No-One But You (The Mystic Consultant) - Part 2
Chapter 83: Game Boi (Part 3)

A sharp thought crossed Ezekiel's mind as he slept, so the Jackal sat up quickly. His sudden movement upward pulled Victor Strange out of his sleep as well, and the baby sorcerer gasped out pretty loudly.

He was a light sleeper, plus he was drunk as fuhhhkkk.. His baby brain was still rolling around in his head, and he tried to make sense of his surroundings. Victor didn't recognize the blanket and sheets around him at all. Hold up. Wait an effing minute. His eyes weren't really adjusting to the piercing blue light in the room either.

Wade Wilson lived in the slums of the Bronx, so the street light from outside his place was filling up the entire room Ezekiel and Victor were in. They weren't thinking clearly at all when they went back to Deadpool's home, so of course… they didn't close the curtains in his bedroom. Victor was piecing together his behavior, and he started looking over the lack of clothing that he had on his skin.

"OH… wow ..we..ok."

That's all he could say. Holy fuck yo. Victor covered his face with his hands, then he started scanning the room for Wade. The man of the house was, where? Victor recalled something, and his soul was about to explode.

"Uuhhhmahhh... I invited him to join us. Zeke, I remember saying that to him."

Victor quickly covered his mouth, because he was in DISBELIEFFFFF about his forward behavior. Nothing else was registering for him in that moment, and he gave Ezekiel Stane a pretty horrified look. I mean, they didn't hold back at all. Victor felt like they were just home alone, going at it. HOOOLlllyyy hell.

Ezekiel had a horrified look on his face as well, but it had nothing to do with what he was doing with Victor. The two of them slept for about an hour, tops. The Jackal looked at Wade's bedroom door, and his mind was scanning over the sea of messages that he had received throughout the evening.

The final message he received made him hunt around for his clothes. Ezekiel was deep in thought, and Victor began to take notice. The news the Jackal received was alarming, and pretty sobering. Victor watched him locate his clothes. He said he had to talk to Wade. What? WADE? OK? SO SOON? Victor was dreading it a little bit.

He rubbed the skin of his neck for a good while, then his baby eyes focused over toward that bedroom door.

"What's happening Zeke?"

Please talk to me. Victor was hella drunk, but he could clearly see that something was wrong. The Jackal looked like he was about to have a heart attack in that moment. He covered his skin with the clothing that was recklessly tossed around the room. He looked at Victor for a long while, then he asked him to get dressed. Being summoned in for a Surveillant Council review was very serious, and a nervous feeling broke through. It immediately dominated the Jackal's thoughts.

"Vic, two things are happening, and both of those things are very serious."

OK, well, they would handle it. Victor forced that thought through his sobering mind as he found his shirt and covered his chest. It wasn't as simple for him, and Victor needed more than a moment to pull himself together. The baby Strange tried fixing the front of his hair first, because that was always where his mind went when it came to his appearance.

Ezekiel could tell that Victor needed more time. He didn't intend to rush him at all, so the Jackal pulled him into a gentle kiss.

"Just stay in here. You can hear us. Wade's right outside the room."

WAIT, HE WAS WHERE? Hearing that did nothing for Victor's nerves. The baby Strange gave what he heard a reluctant nod. Ok ok, he was slowly adapting to what was happening. It all felt very "adapt or die" all of a sudden. Another kiss from Ezekiel helped his nerves a little, but that all went to shit when he watched him leave the room.

Ezekiel kept the door open, so Victor could hear all of it.

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"Wade."

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The mercenary had just fallen asleep, after doing everything he could to drown out all of the yummy sex noises that were taking place ten or so feet beside his head. Deadpool figured that it all amounted to some form of karma coming back to haunt him, because he was normally the one disturbing the peace with his sex-capades.

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"WADE."

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WHOA, YO. SHIT ON A STICKkkkkk, Wade sat up immediately, because Ezekiel's voice had a boom to it when the guy was freaking out. Wade touched his face a million times just to make sure it was still there. His skin felt yummy hot, so he forced himself to look down at his waist once again.

"Charles Xavier is calling for a Surveillant Council review, on me. My review happens in six hours, and you're required to attend."

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The current time in that moment was 3:02 a.m…

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Wade could barely open his eyes, but he heard what Ezekiel nervously explained to him. The mercenary looked over at his coffee table. His mind registered the cellphone, and Xavier's ignored phone call. Deadpool began to think some "review" might have been avoided if he answered that phone call, but….

"You'll be fine. How's VICTOR?"

Was the back of his throat doing ok? Wade dished out some heavy sarcasm when he responded, and the sarcasm was thickkkkk. Ugh. Wade tossed the tower of beach towels off of his body. He stood up, because he needed to take a piss, and it seemed like his bedroom was finally inhabitable. Ezekiel slowly swallowed when Wade Wilson stood up.

He watched him walk around his own space, then the merc disappeared into his own bedroom. His eyes shot directly in Victor's direction, and that baby Strange immediately dove down beneath the sheets. Hoo hooo… Wade had to smile. He shut the door to his own bathroom, and he released himself in the best of ways.

Ever heard the phrase, piss like a racehorse? Well, Wade had to piss... like a racehorse. Victor slowly popped his head up above the sheets. To his knowledge, the Surveillant Council consisted of Charles Xavier, Nick Fury, and his brother Stephen. Another familiar person was on that council, but Ezekiel didn't recognize the person at the time.

VICTOR came to know that the fourth person on the council was his sister Donna. Both of his siblings were part of the group that monitored Ezekiel's mind, body and soul. Victor's thoughts on that were cut short, because Wade opened the bathroom door. He opened the door wide, and his playful eyes locked onto Victor Strange once again.

Uhmmahh... The baby Strange didn't hide that time.. He stared right back at Wade, and his baby eyes paid special attention to what he was wearing. Or, well, he focused more on what he wasn't wearing, because the guy was only wearing some grey sweatpants.. His body was smoking hot, and he wasn't covering his face, so... Victor swallowed down his nerves as well.

"Charles Xavier has been trying to recruit me to be in his boyband for years, Ezekiel. So… don't sweat your pretty little head."

He knew the game, and Wade was sure that Ezekiel had the upper hand. Deadpool also didn't sweat the small stuff, or bald people. His eyes went in Ezekiel's direction, because the quiet coyote stepped in a little closer to the door. Then, Wade's sharp eyes focused in on the baby wizard supreme. Memories returned to Wade in that moment. They were noisy and sexy memories that he didn't technically ask for.

Victor's eyes seemed to be asking for a lot, so Wade finally decided to touch on the area of Ezekiel avoiding him. He wasn't avoiding him at all in that moment, in fact, the baby Jackal's eyes were looking in all the correct places too.

"Besides, what are we supposed to do about it at three in the morning? You and I could snuggle up together and talk about it. I'm down for that."

Oh, Wade was down for all of it. He just needed some crystal clear consent.

Chapter: END

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