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Okay, so that wasn't a Joy-induced fever dream after all.
Hi, long time. Sorta. Sorting Hat still put you in the Dommy team or did you wind up in the Sub Club?
Hi, long time. Sorta. Sorting Hat still put you in the Dommy team or did you wind up in the Sub Club?
Dominant, of fucking course.
Which means you're in the Up provided housing, right?
[ Stalker alert. Wade's got access to the Up now, thanks to his contract, and you can bet your ass he's snooping around. ]
016-A?
Which means you're in the Up provided housing, right?
[ Stalker alert. Wade's got access to the Up now, thanks to his contract, and you can bet your ass he's snooping around. ]
016-A?
Everything about us is like public record.
And yes, I am.
[ Knock, knock. ]
And yes, I am.
[ Knock, knock. ]
[ Wade had pulled off his mask before knocking, so Cable's greeted with an expression that's... conflicted. A reluctant smile appears, because despite everything he is actually happy to see him. Circumstances could be better. ]
For what it's worth, I'm sorry you're here. But you could've done a lot worse, trust me.
[ Wade shoulders by him, but only long enough to wait for an opening to wrap his arms around Cable for a classic, non-consensual hug. He squeezes around his middle. Wade sounds almost emotional. Almost. You can never tell how genuine it is, given his penchant for dramatics. ]
Jesus, I thought I wasn't going to see you again.
For what it's worth, I'm sorry you're here. But you could've done a lot worse, trust me.
[ Wade shoulders by him, but only long enough to wait for an opening to wrap his arms around Cable for a classic, non-consensual hug. He squeezes around his middle. Wade sounds almost emotional. Almost. You can never tell how genuine it is, given his penchant for dramatics. ]
Jesus, I thought I wasn't going to see you again.
[Cable grunts at the suggestion that things could be worse. He's not convinced that's true, but he's not tempting fate either.
The door is pushed shut by Cable as Wade pushes in for a hug. Cable has nothing sharp and, to be honest, probably shouldn't stab someone for hugging him after he just recently came on their stomach.
So Cable just stands with his arms awkwardly hanging by his sides while Wade wraps around him.]
Since we fucked or since you got here?
The door is pushed shut by Cable as Wade pushes in for a hug. Cable has nothing sharp and, to be honest, probably shouldn't stab someone for hugging him after he just recently came on their stomach.
So Cable just stands with his arms awkwardly hanging by his sides while Wade wraps around him.]
Since we fucked or since you got here?
Zip it.
[ He's having a moment. Also, for once, he doesn't have a ready answer or a quip. Wade gets his One Free Squeeze in before he pulls back, tucking his mask somewhere at the back of his belt. ]
I'm sure you've guessed this place has no shortage of ways to get us to, you know, bump fuzzies? [ A pause and Wade laughs. ] I'm not big on being the other woman, so let's not make a habit of that, okay?
[ Unserious as always, Wade waves a finger in front of Cable like he's to blame for what happened in that dark alleyway in the Down. As if he's not already thinking about dropping in to ensure this grumpy old fucker is meeting quota. Not that he thinks he'll have a hard time, but because the city woke something up in him and gave him a taste of that forbidden fruit. ]
[ He's having a moment. Also, for once, he doesn't have a ready answer or a quip. Wade gets his One Free Squeeze in before he pulls back, tucking his mask somewhere at the back of his belt. ]
I'm sure you've guessed this place has no shortage of ways to get us to, you know, bump fuzzies? [ A pause and Wade laughs. ] I'm not big on being the other woman, so let's not make a habit of that, okay?
[ Unserious as always, Wade waves a finger in front of Cable like he's to blame for what happened in that dark alleyway in the Down. As if he's not already thinking about dropping in to ensure this grumpy old fucker is meeting quota. Not that he thinks he'll have a hard time, but because the city woke something up in him and gave him a taste of that forbidden fruit. ]
Yeah, I noticed.
[Cable responds, bluntly.
He arches an eyebrow when Wade continues, grabbing his stupid, waggling finger with the tight grip of his metal hand.]
Don't act like you haven't been trying to suck my dick since the day you saw me.
[He hisses, then adds:]
And I'd be the other woman, dumbass. You're the one cheating.
[Cable responds, bluntly.
He arches an eyebrow when Wade continues, grabbing his stupid, waggling finger with the tight grip of his metal hand.]
Don't act like you haven't been trying to suck my dick since the day you saw me.
[He hisses, then adds:]
And I'd be the other woman, dumbass. You're the one cheating.
[ Judging from the way Wade snaps his mouth shut, Cable was spot on. But that doesn't stop Wade from leaning in to hiss back: ]
Says the flirt making heavy eye contact while applying lip balm.
[ Wade sasses, pretending he didn't just drop his eyes to Cable's mouth for a moment there. Jesus, this is bad. ]
Technically, you might be right. I did kinda steal your time travel device to unfuck my timeline and get my girl back. But then I ended up here.
Says the flirt making heavy eye contact while applying lip balm.
[ Wade sasses, pretending he didn't just drop his eyes to Cable's mouth for a moment there. Jesus, this is bad. ]
Technically, you might be right. I did kinda steal your time travel device to unfuck my timeline and get my girl back. But then I ended up here.
[ Hyperactive Wade couldn't seem to sit still long enough to let everything that's happened in the last month or so really sink in. There's a lot he's gone through, not all of it pretty. Some of it pleasant. ]
Yeah, well. I guess there was a me before I got here too. Had a whole fucking life here and I don't remember any of it.
[ Wade looks down at his finger trapped in Cable's grip and he tugs at it, experimentally. ]
Guess all Deadpools jump in with both feet. [ He's not necessarily proud of it. Not the type to be ashamed of it either. ] You're gonna want to color within the lines, Cable, these guys don't play — if they depower you, that virus of yours might go unchecked unless they have a way of hitting pause on it.
Yeah, well. I guess there was a me before I got here too. Had a whole fucking life here and I don't remember any of it.
[ Wade looks down at his finger trapped in Cable's grip and he tugs at it, experimentally. ]
Guess all Deadpools jump in with both feet. [ He's not necessarily proud of it. Not the type to be ashamed of it either. ] You're gonna want to color within the lines, Cable, these guys don't play — if they depower you, that virus of yours might go unchecked unless they have a way of hitting pause on it.
It's hard to imagine they had a taste of you once and came back for more.
[He teases, letting Wade's finger slip through his fingers and lowering his arm.
He can't hold back a tooth bearing grimace as he processes what Wade says. If they can take away powers, they're both decently fucked, but Cable's getting fucked hard.]
So we're supposed to just sit here with our thumbs up our asses? Until what? Until when?
[He teases, letting Wade's finger slip through his fingers and lowering his arm.
He can't hold back a tooth bearing grimace as he processes what Wade says. If they can take away powers, they're both decently fucked, but Cable's getting fucked hard.]
So we're supposed to just sit here with our thumbs up our asses? Until what? Until when?
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Right?
[ Wade's brows pull up, eyes dropping down as if to say no one is as surprised as he is on that front. Wade shakes his hand, trying to get life back into the pins and needles that settled into his finger from that tight grip of his. ]
Make quota — their cute way of making sure we're all performing in our roles. Submissives aren't even able to pay for anything without a Dominant. And you're not supposed to go long without one contracted either.
[ As far as 'for how long' goes, Wade shrugs. ]
Some people have been here for three, four years? [ A pause, Wade's still lingering on the topic of that techno-virus. ]
Hey, I can ask my Dominant about that virus of yours, see if she can work her magic.
[ Wade's brows pull up, eyes dropping down as if to say no one is as surprised as he is on that front. Wade shakes his hand, trying to get life back into the pins and needles that settled into his finger from that tight grip of his. ]
Make quota — their cute way of making sure we're all performing in our roles. Submissives aren't even able to pay for anything without a Dominant. And you're not supposed to go long without one contracted either.
[ As far as 'for how long' goes, Wade shrugs. ]
Some people have been here for three, four years? [ A pause, Wade's still lingering on the topic of that techno-virus. ]
Hey, I can ask my Dominant about that virus of yours, see if she can work her magic.
[Cable shuts his eyes and breathes out his nose. It's not clear if he's just taking a moment to process or if he's absolutely simmering with rage.
Whatever it is passes and he mutters:]
I'll figure it out.
[He's met...reasonable people here. None he'd trust with his life, but some he'd trust for a reliable fuck. Not much more.]
No. [Firmly.] I don't need her help.
Whatever it is passes and he mutters:]
I'll figure it out.
[He's met...reasonable people here. None he'd trust with his life, but some he'd trust for a reliable fuck. Not much more.]
No. [Firmly.] I don't need her help.
Then consider it me helping you. Listen —
[ Wade puts out his hands, one of them brushing up against Cable's chest. It's not like he's going anywhere, they're still right in front of his door but Wade's trying to placate him. ]
Just think about it. That's all I ask.
[ Wade looks down at his hand and tries very hard not to remember how Cable's teeth felt against his neck. How that grumble painted hot, humid breath on his skin. Jesus, is he ever going to be able to look at him without thinking about sex? Probably not. Wade takes a little too long to pull his gaze back up again. ]
...Got anything to eat? [ He asks, abruptly. Jarringly. ]
[ Wade puts out his hands, one of them brushing up against Cable's chest. It's not like he's going anywhere, they're still right in front of his door but Wade's trying to placate him. ]
Just think about it. That's all I ask.
[ Wade looks down at his hand and tries very hard not to remember how Cable's teeth felt against his neck. How that grumble painted hot, humid breath on his skin. Jesus, is he ever going to be able to look at him without thinking about sex? Probably not. Wade takes a little too long to pull his gaze back up again. ]
...Got anything to eat? [ He asks, abruptly. Jarringly. ]
I don't need your help either.
[Cable points out, because even if Wade tries to pivot away he's still going to make his stance clear.
He then stares blankly at Wade as his gaze lingers uncomfortably long, which conveniently conceals the fact that his mind is starting to wander too. Why did Wade invite himself in anyway?
Cable turns to look into his apartment and shrugs.]
Don't they feed you or are you here to beg for scraps?
[Cable points out, because even if Wade tries to pivot away he's still going to make his stance clear.
He then stares blankly at Wade as his gaze lingers uncomfortably long, which conveniently conceals the fact that his mind is starting to wander too. Why did Wade invite himself in anyway?
Cable turns to look into his apartment and shrugs.]
Don't they feed you or are you here to beg for scraps?
[ Ouch. Wade's mouth tugs down in a frown, but it's fine. Cable is a Summers, and they seem genetically predisposed to being stubborn. ]
Just curious. [ Wade lies, or rather, presents a change of subject in a desperate attempt to derail his own thoughts. ] Never been to a freshly minted Dominant's place. From the way they give you fuckers the white glove treatment, I figured they'd stock your shelves with the good shit.
[ Inviting himself in, Wade strides past, his head on a swivel as he helps himself out to a tour of an admittedly lavish apartment. When he lands on something that looks like a kitchen, he yanks open the fridge. ]
In the Down, we have the equivalent of a high school cafeteria, and it's as shitty as it sounds.
[ Wade returns with a bottle of beer in each hand. ]
Welcome to Shitsburg, by the way. You never did answer my question last I saw you.
Just curious. [ Wade lies, or rather, presents a change of subject in a desperate attempt to derail his own thoughts. ] Never been to a freshly minted Dominant's place. From the way they give you fuckers the white glove treatment, I figured they'd stock your shelves with the good shit.
[ Inviting himself in, Wade strides past, his head on a swivel as he helps himself out to a tour of an admittedly lavish apartment. When he lands on something that looks like a kitchen, he yanks open the fridge. ]
In the Down, we have the equivalent of a high school cafeteria, and it's as shitty as it sounds.
[ Wade returns with a bottle of beer in each hand. ]
Welcome to Shitsburg, by the way. You never did answer my question last I saw you.
[Cable's apartment is still extremely fresh and new, barely touched. Cable doesn't have a curious mind like Wade, apparently. He also just doesn't want any of it.
There are signs of life in here though, such as his jacket draped over a chair, his huge gun propped against a wall and his daughter's teddy bear safely kept on a shelf.
Cable accepts the beer and twists it open, frowning at Wade and maintaining eye contact as he swigs.]
What question?
There are signs of life in here though, such as his jacket draped over a chair, his huge gun propped against a wall and his daughter's teddy bear safely kept on a shelf.
Cable accepts the beer and twists it open, frowning at Wade and maintaining eye contact as he swigs.]
What question?
[ Wade collides the narrow necks of their bottles together like they're not representative of shit, crowding into his space just a smidge more than appropriate. Wade tries so hard not to let that one moment define them and yet it's the only thing he can think of. Fuck. ]
The one about being quota partners, moose knuckle.
[ Wade says, darkly. He remembers that night with vivid detail, even as he empties the cool contents of that beer into his throat, he watches Cable from around the neck of that brown bottle. ]
If you'd rather it be anyone else, I wouldn't blame you. [ Wade always thinks it's him who is the problem, that someone wouldn't want him. But he also leaves an out. ] I'm just saying... it's not a problem for me.
The one about being quota partners, moose knuckle.
[ Wade says, darkly. He remembers that night with vivid detail, even as he empties the cool contents of that beer into his throat, he watches Cable from around the neck of that brown bottle. ]
If you'd rather it be anyone else, I wouldn't blame you. [ Wade always thinks it's him who is the problem, that someone wouldn't want him. But he also leaves an out. ] I'm just saying... it's not a problem for me.
Uh-huh.
[Cable makes a considering sound. It is infuriatingly neutral, he is neither disgusted nor enticed. This is because in his mind it was obvious that they had agreed on this.]
Why would it be a problem for me? We already did it.
[Again, his tone is flat and he's giving Wade nothing here.]
But I thought you didn't want to be the other woman.
[Cable makes a considering sound. It is infuriatingly neutral, he is neither disgusted nor enticed. This is because in his mind it was obvious that they had agreed on this.]
Why would it be a problem for me? We already did it.
[Again, his tone is flat and he's giving Wade nothing here.]
But I thought you didn't want to be the other woman.
[ Wade, eternally dwelling in that no-man's-land known by the unfuckable, reconsiders everything he knows of Cable and finds himself alone on a desolate island of questions. ]
Fuck off. [ Wade answers, distantly. He's not sure if Cable's being honest or merely performative. He stands there in the middle of his lavish apartment, bottle opened and foaming at the tip, undrunk. Wade can't look away from Cable's face as much as he needs to. He wants to hear it from him without the run-off, the aphro, whatever else might be clouding their judgment. ]
...And if I wanted to again? Say, tonight?
[ Wade already heard it before, now he's just searching for confirmation, the kind he always craves for. ]
Fuck off. [ Wade answers, distantly. He's not sure if Cable's being honest or merely performative. He stands there in the middle of his lavish apartment, bottle opened and foaming at the tip, undrunk. Wade can't look away from Cable's face as much as he needs to. He wants to hear it from him without the run-off, the aphro, whatever else might be clouding their judgment. ]
...And if I wanted to again? Say, tonight?
[ Wade already heard it before, now he's just searching for confirmation, the kind he always craves for. ]
[Still maintaining eye contact, Cable narrows his gaze and squints at Wade. His bottle rests on his lips for a moment before he tips in up, draining a considerable amount. Long enough to keep the tension in the room before he stops.]
Is that what you're here for?
[He swigs his drink again.]
Not getting enough of it from your people?
[Is it ever enough for Wade?]
Is that what you're here for?
[He swigs his drink again.]
Not getting enough of it from your people?
[Is it ever enough for Wade?]
[ Wade is slow to drink, spends too much time dwelling on how Cable meets his gaze in that discriminating, analytical way he does. Like he's measuring him, weighing him. Finding him wanting. It shouldn't turn him on but it always does.
Wade plays with the neck of his untouched bottle of beer, too distracted to sip from the bottle he opened and served up for two. He doesn't like how 'not getting enough of it' sounds accusatory, like he's not getting enough from those who matter, or that he's not worth it to those who should. He can tell he's being batted about like a toy. He just doesn't exactly know why it's Cable doing it. ]
No. [ He answers, defensively. His gaze scoots from the neck of his bottle to Cable, watching him taunt from halfway through his beer while Wade lingers in the wings to even taste his. Fuck, what is wrong with him? Can't he enjoy a single fucking commercial break of happiness without having to answer for it? Once? The tension is so thick that Wade finds himself tearing through it with far too much force when he demands: ] You wanna pretend you didn't like it?
Wade plays with the neck of his untouched bottle of beer, too distracted to sip from the bottle he opened and served up for two. He doesn't like how 'not getting enough of it' sounds accusatory, like he's not getting enough from those who matter, or that he's not worth it to those who should. He can tell he's being batted about like a toy. He just doesn't exactly know why it's Cable doing it. ]
No. [ He answers, defensively. His gaze scoots from the neck of his bottle to Cable, watching him taunt from halfway through his beer while Wade lingers in the wings to even taste his. Fuck, what is wrong with him? Can't he enjoy a single fucking commercial break of happiness without having to answer for it? Once? The tension is so thick that Wade finds himself tearing through it with far too much force when he demands: ] You wanna pretend you didn't like it?
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