No-One But You (The Zephyr Endeavor)
Chapter 91: End Game (Part 1)
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We're not against rap…
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We're not against rappers…
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But we are against those, thugs…
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Thugs…
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Thugs…
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It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone…
It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone…
It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone…
It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone…
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Wade Wilson did send Ezekiel Stane a "direct message" shortly after he was left outside Sister Margaret's, and it definitely wasn't ignored. The message he sent was just shy of being labeled "sexting," but whatever.
The mercenary didn't give a shit if the text he sent was considered "thirsty" by the masses, cuz he was thirsty for intimacy… 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.
He literally told Ezekiel that he was "thirsty" for him over text. It was an innuendo about doing something to him with his mouth, and the Jackal didn't seem to mind.
He responded to the message quickly, and they both agreed to address their "thirst" in person, before the meeting with the Surveillant Council.
Sexting wasn't as hard as it seemed, and the two of them kept it up for a few days. They both agreed they needed a "break" too, because way too much had been brought to the table all at once.
They touched on that subject as well, and Wade ALMOST brought up Ezekiel's Iron Maiden meets GAUNTLET looking mother-fucker of a math tutor via text.
The sexting between them was getting too good tho, and Wade didn't want to kill the vibe. He just had like, a trillion questions about what he walked into.. I mean?
Did Ezekiel not realize that he was in the guys, bedroom? There was a bed in there, and the vibe was very "hot for teacher"… if you catch the drift.
The mercenary wanted to talk about it and get a feel for what was really going on. Cuz men didn't just keep younger dudes around as an "apprentice," right? Was that really a thing?
They started diving back into the "daddy" stuff after a while too, and Wade was more than gleeful to read about that on his tiny screen. That sort of stuff made him happy, so get over it people…
Fuck, he wanted to hook up so bad. The vibes were hot, getting hotter everyday, and thoughts of hitting it hard wouldn't cease…
They friggen phone fucked for days, but Wade refused to bring some Doctor Cock-Sock Doom into the mix and ruin it.
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"The only role you've managed to fill is classified under the term gutter rat. You do Ezekiel no favors by being in his presence…"
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UGH. Wade was making himself a cup of coffee, listening to music, and responding to a message from Shiny when Doctor Doom's comment immediately killed his thought.
It had been days at that point, but Wade remembered feeling the epic burn from what was said. He unfortunately recalled being called a fucking GUTTER RAT, and he tried to let it go.
He turned his music up a bit louder, then he smiled wide when he read that Ezekiel was almost there. The days went by fast, and now they had some "Surveillant Council" bullshit to attend to. Charles Xavier finally had his "six days," or whatever.
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It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone…
It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone…
It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone…
It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone…
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Your feelin' the strength of the rumps…
Step up, hear the funk of the jump that the thugstas feel…
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Just be thuggin', straight buzzin', lovin' yo peoples 'cause we so real…
Chill, better bring yo weapon, when steppin'…
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Bring on that ammunition, trip and don't slip…
Not to mention, never knew no competition…
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But I gotta get mine, so scream out, mo', and let me hear ya holla…
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The music was loud, and Ezekiel took note of the peculiar lyrics he heard when he stepped up to Wade's front door. He felt at ease, caught up with his work, and well rested… but thoughts about their "texting" was on his mind as well.
The baby Jackal was a bit early. They had some time to talk and "catch up" before the meeting, so Ezekiel knocked… then he forgot how to breathe when he heard Wade's voice. The mercenary told him that the door was unlocked, so Ezekiel let himself in.
He felt… normal? Maybe? It all felt very pedestrian, and simple. He walked into Wade's home for the first time in a while, and he noticed right away that the space had changed.
It looked like Wade Wilson moved out, and someone else had randomly moved in. Everything seemed cleared out. The clutter was gone, and… it… looked.. clean… and …organized…
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"Hey there, Shiny."
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Wade was sitting by his dining room table and staring down at one of his guns. He was cleaning the gun that was always on his left hand side.
Pieces of his weapons were all over the table, and Ezekiel quietly swallowed down his thoughts as he stepped further into the space. The "quiet coyote" finally looked at Wade's face, and he completely forgot how to respond.
He always seemed at ease. Wade was very casual, and he was only wearing the lower half of his Deadpool costume.
They communicated with one another constantly, over text, remember? And … the baby Jackal felt flustered about it. He also noticed that Wade was still wearing the ring that symbolized their "engagement"…
Ezekiel glanced down at the ring on his own hand. He hadn't taken his off either, and the notion of that finally registered in his mind..
Wade turned his body around in Ezekiel's direction, then he slowly looked up at the real thing. He wasn't Rae-Ann, despite the whole… S.H.A.D.O.W. stuff.
He was wearing normie-looking clothes, and the mercenary also noticed that Ezekiel's face was looking rosy. He was more than flustered, so Wade stood up right beside him.
Compared to the infamous Deadpool, Ezekiel's frame could be considered petite. He was half his size on a good day, but that's the kinda thing Wade Wilson was into.
Ezekiel thought about some of the things he wrote, so he remained quiet as a mouse when Wade's body entered his sense of space.
His eyes slowly followed his arms, his chest, his face, his… everything, and his presence more than… took over.
Chapter: END
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