Date: Fri, 23 Jul 2010 06:55:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jesse Crewe <jayjaybby@rocketmail.com>
Subject: x-men rejection part 9: Found

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story. They belong
to Marvel. And also, if you are too young to read this, leave... please. Or
if this type of thing is illegal where you live then also leave...
please. This is a story involving homosexual, or rather gay, sex and love.
So if this offends or freaks you out, leave... please. This is purely
fiction, it doesn't imply anything about the character's mentioned
sexuality


Enjoy!

April.

May.

June.

July.

Four months since I left. At first, I was almost sure that I'd miss it to
the point of pain, but after the first week, I realized a lot. First off, I
discovered how strong I am. Not physically, but mentally. Leaving a place
of comfort felt easy. Apparently, it shouldn't be. Secondly, being able to
go weeks on end without sleep has great advantages, and lastly, Victor was
the perfect partner.

The primary plan consisted of us splitting after a month, covering more
ground and hunting out the people that were after the both of us. Doom got
the picture after Victor didn't return, and the Professor had begun to have
his doubts, the team got restless. So after the second month on the run
Doom and Arcade were hunting us and after the third month, the X-Men were
after us, or rather, after Victor, as they apparently accused him of my
disappearance.

I didn't bother with any type of contact with my old friends, doing so
might lead to Doom finding us, and that wouldn't benefit either of us. So
after three entire months of being stuck together we agreed to stick with
each other for as long as we were being hunted down. And so for a month now
we've been moving from town to town looking for ways to track Doom and
Arcade. We'd remained quiet and unnoticed until today.

We'd made our way into Missouri and the only thing I knew about our
whereabouts was that we were close to a highway. There was nothing around
but the thick forest and the black pavement before us. I stood in the trees
while he went forward and inspected. "Clear," he sent. I ran ahead of him
and crossed to the other side and continued to run down a steep hill and
into the protection of the thick forest. He ran a few yards behind me and I
sent out a detecting field to make sure nothing was near. I felt him as
soon as I released the energy. I stopped and so did he. He'd smelled him
near. "Where is he?" he sent. I sensed around, "Northwest, heading our
direction. Less than a minute," I sent back. "Too late to hide," he
thought. I stared at him.

I looked around. Nothing but trees. The two of us could probably take him,
but it wouldn't be easy. Deadpool had proven to me a roach, always coming
back after you'd flushed him down the toilet. "He's unsheathing his swords,
attack from above," he suggested through thought. I nodded and proceeded to
climb a tree that would be right behind where he would be standing in a few
seconds. I looked down at him. He assured me with a nod, "On my signal," he
sent. I nodded.

The seconds slugged by slowly, I could feel him close. Now all that was
left was for him to show himself. Knowing him, he was teleporting around,
making sure no one was around, making sure if I was around. Perhaps if Doom
didn't want Victor's head for betraying him, Deadpool would leave as soon
as he saw Victor alone. Doom's anger changed things.

I counted the seconds. I was at thirteen when I finally saw him appear from
where I'd expected. "Victor, where have you been?" he asked
playfully. There was something about the way he talked that sent chills up
my spine. "What's it to you Scarlett?" Victor replied. "Ouch, I thought we
were friends Toothy," he grinned. His mask hid his grin, but you could hear
it in his words. "What do you want?" Victor demanded. He was getting
impatient. "Relax, I'm not here to kill either of you," he said
reassuringly. He was fishing; I could sense that it. "Stay hidden," Victor
sent. "As a matter of fact, I too have left Doom's employment," he said,
after hearing no response, he continued, "And I was wondering if I could
join you."


"Render him unconscious, we'll interrogate when he wakes up. Thirty
seconds," he sent.

"Why join me?" Victor asked. He took twenty five seconds to reply "Because
like you Toothy, I too have a grudge with Doom." I shot down at him and
sank my fingers into his neck, sucking out his consciousness. It was too
easy, he'd been expecting it, no doubt. "He didn't fight," Victor
thought. "Maybe he's telling the truth," I sent back. He shook his head and
proceeded to pull out rope from the bag I was carrying.

He wrapped his entire body in the rope. "Take out his strength, and inject
the drug," he sent. I was about to remove his mask in order to touch him
but reconsidered. I'd heard stories of how sensitive he was about his
face. Forever scarred. I shook my head and instead placed my hand where I
had dug my fingers into just a few seconds ago. I could feel his strength
flow into me. I left only enough for him to breath and speak, but not
enough for him to move his entire hand.

I pulled out the syringe and the small tube of clear liquid and injected it
into his neck as well. That would keep him from teleporting should he grow
untrusting. He would awaken in three maybe five minutes tops. Victor sat
him down against a tree and we waited.

* * *

"Victor?" I heard him slur. He looked at me, "Jesse!" his speech was
beginning to become it self again. "How you doing?" I asked. "Not so well,
but I suppose I cant complain. How about yourself?" "Just peachy," I
smiled. "The X-Men have been turning the city upside down looking for you,
and Doom's been sending me here and there searching for you two. Well I'm
sick of it," he said, almost to himself, his chin on his chest. "So what're
you saying?" I asked. He looked back up, "I'm saying that I'm on your
side." "For what purpose?" Victor asked. It was well known that Deadpool
only worked for his own benefit. Or at least that's what it seemed like.

"I wanna get rid of that punk Arcade, figured you would too," he replied to
Victor. "I don't trust you," Victor sneered. I stared at the silent man in
front of me. I made a decision. "We have to," I said out loud. "What?"
Victor asked. I turned to him. "He knows more than we do, and the only way
we'll be able to get rid of Arcade and Doom is with whatever he knows. If
I'm wrong, then we're screwed, but if I'm right, then we're free." He
didn't look convinced. "Well, almost free, anyways." The X-Men were still
hunting, but they'd stop once they saw me safe.

They'd probably want me to return. I wasn't sure if I wanted to.

"So whatta we do?" Victor asked. I shrugged. "Camp here? If I'm missing in
the morning then you know what happened," I smiled. It was getting
dark. "Hungry?" he sent. I looked at him and nodded. "I'll be fine," I
assured him. He was unsure about leaving me alone with a assassin. It made
sense, but for some reason, I trusted this assassin.

After Victor was out of hearing range, I sat in front of him. He looked at
me. "So what's your story anyway? How'd you become such a beloved?" he
asked. I smiled. "Long story short, I have no clue. I showed up and they
liked me. But things came up and now here I am. Not much of a story, but
still. You?" "Not much to say, I had cancer, Weapon X cured it, and now I'm
an assassin. Typical," I could hear his smile. "So what, do you have no
care for human life? Or do you just kill people without thinking about it?"
I asked, I didn't mean to sound rude, but my overwhelming curiosity took
over. "I care about human life. If I didn't, I'd be considered a full on
psycho."

I smiled. "What do I call you?" I asked. "Wade. You?" "Jesse."

The drug wore off after half an hour. Victor wasn't back and I began to
wonder if Wade was lying or not. So I asked. "The drug's worn off, aren't
you gonna leave?" "Nope, I'm here to stay. I thought you trusted me?" "I do
now." I took my knife and removed the rope. He stood up, the rope fell off
his body and unto the ground around his feet. He was free. He could kill
me. But I trusted him. He moved his hand to where one of his guns was, on
his left thigh. He removed it and handed it to me. I calmed down a
bit. "I'm not going to kill you."

Victor returned after a while. He was carrying an animal of some sort over
his shoulder. A deer. "You let him free?" he sent. "I trust him," I replied
silently.

The meat cooked slowly and the bitter cold sank in. Wade sat close to me, I
didn't mind. He was extremely warm and it seemed to radiate from his
body. He didn't eat, but sat there beside me. Victor fell asleep soon after
and I began to feel tired. I'd gone three weeks with no sleep, it was
beginning to catch up. Without noticing, I sank into Wade's warm, muscled
shoulder. After thinking, I woke back up and apologized. "For what?" he
asked.

He lay down and patted his stomach. I yawned and lay my head on his
abdomen. It was warm. I felt his left leg bend up and his arms shift before
I drifted off to sleep.


* * *

I woke up to a tap on my head. "Wake up, we gotta go," Wade whispered. The
sun was about to rise, it was still dark. I sat up and sent a wave towards
Victor. He sat up quickly. I sensed around and felt it. Victor got
up. Victor smelled it. I wasn't sure what it was, but we had five minutes
to run and hide. I sent that to Victor and he agreed. He signaled for us to
run and we did.

I sensed around and felt it behind us. Victor was running ahead of me and
Wade was beside me. I was tired. I could barely feel my body. That thought
took over and breathing became harder. My legs started slugging and without
noticing, I fell to the ground. Sleep.

* * *

 I woke up to the sun trying to get through my eyelids. I put my arm over
my eyes and opened them slowly. I sat up and removed my arm. "Good
morning," came Wade's voice. I turned to look at him. "Hey," I replied
groggily. I stood up. "Where'd Victor go?" "He went for food." I nodded and
got dizzy. I almost fell but Wade caught me. He'd teleported. "You okay?"
"I'm fine. Just a bit tired. What was after us?" I sat down and he returned
to his post. "Who knows. They stopped following after a few miles, we're a
few miles from the border," he explained. Border? "To?" I asked. "New
York," he replied. New York? We were in Missouri.

"You've been out five days, I've been teleporting us most of the time."
"Why are we going back to New York?" "Victor's taking you back to the
X-Men." Ugh, ONE slip up and you get sent back. I got up and ignored the
dizziness. "That bastard," I hissed. "Where is he?" I asked. He shrugged. I
sensed for him. He was South of where I was standing. Too far for me to go
to him. So I waited patiently.

He returned after a very silent hour. He saw me awake and after a while, he
understood what the silence was about. "You have to go back," he said. I'm
glad he didn't beat around the bush. "You can take me back, but d'you
really think I'ma stay more than a few hours?" I countered. I was being
stubborn, but I didn't care. "Jesse, you have to understand, you wont be
safe until Doom and Arcade..." I interrupted before he could finish. I put
my finger up to my lips. There was someone near. He sniffed but shook his
head. I nodded. Someone was near. Wade teleported close. We all looked
around, everything was quiet. I remained alert, we all did. This was never
going to end. We wouldn't be calm until Doom and Arcade were out of the
picture.

I began counting, like I always did when I waited alertly. It happened when
I reached eight. Troops crowded in around us, completely surrounding
us. They where in thick black suits, which is probably why they couldn't be
sniffed out. They're guns where pointed at us, we remained still. A laugh
came and soon its owner appeared. A man wearing a blue suit with white
outlines walked from behind the troops. "Fury," I heard Victor sneer. Nick
Fury, I'd heard of him before.

"You three are really hard to catch!" he exclaimed. "Thanks, we try,"
Victor replied. He relaxed his muscles. I followed his lead. Nick took his
eyes away from Victor and looked at me. "Jesse, you've caused quite a stir
for me." "I had no idea, my apologies." He smiled. I returned the smile. We
were pressed onto a truck's flatbed and were transported to a ship. After
about an hour, we were taken to Fury's office where we stood before him.

"Victor and Wade, I understand you've recently left Doom's operations, can
I trust you to help me get rid of him?" They looked at each other and
nodded. They were dismissed and I was left alone with him. There was an
awkward silence before he spoke up, "I've heard a lot about you Jesse, and
from what I hear, you're quite the favorite up at Xavier's, more
specifically, a favorite to Logan." Oh God, here we go. I looked up at
him. "So I wonder, what can you do for me?" I was surprised at how blunt he
was. To be honest, this man's appearance turned me on. Four months without
sex had left me extremely horny. I didn't see Victor as that type of
person.

This man was asking me for what I wanted. He walked behind me. "So what do
you say?" He put his hands on my shoulders and as I got up, he pushed me
towards his desk. He grabbed me from behind and wrapped his arms around
me. He felt so good! His muscles against my body, his heat against my
skin. The phone rang and he groaned. He sat at his chair from behind his
desk. I walked behind him and unzipped his pants. He had changed from his
suit and was now wearing slacks and a skin tight shirt. "Send him in" he
said into the phone and clicked. I bent before him and scooted under his
desk, which was surprisingly spacious.

He pulled his chair in and I continued unzipping his pants. I carefully
took out his cock and took it in my hand. He groaned quietly. I stroked it
once and licked it from the base, where his balls where, to the very tip. I
then took it into my mouth and swallowed it in. He groaned and I felt his
hand grab my head. The door opened and I continued sucking him off.
"Colonel Fury, we've received reports from Duggan of activity in Arcade's
HQ" came an unfamiliar voice. "Yeah, uh huh, well, uh, I'll look into it,
give me five minutes I'll be right with you," he said.

I swallowed the entire thing and tasted the salty, delicious cock that
belonged to this man. He groaned and moaned and pushed my head all the way
down and left it there. He pulled my head back up. "I'm cuming!" He pushed
my head all the way back down and almost drowned me with all his cum. I
swallowed all of it and licked him clean.

I put his dick back and zipped his pants. He pulled out and I stood
up. Before walking away, he pinched my ass. "You'll be hearing from me
soon." I smiled and walked out of his office.