Cable Stryfe Wade Threesome
“Wait, wait, quit it…I’m…” With an cry of frustration Wade shoved both Cable and Stryfe away from him and shuffled back along the bed until he was sitting with his back against the headboard. “I’m not a fucking sex toy!” He was panting harshly, his costume only partially clinging to him as the rest had been removed neatly by Nate or torn away, where Stryfe had gripped him.
The ‘brothers’ stood waiting, silent as Deadpool tried to catch his breath and talk at the same time. “I mean, sure I’m flattered that you two would decide to use me for your little bonding session. Beyond flattered. I don’t get laid that often that I can take it for granted when two mutants of godlike power wander into my apartment and rip my clothes off. But I just…I mean…I…” he turned imploring and confused eyes on his friend. “What the fuck, Nate?”
“Don’t act like you don’t want this, Wade,” the Messiah-wannabe said with a faint smile. “Your private fantasies aren’t always as private as you think.”
Wade’s nose wrinkled under the mask. “You’ve been spying on my wet dreams?”
“No, you’ve been projecting them. To every psychic over…well let’s say, quite a distance. Charles Xavier asked me to deal with this and we’ve all agreed wish-fulfilment is the most likely candidate for a solution.”
“Less talk,” Stryfe said bluntly, walking over to the stunned merc on the bed.
“I did wonder why Miss Frosty-pants was looking at me like that in the last X-meeting I crashed,” Wade mused before his mouth was held in a forceful kiss by Stryfe.
Nathan stood back and watched as his clone’s hands roamed, pushing under what remained of the Deadpool costume to grip a member that was undoubtedly hardening under the demanding attention. Nate’s fists were clenching. He wasn’t sure he could stand this.
Then Wade broke from the kiss and looked round for him. “Nate…” he gasped, reaching out for the saviour.
Nathan’s muscles lost their tension and he made his way to the bed, kneeling on the other side of Wade’s body. “You ok?” he whispered, running a hand gently down Wade’s mask.
“Oh yeah,” Wade murmured between gasps. He was arching into the hand Stryfe had down the front of his pants. “I feel fantastic. So…which one of you mutant stallions is going to fuck me silly?”
“I am,” they both replied. Then glared at one another.
Wade just chuckled. “Oh boy, this is gonna be so much fun.”