July 16, 1998
517 W 135th St,
Harlem, New York City
4:40 AM
Wade
They took a cab home and stopped at the convenience store across from the apartment and picked up both cookie dough and Reese's ice cream along with a few other snacks.
"Wanna get a movie?" Wade suggested when Heru came up to the counter, his arms laden with snacks and two slurpees.
"Sure, which movies?" he piled everything on the counter and the blurry eyed clerk started to ring things through. They went through the list of rentals available, Heru made a stack while Wade couldn't decide between Home Alone or Pretty Woman.
"Ever see either of these?" he asked, holding them up and Heru raised an eyebrow.
"Julia Roberts and Richard Greer are only second best in on-screen chemistry after Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks and yes of course I've seen Pretty Woman, I mean, it's kind of required material for all hookers," he joked and slid his pile over, "and Kevin is a psychotic genius, I've seen them all. These ones, I have not," Wade took the pile and started to go through.
"What the shit Heru! You haven't seen Pulp Fiction? Or Clueless!? Oh my god," he picked up Schindler's List and Goodfellas, "oh my god baby," he sighed heavily, "it's ok, it's ok," he cooed, pulling Heru into a hug, "we'll get all of these," he told the clerk, adding Pretty Woman and Home Alone to the stack and sliding it across the counter, "we have some serious education to do." Heru laughed and pushed away.
"Hey in my defense, there are some amazing movies in my time especially the superhero ones," he argued, "although Green Lantern was admittedly pretty terrible but Ryan totally makes up for it when he does your movie," he muttered while Wade paid for their purchases.
"What was that cookie?" he asked, accepting the bags.
"Nothing," he held the door open for him and they headed down the alley and climbed the fire-escape, "you know, I think I should just put a welcome mat out here," Heru remarked as Wade pried the window open and climbed inside.
"We can pick up one of those ones that say welcome when you're coming in and go away when you're leaving," he suggested, carrying the bags into the kitchen while Heru climbed inside. He set the bags down and pulled his mask off, happy to breathe freely and removed his katanas.
"Those ones are fun," he agreed and grabbed the swords from Wade, setting them against the coffee table, "here," he smiled warmly at him, pulling him by his belt and finding the zipper to open the top, "let me," he offered and Wade didn't argue as he pushed the leather off his shoulders.
"Mmm," he lifted Heru and sat him on the back of the couch, his legs instantly wrapping around his waist.
"Here, I'll help with this too," he said helpfully and removed his belt as Wade pulled him in for a kiss, his mouth cool and immediately opening to him.
"You're so helpful," he purred and pulled his gloves off, his hands going under Heru's Twenty One Pilots shirt and pulled it off his head. He tossed it behind him, his fingers digging into Heru's back, "we should put the ice cream away," he murmured, biting at his neck.
"Mm, I'll fix it later," he murmured back, dropping the belt to the floor and undoing his pants, "hmm Wade?"
"Hmm?" his hand laced in his hair, pulling his head back gently to give him more access to his neck.
"You know you can use that super strength on me right?" he questioned and he pulled away to look at him, a sly expression darting across his fox like features.
"Why didn't you mention that weeks ago?" he grinned, the hand in his hair yanking his head back and making him gasp.
"I actually assumed you knew," he responded, his feet kicking his pants down. {Definitely should have realized that when you shot him multiple times and he didn't flinch}. Wade's mind started to race with possibilities as he kicked his boots and pants off.
"Got a pain kink?" he asked curiously, lifting him up so he could yank his pants over his hips, hands gliding across his ass. Heru's voice chuckled against his neck.
"A little, I only feel physical pain when I want to..." he looked up at him, his cheeks flushed and more gold than brown in his eyes, "give me your worst," he whispered and Wade raised a hairless brow.
"You sure cupcake?" he questioned, eyes searching for any hint of doubt but he just leaned in to whisper in his ear.
"My safe word is pickles," he whispered, his breath sending a shiver down his back and Wade chuckled at his chosen word.
"I like it, mine is pumpkin spice," he replied, stepping back to pull his pants off completely before taking a moment to admire him sitting on the back of the couch, smirking back at him with that shit-eating smug ass look he loved so much.
"However… I might have some other ideas," Heru purred, his eyes growing darker and he had the sudden feeling that he wasn't going to get a chance to use his super strength that night if the expression on his face was any indication. Something else had taken over in those eyes, a dominance that made Wade gulp and want to do everything he said. Heru crossed his legs, "have you been a good Deadpool?" he asked and Wade's head bobbed in a circle, unable to decide which answer would result in the most fun.
"Yea-no," he shook his head, "I haven't been good, just killed this guy and totally stole a cab from an old lady in the middle of the night, who knows if she ever made it home," he rambled, his breathing increasing as he watched Heru slide off the couch and start circling him, tsking in disapproval. He touched his chest with his fingers and trailed them across his body as he walked around him. Wade shifted his weight, unbelievably exposed but there wasn't any hesitancy, any feeling of fear making him tremble with anticipation, only desire.
"Hmm, might need to add another store to our shopping trip," he mused, stopping behind him and sliding a hand down his spine and over his ass, fingers brushing up the crack before he continued walking around him, "but for now…." he bit his lip and stopped in front of him, "I have other ideas. Stay," he ordered and grabbed a shoebox from under the couch. He pulled out his cuffs, a bottle of lube and a satin scarf. Wade did as he was told, smiling and clasping his hands together in front of him.
"I like the sound of that," he agreed, watching with interest as Heru started to look around the place. He walked over to a wall and his hand curiously disappeared in it as he looked around for something.
"Here, come here," he called and he walked over, looking at his hand then him, "use some of that strength of yours, there's a set of copper pipes behind the wall," he explained and pulled his hand back out.
"Yes sir," he punched a hole through the drywall and cleared enough away to expose the copper piping.
"Perfect," he beamed and attached the cuffs around the pipes, "you'll have to be a good boy and not pull too hard against these or we won't have hot water for weeks," he instructed, grabbing Wade's hand and strapping him into the restraints, his arms just above his head.
"Yes sir," he grinned, the soft scarf covered his eyes and the world disappeared from sight.
July 16, 1998
517 W 135th St,
Harlem, New York City
5:02 AM
Heru
Heru stepped back to admire the view of Deadpool stuck to the wall, his arms above his head, elbows bent as he stood, the blindfold wrapped tightly over his eyes.
Perfect
'I thought we were going to be the one tied up and seeing just how hard he can fuck?'
"Patience," he whispered to the voices, he had more than enough time to enjoy a variety of things with him. When Wade had stepped back before, he'd realized just how much he'd wanted to make him beg and not the other way around. He knew Wade was a switch but that he preferred to play a more submissive role if given the opportunity and Heru was more than happy to provide one, or many. He enjoyed being in control but what he wanted for Wade was about far more than just control. Wade had experienced more than enough pain in his life and the idea of causing him pain outright, even pain that he enjoyed and was coupled with pleasure, wasn't as appealing as the other options available. He might enjoy the pain himself, but there were far better ways to make him beg. He smiled and took a step closer.
[Your power isn't meant to be used for sexual games]
Fuck off, he pushed the voices away and stood on his toes to kiss Wade, his lips barely brushing against his. He smiled when Wade tried to lean in closer and pressed a hand to his chest, pushing him against the wall and keeping him from being able to reach more of his mouth.
"Uh uh," he said gently, "no moving, you can only make noises," he instructed, trailing his fingers from his wrists down his arms, across his armpits and down his sides, grinning when he remained still.
"You're cruel," he replied and Heru placed his palm flat on his chest, allowing the ice cold of death to radiate outwards and make him gasp. He didn't move.
"Good boy," he grinned, allowing the warm living energy to flood back out to chase the cold. He trailed his hand down to explore his cock, barely touching him. Wade stayed still, his breathing increasing slightly but he remained quiet, patient. Heru spent a good fifteen minutes creating goosebumps across his scarred skin with feather light touches, teasing him and applying just enough pressure to keep him nice and hard. He stuttered and gasped, his jaw clenched tightly and his hands clenched so tightly he heard a few bones break when he'd teased his ass, but he stayed still. It wouldn't be about doing something to cause pain, it didn't need to be, instead he wanted him to feel so good that it hurt. He was curious to know just how much Wade could take, how much teasing and sensation he could endure before he pleaded for release or if he would break the restraints to take it. He kissed him, maintaining a distance so that only his mouth was touching him, kissing him languidly. He savored the taste of his mouth, the feel of his teeth against his tongue and reluctantly pulled away, making a tiny whimper escape Wade that was worth it. He kissed down his neck, keeping his hands clasped behind his back as he forced himself to only touch him with his lips and tongue. He trailed kisses across his chest, spending several minutes finding out exactly what he needed to do to each nipple to make Wade whimper.
"Fuck," he growled and Heru heard another bone in his hand break.
"Hey now," he chided, tsking and pulling away completely, "I said no moving, that includes your hands. I don't wanna hear anymore bones snapping," he ordered and Wade groaned in frustration.
"This is cruel," he repeated and Heru snickered.
"You want me to stop?" he asked, the tip of his tongue barely touching his hardened nipple.
"Hell no," he admitted, shuddering.
"Good," he set back to work, his mouth travelling across his stomach, his tongue running across the muscles, following the lines of the scars. He knelt down and kissed across his hips, pressing feather light touches across his pelvis. He watched him as he ran the tip of his tongue up the length of his shaft, barely touching him and breathing cool air out.
"God dammit," Wade growled, his jaw clenching and unclenching. Heru grinned and continued the teasing action for several minutes, flicking his tongue across the tip to catch the beads of pre-cum as they appeared.
"Shit Heru," he whined, his voice cracking and his hips bucked. Heru pulled away completely, "noooo," he cried, "I'm sorry, I won't move again, I swear," he babbled pleadingly.
"There's consequences you know," he whispered, moving his mouth away from his painfully hard erection and instead kissing the surrounding skin, getting further away and kissing at his thighs. Wade let out a frustrated growl, "I know, you were doing so good and being so still and now," he let out a pained sigh, "we have to start over," he bit back a laugh at the noise of absolute horror he made.
"Fuck, you have way more patience than I've given you credit for," he admitted and Heru did laugh.
"Oh honey, you have no idea just how patient I can be," he got to his feet and ran a hand up his thigh and up his stomach, pulling at the life energy inside Wade to trail behind his touch, creating an indescribably warm, caramelized sensation across his skin. Wade's breath came out in a shuddering sigh.
"I have no idea what you're doing but that… that's incredible," he panted and Heru shifted the energy, pulling on the death energy instead and chasing the warmth with a startling contrast of ice, making him draw in a sharp breath.
"I'm just getting started, sugar," he said as he stepped back and allowed his vision to shift so that he was watching his soul and not his body. It was much larger than his physical form, a mass of colors threading inwards, time folding it and causing an almost explosive rippling. He reminded him of the way that the Crab Nebula from his reality had expanded over time. He allowed his own energy to reach out and touch it and was rewarded by another sharp intake of breath from Wade.
"Holy shit," he stammered and Heru knew he wasn't sure what was happening but the connection between body and soul was strong enough for it to create the most succulent of physical sensations. He stepped closer and brushed his fingers against both body and energy, momentarily losing himself in the absolute warmth in front of him. He knelt down again, allowing his mind to tease and tug at the soul in front of him while he flicked the end of his cock with his tongue. Wade whimpered, his body trembling even more. He pulled him into his mouth, providing only the feel of his mouth going up and down, keeping his tongue still as he brought the life energies into his mouth to wrap around him as well. He groaned loudly, his toes curling in as he refrained from moving.
"Good?" Heru asked, his mouth coming off with a small pop and he flicked his tongue out to catch the bit of pre-cum that dripped. Wade made an incoherent noise before managing to form words.
"Going to come soon," he said and Heru hastily pulled his soul back, ceasing his energy play, "noooo no no," Wade pleaded, "fuck!" he yelled, frustrated and Heru chuckled.
"Not yet baby," he placed kisses around the base of his cock, not ready to give him release. He continued to bring him to the edge only to remove all sensation when he grew too close for several more minutes. He was impressed when an hour had passed and he was still maintaining his control, funneling his frustration into a tirade of verbal complaints, pleas and nonsensical words.
"It hurts," Wade whimpered finally, his hips moving subtly in complaint and Heru wrapped his hand around his length at last. He could feel him pulsing against his hand, pre-cum running freely over his hand and he twitched in response.
"Do you want to come?" he asked, getting to his feet and for the first time since he'd started, leaned his entire body against Wade's and kissed the hollow of his jaw.
"Yes," he cried, nodding vigorously and Heru slowed his hand stokes and he almost felt bad at the strangled cry Wade made, "I can't, I can't anymore, please, fuck Heru let me come now or I'm going to fucking break these god damn fucking pipes," he growled and Heru slowly increased his pace.
"Ask me nicely," he whispered into his ear and he slumped against the wall, almost all of his weight on his wrists and making the pipes groan.
"Please," he hissed through clenched teeth, "please let me come," he begged and Heru kissed him heatedly, wrapping a hand around himself and Wade, using his pre-cum to provide moisture for himself as he stroked both of them.
"Wade…" he whispered, pulling his ear lobe between his lips, "you can come now," he told him and he let out a cry as he bucked against Heru, pressing into his hip and hand. His come shot out with enough force to reach Heru's chest and he closed his eyes, revelling in the feel of his heat and reaching his own climax. Wade was gasping for air, his entire body shaking violently as the waves of his orgasm swept over him, the rush of finally getting release. Heru hastily unhooked his wrists. He slowly lowered his arms for him and slid down to the floor with him. He climbed onto his lap and straddled his legs, he slowly untied the blindfold and removed it just as carefully, fully aware of how his senses were in overdrive and the light would likely not only be painful but far too disorienting. It took him several minutes to come down, his breathing coming in quick, sharp breaths and slowly stabilizing.
"That…" he gasped after a few minutes, "that was… what the hell was that?" he asked, finally managing to open his eyes and squint up at Heru.
"Good? I hope?" he smiled sheepishly, anxiety flaring up.
"No," he shook his head tiredly and he felt a wave of nausea, "no not good, it was excellent, magnificent, wonderful, incredible… not good," he clarified and Heru sighed with relief.
"Thank gods, for a minute there I was worried," he admitted. Playing with people's energy during sex had been something he'd discovered he could do shortly after becoming a reaper. It had been accidental and had actually been the first time he'd accidentally killed someone. Pull on their life energies too much and he'd end up consuming them. Push in too much death energy and well, dead. Over time, he'd learn how to control it just like everything else and he'd discovered there were thousands of ways to interact with the energy, some more fun than others.
"Seriously?" Wade snorted, "I would lift a hand to point out just how much I enjoyed it but apparently… I can't lift my arms," he looked down at his limbs as they hung limply from his sides and Heru snorted.
"Oops, you'll get feeling back in a few," he promised and ran a finger through the come on his chest, "I can tell your body enjoyed it," he sucked his finger clean, his insides fluttering at the way Wade's pupils dilated in response.
"I've been edged before but that was something new… What did you do?" he asked, leaning his head back against the wall.
Soul sex!
'Ugh, that's such a terrible term'
{Accurate though}
[I repeat, your power is not for sexual games.]
"Past likes to call it soul sex," he answered, mentally flipping Death off and getting to his feet, "I'm not the biggest fan of the term but I haven't found a more accurate one. The most accurate would be what humans try to achieve with sacred sex where they do certain meditations and shit to become aware of their souls and the energy flow before having intercourse," he explained and held out a hand to help him up.
July 16, 1998
517 W 135th St,
Harlem, New York City
6:48 AM
Wade
Wade flung his arm up, barely managing control over it as Heru helped him to his feet.
{Soul sex...heh I like that}
[I liked having it!]
"That's… well whatever the fuck it was, it was good," he managed, his knees were still shaking and he wobbled over to the couch.
Shit, I feel like I just got rimmed for the first time. He'd experienced a wide variety of sexual pleasures in the past, had been both a dom and a sub but had always preferred being a sub. He'd even reached sub space a few times but never had he ever experienced it to that extent where he actually felt like… he couldn't even put it into words. His body had recovered, the blood returned to his arms but he was still shaking and felt like jello. Soul sex was definitely an accurate term.
"You want something to eat?" Heru asked from the kitchen, going through the bags and actually putting things away. He thought about the ice cream and how it must be Reese's soup at that point.
"Uh, yea," his stomach growled and he leaned his head back and closed his eyes, sighing happily.
"Mkay," he brought over the stack of DVD's, left over Korean from the night before and both cartons of ice cream, frost clinging to their edges, "fixed the ice cream," he said handing him the Korean and opening the cookie dough carton, so cold little puffs of steam were rising from it.
"So for real," he opened the beef bulgogi, "what were you doing? I could tell that you weren't always physically touching me… but… what were you doing?" he asked, struggling to articulate what he wanted to know.
"I can manipulate life and death energies, just like I did in the park with the flowers, it's just… I can do it to your soul as well," he explained, sucking on a spoonful of ice cream.
"So you can actually see people's souls?" he asked, mildly horrified at the idea that Heru could see just how stained his soul was.
"All living things have souls and yea, I can see them all, kind of goes with the reaper gig," he chewed on a chunk of cookie dough. Wade stuffed his mouth with beef to give him a minute to process what he'd said, considering it carefully.
"So earlier with Bradley… what did his soul look like?" he asked curiously, "do souls look different or are they all just...blobs of energy?"
"They're all unique, except for soul twins which are really just one soul that's existing in two forms, super rare by the way," he answered, taking another spoonful, his brow knitting together thoughtfully, "Bradley's soul was dying and diseased, it was… unpleasant. It's hard to describe but definitely decayed in some spots, like black and slimy and just...rancid," he shuddered, "complete opposite of yours," he leaned over and stole a piece of beef from the container and ate it.
"Well that sounds gross," he remarked, not daring to ask about his own soul. Did he even want to know?
"It's hard to look at yours to be honest," he said quietly and Wade's fork froze on the way to his mouth, fear and shame trickling down his spine, "not because it's bad or anything!" he quickly said in a rush at seeing the look on his face, "the opposite really… it's stunning and so bright it's like looking straight into the sun, there are so many timelines and universes tied to you. It reminds me of a certain nebula that I sometimes watch," he said, his voice getting quieter as his sentence trailed off and Wade watched him curious but confused.
"My soul looks like a nebula? How high are you right now?" he teased and Heru laughed.
"No for real! It's really hard to describe what someone's soul looks like. I mean, the English language is pretty limited here so bear with me but I can show you if you want? A picture I mean," he leaned forward and fumbled to reach his cell phone on the coffee table. "I saved some of Nasa's photos and a timelapse video of it because it's honestly one of my favorite things to watch," he hastened to explain, "it's in the Taurus constellation in my reality, I don't think it exists here," he flipped his phone around and showed him the video, "I reaped the star and the supernova that resulted just… anyway, that's it over a fifteen year period," Wade took the phone and watched, a mixture of awe and confusion warring inside.
"This is…" it was the third time that night he'd been at a loss for words, a rare occurrence for him, "you… you think my soul looks like this?" he gaped, looking at him almost fearfully. How could that be possible?
"I mean, that's the closest approximation, it's far more complex and beautiful than that but humans have limited vision and can't see all the different spectrums so-" Wade cut him off, grabbing him and pulling him into a kiss. He couldn't express what he was feeling in words, that wasn't a skill he had, but he knew how to do it with his body. Heru moaned, his cookie dough flavoured mouth opening and pulling him in deeper. He pulled him into his lap with one hand, refusing to part their lips as he desperately tried to fill it with every emotion he felt until Heru pulled away, gasping. His eyes were completely black except for a hint of color sparking in their depths. Wade stared into them, they were so black and so deep.
"Heru," he whispered and realized he was shaking again.
[Don't say it]
{You should definitely say it}
"I know," he smiled weakly and stared back at him, "and I do too," he kissed him lightly and Wade sighed heavily, pressing his forward against Heru's and trying to steady his racing heart.
"So…" he said after a minute, "what do you wanna watch?" he asked, his voice hoarse and Heru pulled away and set the ice cream down to grab the stack of DVDs.
"Hmmm, how about… Pulp Fiction?" he asked, holding it up.
"Sure sweetums," he said and settled into the couch, putting his feet up on the coffee table while Heru messed around with the electronics. The F.B.I. warnings came up on the TV and Heru grabbed his ice cream and curled in beside Wade, offering him a bite as he hit Play Movie.