Wade Wilson/Daken Akihiro - “So, I found this waterfall…”
“So, I found this waterfall…” Wade said as he wandered into Daken’s bedroom, drenched in water as a puddle formed around his feet.
Daken sat up, wondering if he should skewer the man. “That carpet costs more than your life is worth,” he settled on saying instead.
Wade blinked at him. “Then a wash will be good for it.”
Daken ran a hand through his hair. “I don’t have time for you.”
Wade pouted. “But I came all this way.”
“To shed on my carpet.”
“That would imply I still had my gorgeous golden locks,” Wade chimed back. “It’s just slightly wet.”
Daken stood up then, striding across the room to examine Wade. “You even smell like wet dog.”
“Look who’s talking,” Wade retorted, then paused. “Well, now you mention it, there was a dog involved. And a werewolf. It was weird.”
Daken wasn’t listening, his hands resting on either side of Wade’s face, debating whether to snap his neck or kiss him.
He made a disgruntled noise before leaning in and biting Wade’s lip. Middle ground and all.