A drabble!
I wrote this for fun, and then I was told I should post it. So...here I go!
Title: Stress Relief
Rating: M
Pairing: CablexDeadpool
Characters: Deadpool, Cable
Summary: “Someone's a little stressed out! I think I know what could fix that,” he said with a small smirk under his mask. Cable shook his head, and continued to his room with Deadpool hot on his heels.
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Deadpool walked in, with his typical swagger of cockiness after a job well done. Cable followed after, not near as pleased with himself. There had been too many deaths this time; so many that could have easily been avoided, he thought glumly.
“Why are you moping, Mutant-Jesus? We kicked some major ass out there. Like...we did awesome! If that was a football game, everything would have been on instant-reply. That's how good we did,” Wade rambled, gesturing wildly while talking. Cable responded glared and kept walking forward, away from the lobby and towards his room. “Wait!” Wade shouted, running after him. “Where are you going? Aren't we going to have a post-battle party? I'll even go get some sparkling cider or some shit so we don't wake up with a hangover!” Nate clenched his jaw, spinning towards Deadpool in a fury.
“Shut up Deadpool. I would never celebrate winning a battle. It's bad enough that we fight, but we lost too many in this one. So stop.” Wade paused for a moment.
“Someone's a little stressed out! I think I know what could fix that,” he said with a small smirk under his mask. Cable shook his head, and continued to his room with Deadpool hot on his heels.
It was a fast and unsteady pace, the way Nate slammed into Wade. They both panted loudly, a grunt and low moan occasionally slipping from one with the pleasure was too much to hold back. Nate's thumb rubbed against Wade's hip, the skin uneven and rough. It was a topographical map of mountains and ridges and planes that Nate would never memorize. Why should he? It wasn't a place he would ever explore thoroughly. This place was just a passage to paradise, when things became too stressed and Nate needed an escape. But eventually the pressure would become too much, and he would release, and he would leave. Sometimes, Nate felt the nagging guilt creeping from its hiding place to chastise him. Wade is a person, it would say. He's not an object to be used and tossed aside. Nate would shake the feeling with a growl and a particularly hard thrust that would earn him a cry from Wade. It was like the cry told Nate that it wasn't using someone when they wanted it just as bad.
“H-Hey Nate? I'm getting really fucking close, and if you could just an-!” Deadpool arched up, sentence cut as Cable angled his hips and pressed deeper. Licking at his lips, Deadpool simply closed his eyes and rocked his hips in time with Cable. He knew Cable hated it when he talked during sex; sometimes he would even cover his mouth with a hand. Not that I care, he thought, biting back a moan. He knew Cable was just using him for a quick fuck, so he would do anything to ruin that for him just a little. Then again, Deadpool wasn't sure who he should hate for it, Cable or himself. Hate Cable for using a man with mental problems, or hate himself for realizing that he was being used and allowing it. Or, maybe, he should hate the doctor that had fucked him up, or the father that had given him the attachment issues, or maybe-The thought was cut off, his vision blurred as he climaxed.
Nate watched as Wade's face contorted first with thought, and then with pleasure. Thrusting roughly, he soon followed, pressing deeply as he came in Wade. Sometimes, Nate wondered about what he thought about when they had sex. Shaking his head, he pulled out softly and rolled to the side, glancing over at Wade.
“Do you want me to leave now, or can take a shower?” Wade asked, eyes staring at the ceiling. Nate opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again.
“...I don't care,” he replied, but the just make sure you're gone when I wake up lingered in the air, unspoken but understood. Wade nodded his head.
“Alright.” He sat up, cringing as cum dribbled down his thigh. He stood, dressing quickly and slipping out the door. I wonder when I stopped being a mercenary and started becoming a fucking slut, he thought as he closed the door.
Nate watched him, sighing quietly once Nate left. Sometimes, Nate wondering about what he thought after they had sex. He decided it couldn't be worth staying up over, and quickly fell asleep.
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I didn't beta this or anything, so sorry for grammatical errors. What do you think?
Title: Stress Relief
Rating: M
Pairing: CablexDeadpool
Characters: Deadpool, Cable
Summary: “Someone's a little stressed out! I think I know what could fix that,” he said with a small smirk under his mask. Cable shook his head, and continued to his room with Deadpool hot on his heels.
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Deadpool walked in, with his typical swagger of cockiness after a job well done. Cable followed after, not near as pleased with himself. There had been too many deaths this time; so many that could have easily been avoided, he thought glumly.
“Why are you moping, Mutant-Jesus? We kicked some major ass out there. Like...we did awesome! If that was a football game, everything would have been on instant-reply. That's how good we did,” Wade rambled, gesturing wildly while talking. Cable responded glared and kept walking forward, away from the lobby and towards his room. “Wait!” Wade shouted, running after him. “Where are you going? Aren't we going to have a post-battle party? I'll even go get some sparkling cider or some shit so we don't wake up with a hangover!” Nate clenched his jaw, spinning towards Deadpool in a fury.
“Shut up Deadpool. I would never celebrate winning a battle. It's bad enough that we fight, but we lost too many in this one. So stop.” Wade paused for a moment.
“Someone's a little stressed out! I think I know what could fix that,” he said with a small smirk under his mask. Cable shook his head, and continued to his room with Deadpool hot on his heels.
It was a fast and unsteady pace, the way Nate slammed into Wade. They both panted loudly, a grunt and low moan occasionally slipping from one with the pleasure was too much to hold back. Nate's thumb rubbed against Wade's hip, the skin uneven and rough. It was a topographical map of mountains and ridges and planes that Nate would never memorize. Why should he? It wasn't a place he would ever explore thoroughly. This place was just a passage to paradise, when things became too stressed and Nate needed an escape. But eventually the pressure would become too much, and he would release, and he would leave. Sometimes, Nate felt the nagging guilt creeping from its hiding place to chastise him. Wade is a person, it would say. He's not an object to be used and tossed aside. Nate would shake the feeling with a growl and a particularly hard thrust that would earn him a cry from Wade. It was like the cry told Nate that it wasn't using someone when they wanted it just as bad.
“H-Hey Nate? I'm getting really fucking close, and if you could just an-!” Deadpool arched up, sentence cut as Cable angled his hips and pressed deeper. Licking at his lips, Deadpool simply closed his eyes and rocked his hips in time with Cable. He knew Cable hated it when he talked during sex; sometimes he would even cover his mouth with a hand. Not that I care, he thought, biting back a moan. He knew Cable was just using him for a quick fuck, so he would do anything to ruin that for him just a little. Then again, Deadpool wasn't sure who he should hate for it, Cable or himself. Hate Cable for using a man with mental problems, or hate himself for realizing that he was being used and allowing it. Or, maybe, he should hate the doctor that had fucked him up, or the father that had given him the attachment issues, or maybe-The thought was cut off, his vision blurred as he climaxed.
Nate watched as Wade's face contorted first with thought, and then with pleasure. Thrusting roughly, he soon followed, pressing deeply as he came in Wade. Sometimes, Nate wondered about what he thought about when they had sex. Shaking his head, he pulled out softly and rolled to the side, glancing over at Wade.
“Do you want me to leave now, or can take a shower?” Wade asked, eyes staring at the ceiling. Nate opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again.
“...I don't care,” he replied, but the just make sure you're gone when I wake up lingered in the air, unspoken but understood. Wade nodded his head.
“Alright.” He sat up, cringing as cum dribbled down his thigh. He stood, dressing quickly and slipping out the door. I wonder when I stopped being a mercenary and started becoming a fucking slut, he thought as he closed the door.
Nate watched him, sighing quietly once Nate left. Sometimes, Nate wondering about what he thought after they had sex. He decided it couldn't be worth staying up over, and quickly fell asleep.
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I didn't beta this or anything, so sorry for grammatical errors. What do you think?