The warm water swirled gently around him caressing his scarred skin and tickling the surfaces of his eyes.
Strong hands held his head down, the calloused skin of one hand tight around the dome of his skull and harsh metal digging into his jaw and ear. Both held him close and down.
There was dull pain in his lungs and a vague heaviness of the water pressing against the inside of those organs. With his healing factor it wasn't as if he really needed to breathe but instincts forced him to try whenever he had room to draw in breath. It only added to the liquid sloshing inside of him. He was slowly turning into a giant water bottle. One day some-one would turn him upside down and drink it all down.
He could see it now. "Eau de Deadpool - the new water sensation coming soon to shops near you!"
Giggling didn't help him, although Cable didn't seem to mind it if the sharp and uncontrolled thrust was any indication. Wade smirked slightly (as well as one could in such a situation anyway) and nipped lightly. Nate hissed and tightened both hands around the mercenary's skull and thrust harder.
Deadpool fisted his hands against his friend's heavily muscled thighs and rode out the rather vicious thrusts. He swallowed hastily and pushed himself out of the water to lean against the other man. Turned away to cough up faintly bloody water.
One cool metal hand slid between his legs and he felt his back arch past what should be humanly possible as it slid inside him. He wriggled to feel the sharp edges of the knuckles and bucked as Cable found his "happy happy joy joy spot" (Cable refused to use the name Deadpool had come up with for his prostate) and started to rub, hard, against it. Blood slicked the metal finger, which allowed the mutant to add another without undue harm to his lover.
A warm, human, hand curled around his bobbing dick and matched time with the movements of his other hand.
Wade held on as long as he could but eventually his body stiffened and his vision whited out. He came to later on slumped against the luscious hot/cold, skin/metal of Nate's chest. The former X-man had one hand wrapped around his scarred back and was, quite contentedly, licking the sticky mess of Deadpool's cum off his fingers. He smirked down at the mercenary and leaned back against the wall of the spa.
Deadpool just stared at him for a minute before reaching out to grab his mask and tug it on. He slipped out of the rapidly cooling water and padded, naked but for his mask, across the room, out the door and down the hallway. Reaching his room he picked up a large aluminium spray can. He stared at it for a couple of minutes. He'd been really good; surely Nate would let him...
Nate rubbed a hand through his pale hair and waited for his little mercenary to return to him, not doubting for a second that he would.
He heard the man before he skipped back into the room, still effectively nude which had caused quite a few double takes from the mostly innocent staff in the complex, humming a rather mangled version of the Battlestar Galactica theme song. He raised an eyebrow at the can of WD-40 that the man was snuggling to his chest but just lifted his hand to tug the man back into the tub.
Whatever it took to keep him.
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