||[Apr. 24th, 2007|02:17 am]
Cable x Deadpool
|||||u spin me right round - marilyn manson||]|
...Except I'm not sure how angsty it is really. I think it's actually quite romantic in its way. I don't know. I wrote it while cheerfully over-caffeinated at two in the morning, so I don't know what it's like. I've been wanting to write something like it for a while, so...
TITLE: Clean Kills and Dirty Deeds
WARNINGS: Hints of slashy sex, a murder
Clean Kills and Dirty Deeds
The first thing Nathan thought upon seeing the scene before him was it was a surprisingly beautiful way for things to end, with the lights from Providence coming in from the window and the blood shimmering on the katana. His second thought was that Dom would have hated it, for lots of reasons.
He stepped into the dim room and locked the door behind him. Looked again at his room. Wade sat slumped at the end of the blood-soaked bed, holding a gun lazily in his left hand. Not a scratch on him. He must have got her in her sleep. He was muttering and it was a moment before Nate realised he was speaking to him.
“Still a few bullets left. I’d shoot myself, except…”
“Except it’s pointless,” Nate finished.
Wade nodded. Didn’t say anything else. Unusual for him, but then, he’d been quiet the evening of Bharat’s murder too. It was an indicator of a dangerous mood. But Wade wouldn’t forget this one.
“Why did you do it?” Nate asked, knowing the answer but wanting to hear it.
Wade just looked at him, face hidden, but expression clear. He knew Nate knew. He wasn’t going to say it. Not after this. He’d constructed some dignity here, he wouldn’t give it up so easily.
“Because of me?”
Wade looked back at Domino’s corpse. “It was a clean kill. I went for the throat.”
Nate looked at his dead lover. “So what happened to her face?”
“That was afterwards. It was a clean kill.”
Nate clenched his fists, fury bubbling up in his brain. “You mutilated her.”
“Don’t see why you’re worked up, she’s still prettier than me.”
The fury dissipated and Nate walked over to Wade. The mercenary tensed, he expected a punch and Nate knew that was what he deserved. At the very least. But he sat on the bed, letting Dom’s blood soak through his trousers, and pulled Wade into his arms. He pulled the mask away so he could see Wade’s eyes, though Deadpool wouldn’t look at him. He kissed him on the forehead. “I never loved her more, you know that.”
“She was in your bed. I wasn’t going to but then…”
“Yes, you were.” Nate sighed. “I didn’t realise you’d get territorial with me.”
“You mean pee on you? I don’t know if I’m into that kind of thing.” It was a forced quip. Nate would have been fooled if Wade hadn’t still been staring at Domino’s cooling body with blank eyes.
“I’ve wiped the security tapes. And Irene’s memory. She was on monitor duty. I’ll send Dom on a mission tomorrow and she won’t come back.”
This got Wade’s confused attention. “You… you’re covering this up? I killed your girlfriend!”
“She wasn’t my girlfriend. You’re my boyfriend and I’m protecting you.”
“Aren’t you even mad at me?”
“Furious,” Nate said calmly. “I’ll take it out on the gym later.”
“You can hit me if you want,” Wade said uncertainly.
“What good will that do?”
“You could banish me from Hippy Island.”
“Then I’ll end up involved with Irene and you’ll kill her too. No, the best thing is for me to keep you where I can see you.” Nate paused. “Out of interest, what did you think I would do?”
“Rip me apart and scatter me across the sea,” Wade said.
“I don’t see how that would help anyone.”
There was a silence for a while. Wade shuddered. Nate held him tighter. Wade’s mind, usually a maelstrom of chaos, was sluggish, quiet, still. He couldn’t let it stay like that. It was when Wade slowed down to think that things like this happened. When he took the time to look around and decide to fix things for himself. When he tricked himself into thinking he was sane enough to know what really needed to be done.
“You’re just cutting your losses, huh.”
“Something like that. No sense in letting you go to waste.”
“I’m already a waste, Nate.”
“One man’s trash is another man’s treasure. Sometimes it needs a little polish.”
“And molecular reconstruction,” Wade yawned.
“When did you last sleep?”
“Don’t need to.”
Nate just raised his eyebrows in response and Wade shrugged. “Can’t remember. Think it was here.”
“That was over a week ago,” Nate said, slightly concerned but not surprised. “Come on.” Left Dom where she lay. Cut his losses. It was a decision he’d made hundreds of times in his youth. It was somehow easier to do it for Wade.
He took him down the corridor to another bedroom. A clean one. Made Wade take off his blood-covered costume and take a shower. Changed his own clothes. Wade came from the bathroom with a towel around his waist while Nate was trying to find him something to wear.
“I don’t know what –”
Nate was cut off as Wade’s lips met his in a desperately passionate kiss. He sensed Wade’s mind race, briefly, and knew what he had to do to fix what he had left.
His clean clothes got blood on them when he dropped them on his way to the bed.
It was strange how good the sex was, all things considered.
Wade started to mutter in his sleep at four in the morning. That was a good sign. Things would be back to normal soon.
As soon as Nate’s silent tears stopped running down his cheeks.
Also, a purely hypothetical question - supposing just for a moment I drew crappy crack!art (because I can't draw for shit) and it involved Wade seemingly giving Mr Sinister head. Now, would that be suitable for this comm? Assuming for the sake of argument that Nate is also in the picture looking shocked and jealous. Bearing in mind I don't have the hypothetical picture with me right now but when I do get it I might have access to a scanner and be able to post it. Would people be interested in my shitty Sinister/Wade doodle? (I've overhyped it. Really, it's bad.)