Apartment Above Wellspring Arms, Saturday Morning

[mouthy_merc]

It was a pretty normal Saturday morning, even if Deadpool was only over that night so he could mock Nate in the morning for being all antsy about teaching his mom.

Seriously, the Summers family was just so messed up.

But that would be when he was more conscious. Right now he just turned into Nate and wrapped an arm around his waist. Odd thing, though, was it felt like someone was doing that to him. Two someones.

Oh, naughty dreams.

[[For that guy and... swords]]

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[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Can we--" Freaky twins! "--go play with the big swords?"

Wade eyed him, going to grab some clothing before letting 'em near him again. "Later. Food now. So listen to the man."

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

"Go sit at the table."

Nate slid out from the blankets at last, shooting Wade another look of his own that spelled we might have to roll with this in muted letters.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

They followed the instructions, but only after shoot Wade one last look.

"...we should probably make sure they don't meet Jan."

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

"Jan's still asleep," Nate noted, glancing at the wall. He snagged his underwear off the floor and got to getting dressed as fast as possible.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"So... does this mean no 'good morning' sex to ease the trauma of being fondled by my swords?"

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

"Wade, your anthromorphized, homicidal swords are currently rifling through my kitchen," Nate pointed out, sensibly, and went for his pants. "Let's deal with that, first."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"I was groped!"

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

"I noticed that."

Not that Nate was the jealous type. Especially not over anthromorphized swords.

Well, maybe a little, but it mattered not in the shape of things.

"After the weekend."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"You're a cruel, cruel man."

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

"You really want to do something with those two loose in the apartment...?"

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Wade actually had to think about that. "Damn it. I hate this weekend."

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

"I'll buy you a beer on Sunday," Nate promised, snagging his shirt.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"You sure as hell better, mister!" And Nate was getting jumped as soon as they were swords again.

THEY HAD A SCHEDULE. STOP TAKING HIM OFF THAT.