongue lick him with deceptive delicacy there. The shriek choked into a gurgle as Nate licked harder, licked into him, and Wade tried to not die from an ecstasy-induced aneurysm.
A few moments later, he realized he was making decidedly obscene noises. They were harsh, greedy sounds of lust that spilled from his throat in time to every short, slow thrust of his hips that moved in rhythm to every slow lick of Nate’s tongue.
You’re humping air, his Little Yellow Box voice accused. You desperate, dirty slut!
“Shhhhhuuuu… shuuuuuuuuut up,” Wade groaned, managing to make his speech center work. “So… good. No… nobody… ever… pleaseohGod…”
Nathan stopped licking. “Good. Good. I’m the only one who’s ever done this to you.” He scraped his teeth along the curve of one round, firm cheek.
Stopping, though, gave Wade back control. He turned in a whirl of movement that Nate hadn’t really caught up with until Wade was already standing over him. He looked up at the other man warily until he realized their position. Wade was standing over him and had one hand buried in his hair even as the mercenary looked down at him with dark, expectant lust.
Nathan lifted his hands to Wade’s thighs for balance, but otherwise went pliant. He nuzzled his head against Wade’s hand and waited.
“Really, Nate?” Wade trembled, just a little bit. “You’re really gonna let me…? Holy wow, Nate, you’re the best! Now, here: take it in, slow and easy.”
Nathan allowed Wade to guide him forward. He allowed Wade to murmur disjointed orders of how he wanted his dick sucked. He obeyed every breathless, hot tumble of words that fell from Wade’s mouth as he used his own mouth to give the other man pleasure.
Wade watched Nate’s face intently. Even as he worked his hips in tiny little thrusts, slipping his cock in and out of Nate’s mouth, he watched the other man’s face for any sign of disgust or impatience. Wade saw only desire and greed; the honest craving to be on his knees, servicing a monster with his mouth.
“You want this,” he growled down to Nate, and moved a little faster. He shivered at the slide of Nathan’s tongue along his cock. “You want to do this to me, just because!”
Nate’s gaze lifted to his, blue eye and techno-organic eye telegraphing how very much Nathan wanted to do everything to Wade.
Wade shuddered as he felt Nate’s tongue slip around his erection again, followed by the sweet tug of suction.
“I can’t decide,” he confessed, and stroked his fingers through Nate’s thick white hair before gripping his head tighter. “I really can’t decide. Not even Lybbie can help me on this one. Do I come here, in your mouth? Or do I order you up on the bed and make use of a different part of you?”
Nathan made a low noise that pushed vibrations against Wade’s erection, which made the mercenary thrust in a bit more before pulling back so as not to choke Nate.
“Truth is, Nate, I want both,” Wade admitted, moving his hips in luxurious cadence. “But the problem is, even I can’t have that many orgasms without suffering some kind of consequence. I’m not the Energizer Sex Bunny, ya know. The healing factor helped a lot in that bunker, especially when you fucked me from behind. I never knew what it really meant to be ‘mounted’ until then. But, yeah… this is me, runnin’ out of juice. Even my balls of steel need a little time between orgasms. So ya gotta decide for me, Nate: do I finish here, looking down at your beautiful face? Or do I put you face down on my bed and – no. Probably not. I haven’t washed the sheets since you called me to Rumekistan, and that was a few days ago. On your back, then, with your legs spread, grinding down on my cock as I—“
The point was made abruptly moot, the question becoming pure conjecture as Nathan groaned hungrily and pulled Wade closer, taking the hard cock deeper into his mouth. His greedy haste, his honest enthusiasm, coupled with the vivid mental imagery in his mind, completely undid Wade. He gasped, and then snarled as he came hard in Nathan’s mouth. He held the other man’s head tightly and thrust his hips once, twice, and then forced himself to stop moving rather than risk hurting Nate. He panted and shuddered, whining low in his throat as he exulted in the perfect sensation of orgasm granted by another person.
When coherence returned to him, Wade had the thought that Lybbie was smoking a cigarette for him. He also discovered that he was lying stretched out on his bed and Nathan was leaning over him. The other man was naked and Wade flinched at the sight of a very large, very muscular man straddling him and giving him a predatory stare. For an instant, Nate’s features warped and faded, replaced by—
Stop that! Lybbie ordered, cranky at the post-coital interruption. The memory image faded away to reveal Nathan again. Better. Much, much better.
“Yeah,” Wade murmured, relaxing into the mattress. “Love this view.”
The concern that had begun to tighten Nathan’s face vanished as a smile stretched his mouth. He bent and kissed the mercenary, sharing Wade’s flavor with him.
Wade gagged and pushed the other man up and away. Nathan looked down at him, the concern coming back, and asked, “Wade?”
“Oh, ew,” Deadpool groaned, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. “How could you take that? I taste like… like something dead!”
“You don’t,” Nathan assured him. “You’re a little… astringent, yes, but you taste fine to me.”
“Nate, I make zombies puke after one bite. There’s no way—oh, wait. That doesn’t happen until a year after our series finishes.”
Nathan gave his new lover a very confused look. Eventually, he chose to ignore the oddness and said, “Wade, let me assure you: I have very definitive taste likes and dislikes. If I don’t like something, I will not swallow it.” He gave the other man a wicked grin. “If you’ll take notice, I most definitely swallowed.”
Wade stared up at him for several seconds, and then groaned even as he relaxed onto the mattress yet again. “Stop saying such things! You’re making me want to be hot and dirty and lusty and sexy with you again, like right now! Even I’m too tired to go again anytime soon. And what’s with the naked looming? Were you fibbing about the peeny coma or am I just that good?”
Nathan snorted, and then his face scrunched up as he began laughing. “Peeny coma?”
“Oh, right, you’re half-tech. Lemme put it in a way you understand: sleep mode.”
Nathan only laughed harder, dropping down onto his elbows to rest his face and torso against Wade’s body.
Oh, great, Lybbie groused. You broke him!
“I did not,” Wade retorted, stroking Nathan’s soft white hair. “Nate laughs. We’ve heard him laugh before.”
Yeah, but not like this.
“I’m just that good,” Wade said with a grin.
Nathan’s laughter had died down by this point. He lifted up again, kissed Wade again, and said, “Yes, you are. I don’t know who you’re talking to, but I fully agree with you.”
Wade smirked up at him. “Right. So… naked looming?”
“Told you I’m gonna put my mouth all over you, Wade.”
“Didja miss the part about being sexually exhausted despite the healing factor?”
“Nope. This isn’t about sex, now. It’s about touching your skin just because.”
“Huh.” Wade gave Nathan a long, considering look. “You’re bound and determined to make me believe that you’re okay with my skin, aren’t you?”
“That and I’ve always liked to explore different textures. Your skin is as different as they come. Now, shush. Let me indulge.”
Wade found himself treated to the sweetness of Nathan’s mouth and hands exploring him from head to toe. The caresses were not sexual in nature, as promised. Wade knew that if he hadn’t been so worn out, he’d have responded to them as such anyway. He was actually grateful for being fatigued because otherwise he’d have been too impatient to submit to Nathan like this.
As it was, he watched Nathan survey the topography of his body as if Nate were a scientist and Wade’s skin was the final frontier that had yet to be explained. And this wasn’t even one of his better-drawn days when the most he had to worry about was a few dozen lines creasing his skin like a shar pei. No, no, of course he had to be in the midst of a skin cycle that left him looking like a cobblestone street. Maybe he should go get himself flayed from head to toe by shrapnel. That always brought on the shar pei look when his skin regenerated. Crinkle lines were leagues better than cobblestone tumors.
But Nate truly did not seem to mind. There was no disgust on his face, no hesitation… he didn’t even appear to be aware of Wade watching him. He was intent on learning the lay of the land that was Wade’s body. He spanned his left hand against Wade’s hip, the metal warm and shiny silver as it covered all of that area. He squeezed, and Wade discovered that he liked having someone hold his hips in a tight grip. He never had before, but then again, it hadn’t been Nate before.
Was he really that easy for Nate? So long as it was Nate, he would allow the man to do anything to him?
“That does not bode well for me,” Wade muttered quietly. “If I’ll let you do anything, then I can’t stop you from breaking me.”
Nathan looked up from stroking a slick patch of scar over Wade’s left knee with his lips. “I don’t want to break you, Wade.”
“Then what do you want, Nate?”
“I’m not sure, yet. I know I want you in my life as a not-enemy, if that’s the best I can have from you. I’d prefer more.”
“Not gonna be satisfied until you’ve assimilated me, huh, Cable? Turned me into another of your mindless convert sheep?”
“Even if it was possible, Wade, I’d rather die. I want you to be yourself, just… healed. It’s a little strange how I went from hating your guts to indifferent about you and now…” Nathan laughed; low and a little nervously. “Now, it’s so strange, because I want to protect you. One of the most ferocious, terrifying warriors on the planet, and I want to protect you. I don’t even know from what, really. Or maybe I just want to keep you all to myself.”
“Selfishness? From you? Oh, ha,” Wade sneered, and tried not to feel all fluttery and thirteen-year-old-girl at what Nate had confessed.
Nathan leaned forward just a bit to kiss the inside of Wade’s left thigh. He listened to the gasp, felt Wade tremble beneath him, and smiled. “I’m a lot more selfish than you might think, Wade. If I could… oh, you’d hate what I’d do to you. You’d hate me so much.”
“What makes you think I don’t hate you now?”
Nathan looked at him again. “You don’t, do you?”
Wade looked away from that intense gaze. “Depends on what day of the week it is.”
“Does it really?” Nathan moved up to kiss the center of Wade’s chest. “Is there anything I can do to make you not hate me?”
“What does it matter if I do or don’t? Why do you need me to feel nice about you?” Wade demanded to know, spreading his legs to allow Nathan to lie comfortably against him. He splayed his hands over Nate’s back, indulging in touch and texture exploration of his own.
Nathan sighed. He bent and stropped first one cheek and then the other across Wade’s chest, scratching the scarred skin with the stubble on his face.
“I don’t need you to,” he admitted. “I’d just like it. It’s a selfish thing again. I want to be something good for you; someone you can think of without regret. I want you to think well of me. I don’t want to join the ranks of the people who have abused you over the years.”
“Too late, or don’t you recall what you said to me in San Fran a few years back?”
Nathan closed his eyes and rested his head on Wade’s chest. He listened intently to the other man’s heartbeat and wondered if it was always so frenetic a pace.
“I hadn’t pulled my head out of my own ass at that point,” he muttered, hearing whupwhupwhupwhup thump reassuringly against his ear.
“You say that like you’ve done so,” Wade retorted, and Nathan smiled, opening his eyes. “Nate, you’re over-thinking this, really. Considering that you got drugged and subsequently fucked us both raw for a few hours, isn’t it enough that I haven’t tried to kill you for it? Have, in fact, demanded lots more raw-making moves from you that include the words ‘Suck me, yeah, just like that!’.”
“Is that Wade-ese for ‘I don’t entirely hate your guts’?”
“With the addendum of: ‘But I will if you stop and/or hurt me because I was dumb enough to trust you’.”
Nathan exhaled and watched Wade’s right nipple pucker at the sensation. “You trust me?”
“Maybe a little. I trust that you actually wanna do the right thing. ‘s just that you got such fucked up ways of going about it.”
Nathan snorted. “You and Domino…”
Wade made an irritated noise. “While the woman is undeniably hot, I’d rather not have a threesome – either literally or metaphorically – between us. You ain’t the only one feeling selfish and possessive.”
Nathan grinned, unutterably pleased. “Is that what let you admit you watch my ass, too?”
“Maybe. The choices are usually kick or kiss, and it’s possible I stare at it trying to decide which one I should go with. The fact you have a really great ass is just a bonus.”
Smuggery, thy name is Nate, if that particular expression was anything to go by, Wade decided.
Before Nathan could say anything, however, Wade pointed his finger at the other man. “But… if you turn on me, if you refuse to even listen to me or do right by me – like if you ever even think of setting me up to fail in front of the whole world for ‘my own good’ – I swear, Nate, I will shoot you in the head. You get me? You screw me over and we are through. Divorced, done, nada, zip. Next time you land your half-metal ass in trouble, I am not riding to the rescue, just no.”
“Understood,” Nathan said, trying not to smile. He wanted Wade to know that he really did take the ultimatum seriously.
“Good.” Wade yawned. “Now, if we’re done playing with our feminine sides, how ‘bout we catch a nap before we get back to Rumekistan?”
“What about the mouth thing?”
“Save some for later, Nate-o.”
“Occasionally, Wade, you make sense.”
“I always make plenty of sense!”
“You’re thinking of explosions and messes.”
“Oh, true, true…”