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“I just hate when play time has to come to an end,” it’s remorseful, paired with the sound of crunching glass and the whimpering of a man dragging himself away on broken legs. There’s a not-too-manly scream as Wade picks the man up by the neck of his shirt. Hoisting him up onto a desk as the man blubbers out .“but fuck if you didn’t make it fun, I really wish we had a soundtrack going on floor three. Do you think we could redo? Get the speaker syste-”

Bust down, Thotiana, bust down, Thotiana

The whimpering of the man stops as Deadpool’s head jerks down to his waist. Hands leaving the man quick. 

“Ah shit, hang on. That’s my personal. Do you-”I wanna see you bust down Black gloves pull out a small smartphone and Deadpool jabs at it with a small finger gun.Lick it up, now slurp that shit down“Do you mind? No? Great. I’ll just be a minute.” 

A hand hits a hip as the other accepts the call and thumbs over the speaker button“Hey Priscilla, everything okay?” he chirps, giving a little nod at the man on the desk with a little ‘one minute’ finger as if to encourage him to sit still. He gets a flabbergasted look in response. The man temporarily stalled in his shock. 

Wade lets it fall a little, though, at the heavy breathing at the other end. The lilt to the other’s voice when he starts speaking. It’s dirty talk. A sweet, sweet greeting that Wade’s more than happy to receive. He stands there, a hand on the edge of the desk just a couple inches away from the phone. Hovering a little over the man who he’d flopped atop it. “Ah, fuck,” it comes after a couple seconds, a little breathy in response to the man on the other side of the phone and the one that’s trying to make his escape by wiggling off the table. 

A hand moves to push to the other’s chest to hold him still. The man’s face flushed in embarrassment, Wade thinks.

“Fuck, baby. I can’t wait to get my mouth on that sweet hole.” Wade gives a low whistle at that one. Mr. Stiffy pushing against that red spandexed leather as his victim hits his head back on the table. “I’m gonna-” 

“Please let me go,” the man interrupts. “Or just fucking kill me. I don’t want to hear that shit.” 

Wade opens his mouth to reply, only for Nate to chime in. His voice still low, a little raspy, but Wade can hear the purse to his lips. “Am I on speaker phone? Stop doing this.” 

“Well you called at an inopportune time, sugarlumps. What was I supposed to do?”

“Say you’re fucking busy, Wade.” 

“But I’m not busy. I’m just killing a guy. And you know I love it when you talk dirty to me, Nate. It really gets El Pequño Wade in the mood.” 

There’s a gunshot just a minute later when the mark takes a grab for it out of desperation, forcing Deadpool’s hand. He doesn’t mind it, though. Holding the phone up towards his mouth, speaker phone and all. 

“What the hell!! I am watching my language!  I just said fuck!  ‘Fuck’ IS the PG version of the word ‘flark’!  Don’t you know nothin’ about linguistics?” Rocket said in a very ‘I am trying very much to get on your nerves’ sort of tone.

Sharp inhalation at the contact --- it’s not....it’s not that he hadn’t liked it but that such an action wasn’t anticipated for a man that prided himself on being able to figure out, assess, and gauge situation and/or others. What came as a startling surprise turned....turned soft putty out of the man that stood before him, shining eyes, wet dripping locks and all. Swollen expansion of burgeoning emotion with every resounding too honest slam and beat within chest cavity. He was supposed to keep things professional so when exactly over the last two months of working on his arm had it become....so much more?? Drops pelt and fall off umbrella clutched tightly. Spot of color blooms creeping up the back of his neck as at last, vocal chords work once more. 

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Condensation has formed on the glass, a small ring of liquid forming around the base, turning pink as it mixes with the blood and viscera on the counter. It drips over his fingers when he takes the glass and brings it to his lips for another mouthful of stale beer.  By the time he swallows, he knows that Cable has arrived. Not by the disgustingly cheery ring of the bell hanging above the door, but by the sudden swell of hope the bar wench in front of him feels when she sees him, and the intense fear and  confusion that follows when she sees his face. Identical to that of his own. The same face that had viciously slaughtered every other soul in the bar.

"I would tell you I'm sorry, Dolores..." A pause as he basks in her delicious fear. He does need to read her mind to know that she is utterly and completely afraid. It is written all over her face. He cannot help but smirk at that. His left eye flares suddenly, a bright flash of gold, and her neck twists at an odd angle, snapping without him even raising a finger. She crumples like a rag doll. "... But I'm not."

Habits tell a lot about a person.

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   ☺ ✖ – “Technically, nothing,” it’s cheeky, weight settling as that warm hand runs up his side. Wade’s dressed in a sleeveless tank that, honestly, he’s not sure the origin of. He leans down, pressing a firm kiss to the other’s lips as his hands curl against the other’s cheeks briefly, before he’s pulling back just enough to grin down at the man out of time. 

   He’s not surprised Nate forgot his own birthday- Wade was the same way. Wade focuses on anyone but himself in an effort to get away from his perpetual self-hate and Nate focuses on the rest of the world.  

   “Guess we better get started. Breakfast first,” he moves to ‘fix’ the other’s tousled hair, making sure it’s as messy as possible. 

   Just how I like it. 

   There’s another quick peck before Wade’s moving to get off, pinching the other’s cheek on the way.