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Fic: It’s All in Your Head (Cable/Deadpool) NC-17 [Aug. 10th, 2008|07:47 pm]
Cable x Deadpool

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At the risk of getting tomatoes thrown at me for my constant spamming of the community, I offer y’all ANOTHER FIC! This one is just mine, and is in the same continuity as the other two I posted recently. I expect there may be more. (Oh dear!) If you haven’t read the others yet, the proper order thus far is:

1. The Way We Are
2. Divorce Can Be Tricky
3. And then this one.

Title: It’s All in Your Head
Fandom: Marvel
Characters: Cable & Deadpool
Rating: NC-17 for language and sexual conduct
Word Count: about 2,200
Disclaimer: Marvel pwns us all. And Cable and Deadpool.
Notes: This takes place after the events of Divorce Can Be Tricky (Issue #35), during Issue # 40, when Cable communicates telepathically with Deadpool on Providence because he has a big decision to make.




Cable heard a voice.

“Put one foot in front of the other...”

“Where did that come from?” He wondered. “Oh wait, I know...”

“And soon you’ll be walkin’ ‘cross the flaw-aw-awrrr!”

Deadpool materialized, back-to-back with Cable, guns at the ready. Facing the world together like this, they could hold anyone off for hours.

“Figures,” Cable muttered.

“What?” asked Deadpool, surveying the frozen faces around them.

“I need to make a major decision and my subconscious drags you out.” Cable rolled his eyes.

“On account of my sage wisdom?” Deadpool asked.

“On account of I think I might be about to die, and...I wanted to see you first.” Cable answered quietly.

“What, now?? We haven’t even talked in ages.” Deadpool scowled under his mask. “I been busy doin’ all sorts of stuff without you, you know. Kickin’ the Taskmaster’s butt, putting the Rhino in the clink, rulin’ Agency X with a spandex fist...” He paused.

“So... Why d’you want to see me now?”

“Oh, Wade. You know, of course.” Cable sounded slightly embarrassed, although at this point, he didn’t know why it should matter. After what had happened at the bar....

“Geez, Nate. Are you gonna start all that again?” Deadpool groused. “That was just...a one-time thing, you know? A phase or somethin’. I’m goin’ to anger management now.”

“How’s that working for you, then?” Cable asked, suddenly amused. “Been getting all your angst out in the open?”

“Angst?! You patronizing motherfucker. You’re the one with angst. You and your dad, f’real. Big, huge, fuckin’...angst machines. And that was all your fault, anyway.” Now Deadpool sounded angry. But that was ok. Cable kind of liked him angry. He savored those moments when Wade lost control. Not that they were infrequent or anything, but still.

“If you hadn’t messed with my head I wouldn’t be having to sit through all this, “Hi, my name is Wade, and I’m a really angry dude” shit,” grumbled Deadpool. “It really pissed me off, man. For awhile there, I wasn’t even enjoyin’ Maude anymore. Couldn’t concentrate on anything.”

Cable grinned. “I’m sorry, Wade. I didn’t know our little interlude would ruin your concentration like that.”

“It didn’t—I wasn’t—look, man, what do you—wait. Did you just say you’re about to die???”

“Well, might be,” answered Cable laconically. “Providence got hit pretty badly by the Hecatomb, and Rogue’s in a real state, and, well...I might be the only one who can fix things now.”

“But...Nate...you think doing that might...kill you?” Deadpool sounded different now. His voice was suddenly thicker, more hesitant.

“I think there’s a decent chance,” Cable said, suddenly serious. “But there’s no one else who can stop it and, well...look at these people.”

Deadpool looked around. “Shit, Nate. I...I’ve seen people look like this before. Something’s happened to their minds, hasn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Cable said, surprised. “You’ve...seen this kind of thing before? Um...when?” Sometimes he really wished he could read Wade’s thoughts.

“Never mind. It’s not important.” Deadpool sounded wary. “So...you’ve gotta die to save them, you think?”

“I don’t know,” Cable said. “I’ve got to try to save them. --I don’t know what will happen when I do.”

“And right now...” Deadpool thought for a few seconds. “What is this, us talking like this? One minute I’m at the Agency with a real good poker hand, maybe about to see some prime cut, Grade-A Texas girlflesh, and the next...Is this happening, now?”

“Not really,” Cable said. “We’re kind of...out of time, right now. It’s kind of like your life flashing before your eyes.” He thought for a minute about how to explain it. “Everything’s slowed down for me, kind of one image at a time, and since I pulled you into this, I guess it’s the same for you...but it’s all in our heads. Just us, you know? Just us, here, talking.”

“So...” Deadpool hesitated. “No one else can see us here together?”

“No,” Cable answered. “This isn’t even really real, really. It’s just...in our heads. Just the two of us.”

“But it feels real,” Deadpool said slowly. “It feels like we’re really here, talking. Touching. Pointing our guns at people. What...what would happen if we fired?”

“They’d die,” said Cable matter-of-factly. “But they wouldn’t ever know why. You see? It’s like...it’s real, but it’s not. Because it’s really happening, but no one else can tell.”

“Oh,” said Deadpool. “And you’re really gonna die? Like, cross your techno-organic heart and bury it in the sand you’re gonna die?” He sounded worried, now.

“Maybe,” Cable said. “I can’t tell.”

“But I thought you knew the future...?” Deadpool asked.

“Sometimes even people from the future can’t read the past." Cable answered. “I can’t tell you what’s going to happen now. It’s like...it’s like someone else is making that choice.”

“...Maybe it’s me,” said Deadpool.

“What?” Cable was confused.

“Nate, you’re going to die, right?” Deadpool said hurriedly. “No more jumpin’ in the sandbox and kickin’ sand in the faces of all the world leaders? No more wanna-be Mutant Messiah gags? No more Saturday morning cartoons of you saving the world? This is really really the end now, right? The time when things gotta be said or they’ll never be heard? Well...I miss you.”

“WHAT?” asked Cable. “What did you say??”

“Nate... Nate, I miss you. I...things aren’t right anymore. I’m like a ship at sea, you know? Maybe one of those Carnival cruisers, where they hose the cheesecake down the customers’ throats twenty-four hours a day? Where everyone gets fat and happy? Except I don’t feel fat, really. Well, except for when I go through fourteen cartons of Ben & Jerry’s an hour. Or ten boxes of KFC with hot sauce. Or the entire contents of Sandi’s fridge. But, y’know, other than that, I don’t feel fat. Or happy. Mostly I just feel...empty.”

Cable thought about this. “Wade... Are you saying you don’t feel...right without me?”

“Hell, man, I don’t know what I’m saying, ‘cept I feel funny sometimes, and right now, I feel...happy.”

“Wade.”

“What, dude?”

“I’ve missed you.”

“Yeah, well, good for you, Priscilla. I been too busy to notice.”

“Wade.” Cable turned around and put his hand on Deadpool’s shoulder.

Deadpool pivoted to face him. “What?” he asked.

“Kiss me.”

“WHAT?” Deadpool jumped back, looking alarmed under his mask.

“I think this is it,” Cable said.

“What do you mean??” Deadpool asked warily.

“I mean I think I’m going to die, and this is my one chance to go out happy,” said Cable. ”I’ve missed you, Wade. Missed you like hell.” He reached towards Deadpool. “Please?”

Deadpool hesitated. “No one can see us?” he asked.

“No one,” Cable confirmed.

“And they won’t know? No one will know?”

“No one,” Cable said again.

“And you think you’re gonna die?” Deadpool asked.

“Probably,” said Cable.

“Well...” Deadpool stepped forward and pulled off his mask. “OK, then.”

Their lips met, smooth on one side, ridged on the other, sliding against each other as their arms slid around each other. Cable groaned. “Wade,” he thought. “God. Oh. God.

“Heh,” Wade thought, as his tongue flicked along the inside of Nate’s upper lip. “The Mutant Messiah, pretty much speechless. Reduced to one syllable words. Man, I rule.”

“Oh, Wade.” Cable’s thought was a happy sigh, as his hand slid down to Wade’s spandex-clad hip. “I’ve missed you so much. You and your gravelly, Demi-Moore-like voice. Wade... I love you.”

“Man,” Wade thought. “Shut up, already. You’re ruining the porn.” He slid his hands down and around from their place on Cable’s back, finding the zipper at the neck of Cable’s blue-grey spandex uniform and yanking it down. His hands slid inside, over pliant muscle and hard T-O flesh. “Nate,” he groaned. “Nate, man, has anyone ever told you you’re like a god or something?”

“Only Irene,” Nate joked.

Irene. Oh, you fucking...mmmm...” Wade’s hands were sliding down Nate’s stomach towards his waist, smooth flesh on one side and warm, ridged T-O on the other, his lips now trailing along the edge of Nate’s jaw and down his neck. “Nate, what’s with the star on your shoulder, anyway? Did you fuck Captain America or something? Should I be jealous?”

“No,” Nate groaned. “I just...I fought with his shield once, you know?” He gasped and arched his back as Wade’s tongue circled his nipple. “I...he’s a hero.”

“Nate, man...you’re a hero,” mumbled Wade as he moved his mouth down Nate’s chest to his abdomen, his hands gripping Nate’s ass, his tongue making lazy circles against the ridges of muscle on Nate’s abs. “But that doesn’t mean I’m gonna wear grey fuckin’ spandex, y’know?”

Wade was stripping Nate of all his grey spandex at speed, anyway. It slithered to the ground.

Nate let himself fall to the floor on top of it, closing his eyes and groping for the zipper on Wade’s uniform as Wade followed him down, hands wandering over his chest and his leg. Wade’s mouth on his stomach...Wade’s hand on his hip...he found the zipper and tugged.

“I wouldn’t want you to wear anything but the red-and-black,” Nate sighed. “Except for when you’re wearing nothing at all,” he amended, as he slid the red-and-black uniform down Wade’s muscular shoulders.

“Mmm, man, I gotta say...” Wade mumbled at Nate’s abs, “There’s something to be said for the shared healing factor. Keeps us in our prime, y’know?” His tongue flicked into the little hollow above Nate’s hipbone. “God forbid you get old and fat or whatever,” he said. “I’d never do this if you were fat.”

“No?” Nate asked, sitting up a bit to peel the spandex away from the rest of Wade’s body. His fingers slid over Wade’s scarred thighs.

“Well...probl’y not,” Wade answered, shuddering and shifting a bit to make Nate’s job easier. “I dunno, maybe. I guess you’d still have the chiseled jaw, even if you were kinda fat..." His hands were on Nate’s cock now, which jumped under his touch. “And then there’s this...” He bent his head.

Wade’s mouth closed over the tip of Nate’s cock, and Nate fell back again, arched his back, and groaned. “God,” he moaned. “Wade.”

“One-syllable words, again,” Wade thought gleefully, as he slid his mouth down a bit. “Just me’n’God. Heh. I’m good.”

“More than good,” Nate thought. “But I want to...Wade...” He leaned up and tried to wrap his fingers around Wade’s penis, but Wade slid his lower body out of reach, pushing Nate roughly back down.

“No.” he thought. “This time it’s you that gets the attention. After all, last time, I had most of the fun...”

“But Wade...ohhh, that feels nice...your mouth...” Nate parted his legs further so Wade could lick more of him.

“I don’t wanna hear any of those ‘merc with a mouth’ jokes,” Wade purred, his tongue swirling over Nate’s balls. “Or anything, really. Just...shut up and let me give you a parting gift before you charge off to be a hero.” He kissed the base of Nate’s penis, his lips and tongue sliding up along the shaft. “Mmm, Nate, you know you’re burning up right now,” he thought. “The fire’d be in your pants, if I hadn’t already torn them off.” His lips closed over Nate’s cock again.

“Mmmrph,” Nate groaned. “Ohh, I...Waaaade, god.” He thrust his hips, one hand on Wade’s head, one digging into the discarded spandex beneath him as Wade’s mouth slid up and down. “Oh, god. Ohhhhhh.”

Wade’s mouth was moving faster now, and Nate couldn’t even think straight anymore.

“Ohhh, Wade,” he moaned. “Nnngghh. Mmmph. OHHHHH,” he moaned, losing all control.

It was like fireworks in his head, and he thought it might be in Wade’s head too, because they were connected right now, none of this was really happening except inside both of their heads, where it was all too real...could Wade feel what he was feeling? God, he hoped so. This was almost too much for one person. Ohhhhhhhhh.

Wade collapsed onto him, one hand lax on Nate’s stomach, his head resting above Nate’s hip. Everything went quiet.

“Nate?” Wade asked.

“Yeah, Wade?” Nate replied.

“You still want to die?”

“I never wanted to die, Wade,” Nate answered. “I just think...I might.”

“Yeah? Well, if you don’t die...maybe I’ll do that again. Just something to think about, you know?”

“Really?” Cable asked.

“You never know,” said Wade. ”Even you can’t know everything. Well, I don’t think you can, at least.”

“Maybe not, but I...I guess I know what comes next.” Cable said, reaching for his uniform and sitting up to pull it on. “I wish it didn’t have to be this way.”

“I know,” said Wade, sitting back on his heels. “I know. More than you think. But...Nate...I know what you’re going to do--I don’t need telepathy for that--but if you hold on, through it all...if you come back...”

“What, Wade?” Nate asked.

“I dunno,” Wade said. “Just...just come back, ok?”

“I’ll try,” said Cable, standing and zipping up his suit.

“Good.”

“Oh, and Wade?” He reached for his gun.

“Yeah, Nate?”

“She’s bluffing,” Cable said, and cut the mental link.

Then he turned around and let the world come rushing in.

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Comments:
From: hyperactivator
2008-08-11 12:27 am (UTC)
Neat.
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[User Picture]From: thief_chili
2008-08-11 03:18 am (UTC)
Glad you liked it. :)
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[User Picture]From: spam_monster
2008-08-11 12:57 am (UTC)
Oh my god, just...more. More more more more more. Please?

<3
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[User Picture]From: thief_chili
2008-08-11 03:18 am (UTC)
Hee! Glad you liked it. I'll do my best!
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[User Picture]From: bunnywan
2008-08-11 06:15 am (UTC)
Reading this before bed... I'm sure to have some WONDERFUL dreams....

THANK YOU!

*bounces off*
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[User Picture]From: thief_chili
2008-08-11 02:26 pm (UTC)
Welcome! They are dreamy, aren't they? ;)
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[User Picture]From: adler1013
2008-08-11 01:41 pm (UTC)
...Please spam us some more, okay? :)
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[User Picture]From: thief_chili
2008-08-11 02:27 pm (UTC)
I'll try! I think next up is more of the comment-fic gestalt1 and I are doing.
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[User Picture]From: gestalt1
2008-08-11 02:34 pm (UTC)
I love this so much!!

Man chili, you've been busy! You're making me feel kinda bad for all my lack of inspiration lately. :)

“Man,” Wade thought. “Shut up, already. You’re ruining the porn.”
Lolz. :D :D
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[User Picture]From: thief_chili
2008-08-11 03:09 pm (UTC)
Yay!

Hah, actually, I'm probably going to take a break from this for awhile and not do too much writing (except our comment-fic) because I am written out now, a bit. It kind of goes in cycles, so don't feel bad. I probably won't do another of these for a bit.

He would totally say that, you know? He'd never admit he loves him back. ;)
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[User Picture]From: addygryff
2008-08-11 04:48 pm (UTC)
I don't even know how to react to this one, because it's so hot, funny and sad at the same time. But I suppose 'hot, funny and sad' sums up the pairing quite well, anyway, so you did a really great job. *g*

It amuses me greatly what a big old girl Nate is, he's such a woobie. Heh.
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[User Picture]From: thief_chili
2008-08-11 05:37 pm (UTC)
Well, if you enjoyed it, that's enough. ;)

I know! I should probably try to write him more manly sometimes, but I mean, come on: this is the guy who wants to save the world from toothaches! He's such a softie. I mean, in front of the world, he has to be a tough mofo to get the job done, yes. But you know he's only being that way because he thinks it's the best way to help. But when it's just him and DP, I can see him just letting down the tough-guy guard and being all real about how he's a sentimental lov-ah. :) And, of course, DP just smacks him down. Poor Nate. *g* (But he knows Wade really lurves him too.)
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