[General advisories - violence, swearing, sexual content. Rated - Explicit]
[Chapter advisories - so much smut...enjoy!]
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“Lay down and be quiet,” I said. I was with Cable in a guest room at the school. His place was too far and during missions he preferred to stay close by.
He was laying face down on the bed with his clothes off, save for his underwear. I quickly changed as Colossus helped him undress from his blood soiled clothes. A shapely ass in black cotton faced me and all I could think about was reaching out for it. But he was in such a vulnerable state that I decided to look away and concentrate on the bullet wound.
“Will you just take it out?”
I sighed and sat at the bed with a small stool beside me; on the stool were bandages, towels, a disinfectant, and tweezers. I began my work and for the most part he was quiet, barely moving. I imagined what amounts of pain he must have gone through to be so stoic during a bullet removal. I cleaned his thigh and wrapped a bandage around the wound. When I was finished I cleaned up the area with a towel and went to wash my hands.
When I returned he was sitting up, giving me a full view of his broad chest made up of both flesh and metal. He stared at me, standing at the doorway. I shut the door and walked inside, slowly, as if I were a lioness stalking a gazelle. And yet, as it was always the case with him, I wondered who was stalking who.
I sat beside him and looked at the cords of metal on his body that went down his muscled tan chest to his abdomen. I gazed below his abdominal muscles and at the brim of his underwear.
“I’ve got human parts down there, if that’s what you were wondering,” he said, with the slightest smirk. I saw the twinkle of a younger man in his eyes then, one that was not so jaded. One that was less cautious. “The metal goes down to my ribs to support the arm.” He lifted his metal arm and I reached out to it, a question in my eyes.
He nodded once and I took my chance. I touched the tips of his fingers, the cool metal was not as rough as I had expected. He bent his fingers and startled me, garnering a rare smile from his lips. I ran my fingers up the metallic cords in his arms and shifted slightly closer to observe the plates on his shoulder. I could feel his breath on my forehead, it was so warm, but I did not let myself be distracted lest I go too far. I stayed within my sphere of control and just ran my fingers lightly over the metal on his shoulder blade, and down his pectoral. I felt a ghostly touch, from his human hand, graze my lower back. I looked up at him and he gazed at me, the twinkle of curiosity still in his eyes, mixed with something else I could not recognize.
“Thank you,” he said, his voice a husky whisper. His hand was hot on my back. Being so close to him made me dizzy.
I looked down and placed my hands on his chest, one on the metal and one on the flesh. “You saved my life, more than once. I should be thanking you.” I flashed him a smile and heard the quietest hiss from his throat.
His hand ran up my back and to my neck. I could not help but lean into his firm grasp, which caused my chest to brush against his. I was not wearing a bra and my nipples hardened beneath my oversized t-shirt. Cable’s eyes left my face to gaze at my chest and he sucked in a breath. “Nina, what do you want?” His hand became firm behind my neck and gently pulled my face closer to his. His metal arm gripped my exposed thigh as my t-shirt rode up.
“I...I want…” I said as his face was merely an inch from mine. I smelled the warm musk emanating from his body and could not form proper words. His essence had entirely taken me over.
He pulled my face down and our lips crashed together. The warmth of his skin sizzled against mine as I moved my lips against his. It was rough, it was tender, it teetered between both. I pried apart his closed mouth with my tongue and once it clashed with his, a low sound escaped his lips. His hands now urged me to change positions. I lifted myself, never leaving his lips, and straddled him on the bed. My hands were around his neck and I had never felt so heated in my life.
I leaned back and slipped off my shirt, revealing my naked body and his eyes widened in both surprise and a hint of reluctance. Once I licked my lips and rocked my pelvis against his hardening form, all of his reluctance fled. There was a man behind the rough exterior that crashed out of the hard shell and grabbed my body with such force that I gasped. His mouth clamped down on my right nipple, while his human hand played with the left. I moaned and grinded against his hardness to which he only sucked harder.
“Cable…” I sighed and grazed the back of his head with my hands, tugging on his hair.
He pulled back and looked at me with hungry eyes. Nobody had ever looked at me with such a hunger. That was when I knew that I was the gazelle and would gladly be eaten alive.
“Are you sure?” he said.
I pushed him down and rubbed against his hardness once more, a soft moan escaping my lips. “I need it so bad.”
Something in him changed then. As if all that he had been holding back since we first met had vanished. He flipped me over and though he winced slightly from the pain in his leg he pushed me down the bed and spread my legs apart. I was completely exposed to him. He supported himself on the metal arm which was next to my head as he leaned down to kiss me. His human hand wandered from my cheek, to my neck in gentle swirls. He massaged my breasts so lusciously that I squirmed underneath him and moaned when his hand left. His hand went down my stomach, squeezed my love handles gently and then cupped my ass. He rubbed his erection against my core and squeezed me hard. I lifted my hips to meet him and the feeling almost pushed me to the edge. He took his hand away from my ass and slid a finger up my slit, from the base to my clit. I moaned as my sleek wetness caused a smooth pressure as he ran his fingers up and down. He continued this a few times until I thrashed impatiently. He actually chuckled at this and looked at me with soft eyes.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he said, circling my entrance with his fingers and then inserting two in.
The surprise made me gasp in pleasure. He pumped his fingers in and out while massaging my clit with his thumb. His lips moved against mine as I moaned through his mouth. He drove his tongue down my throat and all I wanted was to be completely and utterly penetrated. He moved his thumb faster, and my moans became more urgent. The orgasm hit me before I knew it and I pulled his hard body down onto me, wanting to feel every part of him as waves of pleasure coursed through me.
“Did you like that?” His voice was breathy in my ear.
“Yes... And I want more.” My fingers grazed the band of his underwear. I moved my hands over his back; the metallic cords intertwining down his spine. Then I moved down and cupped the beautiful rear that was tempting me from the beginning. I pulled him down against my core so that his raging erection would rub against me once more. He groaned and gazed at me.
“You’re a goddamn firecracker,” he said, brushing my hair from my face with a tenderness that I did not expect. “I tried so hard, to stop thinking about you, stop watching your every move, stop dreaming about you.”
I moved my hands up to grip his face, my thumbs caressing the wrinkles and scars. “I feel it too, and I couldn’t resist. I want you, Cable.”
“Nathan, call me Nathan,” he said, his gaze boring into mine.
I smiled softly. “I want you, Nathan.”
At that he kissed me so deeply that I forgot all else for the moment and could only feel his lips against mine. His hot tongue reached into my soul. I pushed down his underwear and gripped his thick cock in my hand. He groaned when I stroked its length, moisture beaded at the tip and rubbed against my stomach.
He then gripped his erection and positioned the tip against my entrance, and looked at me. I gripped his shoulders nodding eagerly and bit my lip. He smiled as he pushed into me, seeing my reaction. I winced slightly at his size but as he gently eased himself in, slowly rocking back and forth, my body began to break into a heated sweat.
“Yes,” I said, moaning and widening my legs to take in all his length.
I put my hands up against the headboard and held onto the wooden slats as he penetrated me with his rock hard erection. Every thrust shook the bed as he entered me. He pinched my nipples with his fingers. I moaned and opened myself up to him completely. He had his hand on my stomach and slowed down his thrusts. I whined and he laughed, a rare sound that I cherished because I would be the only one to hear it.
“Flip over,” he said. His red iris was blazing. I flipped myself over and gripped the wood slats of the bed, arching my back so that my ass was in full view of the man behind me.
“Fucking hell, how did I get so lucky?” He said as he cupped my ass with both his hands. His cool metal hand ran down my cleft and over my rear entrance to which I shivered in pleasure and he stopped, to stroke his finger over it once more. I moaned and he sucked his breath in quickly. “Christ...We’re going to explore that another time.”
He gripped my hips and positioned me against him, he came around the side with both his hands and played with my breasts. The motion moved his erection against my ass and I couldn’t help but arch my back more. “I’m going to fuck you hard Nina,” he said. I felt his lips on my earlobe and shuddered in anticipation.
I was not ready when he rammed his entire length into me and I grunted, gripping the headboard as he squeezed my hips. His hips snapped back and forth, pulling out almost completely and ramming back in. His hand moved between my legs to play with my clit as he pounded into me over and over. I lost myself in that moment, unable to believe the heights of pleasure that I felt. His balls slapped against my folds as he railed me, hard and fast.
I moaned, “harder”. And he met me thrust for thrust. I screamed with a shattering orgasm and he pumped into me a few more times before groaning and spilling his seed inside me with a single deep thrust. He held me there for a moment, the aftershocks making us both shiver until we settled.
The bed depressed to my left when he laid beside me with a satisfied grunt. I collapsed next to him with a smile on my face. He pulled me into his arms and I laid my head on his chest. “That was…” I said.
“Fucking fantastic,” he finished.
I looked up at him and he leaned down to kiss me. It was soft and sweet.
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Oh...that’s awkward. Well you caught me! You could leave or stay and watch, but I’m finishing either way. If you stay then just keep staring at my nipples. Oh yeah...just like that…
Now tell me you’re going out for a pack of cigarettes. Yeah, say it again. Get those fucking cigarettes. Tell me you’re coming back...But I know you’re not...Ummmfff….
He was pacing, his heavy booted feet thumping hard against the ugly tiled floor as he gnawed his bottom lip. The smell of hospital antiseptic was burning his nose and he shoved his hands in his pockets before yanking them back out before repeating the process in a nervous fit.
You were passed your due date, your stomach swollen and the child inside completely content to continue dwelling inside the universe you'd created for them. Your son Levi was happy kicking away inside you. The outside world could wait.
Your doctor had finally agreed to induce your labor when it became obvious your baby boy had no plans of doing it on his own and Nathan was there with the hospital bag already packed and ice chips at your bedside once you were in a delivery room. He was never more than a foot away from you and rubbed soothing circles as your baby boy failed inside. It was like he could sense he was going to be removed and he didn't like it.
If your IV got too painful Nathan's warm calloused hand settled on it and soothed it. When the drug the doctors gave you started he did what he could to ease the pain. If you needed your back rubbed he was there. If you needed help walking around, he helped support your weight. If you didn't want to be touched he stayed in the seat by the bed and kept his hands to himself.
His daughter's birth had been easy on his wife but throughout your pregnancy it had been hard. Morning sickness so bad it put you in the hospital for a few days, near constant Braxton-Hicks contractions and blood pressure so high you were put on bed rest. The late due date was just another in a long list of difficulties.
The doctor and nurses set your legs up when you were dialted enough but things went wrong nearly the same second. The heart monitor attached to your belly showed Levi's heart rate drop dramatically and it didn't come back up. They put you on oxygen and waited but it didn't help.
You panicked and held onto Nathan's hand like a lifeline, tears on your face as fear for your son's life filled your body. Nathan kissed your hair and murmured softly that you'd be okay. That you'd be holding your baby before you knew it and all of this would be behind you.
That had been an hour ago.
The doctors tried to get you to deliver him but it wasn't working. They could see your hips moving wrongly and instead of Levi's little head, the cord appeared. Nathan was no doctor but he knew that definitely shouldn't have happened.
You where whisked out of the room, yor husband right beside you until the bed was pushed into an operating room leaving Nathan standing at the heavy doors feeling lost and terrified down to his DNA.
He'd paced the entire time, trying not to panic and telling himself you and the baby were okay. But why was it taking so long? Were you alright alone in there? A few times he almost bardged in-rules be damned. You're his wife and he doesn't want to be away from you during this.
His left eye brought up the heart monitor on you along with the camera filming the surgery after he put his hand on an outlet.. He saw you with a sterile filed sheet on your abdomen that was stained with betadine and blood and the camera jerked. You had sat up knocking into it.
When he saw your face he shoved his massive frame through the doors and passed the small nurses who tried to stop him.
You looked like hell. You were panting and sobbing and reaching for something but what he couldn't see.
When you see him your willpower crumbles along with your body against the bed and he notices your baby is nowhere to be seen.
"Nate they won't let me see him-he hasn't cried." The words come out through choked sobs and his heart stops.
The doctor and nurses surrounded a baby heater and one grabbed an ambu bag with the smallest face mask he'd ever seen. His feet moved without him thinking about walking and he saw the tiniest baby boy layed out on white sheets. He was moving he just wasn't breathing and was turning blue.
Until he saw his father.
Levi's little face crumpled into a tight red pinch and he took in a deep breath before a screaming cry exploded from his tiny body. His skin turned a healthy color and his face turned red as he wailed and kicked. The shoulders of everyone in the room slumped in collective relief and after wiping the baby clean and swaddling him, they let Nathan bring him to you.
Once settled against your chest, his cries quieted and eventually stopped to be replacer by sleepy coos and heavy blinks as he looked at you and his father before falling asleep on you.
Your son was here, with all the drama the little guy could muster and Nathan noticed his hands were shaking.
When you were back in your room, he kept the tiny boy in his arms and let you sleep which you needed desperately. Once he was sure you were out, he cried.
Domestic Nate Summers and boyfriend. Halloween edition.
“Nate, you gotta turn the light on or they won’t know we have candy!” There’s a small pout forming on the younger man’s lips as he flips the switch by the front door and the security light hums to life, flooding the porch and part of the sidewalk with light.
It was Halloween. Nathan’s first Halloween in the past and the first with his boyfriend. The idea of little kids ringing the doorbell or banging on the door of their home for the next few hours, expecting candy and already hyped up on sugar wasn’t appealing. Nathan just wanted to rest after a day of Wade’s bullshit.
His boyfriend came home with other plans and about ten pounds of candy and Halloween decorations and after just five minutes had covered the front door in spider webs and fake spiders, some hanging ghosts and two pumpkins under his arms. He’d been grinning so hugely that it was infectious and Nathan found himself smiling despite his poor mood.
“And we gotta get these pumpkins carved. Come on,” his boyfriend set out old newspapers on the floor along with a bunch of knives and he plopped onto the floor and pulled the older man down next to him. Their hands ended up covered in pumpkin guts and the faces of the jack-o-lanterns were probably the most joyful ones to ever be carved. “Okay you go set these by the steps and I’ll fill the bowl.” He shoved Nathan to the door as he grumbled and set the gourds down, candles burning in both of them and watched the sidewalks as the children milled about with their families, excited laughs and frightened squeals filling the air.
He saw more princesses than he could count and his heart clenched. Hope had begged and begged Nathan to dress up with her last Halloween, a knight to match her princess costume. He kept saying he wouldn’t do it because he had to work and she’d accepted it as truth as stoically as a little girl could. When it came for her to leave the house, she was elated to see her father in a knight costume-complete with stuffed slain dragon-waiting for her by the door.
“You okay babe?” Hands were on his abdomen, his boyfriend’s chest pressed against his back as he squeezed his softly. He wanted to make new memories with Nathan, ones that would be less painful but maybe he’d gone overboard, maybe he’d pushed too far. Doubt and guilt slowly welled in his gut as he saw the lost look in Nathan’s eyes. “...I can take everything down if you want.”
“No,” his voice was rough and he cleared his throat to soften it. “Come on, we’ve got candy to give.” He gave him a small smile and grabbed his hand, walking inside and helping to dump all the candy into a huge orange and black bowl. His boyfriend smiled and kissed Nathan’s grizzled cheek and set the bowls by the door.
“Okay, one last thing.” There was a mischievous light in his eye and Nathan feels a cold rock land squarely in his stomach as his lover pulls two bags out of the closet. “Matching costumes!”
“Jesus.” the word is said like the most vicious of swears and hidden under his breath. His boyfriend looked like he’d just won the lottery and in minutes both of them had an eye patch on-Nathan’s covering his left eye, a striped bandanna around both their heads. To top it off, Nathan had a fake hood hand shoved over his left hand.
There were no words for the amount of embarrassment he felt. His boyfriend however, was loving it. He took so many pictures that there was no way Nathan could get rid of all of them. They would haunt him forever.
The kids showed up, knocking and ringing the doorbell, all of them loving the matching pirates and after two hours, all the lights were dimming in the neighborhood and the jack-o-lantern’s smiles went dark. Nathan brought the decorations back inside before turning off the outside light and sat heavily on the couch and started to pull the costume off, starting with the ridiculous fake hook.
The things I do for love he thought and looked up as his boyfriend stood in the entrance to the hallway leaning against the wall. Nathan quirked a brow at him. He was still in full costume.
“Yes?” He asked a little confused. The holiday was over. Why the costume still? And that smirk.
“Come on big boy, there’s still some booty left for you to pillage.”
“...Jesus.” But Nathan was up in a heartbeat, smirking the whole time.
A/N:this has some re-writing of two of the little angsts I posted before as a basis for the story. I hope you like it!
“Where ya headed Poison Ivy?”
“Get bent Wade.” Olive dropped her bag and flipped him a bird before pulling something out of her pocket. Two seconds and she was already done with Wade. Nathan was intrigued.
It had been a week since Wade saved Russel and gotten his girl back. Wade was in good spirits and was making the most of it by aggravating everyone around him. He was finally moving into the mansion with Colossus and the very few X-Men who lived with him. Yukio had beamed at the boy and waved excitedly at him and Ellie just sort of...existed next to her pink haired girlfriend in a grumpy haze. Olive gave the boy a smile and tossed a rule book at him.
“Big man’s orders.” She said at his confusion before picking up her bag as the pistols in it clanked together rather loudly. Nathan quirked a brow. Weren’t the X-Men against weapons that weren’t their powers? “See you around newbie.” She walked out of the room, sidling passed the older time traveler with an awkward and apologetic smile as he took up all the space of the doorway and Wade popped up behind her as she finally made it outside.
“Oh are you going shooting? Can I come? It’ll be fun!”
“Don’t you have a girlfriend to get back to?” Like always, Wade had an answer for that.
“We ca bring her too! You should see the way she handles a riffle,” a dumb, lecherous laugh bubbled out from under his mask and Olive’s eyes twitched. Along with Nathan’s. The words weren’t even directed at him and it was driving him up a wall. Olive just walked, pulling her earbuds out of her pocket and shoving them into her ears roughly to try to block out the verbal diarrhea that was following her.
It didn’t work. He just walked up and took one out, poking her in the ear and giggling when she swatted at him. The giggled stopped when an oak tree ruptured from the ground and the branches tangled around him like a cage. The sound of metal footsteps could be heard barreling down the hall.
“Arbor! What have I told you about using your power when it isn’t a life or death situation?” Colossus demanded in a thick accent. She looked at him exasperated and just motioned to Wade with windmilling arms.
Nathan looked at Wade and chuckled.
“Oh! I have an idea! That old geezer is going to be here for a while. Why don’t you take him with you? He needs friends,” the last words were whispered in the loudest way possible and Nathan felt the urge to punch Wade in the teeth. He looked at the short girl standing in the grass and told her she didn’t need to let him impose on her day.
“There’s Deadpool targets.”
“I’m in.” The words nearly flew from Nathan’s mouth and he walked behind the girl as she tossed her bag into the trunk of an old gray car and slid behind the steering wheel.
That had been six months ago.
In six months Nathan and Olive had become inseparable. First shooting buddies, then teammates, then-albeit begrudgingly on his part-lovers. Olive slept in his room, wore his shirts to bed and helped keep his undercut groomed. Finding someone he trusted implicitly wasn’t something he expected in this time and after their first kiss, he’d felt like he was spitting on the memory of his wife and their marriage.
Olive was half his age and he was technically still married. Even if no one forced them into bed together, her naked beneath him moaning his name into the fabric of the sheets as his cock drove itself into her wet cunt, he still felt guilty. He’d avoided her for three weeks before he finally came to terms with their relationship. He was trapped here after all. It wasn’t illegal for him to make the most of whatever time he had left.
He set ground rules though and the biggest one was no children. He already had one and he didn’t want to raise a child in a time that wasn’t his own. There was too much wrapped up in it. He made sure the condoms were always stocked in their room and Olive made sure to take her pill without fail. There was even emergency backup in the drawer in case something happened.
It had been a good six months. Like a dream.
Then Wade left Nathan’s device out in plane view. He’d been hiding it to keep him around. It was selfish, no doubt about it but he liked having him around and seeing the happiness on his friend’s face had quieted any guilt he might have had. They were happy, the word wasn’t shit yet. He was doing what he thought was right.
When he’d tried to hide the technology from the enraged older man it hadn’t gone well. He’d left the encounter with broken fingers and a shattered forearm.
“You son of a bitch,” Nathan spat in his face as he turned and stormed from Wade’s apartment. He’d only been there because Olive had asked him to pick a movie up that she wanted to borrow.
The instant it was back on his arm he was turning the dial, trying to find the time his wife was in, his family.
“You aren’t even going to tell her goodbye?” Wade’s voice was dripping with accusation and disgust. “I didn’t think you were a coward.”
Olive deserved a goodbye. More importantly she deserved someone who was going to be there with her, she could grow old with and have a family with. He was none of those things and when he’d found her training outside in a secluded area of the manor grounds, surrounding herself with trees, working on ways to work her power with precision, he hardened his heart. He would make her hate him.
Olive had no clue what was coming. She was hoping that what she had to tell Nathan would go easier if she had something to distract herself with. If her mind was busy focusing on her power then she wouldn’t stammer over her words and would be able to tell him she was pregnant through no fault of her own. It wasn’t like she asked the pill to fail. She thought they could work through it. If he could never go back then making a family here couldn’t possibly be such an awful thing.
Nathan felt sick as he railroaded her, decrying their relationship and saying he only used her because her legs were permanently open. Every atom of his body was on fire and his eye flared violently as he lied.
Make a clean break and let her move on. He prayed she would move on, that her memories of him tugging her curls lightly while they watched TV would be replaced with someone else’s face. The only thing he wanted more, even if he didn’t admit it to himself, was to not have to leave.
He left her alone surrounded by smoke and the smell of burnt ozone, big brown eyes staring at the spot where he had once been, the grass charred black. His heart was in pieces as he landed about a block from the home he shared with his wife and his eyes were on fire with guilty tears.
He had no clue he’d left one family behind and was walking into a nightmare.
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