NOTE: This chapter is slightly graphic. Enjoy!

No-One But You (The Zephyr Endeavor)
 Chapter 93: End Game (Part 3)

…

For the longest time… Ezekiel Stane was afraid to reciprocate any feelings, or any of those intense emotions that seemed to just pour out of Wade Wilson's mind, body, and soul.

The mercenary's capacity to love and express his love for another person was suddenly being pushed in his direction, and that attention was something Ezekiel had never experienced before in his life.

It's safe to say experiencing someone like Wade Wilson was beyond overwhelming, but now he found himself walking straight toward it. He ached for the feel of it, for the feel of him, so…

Ezekiel said nothing when Wade slowly stood up right beside his smaller frame. The bigger man said something funny, like always, then he leaned toward Ezekiel and took ownership of his face.

He kissed the "quiet coyote" by his dining room table, and Ezekiel's mouth opened up to Wade's advance right away. His tongue felt big against his, and the feeling was becoming too familiar.

The kiss developed into something that felt almost hungry. They both were hungry for the contact, so the movement of it sped up as Wade moved Ezekiel back toward the table, just a couple steps.

He didn't mind some of his ammo rolling onto the floor. It's all good. The baby Jackal noticed something fell beside his leg, but his mind was way too distracted.

The table supported him as Wade pressed his weight more in his direction, then Ezekiel felt the ground disappear somewhere beneath his feet.

Wade picked him up, but the kiss between them didn't stop for shit. It only deepened as things progressed, and the mercenary focused on getting Ezekiel to open up, little by little… more and more… step by step.

Ezekiel couldn't stop kissing him, and he hugged his arms around Wade's neck to hold him in place. His mind ventured off to thoughts about what happened when he last saw him in person, and the things that were said out of pain and frustration.

Wade was focused on their kiss, and he was stuck on the thought of getting rid of Ezekiel's clothes.

He could have ripped his pants off his skin right then and there and fucked him senseless, but he didn't. The mercenary glanced at a wrist-watch that looked child-like, then he made a very unwanted decision.

They didn't have enough time to do anything that he had in mind, so Wade decided to put the bulk of his desires on hold.

That was fuckkkkinnnhhggg hard, and so was he. Ezekiel was still processing the power and energy going on with the person who placed himself between his legs, then Wade made things even harder by forcing their hips closer together.

He imagined himself fucking Ezekiel right there on that table, and the motions of imagining that followed suit. Fuhhhkkk the Jackal could feel Wade's lower half all hard and heavy up against his, and his eyes started getting lost in the expanse of Wade's chest.

Ezekiel couldn't breathe correctly when their lips finally broke apart, then he started helping himself to Wade's skin. He kissed and licked at the thick muscle in front of him, then his mouth stopped at the most sensitive part…

Wade asked him a filthy question. He asked if he could fuck him senseless, later, after all the "Stalker Council" shit was done and out of the way.

Truth be told, Ezekiel wanted to be fucked senseless right where he was, but the time constraints weren't going to allow it. They both knew his appearance, his mindset, and his overall condition would be picked over with a fine tooth comb, so they both had to settle for, less…

Wade didn't get a response at that point, so he told Ezekiel that his "daddy" had special plans for him later, and he asked if it was ok to talk that way. The mercenary got away with all the dirty sex talk when it was done over text, but now they were together in person, so Wade needed to be sure.

Ezekiel kept staring at Wade's stomach. His muscles were strong, solid, and his body was behaving as if they were already having sex…

A deep need to feel Wade's cock began to build up within his baby soul, and the Jackal started feeling dizzy over the whole thing. He pressed his face against Wade's chest once again, and he took in how pleasured he currently felt.

Even the smell of Wade's skin was doing something to his soul, so it was hard to break from his thoughts and speak.

He gave Wade a gentle nod, then he started chewing on his bottom lip. He wanted Wade to fuck him now and later on, and he didn't mind the way he spoke to him at all. Ezekiel fucking craved it, but the words refused to come out.

That happened a lot. The Jackal rarely spoke when they were intimate, and it seemed like his words were stuck in his throat.

He started talking a little bit and muttered out how it all felt after the mercenary started providing some oral sex. Wade did the honors first by pushing those normie looking pants halfway down Ezekiel's legs, then he topped it off by burying his face in the baby Jackal's lap.

That big tongue got to work on giving the quiet coyote some good friggen head, and a dizzy feeling washed up to Ezekiel's face straight away.

He almost fell off the table, twice, but Wade held him tight and kept that from happening.

Chapter: END

Thanks for reading.