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The scent of the air was heavy with the rain to come as they moved over the rooftops together, the scent of weapon oil, gunpowder, cheap fastfood, blood and decay were strong from his companion, the racing heartbeat of said partner was finally calming down, the adrenaline rush of the fight they finished was settling down for both of them, but that didn't stop the excited chatter of the man.
“Wilson, stop here...I want to listen for more trouble.”
“Sure DD, I could use a breather, though I could totally do this all night you know I me-”
He finally fell silent as Matt put his finger over the mask around the place where his lips were, even through his gloves and the mask he could feel the breath of the merc, his oversensitive senses which included his sense of touch were annoying in that aspect at times. Because the feeling of the breaths send chills through him.
He crouched on the roof, listening to the sounds of the city, filtering sounds out, blocking them as he listened for screams and other such indications, listening for police radios as well, but for once it seemed mostly peaceful.
The rain started falling now, he could hear the taps of the first few drops, he could taste the moist in the air and soon he felt the first drips, before the sky seemed to burst open, dropping down a blanket of tapping rain that covered the city, dampened his sense of the city. The rain drowned the sounds of the cars bellow, it washed away the smells of the city, but it gave him a deeper view of his direct surroundings.
Matt turned around to his company, it was the first time he saw him in the rain, the first time he could see more off the man than a shadowy outline. It confirmed most of what he knew, large, broad shouldered, extremely buff, but he was curious for more.
“We should find shelter of the rain DD, I don't think you have a healing factor so you could get really sic-”
He silenced him with a finger over his mask again, taking in his form more, letting his hand slip over the side of the mask that was gradually getting soaked, same was valid for his suit though. He didn't mind, the rain was something he enjoyed, it was a moment where it was almost as if he had his vision back, almost...
“Wade...can you take of your mask for me?”
“You have seen me maskless before DD, you know I hate it why do you want me to...”
“I haven't seen you, but I want to...”
“DD? How do you mean you were looking right at me.”
“I am blind Wade, but my other sense more than make up for it, but the rain...it allows me to see...please?”
The mercenary let out a sight, before he slowly pulled off his mask, Matt could feel the fabric rub over his gloves hands, fabric against fabric against skin, before the lumpy skin of the mercenary was only separated of his by the clingy soaked fabric.
He tilted his head up as if he were looking up at the man who was a little taller, listening intensely to the rain, letting his mind form the picture for him, he could hear the sound of the drips joining the small pools of water that formed in some of the deeper scars, he could form the image of the masculine well defined face structure of the man.
For once Wade was silent, allowing him to enjoy the picture, the only disturbance being their breathing and heartbeat as Matt slowly took off his gloves before cupping the mercenary's face slowly, he was called the Deadpool and just like his ex Elektra this man had a lot of blood on his hands, but Matt saw beyond that, he saw the man this mercenary wanted to be.
The rain was starting to cool his body down, but he didn't want to seek shelter yet, he licked his lips for a moment, he could feel how Wade adjusted his face under his hands to watch him do that, the idea of the man looking at his lips made him lick them again with a bit of anticipation, desire for what could be.
“Wade... can I..?”
“Do what you want...”
The whisper sounded careless, but there was a curiosity and a vulnerability underneath it, the paranoid mercenary was giving him his trust, something not easily gained, especially not after what had happened with Typhoid, something he had caught her boasting about, always on the lookout for the madwoman he had focused on her voice and his heart had grown cold. This warmed his heart now, the trust he was given, to be allowed to do what he wanted, so he pulled Wade's face closer carefully, tilting his own head aside in it's angled position as he softly let their lips meet.
The hesitant answer to his kiss that came send shiver through him as it warmed his soaked body, the taste of the man made his head spin, the mixture of blood, spices and cheap cheese invaded his mind, but through that the taste of Wade himself. He felt like he would drown in the moment, before the kiss was interrupted as the man pulled back slightly, before he picked him up and carried him to a shielded area.
“You'll get sick...”
“It would be worth it...”