No-One But You (The Zephyr Endeavor)
Chapter 27: (s)AINT (Part 7)
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Ever heard the term, "In vino veritas " before reading this epic story? Wade Wilson was pretty sure that you hadn't, and he was definitely sure Ezekiel Stane might have…
He thought that way cuz the young man in his bed was well educated, and very versed in all kinds of fancy languages. Well, spoiler alert, In vino veritas is a famous Latin phrase that means 'in wine, there is truth'…
And how true was that saying? Because Ezekiel confessed a thing or two that evening, and he spoke with a lot more honesty when he was drunk.
Those unfiltered confessions started shortly after Ezekiel changed back to his normal self. The illusory image of the martyr "Rae-Ann" evaporated from the person standing before Wade, and the mercenary felt as if some truth had finally emerged.
It began with a repeated thank you for what happened in Milwaukee. Another thank you was spoken to Wade about the formation of S.H.A.D.O.W., and Ezekiel mentioned something about appreciating his presence and protection.
Physical contact was established between them quickly as well, but Wade didn't know what to think of all the praise. He gave his word that he'd protect Ezekiel, and he meant it.
The mercenaries "soft spot" for the quiet coyote was expressed over and over, once he finally had Ezekiel all alone in his bedroom. Victor Strange wasn't there to pull their attention away from any suppressed feels, and the Jackal was acting all cute and nervous.
He spoke more when he was nervous too, and he said something interesting when they took a break from hooking up. Wade's ears perked up when Ezekiel told him he was "exceptional", and it all had something to do with Nebraska and the old man at a dive bar.
Wait. That dive bar karaoke fest in the beginning of the story actually meant something to Ezekiel Stane? Wade stared at his yummy milky skin, and he truly pondered what the baby Jackal was saying to him.
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"I think you're an exceptional person Wade. I've never met anyone like you."
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"Oh no no no no no, we're not going there Shiny, cuz according to your Stalker Council… I only came to get laid."
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To get laid, and then some. That's what was happening right then and there, but Wade's thirst for vengeance on the Surveillant Council suddenly dominated his response. He wasn't into being called "exceptional", and he definitely wasn't used to being complimented by anyone ever.
The mercenary failed to read the room or cherish the moment when he spoke out loud, like always, cuz Ezekiel went mute almost immediately.
Ezekiel slowly swallowed after Wade responded to what he said, then he began to think that he made an error in judgment. The sting of regret started seeping in, so the Jackal glanced down at Wade's arm. His face and chest felt even warmer than before, and…
UH. Shit sticks. Wade realized what he did, and he quickly cracked a hand over his own face. The damage was manageable, cuz, I mean… Ezekiel was obviously opening up to him. It also seemed like the baby Jackal didn't suppress anything for once, so Wade jumped in for some much needed damage control.
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"Whoa now, exceptional? That's the fanciest word I've ever heard. It's also very sophisticated, regal, and profound. Did you make it up?"
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Wade dished out a quick joke, cuz the mercenary wasn't expecting the compliment at all. He also caught on that he fucked up royally, so he had to fix the vibe.
He even moved around on the bed, and he playfully towered over that mute person below him. Ezekiel swallowed his response once again, and he looked up and over Wade's skin. It looked perfect, and unscathed. A thought about Tony Stark's technology crossed the Jackal's mind, but then the thought subsided.
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"Yeah Wade, I made it up."
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There. He responded, and Ezekiel felt uneasy about it. The drunken behavior, confessions, and expressions of gratitude were finally sinking in, so the young man felt a bit juvenile. His face was burning from all of the physical attention he was getting as well, and he couldn't take his eyes off of Wade's body.
Hmmm… the mercenary lowered himself a bit more toward Ezekiel's face. That merc kissed him a few times too, as he made himself at home again between his legs.
Wade didn't want the quiet coyote putting a muzzle on their conversation… or their devious behavior, so he made another move on him. Ezekiel watched his hands as he moved around, then he glanced up at that warm smile. Wade had a friendly face. He was handsome, distracting, and the man said something about losing track of the lube.
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"You know, you're a real cutie when you're drunk, and not as cutthroat as you epically portray."
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Oh, really now? Ezekiel heard Wade's talk, and he forced his eyes to follow his left hand. The mercenary gleefully located the discarded lubricant, and he quickly pumped some of it onto his greedy hand. The Jackal thought over his words for a bit longer, then…
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"You sure about that?"
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ACK. Wade's shoulders flinched upward, cuz a cold blade was suddenly shoved up beneath his chin. Hoo hooooooo… Ezekiel was always packing some sort of weapon, even tho the man was naked. The blade was housed within his arm, so Wade gave the Jackal a playful smile.
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"Ohhhh you gunna cut me up Shiny? I stand corrected, and fully aroused."
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A dopey laugh filled the space between them, and Ezekiel tried not to react to it. He also tried not to react to where Wade's greedy hands went. The mercenary used that moment to touch his body, and his own.
He wasn't having anything suppressed. Ezekiel wanted to feel it all, and…
The sharp blade migrated back into the palm of his hand just as the Jackal closed his eyes. He brought his lips up toward Wade's chin instead, then he started kissing his perfect skin.
But, there wasn't a trace of Stark tech anymore tho, so how? Ezekiel thought about that for a moment, then every thought slipped his busy mind. The Jackal only gasped outward, because that merc started spreading him open once again.
His face got even redder, because only Wade Wilson was allowed to do that. Ezekiel was in a relationship with Victor Strange, but he's never fucked him. It was always the other way around, and…
Wade was too good at prepping him open, and he wasn't known for being gentle. It took Ezekiel a long time to get used to the infamous Deadpool, but he did, and now the man above him was able to just bury himself inside the "quiet coyote" with ease.
Ezekiel was really stuck on Wade fucking him, and all the things that he said and did…. It all ranged from the snarky comments, to the look on that attractive face.
All of it was getting to him, and the notion of that was pretty overwhelming.
Maybe he was beginning to feel, obsessive? Addicted? Enslaved? Truthfully speaking, Ezekiel didn't know how to describe how he felt at all, and labeling everything made it complicated.
So, Tony Stark was right on some level… cuz the White Jackal didn't want to know about any of it.
Chapter: END
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