Fic: A Rare Serious Moment
Title: A Rare Serious Moment
Pairing: Cable/Deadpool
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Slash, but no pr0n
Summary: Deadpool asks forgiveness... Kind of, with him you can never quite tell.
Disclaimer: It's Marvel's sandbox, I just play here.
Notes: Written for comment_fic.
Post coital bliss. Wade sighed happily, his body lax, but for his toes, wiggling happily beneath the sheets. The rest of his body was feeling pretty happy, too, happy, happy, happy. His yellow boxes were definitely happy, making all sorts of cheerful, sated sighing noises that Wade's own mouth couldn't possibly be emulating.
But beside him, Deadpool could hear the gears starting to turn in Cable's head and could predict the hiss as steam started blowing out his ears.
He turned onto his side, feeling slightly squishy and well used. "Hey, remember that time I shot at you?"
"Just the one?" Cable raised an amused eyebrow.
"Ookay, remember all the times I shot at you? Attempted to blow you up or otherwise demolish your smug, self righteous ass?"
"Successful or just attempted?" Nate asked, looking more and more smug, self-righteous and amused with every word.
Wade gnashed his teeth, this conversation wasn't going as easily as he'd hoped. But when did Nate ever make anything easy? "D. All of the above."
"Yes, Wade, I remember. One doesn't easily forget picking buckshot out of their own forehead."
"Right." Wade scrubbed a hand over the back of head before pulling himself into a sitting position. Nate looked up at him, all huge muscles, technorganic mesh and soft facial features, his hair sticking up in odd tufts where Wade had pulled it a little too hard.
Wade's heart melted around the edges, almost as much as it had when Bea Arthur had accepted her last TV Land award.
"Wade? You still with me?" Nate prodded, his hand landing casually on Wade's thigh, as though this were a natural position for them both.
"All that stuff? It's all in the past... right?"
Nate smiled, even chuckled a little. Wade would have been offended if given half the chance. He was trying to indulge a rare serious moment and all Nate could do was giggle like Miley Cyrus in one of her shitty video blogs up on Youtube. But before he hand the chance to work up a real lather Nate grabbed his arm, pulling him flat to the mattress once more.
"Yes, Wade, I forgive you."
Nate kissed him, making a deep purring noise in the back of his throat. When they finally pulled apart Nate no longer looked like he was about to over think or say anything stupid, but Wade had the feeling he'd forgotten about something...
"Hey, wait. Aren't you going to apologize for all the time you shot at me, or lied or made some sort of dastardly plan behind my back?"
Nate's fingers plucked at his nipples before moving downward, kissing the sharp edge of Wade's jaw. "We'll talk about it later. Much later."
Pairing: Cable/Deadpool
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Slash, but no pr0n
Summary: Deadpool asks forgiveness... Kind of, with him you can never quite tell.
Disclaimer: It's Marvel's sandbox, I just play here.
Notes: Written for comment_fic.
Post coital bliss. Wade sighed happily, his body lax, but for his toes, wiggling happily beneath the sheets. The rest of his body was feeling pretty happy, too, happy, happy, happy. His yellow boxes were definitely happy, making all sorts of cheerful, sated sighing noises that Wade's own mouth couldn't possibly be emulating.
But beside him, Deadpool could hear the gears starting to turn in Cable's head and could predict the hiss as steam started blowing out his ears.
He turned onto his side, feeling slightly squishy and well used. "Hey, remember that time I shot at you?"
"Just the one?" Cable raised an amused eyebrow.
"Ookay, remember all the times I shot at you? Attempted to blow you up or otherwise demolish your smug, self righteous ass?"
"Successful or just attempted?" Nate asked, looking more and more smug, self-righteous and amused with every word.
Wade gnashed his teeth, this conversation wasn't going as easily as he'd hoped. But when did Nate ever make anything easy? "D. All of the above."
"Yes, Wade, I remember. One doesn't easily forget picking buckshot out of their own forehead."
"Right." Wade scrubbed a hand over the back of head before pulling himself into a sitting position. Nate looked up at him, all huge muscles, technorganic mesh and soft facial features, his hair sticking up in odd tufts where Wade had pulled it a little too hard.
Wade's heart melted around the edges, almost as much as it had when Bea Arthur had accepted her last TV Land award.
"Wade? You still with me?" Nate prodded, his hand landing casually on Wade's thigh, as though this were a natural position for them both.
"All that stuff? It's all in the past... right?"
Nate smiled, even chuckled a little. Wade would have been offended if given half the chance. He was trying to indulge a rare serious moment and all Nate could do was giggle like Miley Cyrus in one of her shitty video blogs up on Youtube. But before he hand the chance to work up a real lather Nate grabbed his arm, pulling him flat to the mattress once more.
"Yes, Wade, I forgive you."
Nate kissed him, making a deep purring noise in the back of his throat. When they finally pulled apart Nate no longer looked like he was about to over think or say anything stupid, but Wade had the feeling he'd forgotten about something...
"Hey, wait. Aren't you going to apologize for all the time you shot at me, or lied or made some sort of dastardly plan behind my back?"
Nate's fingers plucked at his nipples before moving downward, kissing the sharp edge of Wade's jaw. "We'll talk about it later. Much later."