Most people probably think that someone like Wade Wilson hates scars; after all he has enough on himself for a country full of people. That isn't quite how things are though. He may hate his own but...
Hard hands gripped his thighs. Thumbs, both flesh and metal, rubbed small hard circles over his rough skin. Fingers dug in hard enough to bruise repeatedly. There was a faint burn in muscles stretched past the comfort point for too long a time but still Cable held him still.
Savage thrusts pushed him into the hard stone floor rubbing his arms and shoulders raw. His healing factor tingled constantly through his skin, replacing the skin stripped off by his lover's viciousness.
Wade wasn't sure what he'd done to make Nate so angry but pain was no stranger to the merc and he was quite willing to ignore it if this was the result.
Sharp teeth bore down on his throat to draw blood again and again.
His fingers itched to rub and scratch at Cable's back and chest. The heavy scarred line where metal met flesh irresistible to the smaller man. The wire wrapped around his wrists wouldn't let him no matter that he'd tugged, twisted and jerked at them until his arms where tacky with blood to past his elbows.
He surged up slightly into the much heavier man and managed to close his teeth over the outer edge of Nate's eyebrow. Held on despite the uncontrolled thrust which flattened him o the cold hard ground. Rubbed his tongue up between his teeth to toy with the end of the nasty scar which crossed his partner's eye.
Smooth and cool under his tongue. Wade moaned deep in his chest and tilted his hips to allow the other better access to his ass.
He might hate his own but he loved the few scattered scars he had found on the other man.
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