Fic: Damaged
Title: Damaged
Fandom: Iron Man/Deadpool/Marvel (cinematic universe, comic/fandom!Deadpool)
Rating: M
Disclaimer: If I owned it, the gay would be way more obvious.
Summary: Just this once, Wade, face strained in exertion as he thrusts into Tony, isn't talking; and just this once, Tony isn't thinking.
Note: I feel like at some point I'll definitely come back and write proper Deadpool where the focus is less on Tony being a sad human being. He intimidates me, and I feel like writing characters that intimidate me usually turns out crazy fun.
Damaged
There's alcohol on his breath, and Tony can't tell if it's coming from his mouth or from Wade's at this point, and there's rough skin on his fingers and teeth on his skin and he's shaking apart from just sheer fucking sensation. It's one of those beautiful moments they share-- the kind of moment, he once thought to himself, that's so beautiful that it can only happen between truly hideous people. Just this once, Wade, face strained in exertion as he thrusts into Tony, isn't talking; and just this once, Tony isn't thinking. His brain shuts off when he's with Wade, and finally gives him some fucking peace. There's just sound and smell and movement and heat, and the feel of rough, cancerous skin against his.
When they come, it isn't at the same time, and it isn't any of that sappy shit the girls always try to bring out (that just ruins Tony's night every time). Tony whimpers, Wade's hand rough on his cock, and he always has that little moment, no matter how good the orgasm is, of ew, that's disgusting! as the come hits his stomach. He isn't sure how much longer Wade takes, because after he has a really good (is good really the word for it? Intense, maybe?) orgasm, Tony's always reduced to something whining and sensitive and vulnerable, and sometimes he wonders if good sex is worth how pathetic he is afterwards. At some point he realizes Wade is pulling out, and Tony hates himself anew for the little sound he makes, and then for hating himself, 'cause seriously, what the fuck, who the hell decides they hate themselves over stupid little things like that, and then he's surprised, because Wade's back. Wade never comes back. He leaves, and Tony curls up and falls asleep, and that's how it works. But now Wade's moving a cloth across him, and it's damp and warm, and Tony's hand curls around the man's wrist. He won't ask, because fuck if he's that pathetic, but Wade seems to understand.
"Two million dollars, no kissing, no expository post-sex emotion-laden dialogue for the readers?" Wade asks, and his voice is the same as always, and it's weird how unaffected he seems by the fact that they just had sex.
And because he's pathetic, and because he's drunk (fuck, Pepper's gonna be pissed), Tony nods, and Wade shrugs, tossing the cloth away, and gets back into bed with Tony. JARVIS obligingly turns off the lights without prompting, and after a few tense moments Tony finds himself relaxing until his back touches Wade's scarred chest. Once he's properly awake and sober, he'll feel terrible for even having this thought-- the guilt will hit him like a punch in the gut, just like it always does. But, well... it's nice to think that maybe, just once, he isn't the most damaged person in his bed.
Fandom: Iron Man/Deadpool/Marvel (cinematic universe, comic/fandom!Deadpool)
Rating: M
Disclaimer: If I owned it, the gay would be way more obvious.
Summary: Just this once, Wade, face strained in exertion as he thrusts into Tony, isn't talking; and just this once, Tony isn't thinking.
Note: I feel like at some point I'll definitely come back and write proper Deadpool where the focus is less on Tony being a sad human being. He intimidates me, and I feel like writing characters that intimidate me usually turns out crazy fun.
Damaged
There's alcohol on his breath, and Tony can't tell if it's coming from his mouth or from Wade's at this point, and there's rough skin on his fingers and teeth on his skin and he's shaking apart from just sheer fucking sensation. It's one of those beautiful moments they share-- the kind of moment, he once thought to himself, that's so beautiful that it can only happen between truly hideous people. Just this once, Wade, face strained in exertion as he thrusts into Tony, isn't talking; and just this once, Tony isn't thinking. His brain shuts off when he's with Wade, and finally gives him some fucking peace. There's just sound and smell and movement and heat, and the feel of rough, cancerous skin against his.
When they come, it isn't at the same time, and it isn't any of that sappy shit the girls always try to bring out (that just ruins Tony's night every time). Tony whimpers, Wade's hand rough on his cock, and he always has that little moment, no matter how good the orgasm is, of ew, that's disgusting! as the come hits his stomach. He isn't sure how much longer Wade takes, because after he has a really good (is good really the word for it? Intense, maybe?) orgasm, Tony's always reduced to something whining and sensitive and vulnerable, and sometimes he wonders if good sex is worth how pathetic he is afterwards. At some point he realizes Wade is pulling out, and Tony hates himself anew for the little sound he makes, and then for hating himself, 'cause seriously, what the fuck, who the hell decides they hate themselves over stupid little things like that, and then he's surprised, because Wade's back. Wade never comes back. He leaves, and Tony curls up and falls asleep, and that's how it works. But now Wade's moving a cloth across him, and it's damp and warm, and Tony's hand curls around the man's wrist. He won't ask, because fuck if he's that pathetic, but Wade seems to understand.
"Two million dollars, no kissing, no expository post-sex emotion-laden dialogue for the readers?" Wade asks, and his voice is the same as always, and it's weird how unaffected he seems by the fact that they just had sex.
And because he's pathetic, and because he's drunk (fuck, Pepper's gonna be pissed), Tony nods, and Wade shrugs, tossing the cloth away, and gets back into bed with Tony. JARVIS obligingly turns off the lights without prompting, and after a few tense moments Tony finds himself relaxing until his back touches Wade's scarred chest. Once he's properly awake and sober, he'll feel terrible for even having this thought-- the guilt will hit him like a punch in the gut, just like it always does. But, well... it's nice to think that maybe, just once, he isn't the most damaged person in his bed.