(A/N: One more chapter to go! This one is ten pages long.)
Ivy watched the landscape roll by as she sat in the passenger seat of an SUV. She looked like a regular person today, wearing a pencil skirt and button up; she had no fancy disguise to follow Deadpool. She was just straight up going to his home and knocking on the door.
The young agent had questions that needed answers and she was going to get them. She had spent all night reading Wilson's file over and over again, trying to find something that she had missed; but the file made no mention of cancer or any other disease.
Peterson pulled up to the crumbling apartment building and parked across the street. Ivy adjusted the sunglasses on her face and got out of the car, clacking her way to Wilson's door. She knocked twice, an all business knock, short and with no rhythm. She waited, her arms crossed in front of her and when the door opened, Old Althea answered.
The old blind woman sniffed the air around Ivy and raised an eyebrow. "You're back?"
The young woman took off her sunglasses. "Hello Ms. Althea." She greeted before asking, "May I come in?"
"Sure kid." Althea nodded, turning around and letting Ivy in. The young agent closed the door behind her and watched with furrowed brows as the elder found her way to a lounger next to a disassembled cabinet.
"Hiya Vee!" Deadpool greeted as he walked into the living area.
Instead of a greeting, the agent turned to the mercenary beside her and whispered, "Why do you make her build furniture all day?"
Wade shrugged as he made his way to his back to his bedroom, "It's how she pays rent."
"There are so many questions…" Ivy muttered, following him into his room. The bedroom looked exactly how she left it last; the smell of teenage boy evident throughout. Instead of sitting down in the filthy room, Ivy leaned against his weapons table.
"So," The mercenary chimed, plopping on his bed and putting his elbows on his knees. "What can I do for ya, Vee?"
The copperette cleared her throat and crossed her arms, her eyebrow twitching nervously. "I wanted to ask you some questions...about your illness."
"Eh, heh." Deadpool uttered, rubbing the back of his neck. "They didn't tell you?"
"No." Ivy shook her head, pausing and trying to find the words, "Is it...are you…"
"It's gone, technically. As gone as cancer can get." Wade answered, in a rare serious moment.
The curly-haired woman nodded and uncrossed her arms, biting her lip. "Where was it?"
"Name a place." The mercenary replied dryly and Ivy's eyes looked at him with pity. Wade chuckled, shaking his head. "Aw, don't cry." He teased, trying to bring the playful air between them back.
The hazel woman was about to snap at him, but she caught herself, instead taking a deep breath. "Maria said…" She stopped herself and pursed her lips. "My boss said that you were in an experimental program that was used to create mutants..." She crossed her arms again, very tense. "But they didn't tell me….did they say they were going to cure your cancer? Is that why you volunteered?" Wade didn't answer, instead looking away from her.
"All this time I resented the fact that people like you would go and try to become mutants. Try to get what I have... But you were sick, you thought they would help you…" Ivy blinked her tears away and made a move to get closer to the mercenary, "Oh, Wade…"
"Come on, sweetcheeks!" The spandex-clad man exclaimed, his mask spreading over his face in a grin. "Vee you're supposed to snap at me and insult me. Then call me Wilson in that high pitched squeal you do when you're annoyed." He leaned toward her and lowered his voice mockingly, "All this crying is making my dick soft."
Ivy's tear-filled eyes widened and her brow furrowed. "You're disgusting." She breathed out, rolling her eyes. "I'm pouring my heart out to you and all you can think about is fucking? U-unbelievable." She finished, biting her lip to keep from laughing.
"Welcome back, Agent Black." Wade sung with a smile, he stood up from the bed and walked up to Ivy, standing in front of her. "So you are a mutant after all."
"S.H.I.E.L.D. calls us 'enhanced'." The agent explained, wiping her eyes. "But yeah. I'm a mutant. Half and half actually, the gene was just dormant in my mother." Ivy looked up at the mercenary to see him gazing at her in a different way than usual. "What?" She grunted, her eyebrow twitching.
"Nothing." The masked merc chimed, his hands up in surrender. "I just got why you hate me so much."
Ivy groaned and walked away from the tall man, inspecting his room. She walked over to his window and looked out it, spotting the roof she was on less than two days ago. "I don't hate you, Wilson."
"You don't anymore, but you did." His voice sounded from a distance away from her. Ivy just kept looking out the window, so Wade continued, "You thought I was just some idiot who wanted super powers, powers that you resented having because your parents thought you were a-"
"Please shut up." The young agent muttered, clenching her jaw.
Wade's voice got closer to her, "Not to mention the fact that you have another dangerous power, one that you thought I wouldn't notice when you used it in the bar." Ivy spun around to see that Wade was standing behind her. "I talked to the guy that you used it on; He said that it felt like all his energy was draining out of him. Care to tell me how that works and why you didn't use it on me?"
"I.." The copperette cleared her throat and looked down at her feet. "It drains the energy out of the affectees cells. It's like a parasite. If I had held on longer than he would have died." She exhaled deeply and looked up at Wade. "It doesn't work on you because you can regenerate; your cells would have healed themselves before I could kill you." She finished her explanation then furrowed her brows, "How did you-"
"I'm way smarter than you think I am, Vee." Wade smirked, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Obviously." The young agent breathed out, squinting her eyes and trying to see beyond the red and black mask. " You were always a step ahead of me...How?"
"As soon as you left my apartment I tailed your car." Wilson shrugged, like it was no big deal. "I got your room number and set up surveillance while you were in the bathtub. Then I called you to make sure I could hear you from the microphone."
Ivy shook her head incredulously, running a hazel hand through her hair. "You sent me a picture from your bed; How could you have done that from my hotel room?"
"Elementary my dear Vee!" Deadpool exclaimed with a grin, "I took the pictures earlier in the day; you underestimate how often I jack off."
"Who else did you send them to?" The young agent muttered angrily, before catching herself when Wade's mask stretched tighter across his face. "I mean, what about the club, the bar, the roof? How could you have known I was there?"
"Like I said," Wade leaned down, getting in Ivy's face. "I am way smarter than you think I am, Ivy Black." The mercenary breathed out and Ivy's eyebrow jumped up.
She licked her lips then took her bottom lip between her teeth. "Well Mr. Pool, I'll be out of you hair tomorrow."
"I don't have hair." The mercenary rasped in retort and Ivy bit her tongue to keep from laughing. He took a curly, copper tendril around his finger and twirled it, "Why is that, gorgeous?"
"I only had a week to recruit you and as of…" She checked her watchless wrist, "Three o'clock tomorrow, it has been a week and I am empty handed." She finished with an exaggerated solemn look, looking up at Wade with her big brown eyes.
Wade groaned, pushing Ivy against the window. "Please be saying what I think you're saying."
The curly-haired woman smirked as the mercenaries spandexed-hands wrapped around her waist. "Not so fast, ladybug." Ivy interjected, pushing him away from her with her finger. "I'm not fucking you on a semen-covered, twin mattress." She stepped away from him and picked up her hat and glasses. "Meet me in my hotel room at nine. Not a minute before or after." The copperette slid her glasses on her face, "Then you'll see what I mean." She purred, winking before sliding her glasses to cover her eyes. "Bye Ms. Althea!" The copperette then called, sauntering out the apartment. She got in the SUV and told Peterson nothing about the conversation she just had with her recruit.
Now that she knew some of Wade's background, she felt terrible. She had consistently treated the mask anti-hero like shit. She didn't even try to understand what he went through to get the way he is. She just judged him, like the way people used to judge her.
Agent Peterson pulled up to the hotel and Ivy thanked him, getting out of the car. She silently walked up to her room, her mind still distracted. When she finally made it into the safety of her hotel room; she got to work.
Kicking off her shoes, Ivy tiptoed through the suite, silently looking for the camera that was planted there. The copperette huffed in exasperation when she couldn't find the device. She sat on the bed and picked at her fingernail polish, scoffing. Feeling distraught, she got up from the bed and closed her curtains before catching sight of a blinking red light from the room's smoke detector.
Pushing a chair under the device, Ivy climbed up and examined it, seeing a faint black lense in the fire alarm. Smirking, she ripped the fire alarm from the ceiling, practically dancing in delight when the alarm did not go off. She held it up to her face and smiled, "Nice try Wade." She chimed a before getting off the chair and using the butt of her gun to break the camera.
Now that she was sure she wasn't being watched, Ivy sprang into action. She ran herself a bath of vanilla and rose scented fragrances and soaked in the water, sighing in relief. When she was clean, the copperette broke out her razor and meticulously shaved her legs, making them baby smooth. She got out of the tub and drained the water, drying herself off. The copperette then lotioned herself up, not leaving a piece of skin untouched. After her teeth were thoroughly brushed, she rolled her hair up in huge curlers, wanting a blown out look. The agent walked out of her bathroom and into her suite, going through her suitcase.
Ivy matched a pair of black, lace panties and a deep rouge bralette, smirking at her choice of colors. She wrapped a satin kimono robe around herself and picked up the suite's phone, ordering a bottle of wine and some chocolate covered strawberries. The agent was going all out.
She returned to the bathroom and took the curlers out her hair, fluffing her style in the mirror. The copperette lined her lips in her signature red lipstick, winking at herself in the mirror. She walked back into her suite and planted a few things under the mattress and in the nightstand; just in case things got a little heated. She dimmed the lights, only having a few of them on for ambience.
A knock sounded at the door and she looked through the peephole to see that it was room service. She opened the door with a smile and the busboy rolled a table into her suite. The agent tipped the man handsomely and closed the door behind him. She checked her watch, seeing that is was 8:58.
"Alright Ivy," She muttered to herself, adjusting her breasts in her bra, "Showtime." Two minutes later, at 9:00 on the dot, another knock sounded at Ivy's door.
The copperette took a deep breath and made the sign of the cross before opening her suite door and leaning against it. "Wilson." She deadpanned, and the mercenary's mask spread over his face in a grin.
"Vee." Wade nodded, before bringing a hand from behind his back, revealing flowers.
They were dead roses; literal dead roses with crusty petals. 'Be nice.' Ivy chanted in her head, managing a smile as she took the decrepit plants. "Come in, Wilson." She insisted, opening the door wider.
Deadpool walked past her and hummed, examining the room. "It's so nice to not see it through a computer screen!" He chatted, before catching a glimpse of the wine and strawberries. "Oooh," He cooed, walking over to the table, "You're tryna seduce me aren't cha?"
Ivy threw the dead roses in a random corner of the room and walked over to the mercenary, smiling prettily. "You are so smart, Wilson. I can't get anything past you." She purred, pushing Wade to sit on the couch.
"Oh ho ho." The spandexed-man chuckled, putting his hands behind his head. "You going to dance for me, Vee?"
"Not on your life." The copperette replied, sitting on his lap. She put her hands on his shoulders and slowly, oh so slowly, began to grind on his bulge. He groaned in response and his hands quickly went to her ass, pressing him tighter against her. Ivy put her mouth right next to his ear and breathed, "I have some things planned for you, Mister Wilson." Deadpool shivered and moved his hands to remove her robe. The agent stopped the motion, instead lacing her hands with his. "Un uh. Not yet." She whispered, smirking. She then got off of him and motioned to the bed, "Lay on the bed, Pool."
Wade hurried and obeyed her, without even needing a push from the agent's power. He rested his head on the pillows and put his hands behind his head once more. Ivy rolled the food table over to the bed and stood in front of it, smiling seductively with her hands on her hips. "Don't move." She ordered and the anti-hero froze. She chuckled breathily and took out the ties she hid under the mattress. She stretched out the ties in her hands and smirked, first tying Wade's feet the bed posts.
"God gorgeous, you're killing me." Wade articulated through strained lips. Ivy cackled loudly and straddled the spandexed man, her breasts in his face as she handcuffed his hands to two separate posts on the headboard.
"Consider this," Ivy muttered, slowly removing her robe. "A white flag." Wilson let out a strangled garble, the agent feeling his stomach tighten below her. "Move." She ordered and Wade exhaled shakily.
"Not my colors, Vee." Wilson groaned, lifting his hips to try and meet hers.
The copperette shook her head and placed a hand on his chest, pushing him back on the bed. "Be a good boy for me, Wilson." She cooed, before muttering to herself. "Don't freak out." She began to reach under his shirt and he started to fight against the bindings, realizing what she was doing.
"Okay Vee, wait a minute." Deadpool called, but Ivy didn't listen. "Seriously, Ivy stop."
"Relax." The copperette cooed in reply, but she was almost thrown off the bed by the movement of Wade's body. "Damn it Wilson! Stop moving." She demanded and he froze.
"WAIT. Just wait a fucking minu-" The mercenary protested once more, just as Ivy finally lifted his spandex shirt.
"Oh Wade…" The young woman mumbled, for underneath Wade's suit was scarred, pink skin. Her eyes scanned over his skin and she bit her lip, pulling his pants over his hips. She looked up at Wade with wide eyes and reached for his mask, slowly pulling it over his face. Deep brown eyes mirroring her own stared back at her blankly. Every inch of Wade was scarred, even his face.
Ivy leaned back, still straddling his waist. She took a deep breath and Wade prepared for her reaction. "I've seen worse."
The mercenary snorted and he would have rolled his eyes if he could move. "No you haven't."
"You've obviously never sucked uncircumsized dick in an alleyway for an ounce of cocaine." Ivy stated, crossing her arms over her scantily-clad chest.
Wade's eyes looked away for a second, before staring back at Ivy, "...I have not." He acquiesced, wishing he could smirk at her.
The copperette grinned widely before grabbing a knife from the nightstand. "Do you have another suit? Because this next activity requires you to be nude." She raised an eyebrow, flipping the knife between her fingers.
"You'll owe me tailoring money, missy!" Wade responded, his inhibitions on the back burner.
"Shut up, Wade." Ivy chimed, cutting the rest of the suit off of him and removing his gloves and boots. He was now completely naked under her, and the copperette trailed her finger down his stomach. "Very impressive, I must say. The suit does you no justice." The agent informed him with a smirk. Wade tried to speak, but no words came out, his body citing the early command she had made.
Ivy reached over to the food table and grabbed a strawberry, licking the tip of it teasingly. She got a groan in reply and she chuckled, "We're going to have some fun~" She sung lowly, before dragging the strawberry down his chest. The warmth of her mouth made the chocolate soften and it left a sweet trail in its wake. The copperette bent down and looked up at Wade through her lashes and trailed her tongue down his torso. The mercenary's stomach muscles tightened under her and he let out a low whimper. Ivy held the strawberry up to his lips, "Bite, Wilson."
Deadpool obeyed, taking a small bite of the fruit. Ivy ate the rest of it and put the top back on the plate. "You know," The young woman started, a mocking hand on her chin, "You look great like this, Wilson. Not talking and all. Makes you seem stoic and interesting." She let out a little laugh when he narrowed his eyes. "If I untie you will you be good?" She asked with childishly wide eyes and a pout. Of course, the mercenary couldn't answer, so he grunted instead. "Okay, okay." Ivy laughed, as she undid the bindings on his legs. "I hear ya." She snickered at herself, undoing his hands. Wade still laid on the bed unmoving, though his prick was hard as a rock and curled towards his belly.
Ivy stared at him with a smirk, her eyebrow twitching in delight. She licked her lips at him, ordering out, "Speak."
"You are so fucking lucky I can't move right now, Vee!" The nude man swore, "I am going to fold you in fucking half and fuck you until you see stars. You're going to be shaking when I'm done! I swear to-" The bald man's voice caught in his throat as Ivy licked a strip from his balls to the head of his penis.
"Oh please," She purred, smirking up at him, "I doubt it, bitch."
Deadpool exhaled deeply through his nose and he chuckled lowly. "You're going to get it."
"Hmm?" Ivy tilted her head up, pressing her full lips against his dick once again. "Did I struck a nerve?" She let the question hang in the air and she mumbled against him. "Bitch." She uttered, placing a kiss on his prick's head. "Bitch." She said again, kissing him on his scarred abdomen. "Bitch." She mumbled, kissing his chest. The copperette woman looked deep into her adversary's eyes and flicked her tongue against his chapped lips. "Beh...it...ch.." She leaned back and laughed, a full cackle from her belly and whispered, "Move."
In an instant, Ivy was on back with her hands pinned above her head. She smirked wolfishly as the mercenary glowered down at her, fire in his brown eyes. "Now Vee," The bald man cooed raspily, pinning the hazel-skinned woman against the mattress. "What am I going to do with you?"
"Fuck me I hope." Ivy replied smartly, smirking.
Wade chuckled and nuzzled his face into her neck, his hand yanking her bra down. "I really really really want to fuck you as fast and hard as a bad girl like you deserves but I can't do that because you, being the manipulative little shit you are, told me I couldn't hurt you." He trailed his lips down to chest and nipped on her nipple, making Ivy gasp. "Say those magic words, princess." The copperette bit her lip in response and shook her head. "Little shit." Wade muttered with a laugh, completely tearing her bra off of her. "Cute little tits, though." He nodded towards her chest, running his large, calloused hand over them.
The mercenary leaned back and rubbed his hands over her smooth legs, groaning at the feeling of them. He felt between her legs and gasped mocking, "Is all that for me, Agent Black? You're so dirty, taking advantage of a young recruit like this." He pulled her panties down her legs and raised them to his nose, taking a deep breath. "Oh wow," He breathed out, sniffing them again. "I'm keeping these."
"That's disgusting." Ivy grimaced, before biting her lip, "And a little arousing…"
"Say the magic words~" Wade sung in response, dropping the panties on the bed. He let go of her wrists and placed his head between her thighs, getting a strong hold of them. "Don't scream okay, I don't want a noise complaint." He cockily said and Ivy rolled her eyes.
"Shut u-" The young agent couldn't finish her insult because her breath was taken from her as Wade ran his tongue up the length of her vulva, in the similar way she did to his dick. She felt the tip of his tongue circle around her clit, before he pressed his tongue against the nub. "Jesus Christ!" She whined, trying to close her legs.
"Nah," The mercenary muttered against her, "Just Wade. You taste like you smell. Can I make an ice cream from your pussy because I-" The chatty Cathy was interrupted by Ivy shoving his face back in between her legs. "'mkay, 'mkay." He babbled into her folds, making the girl shiver. He inserted two fingers into her and curled them, finding that spongy spot within Ivy like he's been there before.
"Oh my God, Wade!" Ivy screamed between clenched teeth before whimpering. Wade laughed and pulled back from her cunt, spitting on it lewdly, then returning to her clit. "Who are you?" The copperette called out incredulously, twisting and turning on the mattress.
"My friends call me Pool," Wade retorted with a grin, "But you can call me daddy." He pulled his fingers out of her and chuckled at her whine. "I know, I know. But I gotta a bigger treat for ya, Vee." He grinned wolfishly and yanked the woman's body down to his, spreading her legs wide. The scarred man placed his head at the agent's entrance, slowly pushing into her.
"I think…" Ivy muttered, feeling Wade in her abdomen, "I see heaven's light."
Wade nodded in agreement, looking down at her with fond eyes. "Your pussy feels like a christmas sweater made of the finest wool." He started to move agonizingly slowly, filling Ivy up.
"For the love of God," The copperette called, glaring up at Wade. "Move." She finished with a whine, though in her haze she didn't tilt her words.
"Nope." Wade replied, smirking cockily. Ivy's hands reached for him but he pressed them to the bed. "Nope." The agent whined once more and pouted, her plump lip jutting out. The bald man bent down and took her bottom lip in his mouth, sucking on it greedily as he slowly rolled his hips.
"Okay," Ivy sobbed, "Okay, hurt me. Choke me. Smack my ass and pull my hair! Just fuck me, please!"
"All you had to say." Wade grunted, bending Ivy in half and ramming into her. She let out a strained gasp as one of his hands went to her throat, restricting her intake of air. She covered his scarred hand with her hazelnut one and made him squeeze harder, loving the feeling of being light headed. Her other hand scratched her nails down her lover's chest, making the scarred man groan.
Wade reached a hand behind her and yanked her, now curly, hair in retaliation. Ivy's head yanked back and the mercenary leaned over her, a hand at her throat and a hand in her hair. "You like the way I fill you up, Vee? Your tight little pussy wrapped around me?" He rasped, right above Ivy's face.
"I hate you so much." The copperette muttered back with tears in her eyes. She cried out once more as she felt herself tightening around him.
"You're talking a lot of shit for someone who's about to cum for me." Wade got a glare in return and he laughed, taking the hand from around her throat and rubbing her clit.
"Son of a-!" Ivy didn't finish her thought as her eyes fluttered closed and her mouth fell open. Tears ran down her cheeks as she whined, her back arching off the bed. Wade laughed and kissed her open mouth, shoving his tongue into it like he did her pussy prior. The copperette moaned once more and opened her legs wider, running her nails down his back.
"Wanna see a magic trick?" Wade grinned before leaning back on the bed and making Ivy straddle him in a new position. The hazel-skinned woman, placed her hands on his chest and smirked.
"Well now you've done it." Ivy chimed, raising her hips all the way up until he almost fell out of her, then she slammed down on him.
"Shit!" The scarred man rasped out, his hands going to her hips. Ivy repeated the action, rolling her pelvis against him. She leaned forward and pushed her breasts in his face; Wade leaned up and nipped at them, smacking her ass as he did so.
Ivy threw her head back as he spanked her and placed a hand on his scarred head, pressing him closer to her chest. Feeling him roll her nipple between his teeth, she shuddered her hips stuttering. Wade retorted by thrusting up into Ivy, making her whine.
"Wade…" She cooed, pushing against him as he thrusted into her. The utterance of his name made the mercenary grip Ivy's hips tighter and the copperette smirked in realization. "Wade…" She called again, bending completely so her body could rub against his.
The feeling of her soft skin against his rough skin made him shiver. Wade gripped Ivy's ass and held her up as he fucked her. "Don't...fucking...move." He rasped, his eyes on hers. "Don't...you...fucking...move...Eye…" He stammered hitting a deep spot in the woman above him, "Vee…" He clenched his jaw and exhaled through his nose as he began to cum, one of his hands going to Ivy's neck and pulling her head to him. He pressed his lips to hers, his hips starting to stutter. With one final thrust and a smack on Ivy's bum, the two were exhausted.
The young hazel-skinned woman laid on the scarred man's chest, breathing heavily. "Not bad, Wilson." She muttered breathlessly, her eyes fluttering closed.
"Eh," Wade muttered back, "It was alright." He finished with a smirk, adjusting his hips as he realized he was still in her.
"You're alright." Ivy insulted, or so she thought, sleepily.
"I'm spectacular." The mercenary responded, running a hand over Ivy's soft back. It seemed like he couldn't get enough of the feeling of her skin; it was such a contrast from his. Plus he thought it looked creamy, like a milkyway bar.
"Your mama's spectacular." She mumbled back, snickering tiredly at her joke.
"Go to sleep, Vee." Wade chimed, staring at the ceiling. It was quiet for a moment in the hotel suite, and the merc thought that Ivy had fallen asleep, but just as his eyes began to flutter closed he heard a faint voice.
"Don't leave."