Fic: Divorce can be Tricky (Cable/Deadpool) NC-17

This fic was not written by me, I'm just posting for a friend who'd rather stay anonymous. :)
However, she will be reading the comments, so comments and critique are very much welcome.


Title: Divorce can be Tricky
Fandom: Marvel
Characters: Cable & Deadpool
Rating: NC-17 for the triumvirate of sex, violence, and cursing.
Word Count: about 1,700
Disclaimer: Marvel pwns us all. And Cable and Deadpool.
Notes: This is what REALLY happened after Nate went into the bar in Issue #35.




“We were through – done – we got a divorce, right?” Wade yelled, firing both guns at Nate, who was striding towards him. The bullets bounced off of Nate’s gravimetric shield. “So why are you still here and #@$%ing with my head?!”

*clik*

“One clip is empty, Wade,” Nate said, still moving forward. He turned off the gravimetric shield so he could grab Wade when he reached him.

“Yeah,” said Wade. “Frees me up so I c’n do...THIS.” He yanked a grenade from his coat pocket and went to pull the pin.

Nate stopped and stared incredulously at Wade. “Did you actually go to a bar with a grenade in your pocket?” he asked.

“No, I’m just really fuckin’ happy to see you, Nate,” Wade growled, waving the unarmed grenade in Nate’s face. “So happy, because now I can blow your damn head off. What the shit did you do to me?”

Nate looked sheepish and rubbed the back of his neck. “Um...I linked your synaptic signals to the Infonet. Gave your memories pixilated substance and let your subconscious do the rest.”

Wade was livid. “Could you make my life any more crappy and miserable, Nate? Is it even possible? You know, every time you pull one of your little stunts, trying to make me ‘better’ an’ more like you, I just end up getting fucked in the ass by your stupidity.” He was waving the grenade around angrily as he yelled. “You fucked up my chance to look halfway normal again, you fucked up my merc work, you fucked up my shot at looking like a hero during Civil War, and now you’re trying to fuck up the way I think. Well it’s not gonna work this time, Nate. No way are you dicking me over again with your holier-than-thou attitude and your stupid little head games. This time, it’s gonna get bloody.”

Nate knew he should be wary. This was a part of Wade he didn’t see too often – no mask, no jokes, no crazy antics, just Wade Wilson, raw and ragged and furious. He tried to think how to manipulate this side of Wade to both of their advantages, but had to shift gears when he realized Wade’s fist was about to connect with his face. Crap.

Wade’s fist landed on Nate’s jaw with a soft thud, the kind that sounded like something had caved on impact. Nate staggered, hand to his face, and lashed out with a foot to try to knock Wade off balance. Wade danced easily out of the way, hardly even paying attention to Nate’s efforts. “Wade, listen--” Nate began, his jaw apparently still intact. Wade kicked him in the knee.

“No. I’ve had enough, Nate. You get it? Enough.” He lunged at Nate again, this time bowling him over onto the floor, where he started grappling for a hold on Nate’s neck. This was getting serious. Nate bucked his body upward, managing to unbalance Wade enough to break his hold and knock him away. Nate dove at Wade, pushed him down with a knee to the solar plexus, pinned his arms to the ground with his T-O arm, and looked him straight in the eyes.

“Wade, look. I’ve never wanted to hurt you. Don’t you understand? I’m just...I just want you to be what I know you can be. I know you, Wade. I know you can be better than a killer auctioned to the highest bidder.” Nate sighed. “I was just trying to help.”

Wade moved one arm suddenly and sharply, managing to break Nate’s hold by snapping his own wrist. “I don’t need your help, you fucking ass,” he yelled, as he knocked Nate sideways with an elbow to the head and rolled away. “And what’s more, I DON’T WANT IT.” He snapped his wrist back into place as he pounced on Nate again.

Wade grabbed Nate’s arm with his good hand, rolled onto his back, and kicked out, flipping Nate’s body over his head so it crashed into a table. Nate sprawled on his back. In seconds Wade was on him again, straddling Nate’s hips as he reared back to punch him.

Oh, God. Nate hoped like hell Wade wouldn’t notice what Nate had been trying to hide since the fight began, but Wade...Wade noticed everything, even when he was talking twelve miles a minute. And Nate had never been able to control his reaction to fights with Wade, no matter how he tried.

Wade stilled, still straddling Nate, as he realized what it was he felt pressing against his ass. “Oh, I see.” He said, very quietly. “I get it now, Nate. I get it. You aren’t just happy fucking me over figuratively. You always were such a literal man. And you always get what you want, too, don’t you? Well not this time.”

Wade followed through on the punch he’d halted before, slamming the back of Nate’s head into the floor. Then, in one swift movement, he flipped Nate onto his stomach and yanked Nate’s hips upward so he was on his knees.

“Wade, what are you--“

“Think it’s time the tables were turned, you smug son-of-a-bitch,” Wade growled, slicing through the spandex of Nate’s uniform with the knife he suddenly had in one hand. “I guess now I know I turn you on. Well, you know what turns me on? Getting to fuck you over for once.” He shoved the remains of Nate’s pants down to his knees. “Tell me, how does it feel, knowing you’re about to get fucked in the ass by someone you thought was your friend?” Nate didn’t move as he heard Wade unzip his jeans with the hand that wasn’t holding him in place, then the pop of a snap as Wade fumbled in one of his many pouches for something. “Hah!” Wade grunted.

A few seconds later, Wade’s warm fingers splayed against Nate’s hips, his blunt nails digging hard into Nate’s skin as he bent over Nate’s back. Nate could feel the heat from Wade’s body just above him, Wade’s open jacket brushing against his lower back. Wade spoke, his mouth close to Nate’s left ear. “Now you’ll know how it makes me feel, Priscilla,” he whispered hoarsely, then, bizarrely, pressed his lips to a spot behind Nate’s ear as he reached around and trailed his fingers lightly over Nate’s rigid cock. “Extra points if you scream,” he murmured against Nate’s skin.

Nate groaned. “Wade...” he muttered. He was afraid to say anything that would make Wade realize how much he wanted this, right now, right here on the splintered and sticky wood floor of the bar. How much he needed it. “Waaade.” He could feel Wade’s cock now, hot and hard and slippery against his ass. He must have had some lube in that pouch.

“Shut up, you fucking bastard,” Wade grunted, as he reared back and thrust hard into Nate’s ass. “You deserve this. For all the shit you’ve done to me. You do. And I hope it fucking hurts.” He thrust again, wildly at first, then hitting his rhythm as he pushed into Nate again and again. Nate groaned. He tried to stay still, but he couldn’t stop himself now from rocking back against Wade’s thrusting cock. It felt so damn good, he thought he might explode. It didn’t matter, anyway. He didn’t think Wade would stop now, no matter what Nate did.

“Oh god, Wade,” he gasped as they moved together. “Oh god. Wade.”

“Son of a bitch,” Wade moaned. “Goddamn son of a--nnggghhh.”

Nate felt Wade come inside him just before his semen spurted out onto the wooden boards. Nate collapsed, eyes closed, with Wade sprawled bonelessly on top of him, arms and legs entangled like the worst bodyslide by one they’d ever done. The only sound in the empty bar was the harsh, uneven breathing of the two men.

Wade was the first to move. He rolled off of Nate, then shoved Nate over onto his back. Nate opened his eyes cautiously. Wade was looking at him with a strange expression. “You wanted that, didn’t you?” he asked. “Me. Fucking you. That’s what you wanted. Me in control of you.”

Nate nodded slowly, slightly embarrassed. “Not that I ever thought it would happen, but, well...yes. I’m sorry, Wade. I...I can’t help what I feel. I know it’s crazy. And...and I know I’m an ass. I know all the things I did that hurt you. But you have to know, I didn’t mean to. I was just...doing what I do, I guess. Trying to make things better. But I didn’t think about it, you know? I didn’t realize why it wouldn’t work, with you. Everyone else...everyone in this whole world, I can control, I can dominate, I can get them to do whatever I want with just a thought. ... But you. I can’t control you. And...I guess that doesn’t really bother me. So...I guess I should just stop trying.”

Nate looked at Wade, who was still watching him, obviously thinking but uncharacteristically not saying a word.

“Wade...so...um...where do we go from here? What are you thinking?"

Just then, Wade burst out laughing. He laughed and laughed, collapsing back onto the floor, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes.

“Wade? Wade? Wade, what the hell is so funny?" Nate asked, annoyed.

“Ohh, g--ohh, he--oh, it’s too fucking much,” Wade chortled, gasping for breath.

“What?” Nate asked, exasperated.

“You did it again, you sly motherfucker,” Wade groaned, breathless from laughter. “I said it before, and I didn’t even realize.” He chuckled.

“WADE,” Nate yelled. “What the hell are you talking about??”

Wade rolled up onto his elbow and looked straight at Nate, a smile still lingering on his face. “You, you complete jackass. You. You did it again, and you’ll do it tomorrow. I bet you can even do it in your sleep.” He grinned nastily.

“DO WHAT?” Nate bellowed.

“Always. Get. Exactly. What. You want,” Wade said, as he jumped to his feet and zipped up his jeans. “Which I guess bodes well for my dream to be a dominatrix. But first, I need a goddamn shower.”

And with that, he strode out of the bar.