The Sharpest Lives; Wade Wilson (feat. Nathan Summers) – Part 5 of 5
I expected this to be smuttier. Maybe I can get around to writing a bonus chapter with smut if any of you would be into that? Let me know!
Same trigger warnings, actually, this is much milder since the action/conflict has pretty much passed. Yay for happy endings!
tag list: @peculiar-persephone @fuckyouandtheboatyoucamein @yomama-umbridge @dee-vn @ghostlyvenus-selfships
Waking up is less dramatic than yesterday. Simply put, you got too hot. Wade’s healing factor makes him the equivalent of a heated blanket that’s just a little too warm.
He’s already awake, though, gazing at you in a silence that to most would seem uncharacteristic.
But you know him.
“Can- Can I call you ‘baby,’ now?” he asks. It lacks his false bravado, in fact, he sounds like the scared little boy he once was, before the killing and the new girl every night and the grand love story and the cruel experimentation. Before he was him.
You nod solemnly.
“They’ll be here in a couple hours. After that, we’ll get Eddie and then lay low for a little while, blow away some of our savings. Get to know each other again, and get to know him.”
You nod again.
“I love you, you know that, right?”
And again.
“Say something?” he meekly requests.
“Water, please?” you croak, throat dry.
He leaps to action, accidentally shaking the rollaway a little bit and waking Russell with a start.
“Sorry, little man. Just grabbing some water for the wifey.”
Wade toddles over to the kitchenette, and you turn, wrenching yourself from Nathan’s grip to observe him as Wade observed you. Some people look more at peace when asleep. Not him. His jaw is clenched shut; his eyebrows are furrowed. You brush a tuft of his gray hair from his face, and he snatches your wrist.
You flinch back, and recognition washes over his face, remorse following shortly after.
“No touching while you’re asleep, gotcha,” you awkwardly chuckle.
“Can’t imagine why you’d wanna touch this mug,” he grumbles.
“Get used to asking yourself that question every day!” Wade chirps. “Well, on second thought, you are super fucking se-”
“Wade,” you hiss, reminding him once again that there’s a kid present.
Nathan takes a moment to examine the arm he grabbed.
“Sorry,” he nearly whispers, but you shake your head.
“I scared you,” you dismiss it. “Don’t you start with the whole delicate treatment, too.”
“It’s not that you are delicate. You just deserve to be treated like it. Y’know, gentle.”
Wade laughs heartily, nearly spilling the glass he’s returned with.
You give him a pointed look as he hands it to you. You take a nice, long drink before placing it on the nightstand.
“I didn’t say anything,” he defends himself.
“Oh, is that how it is?” Nathan looks up at you with a glint in his eye best described as devious. Blood rushes to your face, but you force it back nearly as fast. “That’s a nice little trick you’ve got there.”
“What trick?” Wade asks, oblivious.
“He doesn’t know.” Nathan looks a little too proud of himself.
“I don’t know how you do.”
“I… Have some telepathic abilities. They’re almost exclusively used to keep the virus from taking over, but I can still sense some things. She uses her abilities to push the blood away from her face so she won’t blush. I wasn’t sure what you were doing the other night when I felt it, but you’re a little slower in the mornings, aren’t you?”
Wade is gobsmacked.
“Yes, she knew,” you know the question he’s too scared to ask. “That night was her idea, actually.”
“That night?!” he squeaks.
“That night?” Nathan asks.
“Well, I kind of…challenged Wade. To make me blush,” you explain as vaguely as you can, but Russell still chortles.
“You were so mean,” Wade teasingly whines. “You’re just not trying hard enough,” he imitates you shockingly well.
“You liked it,” you remind him.
“Evil little- Hmph!” Wade grumbles, and you can’t help but giggle.
“If I was as goofy as the two of you, I’d be playing dead right now,” Nathan cuts in.
“Huh?” you and Wade respond.
“Y’know, how I said I’d drop dead… Ugh, nevermind,” he groans. “See? Not goofy.”
“Wait, no, I get it now!” you reassure him. “Very funny.”
“I don’t.”
“Oh, it’s just something he said the night before last, about how much prettier I’d be if I was well-rested and… Really smiling.” You smile again, gazing at your newly-found soulmate. “Guess it happened sooner than I thought.” You know there will be days where the grief is crushing, but you’ll feed on this little slice of happiness, on any that you can find. Something tells you that you won’t be running out of them anytime soon, even with the hard times to come.
“Can I kiss you?” Nathan asks.
You look to Wade for approval.
“He’s your soulmate, too,” he tells you with a shrug.
And so, you two have a kiss that’s a little more than chaste, but still simple. Butterflies flutter in your stomach, and you once again have to prevent yourself from blushing like it’s the first kiss you’ve ever received.
He’s smirking like you did, though, and that’s when you know you’re in for it.
“Cute,” he says softly.
“Isn’t she?” Wade rejoins you in bed. “Let’s just cuddle until the X-Losers get here.”
“Dude,” you remind him, and he turns to Russell.
“Oh, they’re, uh, they’re not losers, I- Uh-”
“Anyways, I’d like to remedy my morning breath and do my best to no longer reek of blood and sweat.”
“Wouldn’t we all?” Wade agrees. He and Russell are still in their yucky jumpsuits from the prison. “How about this? Russell gets picked up by them, and we go back to the apartment for a group shower?”
Nathan clears his throat.
“You don’t have to join, but I will say, Y/N really gets into your back with this super yummy-smelling scrub, I mean, why make it with sugar and make it smell like fruit if you don’t want people to eat it? It’s downright cruel, truly, I-”
“Can you shower?” you wonder, cutting Wade off. “Do you need, like, a special sleeve for…” You’re not sure what to call the metal creeping up Nathan’s neck and covering his arm.
“It’s hard to explain, but it’s organic.”
“So’s malachite,” you reply, wanting a real answer. “Doesn’t mean it doesn’t give off toxic fumes when it gets wet.”
“Oh, a geologist, are we?” he half-snarks back.
“Best friends with one.”
And with that, you get a call from Ellie.
“Speak of the devil. Hi.”
“We’re almost there. You okay?”
“Okay-er than I was yesterday, and the day before,” you tell her.
“Good,” she replies. “See you soon.”
“Yes, ma’am! Be safe, love you.” You hang up.
“It’s fine. The metal, I mean. Doesn’t rust or anything, at least not yet,” Nathan mumbles. “And it’s been around for a long time.”
You nod in understanding.
Wade ruffles your hair and you sigh, still a little drowsy.
“Are you excited?” you ask Russell.
“Yeah, kinda…”
“It’s a great place. I grew up there.”
This seems to relieve him a bit.
“I get my own bed?”
“You’ll probably have a roommate or two, but, yeah. And there’s plenty of food to go around, and movie nights where the movie doesn’t get turned off, and… It can be a lot sometimes, but it really is like one big family.”
You feel a pang in your heart and look at Wade, who’s looking at Nathan.
“I’ll explain later, maybe,” Nathan mumbles.
“Okay,” you reply.
There’s a knock at the door, a special pattern that you know by heart.
You go for the door, opening it up for Ellie, Yukio, and Piotr.
“Russell!” you call.
“You sure you’re okay?” Yukio asks.”You know you can always come back, there’s plenty of room and everyone would be so happy to see you, and-”
“Yukio. She knows,” Ellie mumbles.
“You’d be the happiest to see your pseudo-big sis, don’t pretend it’s any other way!” Yukio insists, and you giggle a little. Russell joins you at the doorway.
“Hey, buddy!” Yukio chirps.
“Russell, this is Yukio, president of the Welcome Committee. This is her girlfriend, Ellie, and that’s Mr. Rasputin. He teaches some of the art classes. Do you like to paint?”
“I think so… It’s been so long,” Russell admits.
“I guess you’ll find out,” you tell him. He grins.
“Do you have any questions before we go? Anything you wanna say?” Ellie asks curtly, but, hey, she’s trying.
Russell simply gives you a big hug.
“Okay, that’s all,” he says before finally crossing the threshold and joining the trio outside.
“See you soon,” you say to the now-quartet, and they all say (or in Ellie’s case, wave) their goodbyes. You shut the door and lock it.
“Alrighty. Let’s go home!” Wade cheers. Both he and Nathan have gotten up at this point. “I, uh, cleaned up the laptop shards. And basically the whole apartment. Cocaine and anxiety, well, they make for a very clean house.”
“I’m sorry,” you apologize, but Wade shakes his head.
“You had a human reaction to a fucked-up situation. One I put you in. And you already apologized, and I already forgave you. We’re as okay as we could possibly be right now, alright?”
“Alright,” you reply.
“I’m gettin’ kinda curious about this place,” Nathan chimes in. “Especially that whole shower thing.”
“You just wanna see Y/N nekkid,” Wade giggles.
The shade of red Nathan turns is so adorable you feel yourself start to giggle, too, but you try to force it down for his sake.
Nathan clears his throat.
“You don’t?” he retorts, but it took a little too long for him to come up with that to take him seriously.
“Why, of course I do! If I had my way, it would be federal- No, international law for Y/N to never wear clothes. Not for sexual reasons, no, no, sir, but because she is art that should not be hidden from the world. Especially me.”
“Don’t get his hopes up,” you laugh.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Nathan’s tone suddenly darkens when he says this, and he turns your head so you face him directly. “You’re gorgeous, doll. Guess he’s not getting his nose broken. Don’t think I could stand to see tears in those pretty eyes again.”
“You were gonna break my nose?!” Wade whines. “No, wait, that’d be kinda hot. You do aftercare, right?”
Nathan just scoffs, shaking his head.
“Let’s just get checked out and go.”
You and Wade follow his lead, cleaning up after yourselves and letting Nathan do the talking in the lobby while you two wait in the truck. He swiftly returns, and the trip that follows is like the day before yesterday in reverse; the sun gets higher as you return to familiarity. You’re squeezed between Wade’s nervous rambling of directions and Nathan’s stoic silence.
Eventually, you’re home.
Nathan parks behind the duplex to avoid the stolen truck being spotted by those passing by, and the three of you make your way upstairs.
“Shit,” you realize you left your keys inside when you left, and it’s not like Wade was able to retrieve his when you did your little prison break.
“Lock’s still busted, hon,” Wade murmurs.
“Right,” you say, but you don’t open the door, steeling yourself.
“Do you want me to do it?” Nathan asks you both. The two of you nod, and he opens the door.
You sigh as you enter. It’s the same as when you left. Cleaner, like Wade said, but the same. It’s like nothing even happened.
“Nice place,” Nathan comments.
“Thanks,” you and Wade say in unison.
The cleanliness of the apartment makes you even more aware of the grime you feel you’re covered in. You scratch at your cheek.
“Go ahead and hop in the shower,” Wade says. “I’ll lay out some comfy clothes for you and get your phone on the charger.”
“You’re not gonna shower with me?”
“I was… Sorta kidding,” Wade admits. “Figured you might want some time to yourself.”
“‘Cause that totally sounds like me,” you laugh.
“I meant you might not wanna be, y’know, around me.”
There’s a thorn in your heart. Or maybe his.
You shake your head. He embraces you, and it’s gone.
“We’re gonna be okay, you know that, right?” you remind him.
You look up at him, and that grieving ache in his heart intensifies.
“I don’t deserve you.”
“I deserve you even less,” you reply.
“You two. I feel like I’m watching one of Aaliyah’s vampire shows. Go take a fucking shower,” Nathan grumbles, but his cheeks are a little pink. You’d be worried if you felt any jealousy, but you don’t…
Wait, does he think you two are cute?
You nearly giggle.
“Okay,” you respond, giving Nathan a peck on the cheek before heading to the bathroom. You turn the water on and strip down while you wait for it to warm up.
The door opens, and you turn to see Wade.
“Wow,” he blurts.
“You act like it’s the first time every time.”
“Sure does feel like it, hot stuff.” He unzips his jumpsuit and takes off his boxers. “Wait, uh…”
You finally notice the collar, and reach for it.
“No!” The fear jolts you more than his shout does. His fear. “It’ll shock you if you try and take it off. Do, the, uh… The pressure thing.”
“That shit hurts,” you remind him.
“Dying of cancer hurts worse. It neutralizes any mutant ability.”
“Fuck… Okay.”
You take a deep breath, focusing on the beating of his heart; the blood rushing in his veins. You make it burst out of his neck in a tiny, powerful stream, slicing the collar off. It leaves a pretty nasty gash in his neck, but that heals up quickly. You rub at the same spot on your own neck, still feeling the sting a little.
Nathan pounds on the door, scaring you both.
“We’re fine!” Wade shouts. “Had to get my fancy prison necklace off without touching it.”
“Just checking.”
And with that, you check the water again, pulling back.
“Ow!” Wade squeals dramatically.
“I know,” you reply, turning the temperature down. You two share a look, feeling a certain third party’s anxiety simmer in your stomachs.
Nathan knocks on the door again, this time lighter.
“Just come in already,” Wade complains.
The door cracks open.
His eyes widen, flicking between you and Wade.
“Did you not expect us to shower naked, or…?” Wade asks rhetorically.
“Well, I just- Hm. Yeah. Okay.”
He leaves as quickly as he arrived. You and Wade laugh like idiots— mostly at the aching in your groins that isn’t yours —before finally getting in the shower.
Wade squirts a good amount of shampoo in his hands as you wet your hair.
He lathers you up and you damn near melt at the sensation of his fingers against your scalp.
You rinse your hair as he gets the conditioner. He works it into the ends of your hair before the two of you finally kiss. He sighs.
“That’s it. Now, I’m home.”
“You’re so cheesy,” you tell him.
“But you like it,” he sing-songs. “Mm, beautiful.”
“You’re just buttering me up. C’mon, let’s switch spots and I’ll get the scrub.”
He nods, and the two of you do as you said. You unscrew the lid of the scrub and get to work on his back, not bothering to save the best for last.
The scrub stings against his aching skin, but he seems to like whatever other sensations he gets from it, the ones you can’t feel.
“You know, I could just give you a back rub,” you remind him.
“Yeah, but exfoliating gets all the dead skin off so it doesn’t try to heal back and get all gross and flaky. Remember the first time you did this?”
You do. His back looked like a lizard struggling to shed its skin. Wade’s skin doesn’t disgust you, but you have to admit, it did give you the creeps that time.
You finish up quickly, and he turns to rinse the remaining soap and sugar off.
“Want me to get yours?”
You nod and turn around. You only woke up a few hours ago, but the warmth of the shower and the comfort of Wade’s presence is sapping your energy away.
He massages the scrub into your back and you’re once again melting under his touch.
“All done,” he chirps. The two of you continue to wash your bodies, and afterwards you rinse out your conditioner. He turns the water off for you and grabs towels from the hooks just outside. You pat yourselves dry and realize you forgot to grab clean clothes.
The two of you giggle as you skitter out of the bathroom in just your towels, dropping them once you make it to your wardrobe and his dresser.
“Can I wear one of your shirts?” you ask as you pull on your underwear and a pair of sweatpants.
Wade tosses you one and you put it on. He hums with delight at the sight of you.
“Eddie can wait ‘til tomorrow. Now, it’s time for a cuddle sesh,” he suggests. “What do you think, Nate?”
“It’s her money,” he responds from the couch. He’s sitting in her spot. You look at Wade, who’s already looking at you. Your eyes burn a little, but you smile. He has no idea how he’s healing you both, filling that void. Not replacing her, he never could, but he’s like a rectangular block that fits through a square hole; something different taking up the same space.
“I think it can wait until tomorrow,” you agree, heading over to the couch. You take your spot, draping your legs over Nathan’s lap, while Wade takes his and you prop yourself against him. “This is nice.”
“Mhm,” he hums in agreement. You’re all hurting, sure, but… But it’s peaceful. A new normal falling into place.