Short, yes, Im just not in it like I used to be. But I thought I would try to get the rest of my ideas down. I still love the senseless joy these characters brought to me :)

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It was the perfect spot. He had no way of knowing, but some sixth sense told Logan to turn onto that forgotten dirt road and pull off at just the right moment.

The truck was driven into the forest as far as the trees would allow. As soon as the feral men stepped out they could smell the water nearby, not a stagnant pond but a fresh lake. It was a good mile and a half from where they parked the truck, but it was the perfect place to set up camp.

They surveyed the area. There was a small patch of featureless ground surrounded by tall pine trees, here they would set up the tent. The lake sparkled not far off through the trees and a muddy shore led into the water. The place was sheltered not just by the trees, but with steep slopes, most with large rocks covered in thick moss. But the best thing about it was the air, it smelled fresh and wild, all around was a sense of freedom.

They soon got to work hauling their supplies down from the truck. Wade was no help whatsoever in setting things up, the first thing he did was grab a bright green pool noodle, strip himself of his clothes and jump into the lake, while the brothers went back and forth hauling stuff to the campsite.

Victor wiped sweat from his brow, exhausted after walking a total of nine miles in the heat. "Im gonna drag that aquatic basterd out of the lake and make him set this shit up!" he said angrily.

"Come on in, the waters great!" Wade yelled to them again, he'd been yelling at them to come play with him for an hour.

"Think we should take him up on that offer," Logan said. Given the heat, swimming wasn't a bad idea. Logan loved the water anyway. He grabbed the remaining pool noodles and started towards the lake.

"Why the hell did we bring those over?" Victor asked, referring to the pink foam noodles.

"So we can beat the shit out of Wade!" Logan replied.

"Screw that, Im gonna drown the basterd!"

Leaving their clothing on a rock to air out in the sun the two waded into the freezing lake, cringing as the ice cold water submerged their skin.

Victor let out a squeak when the water reached his groin, feeling his genitals recoil in horror, "I thought you said it was great!" he accused.

"I lied," Wade shrugged, "and cats don't like water do they?"

Victor glared at the man. He liked water well enough, he just didn't like cold water. The temperature didn't seem to be bothering Logan as much, it had been a long time since he swam in a lake, or swam at all for that matter.

"Come on pussy!," as an afterthought to the murderous glare he received, Wade added "cat."

Screw the cold! Victor dove forwards and swam madly for the mercenary.

Wade kicked his feet and effortlessly glided away from the swimming tiger, knowing he was a faster swimmer, at home in his element he liked to think, though he had many elements.

A painful slap rang out across the lake, Wade stopped in stunned surprise. It took a moment to notice the stinging on his back. "Ouch!" he declared.

Logan stood behind him with a pink pool noodle.

Victor caught up behind Wade. the tides had turned. An evil grin split his face as Logan tossed him the remaining noodle.

So this is how it would end, Wade thought, beat to death by a couple of wet, naked, hairy guys with pink pool noodles. Even with so many other things the image inspired.

In defense, he attempted to employ his swordsman skills with the flimsy noodle. Even though he failed it was still an impressive use of a foam tube.

The two ferals immediately began battering the man with wicked glee shining on their faces. It was difficult to maneuver away quickly in shallow water, so every hit slapped into Wades sides and back. They were using all the force behind their muscles, not holding back, determined to beat the source of their annoyance till every inch was red and raw.

Unfortunately, being Wade, the mercenary was crafty and quick. Like an eel he slipped under the surface and out of another situation, surfacing some distance away.

In frustration and the sudden absence of a target, the brothers began beating each other instead.

"How quickly they turn on each other," Wade mused, shaking his head.

Logan had gained the use of Wade's discarded pool noodle and was beating Victor twice as hard.

At least they were having fun this time.

Wade went under again, swimming far around the combatants in foam melee, and resurfaced next to the shore. For all their beating Wade sported not a single tender spot, but the redness lingered.

He dried himself off and started a fire as the sun was going down, making sure both Victor and Logan's clothes were well hidden.

This was going to be a fun camping trip indeed.