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Drabble for marvel_100 prompt bondage [Jul. 15th, 2007|02:08 am]
Cable x Deadpool



100 words.

He did it for Wade.

That’s what Nate told himself as a sharp cold turned into sharp heat and pain down his spine. The katana? He couldn’t see, bound to the bed, face-down on the mattress that was beginning to smell of their sweat.

Providence couldn’t satisfy the Merc with a Mouth for long. He needed blood and violence to keep his mind off of blood and violence. So Nate made a martyr of himself again and pretended not to love the way Deadpool’s tongue licked his wounds. Pretended the chaos was the means to an ordered end.

Just realised I forgot to post the tentacle-rape one as well. (You may be disappointed, I'm referring to the aftermath of Cable cyber-tentacle-raping Wade when he's dimension-jumping. Just to clear that up. This note is nearly as long as the drabble now.)

They sat together in the bar in the disappointingly-named Intercourse, Pennsylvania. Deadpool was sipping his beer and Nathan was checking his reflection in an ashtray. He’d aged up to his early twenties now, by the looks of it. But that wasn’t his primary concern.

“I remember all of it. All those worlds.” Wade just shrugged and ate more peanuts. He probably didn’t see the significance. Nate tried again. “I remember the Age of Apocalypse, the Utopia, even the, uh… the cyber-tentacles.”

Wade nodded and carried on eating peanuts. Nathan realised the silence was actually a form of response. Deadpool would ramble on about it if it really didn’t mean anything. “I’m sorry if I hurt you.” He remembered the feel of taking Wade’s viciousness and absorbing it, taming it, making Deadpool his. Then before it all went to crap, there was a glorious uprising of chaos in his cybernetic mind, beautiful in its anarchic freedom.

Wade chuckled. “Nah. It wasn’t all bad. I have an entire file of tentacle porn on Weasel’s computer. Just ask before you penetrate next time, yeah?” Deadpool stood up. “I’m going to the little mercs room.”

Nate watched him head towards the bathroom.

“Next time?”


[User Picture]From: sarkywoman
2009-11-25 12:04 am (UTC)

I am glad you're enjoying all these.
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