No-One But You (The Mystic Consultant) - Part 2
Chapter 81: Game Boi (Part 1)
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Here's how it all went down, after some devious behavior took place in Turkey town…
WongWilsonrevealed himself to be a sloppy drunk, and he was successfully escorted back to the creepy tall building out in Greenwich Village. Thanks to Victor Strange, they transported him to the Sanctum Sanctorum safely, and Wade even made sure to leave the man with a bucket to puke in, some water, and a weird little gift bag filled with goodies to sober him up.
The next set of adorable demands from the baby wizard were… interesting. Wade couldn't believe his sexy ears when the remaining members of the group didn't offer him some sort of goodbye. He figured the lovebirds would want to wrap it up and part ways, and head out to continue the pleasure-fest. No? Victor Strange actually said that he wanted to return to Wade's home, in the Bronx.
Really now? The mercenary was catching a drift that Ezekiel was obviously avoiding. The baby Jackal was fully loaded where he stood, and doing whatever he could to NOT look in Wade's general direction. He actually kept his face hidden against Victor's left shoulder, and those two would NOT stop touching each other for even a second.
Wade thought it was adorable, and given Ezekiel's history… he was glad to see the connection that he had going on with the baby Sorcerer Supreme. They truly were inseparable, but Wade could see a playful game brewing between the lines. He kept contemplating Victor's behavior. Hmmm… Going back to his crash pad was definitely an option, but the mercenary was also hunting to see a certain conformation from the person who barely said a word.
Wade was a bit more dismissive than normal when he welcomed Ezekiel and his wizard lover back into his home. He simply let Victor and Ezekiel borrow his room, and he didn't say anything else. As the happy couple took over the left half of his space, the merc peeled out of his suit, and he picked out something to wear from the pile of laundry that was accumulating beside his T.V.
Ahhh the T.V…
Wade found his fuzzy slippers before he relaxed on his own couch, in his own space, where he could process what was happening. In theory, he started thinking that the baby wizard wanted to see something devious. Oh, and clearly Victor also wanted to see something that was making Ezekiel very nervous. All of that intrigued the mercenary, but he had to put his feet up on that and let the evening just flow flow flow…
He put on an episode of the Golden Girls first, then he had to turn the volume up soon after the show got started. Victor Strange was officially GETTINNnnG IT, and that shit was bananas….
Wade couldn't believe what he was hearing in there. Those two were very in-tune with the sexy stuff. Wade was proud of them, impressed and super disappointed with himself for taking the high road in that moment. The impulse to pounce on the obvious and get laid in the process was becoming more and more of a thing in his head, but no…
No…
Oh no no no…
No. Not until he had crystal clear confirmation from the person who just popped some E….
Wade Wilson had to turn the volume up even louder. Dear Lord, have mercy. By the sounds he was hearing, the mercenary could kind of tell what was going on. Victor's voice was muffled up just a little bit. He kept talking all cute too, and Wade could tell that Ezekiel loved the attention. Can you blame him? That baby wizard worshipped him.
Fuhhhck… Wade looked down at his lap, then he looked over at his coffee table. His cellphone was ringing, and Deadpool knew exactly who it was. Because of the ringtone, it was clear that the one and only Charles Xavier was calling him. The mutant freak-shrink unfortunately had him on speed dial after Ezekiel Stane started crashing at his place. Wade was expecting a long and drawn out lecture about Ezekiel's current state, but fuck that.
That was a phone call he would never be answering. Ezekiel was underhis watchnow… so, peace bitch..
Deadpool was good with his methods, and he didn't care what Steve do-gooder Rogers, the Surveillant Council, S.H.I.E.L.D., X-Men, or any go-cart pushing psychic had to say about it. The man snuggled up beneath three towels after a while, then he kept his focus on his favorite television show.
His Golden Girls were chatting about chivalry, and about living in a swinging condo.
Chapter: END
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