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Peter sighed, resting his chin on his bent knees, his eyes lazily following the path of a group of pigeons below him. Up so high, the random droves of people blurred into nothing but colorful dots, the noise of the city drowned out by the harsh winds and calling of birds. Peter loved being up so high, able to see everything below him but no one caring enough to look up to see the small scrap of red that sat perched on the edge of a large building. It was amazing, just watching everyone walk by under him not even realizing that a predator was right above them; watching and waiting for the first sign of trouble.

Even now, Peter’s eyes never stopped moving, his ears pricked for any noise that was different from the rest. The wind buffeted from every side, the white noise almost overtaking everything else below. It calmed but also set him on high alert, not wanting to miss anything with the winds so harsh where he sat. A small radio sat beside him, tuned into the police channel for him to gather intel from up high. Blessedly it remained silent, the lazy Sunday afternoon slowly rolling over into darkly lit skies as the hours passed. Halfway through the night Peter stood and stretched, shaking his limbs in preparation for his nightly patrol.  

He spread his arms and fell head first, his legs pressed together and toes pointed. He allowed gravity to pull him down, his heart slowing in his chest as the air around him encased him in silence. He slowly turned in the air, raising his arm and shooting a web at the building beside him just as he reached the ground.

Peter immediately swung hard to the right, his breath whooshing out in an excited exhale. He loved swinging through New York, the utter freedom addicting in every way. He quickly made his way through the skies, the precise movements of his hands and webs calculated to the very last second that he was allowed. He raced between buildings, ears and eyes trained towards the ground as he flew above the pedestrians below.

Peter inhaled before he started to do flips and tricks in the air, laughing in delight as gravity tried its best to pull him down. His body twisted and curved, sinuous muscles flexing under tight red spandex. His webs flicked from his wrists without thought, almost as second nature as breathing. He smiled when he saw one of his favorite perching spots, a large H shaped building by Time’s Square. The bottom of the glass bridge was covered in webs, showing how much time he spent in that particular spot. The gossamer strands floated around him as he swung up and hung, the translucent lace glinting in the low lights of the city.

Peter closed his eyes and slowly tipped himself backwards, upside down and holding himself there with his foot braced around a loop of webbing. He allowed the sounds of the city to rush towards him, humming quietly to himself as he sorted through the various amounts of stimuli to try to parse out if his help was needed. Just as he was about to drop and swing back home, a loud voice boomed from under him.

“Spidey! Spiderman!”

Peter blinked, glancing down and staring at the large leather clad man who stood below him. He noticed immediately how the other was covered in weapons, but his posture remained relaxed and open. Peter cocked his head, staring as his curiosity and interest grew. He quickly raised both hands, straightening his leg so the webbing wrapped more firmly around him so he wouldn’t fall.

Hello, how can I help you? Peter signed, not talking as he gestured widely to the man below him. He didn’t know if he would know ASL, but he always tried it first. Less chance of him having to use his voice.

“Oh! Sign language? Sure, why not!” The leather clad man quickly began gesturing, his movements quick and confident. Hello! My name is Deadpool, and I would love if you came down! Just to talk! Promise!

Peter hummed and contemplated, nodding to himself after a moment when his Spider sense remained quiet. He slowly stretched a leg out behind him, graceful as he used the counterweight to turn right side up and held onto the silky strands around him. Peter flexed his thigh and began sliding down the webbing, silent as he descended. He pointed his toes when he got close to the ground and carefully stepped onto the wet pavement, his heels hitting with little to no noise. He glanced up and paused when the other man seemed frozen, the white eyes of his mask wide.

“Holy shit, that was the hottest thing I have ever seen.”

Peter flushed, quickly raising his hands and signing close to his chest. I can still hear you, Deadpool. He rubbed the back of his neck, shifting from foot to foot in pleased embarrassment. It wasn’t every day that Peter got complimented.

“Oh, shit! Sorry, baby boy.” Deadpool smiled, the mask moving. “I didn’t know how well you could hear since you signed at me first. Sorry to assume, handsome.” Deadpool shrugged, his hands settling on the belt that was covered in a vast array of pouches. “Do you mind if I talk or do you want me to use ASL? Fine with me either way, Spidey baby.” The man rocked back on his heels, muscles rippling.

Peter’s back straightened at the sight, heat shooting up his spine. He was glad that his mask hid the burning flush that spread from his cheeks down to his chest, never having someone speak to him like the leather clad man was. He quickly shook his head, realizing with a jolt that the top of his head only came up to Deadpool’s chin. At this he bent forward and gracefully took a step back, his eyebrows raising when the other man copied him so they were a bit farther away from each other.

Deadpool noticed the smaller man’s expression under the mask, chuckling under his breath. “Don’t let me crowd you, baby. I know I can be a bit intimidating.” He shrugged, tone teasing and careful. He fingered the handle of one of his guns, the gesture absentminded. “I am surprised I caught you so soon. Thought I would have to hunt you down.”

Peter paused, frowning.

“Oh! Nothing bad, I promise! I just wanted to talk to my favorite hero!” Deadpool exclaimed, suddenly bouncing on the balls of his feet in barely contained excitement. “I know you’re a busy spider, but I wanted to ask if you want to grab some tacos with me? I haven’t eaten, and I would love to chat over the best food in the world.” He clapped his hands together, jutting out his hip. “Nothing could beat Aunty Claire’s special Sunday tacos! She also adds extra guacamole without me asking. She is such a doll.” So, what do you say? Deadpool paused, signing.  

Peter rolled his head side to side, his fingers pressing together behind his back and sticking. He tugged on them, the comfort gesture grounding him. He eyed the guns and the two katanas, shrugging when his Spider sense remained solidly quiet. With a huff he nodded, stepping closer to Deadpool and waving a hand. Lead the way.

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“Now, she won’t let me order since I get the same thing every time. So don’t be surprised when she comes swinging by with food.” Get it? Swinging? Deadpool gestured widely, laughing as he nudged the hero with his elbow. “I hope you are ready for every spider joke my small brain can come up with.”

Peter chuckled, shaking his head and following behind the tall figure that Deadpool cut. It was staggering to see how large he was against everyone else, towering a head taller over the normal civilians to the point that he had to duck under the door when they walked in. He hummed as his eyes slid down the other mans back, swallowing at the muscles that rippled under the red leather. He was quickly torn from his thoughts when Deadpool stepped to the side and placed a hand on his lower back, the mans large palm burning hot through the thin spandex.

“This place also has the best flan in New York. No joke.” He absentmindedly steered the small hero towards the very back booth, his fingers pressing deep to herd Peter around the small tables that littered the tile floor. “I have been coming to this place for a while. Claire is the best cook on this side of the coast, and I will fight anyone who disagrees.” He chattered loudly and threw himself into the booth, facing the door. “By the way, you can tell me to shut up whenever you want. I know I can be annoying.” Tap me. Hit me. Sign at me. I don’t care. Just don’t let me blabber on if you are uncomfortable. Deadpool waved a hand, his gestures just as self-deprecating as his voice.

Peter slid into the seat opposite, head tiling to the side. I don’t find you annoying. I actually enjoy you talking. It means that I don’t have to. Peter shrugged, lips curling into a small smile. I have heard that about me before, especially when I sign instead of speak. Apparently when I get to excited my motions get hard to read. Also, I can go on tangents for hours. So, we will see who annoys the other first.

Deadpool nodded, snorting. “Good to know. I can’t keep my mouth shut to save my life. I could also totally see you flapping around while you talk.” He chuckled, tugging his gloves off and stuffing them into his belt.

Peters’ breath caught at the sight of the others hands; eyes wide as he took in the scars that covered the man’s skin. Without thought he reached forwards, pausing with his arm stretched across the table when he realized that he almost grabbed Deadpool without his consent. He quickly pulled back, flushing. I am sorry! I didn’t ask if I could touch you!

Deadpool frowned, the whites of the mask squinting slightly. “Baby boy, its fine.” I don’t mi-. Deadpool paused, freezing as he stared at his own hands. “Oh, fuck! Sorry, Spidey!” He reached for the gloves that hung from his belt, movements frantic. “I’ll cover them up. I know they aren’t pretty.” He laughed self-consciously; head turned away. He snapped the glove and went to slide it on, startling when he felt a small hand grab his wrist.

“Deadpool.” Peter muttered, his voice soft and raspy from disuse. He didn’t like talking, but he wanted the man’s attention. He nearly startled when the super immediately snapped around, eyes locking on where his mouth would be. He raised his hands and signed quickly; head titled to the side. I don’t mind the scars. You are obviously comfortable here and didn’t think when you took off your gloves. It isn’t gross at all; I think the texture is interesting. Peter pointed to his own palm, fingers flexing. If you are more comfortable to cover up that is fine, but don’t do it for my sake. Peter leaned back into the soft cushion of the booth, shoulders slumping. I understand wanting to hide something you don’t like.

The other man still hadn’t moved, knuckles white as he clutched at the leather gloves between his fingers. “Is that why you don’t speak?” Deadpool asked, voice low and curled with surprise. He started at his own voice, waving his hands as he squawked. “Sorry! Sorry! You don’t have to answer that!”

Peter chuckled, reaching up and rolling his mask to his nose and smiling. It’s fine. I have a lot of people asking why I don’t speak much. But yes, I don’t like talking unless I have to. Peter shrugged, slowly pulling off his gloves one finger at a time. He gently placed them on his left thigh, one on top of the other so the fingers matched up. He hummed quietly, nodding when he had them just right.

“Holy fuck, your mouth.”

Peter blinked, glancing up in surprise. What? He signed; slender fingers curling gracefully.

“Fuck, I bet my life that you are drop dead gorgeous.” Deadpool continued, as if he didn’t see Peter’s gestures. “Jeez-sus.” He breathed, voice a low murmur. “Yeah, no you’re right. It’s a crime.” He muttered, sounding faraway as his head turned a bit to the side as if he was listening to someone.

Peter gaped, blinking. He sat there in stunned silence; lips parted. Thoughts swirled rapidly in his mind and his hands stuttered, fingers sticking together unconsciously to ground himself. Never in his life had someone drowned him in so many compliments, his head nearly spinning off his shoulders at the absurdity. No one talked to Peter Parker like he was something desired. No one talked to Spider-man as if they were extraordinary.

“Oh, fuck. Please, close your mouth. It is giving me way too many dirty thoughts.” Deadpool groaned, throwing his gloves onto the table and rolling his own mask up. He leaned back and smirked, the scars around his mouth pulling as he smiled. “Sweetheart, you are so fucking precious, but please don’t tempt me. After all, consent is sexy and I doubt you wanna get it on with this butterface.”

Peter paused, thrown off kilter. Just as he raised his hands to sign a large plate was slammed down between them. He barely held himself back from jumping onto the ceiling, a sharp inhale nearly causing him to choke.

“Claire! How are you!?” Deadpool exclaimed, not fazed in the slightest as he glanced over at a petit Hispanic woman covered in flour. “You are such a doll, bringing this out for little old me.”

“Yes, yes. You two enjoy.” The woman turned and disappeared.

Deadpool wiggled his fingers, amusement clear. “That woman is the back bone of America.” He sighed dreamily, his cheek resting against his fist.

Peter sputtered, a rough snort escaping him. The last five minutes threw him off, feeling like he was in a fever dream. He reached forward and grabbed a glass of water, sipping on it to clear his throat and calm his mind.

“Now, let us see how many tacos I can eat before I legit die. I think last time it was 35?” Deadpool paused, head titled to the side as if he was listening. “Yeah, Claire was so pissed when she had to push my dead body back into the booth. But lord, her tacos are to die for. Literally.”

Peter froze, his lips pressed against the chilled glass. He slowly set it down, reaching forward and tapping onto the table to grab the others attention. He waited until he had it before signing, the movements sure but with a questioning air. Dead body? You died?? How? Peter frowned, confused. Are you just exaggerating? It sounds like you are. If you died you wouldn’t be here now.

Deadpool blinked before a smirk grew on his scarred face. “Oh, baby boy. Don’t you know? I can’t die! You could shoot me in the head and I would be up and running a few minutes later! They don’t call me the Regenerating Degenerate for nothing!” He clapped his hands, rubbing his palms together. I think I am immortal. Death said so herself, but sometimes she likes to use dry humor on me. So, who knows? I have tried a lot of different ways to kill myself, but I come back every time.

Peter took a deep breath, alarmed but trying not to show it. What in the world are you talking about? Death? Immortal?? Regenerating? He signed quickly, movements growing a bit wide as his confusion grew. How is that possible?

Deadpool shrugged, reaching towards his belt and pulling out a knife. “I am surprised you haven’t heard of me, but it has been a while since I walked around New York as Deadpool instead of Wade. I mean, everyone needs a vacation.” He twirled the knife and causally stabbed his own hand, not even flinching before drawing it out and flexing his fingers. “See?”

Peter gasped, standing from his seat and grabbing the mans wrist. He stared as the wound healed itself within seconds, the blood that dripped on the table minimal for such a large hole. He gaped, turning Deadpool’s hand this way and that way, astonished.

“Cool, right?”

Peter felt anger spark at that, eyes snapping up and his teeth bared into a snarl. He signed with one hand, the other holding tight to Deadpool’s wrist. Don’t ever hurt yourself like that again. I don’t care if you can heal. It must still hurt. Peter exhaled roughly through his nose; anger palatable. You shouldn’t be so casual about it.

Deadpool stared, frame eerily still as he watched Peter sign.

I don’t want to see you do that again. You are a person, Deadpool. Just because you are immortal doesn’t change that. Peter slowly sat down, fingers squeezing tight before releasing. He turned away to calm his breathing, lips twisting in displeasure.

“You really are the greatest hero, aren’t you?” Deadpool whispered, rubbing his wrist absentmindedly. “For you to care about a monster like me getting hurt, you have to have a heart of gold.” He cocked his head, reaching for his knife and sheathing it. “Also, why are you being so honest with me? We did just meet, you know.”

Peter shrugged, ignoring the way Deadpool insulted himself. I don’t like lying. It makes my skin itch. Also, I don’t talk with people that much, if at all. It’s nice. Especially since I don’t have to actually say anything I can just sign. You are also very comfortable to talk to. My spider sense has been silent this whole time, which is something that I trust everyday with my life. Peter grabbed a napkin, lifting his water to put on top of it. Also, you seem pretty sincere yourself. Though, I have to doubt you on your compliments. I am not handsome in the slightest.

Deadpool frowned, shaking his head. “Baby boy, you are extremely handsome. Also, sexy as fuck. The way you spin in the air? Fucking art, lovely.” Deadpool sighed, tone filled with reverence and something darker. “I like watching your videos online. My favorite is when you hang and slowly spin yourself until you reach the bottom of your webbing. The way you hold yourself in the air is beautiful. Fuck, ever since I saw that I have been itching to talk to you! Also, because I wanted to ask you something. Nothing bad! Just……unusual I guess?”

Peter waved a hand in a ‘go on’ motion, distracted by the amount of food between them. As he waited he started to eat, groaning in pleasure at the taste. He signed with one hand, grabbing more tacos with the other. This is amazing!

“It sure is…..” Deadpool muttered before physically shaking himself. “Anyway, you are the amazing spiderman. Helping the little guy. Also, you don’t kill people. I want your help with that.” I want you to show me to be good. Deadpool glared at the table, fingers flexing. “I have been a mercenary for a long time. However, I want to learn to change and be better. Now, I won’t stop killing entirely, since there are some people who just need to be put down. But besides that? I would love if you could show me how you do what you do.”

Peter stared, frozen. Killing? He thought, mind whirling quickly and tangling. Mercenary?

“Since you haven’t heard of me, I didn’t think you knew.” Deadpool sighed and shrugged, tapping the hard wood of the table with his nails. You are a good person. If you don’t want to help me, I understand. I am pretty dangerous and I know that Stark wouldn’t want you near me. The super cocked his head to the side, the corners of his mouth pinched. “Yes, I know……he is too good for us…”

Peter frowned, finishing off what he was eating and wiping his hands clean as he gathered his thoughts. Stark doesn’t decide what I do. He signed; lips pursed. Also, with all the weapons you carry I shouldn’t be surprised that you kill people for a living. Peter sighed and cracked his neck, not knowing if he was about to regret his next statement. If you want to try, then I won’t stop you. Everyone deserves a second chance. Also, we will talk about your necessary killing later.

Deadpool gasped, clapping his hands together. “Really?! Thank you! You really are the best, baby boy!” He reached forwards and grabbed the smaller man’s hands, his palms rough and textured. “I’ll give you my number so we can text!” He squeezed their hands together, teeth startling white as he grinned.

Peter shivered, gasping slightly at the feeling of the mans scarred skin against the sensitive nerves of his hands. He felt heat whip down his back, thighs flexing under the table. He caught his bottom lip in his teeth, gnawing on it and trying his best to repress any sexual thoughts he had of Deadpool in that moment. He tugged on his hands, feeling relief when the man quickly let go. That is fine. I will be patrolling tomorrow, but afterwards we can meet up.

Deadpool nodded, pulling out a phone covered in hello kitty stickers. “Yes! I won’t be taking any jobs, so you can have me all you want!” He unlocked the phone and handed it over, nearly vibrating with excitement.

Peter smiled, glancing down at the phone and chuckling when he saw the spiderman charm hanging from the case. This is cute. He quickly punched in his number, hesitating at the ID before just putting Spiderman. He handed the phone back over, head titled when Deadpool hummed and started typing. What are you doing?

“Changing the ID!” Deadpool answered, smiling. “See?” He turned the phone around so Peter could see the screen, chuckling when the smaller man choked.

Baby Boy <3

Peter reached for the phone to change it back, cheeks flushing red. Deadpool! He waved, embarrassed.

“Yes, sweetums?” The man smirked and slid his phone into his pocket, reaching for his gloves and slipping them back on. “Now, how about we bounce? I just need to pay.” He stood, his large frame looming over Peter and making him feel small. Be right back.

Peter nodded, rolling down his mask and slowly tugging his own gloves on. He waited for the other man, comfortable despite only knowing the man a few hours. I mean, I can crush him with a finger so. Peter shrugged at his thoughts, knowing that his Spider senses wouldn’t lie if the man was dangerous towards him.

“Alright, baby boy! Let’s go!” Deadpool gestured widely, excitement brimming as he bounced. “Wanna go to central park? Unless you have somewhere to be?” I am not holding you up, am I?

Peter paused before shaking his head, sliding from the seat and standing beside the much larger man. No, that sounds fun. Thank you for dinner. It was great. Peter gracefully danced around the tables, humming to himself as he made his way to the door. He skipped a step and turned, tilting his head. Coming?

Deadpool started, following the same path. “Of course! You are just really distracting is all. It isn’t fair how absolutely gorgeous that body is. Wish I could see a face, but secret identities are a big reveal kind of thing.” I bet your pretty. Deadpool shouldered the door open, walking into the crisp air of New York. “Now, onward!”

Peter shook his head and followed, steps light.

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Peter grinned, tilting his head slightly as he heard Wade walk almost soundlessly up the fire escape. They had been playing the same game for a few weeks now, the older man trying his best to catch Peter off guard. They even had a bet going. If Deadpool won then Peter would share his first name. If Peter won, he got food. All in all, he had been fed more than he could count.

“Wade.” Peter called out, his voice soft and raspy but carrying enough for the man to pause.

“How the shit fuck?” Wade questioned, no longer being quiet as he stomped over and threw himself beside the hero. “I couldn’t even hear myself! How the hell, Spidey?” He grumbled, falling onto his back and kicking his legs off the edge of the building. I swear, I will win one day.

Peter chuckled; his mask already rolled halfway up. Sure, you will. Now, what do you have for me today? He signed, his gestures smooth and rolling effortlessly into each other. Chinese?

“Right on the money! I got your favorite!” Deadpool exclaimed, sitting up and unhooking a bag that was attached to his belt. He opened it and handed it over to the smaller super, grinning behind his mask. “They even put extra chicken in there.” They love you. “Now, you texted me yesterday about Stark. Should I come with you?” He asked, leaning back onto his palms. “I mean, we both figured he would try to put his metal dick in our business.” Wade shrugged, kicking his feet off the building and tapping his heels against the worn brick.

Peter sighed and shook his head, pulling out an enclosed container of sesame chicken. “No.” He stated simply, grabbing a fork and popping the lid open. He hummed in pleasure and began eating, rocking back and forth as warmth spread through his body.

The older super was silent for a moment, head cocking back and forth as he talked with the two boxes in his head. “You know……you are getting really comfortable with actually talking to me.” Wade pointed out suddenly, voice soft and hesitant. “I don’t mind, I just want to make sure you aren’t doing it for me.” I like you for you. You don’t need to speak to me to keep me around. We are friends after all.

Peter flushed, swallowing quickly and shoving his chopsticks into a piece of chicken and raising his hands. No, I’m not. Promise. It is just easy with you. You don’t expect me to and don’t make a big deal when I actually talk. Peter gestured, his bowl of food placed on his knee and webbed into place. I enjoy your company and you are doing great with not killing anyone that doesn’t as you say ‘deserve it’. Peter paused, chewing on his lip before forging ahead. I like you, so it makes it easier for me. I still don’t like talking, so don’t get your hopes up for more.

“Don’t worry, baby boy. I won’t.” Wade muttered, sitting up and wrapping his hand around the other hero’s knee. “You sure you don’t want me to be there when you talk to Stark?” He asked, conversation circling back around.

Peter nodded; lips quirked up. He will just get angry if he saw you. But don’t worry. Clint will be there as a translator and he likes you. I bet he thinks it’s funny that Tony is trying to separate us. Peter signed; motions sharp. I won’t let him. A growl rumbled from his chest, shocking in its intensity.

“Damn, baby boy. You know just what to say to make a man swoon!” Deadpool placed a hand to his forehead, pretending to fall against the smaller man. “Iron dildo better watch out! He got nothing on you baby. Wish I could be there to watch, but I will just use my sniper scoop from the building over.” He said casually, shoulders rolling. “With the whole damn building being windows, it shouldn’t be hard to do a little spying.”

Peter snorted, quickly finishing off his food and placing the trash into the bag beside him. You are ridiculous. Peter gestured, mouth trembling as he fought a smile. He watched as Deadpool threw back his head and laughed, the sound loud and full. Deadpool’s arms flexed as he started to gesture wildly, thigh muscles straining as his whole body moved with abandon. The black Kevlar and leather shone in the low lights of night; the material stretched obscenely over rippling muscles. Peter swallowed against a dry throat, shifting when heat began to pool at the base of his spine. To distract himself he tuned into what Wade was saying, pushing all thoughts of what the mans naked body looked like from his mind.

“-then and only then! I swear! People never realize how much people see when you leave the curtains open. I mean, come on. You shouldn’t be committing a crime where the whole damn world can see you!” Wade huffed, both hands raised in a ‘what can you do’ pose. “Also, not a lot of people remember to lock their windows. It makes it so much easier when I have to break in.”

Peter snorted, imagining the very large man trying to squeeze through the small openings to get into a criminal’s house. You are right about that. It doesn’t make sneaking around very fun. Peter shrugged one shoulder, the movement graceful and absentminded. It does bode the question about how smart a criminal can actually be.

Deadpool snapped his fingers, grinning. “Yes! Can that be our topic for tonight? Because, I can go on and on about how some people should just stick to being a grocery store bagger instead of trying to do video game heists.” He cackled, slapping his thigh.

Sure, why not? Peter signed, uncrossing his legs and pointing his toes to stretch. Over the past few weeks of them meeting up for patrols they had started a bit of a moral code game. Someone poses a question or an observation and they explain where they stand with it. It is causing Peter to realize how black and white he is, his own views slowly changing as he argued against the very very gray world that Wade was firmly planted in. I think you have to be somewhat smart to do crime. Not so much robbing a bank, since there isn’t much planning there. More like, stealing and kidnapping. There has to be some intelligence there to make it quick. The kidnapping especially. Some of the lengths that they go to not get caught is astounding.

Deadpool nodded, lips pursed. “See, I think there are two different categories for criminals and that shows how smart they have to be. And every person who commits a crime fits into them in some way.” For example, a random joe stealing from a store and a CEO of a popular company who does sex trafficking on the side. “That is a broad example but you get my point. The average thief is a simple criminal, and the reasons for doing these crimes tend to stem from one of three things. Money, need, or want.” Wade counted on his fingers; head tilted as he explained. His voice rumbled from his chest, smooth and capturing in its near wild intensity. “Now, the other is a villain or a monster if you want to be dramatic. That is the CEO. They are doing crime simply for greed. Nothing more and nothing less. They don’t think that what they are doing is wrong since they have rationalized it in their head that it is for the greater good for whatever cause they have their hands in. Someone like that isn’t someone who changes, and who the law has a hard time pinning down.”

Peter nodded; lips pinched as he rolled what Deadpool was saying around his brain.

“Now, that is where you and me come in.” Wade paused, waiting for Peter to look at him before continuing. “You deal with the first one. The small-time criminals that are easy to find and to deal with. I take care of the second. I get rid of people that this world doesn’t need and that the law can’t deal with since they have connections or not enough evidence.” He leaned to the side, body moving with the hard emphasis of his words. “Now, that means that being intelligent doesn’t really have any bases for the first group. The second one, however, is completely different. People like that are crafty and too smart to be caught red-handed. So, average joe can be as stupid as a box of messed up peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. The others have to be smart or they wouldn’t have gotten as far as they got doing what they do.”

Peter blinked, surprised by how much sense that made. I didn’t even think of it like that. He signed slowly, trying to collect his thoughts. I had always just put them in the same category even though I don’t really deal with the second group. He rolled his shoulders, gaining steam and gestures leaving him quickly. But what you said makes sense! After all, you are right that I tend to deal with things that are spur of the moment or that the police can put them behind bars for. He turned more towards the leather clad super, bouncing slightly. So, is that why you see things the way you do? Since you have to deal with things that are so gray in nature? I am very black and white, but I am realizing how it is limiting me the more we debate. He huffed, nostrils flaring. I am also starting to feel that the one really making a difference is you, Wade. Now, I don’t condone killing, but from what you tell me about your marks, there isn’t any other way. It is startling to think about. To know that the only way to stop people like that is to make sure that they can’t do anything at all. Peter hummed absently, movements quick and sure since he didn’t have to worry about Wade falling behind. I just wish there was a different way even though I know how foolish that sentiment is.

Deadpool frowned, shaking his head. “Baby boy, don’t think like that. You are so good, and you will always look at all the options so you don’t have to kill. I admire that. That’s why you do what you do. You make a difference for the people in the moment that they need you. I do more of the shadow work that people don’t even know exist.” Deadpool shrugged, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small knife. He started to roll it between his fingers, the blade glinting. “We both do what we need to, sweetheart. Just because our methods are different, doesn’t mean that we aren’t doing some good.” Wade grinned, scars pulling tight. “White and yellow agree with me and they never do that.”

Peter sighed, smiling up at the other man. A flush worked its way onto his face as he noted the height difference even while sitting, the older man towering at least a head above his. You always know what to say to make me swoon. Peter teased, bumping his shoulder against Deadpool’s arm. Thank you, Wade.

“Don’t be thanking me, Bambi. I am just stating the obvious.” Deadpool drawled, pointing the tip of the blade at the hero and wiggling it. “I don’t want you to get into your head that you aren’t worth something. You are made of gold, baby boy.”

Peter flushed, head dropping and chin nearly touching his chest. He pressed his palms into his thighs, fingers sticking and tugging. He shook his head, glancing up at from under his lashes. “No.” He muttered, voice filling the small space between them.

“Yes.” Wade growled, reaching forward and placing the flat of the blade against Peters cheek. He pushed lightly, turning the man’s face towards him. “There is a reason that you are the best super, and it isn’t because you actually give me the light of day.” He whispered, leaning closer.

Peter tilted his head, cheek pressing against the knife. He knew Wade wouldn’t hurt him, his gut and Spider sense told him so, so he didn’t move away. After all, weapons were an extension of Wade. It upsets me when you talk like that. You are incredibly smart and interesting, Wade. You are kind and good. Peter frowned, hands slicing through the air between them. If other people just gave you time, they would realize what I do. People like Tony will never try to though and will put you in some little box that they assume you fit into. However, people like me and Clint aren’t like that. It’s why I went with you that first day. My Spider sense has never once seen you as a threat to me. You aren’t some blood thirsty monster that sometimes hears voices. You are a person. With complicated views and a complicated past. Don’t treat yourself less then.

“Then take your own advice, baby. You ain’t no plain jane.” Deadpool muttered, dropping the knife and shoving it into his pocket. “Now, I don’t agree with being very interesting, but coming from you I will allow it.” He teased, the serious air from before dropping as his tone and posture lightened. You are the light of my life after all, so I can’t argue with you to hard.

That is a fucking lie.

Wade threw back his head and laughed.

O0O

Peter frowned, shifting foot to foot as he stared at Stark Tower. He hummed and flexed his fingers, breathing in deep. The wind rushed by him and around him, encasing him in stilted silence amongst the noises of the city below. The sun was peeking out from the horizon, bathing the buildings in a warm glow. A chill permeated the air, rising from the street below and misting. Peter closed his eyes, allowing himself a moment to drown in the calm tranquility of the early morning. He slowly raised his arms, stretching his body in preparation. He heard a wolf whistle behind him not a moment later and he snorted, turning his head and glancing over at Deadpool.

The merc was sitting in a folding chair, a large pair of binoculars sitting on his thigh. His arms were crossed over his chest, muscles bulging. The sun bathed him in soft rays of golden light, casting shadows along the harsh lines of his body. In one hand he was holding a large Slurpee, mask rolled up halfway as he drank obnoxiously loud.

“Looking good, baby boy!” Wade called out; amusement clear. “Now, show Daddy what you can do!” He taunted, lifting an arm and throwing it over the back of his chair. He grinned wickedly; scarred lips stained a deep blue.

Peter rolled his eyes and shook his head, but decided to indulge the man. Fine, but it isn’t free. I want Thai food when I finish arguing with Tony. And don’t skimp out on the meat. He gestured, a smile tugging at his mouth when Wade immediately started to dig into his many pouches with a gasp.

“DEAL!” Wade shouted, exclaiming in excitement as he brandished his now found wallet. “Come on, baby! Show me some of those moves!” He slapped the square leather wallet against his thigh, leaning forward and rubbing his hands together. “I need more masturbating material. Done dried it all up.” A man can only imagine so much.

Peter flushed, laughing despite the crass words. Without another word he quickly bent and pushed himself into a handstand, slowly raising one hand so he was balancing on his right palm. He relaxed the muscles in his thighs and gradually spread them, legs falling into a split effortlessly. He rolled his hips, unhurried as he pressed his legs back together above his head in a careful upside-down L shape before arching his back into a rough C. He had kept his left arm out for balance but now he reached forward and grabbed his left ankle, pulling gently so his torse contorted. Peter lowered the foot to the ground and almost absently rolled back onto his feet, quickly doing a front hand spring and jumping high into the air. He did three spins midair and landed on his right foot, immediately falling into a roll and pushing himself up with his left hand. He ended in the same position he started, body a perfect line and toes pointed.

Peter smiled, breathing in deep. He paused when he heard nothing but silence from the other super, confused. He had assumed that Deadpool would be making a million sexual comments, but so fair he hadn’t heard a word. He quickly threw himself upright and turned, blinking at the merc.

Wade was leaning forward in his seat, nearly falling off. His mouth was agape, the Slurpee in his hands now on the ground and spilling blue sugar all over the dirty roof. His fingers were wrapped tight around the arm of the chair, nearly bending the metal. Every line in his body was tense as if posed to strike, feet planted firmly apart as if to stand.

Looking at him a hot flush suddenly worked its way from Peter’s hairline down to his heels, the shivery feeling of need pulsing under his skin as the other man stared at him. “Wade?” He questioned, bending slightly and waving his hand. He jumped when Wade whined and slumped, confused but also amused at the man’s antics.

“Holy fucking shit balls, Spidey!!” Wade shouted; face tilted up at the sky. “That is sooooo not fair!! That was even sexier than that hanging thing you do from buildings!” Deadpool threw his hands up, gestures wild with energy. “Like, damn son! If you wanted me to have a heart attack you fucking succeeded! That didn’t just fill my spank bank, it fucking took over.” Wade suddenly lurched forward, pressing his hands together and pouting. “Baby boy, baby, honey bunches of oats. Please, for the love that rivals chimichangas themselves, I need to see you do that again! Preferably behind closed doors and with no clothes.” He commented, smirking heatedly.

Peter sputtered, shaking his head. Wade! He signed, rolling his eyes when the man fell into mad cackles. I am leaving. He turned on his heel and walked calmly to the edge of the building. He spread his arms and fell forward, flipping through the air and flinging out a web to swing him towards the tower that sparkled in the bright light of morning. He heard Deadpool still laughing behind him and he snorted, amusement sparking. Peter sighed and shook his head, snapping the line he was on when he drew close to the glass building. He zeroed in on the open window near the middle floors, gracefully flying through it and rolling when his feet hit the ground. He bounced up and grinned, proud of his landing.

Peter quickly glanced around, noting the empty conference room before he headed for the door. He traveled lazily towards Tony’s lab, not in any hurry to get into an argument with a man who acted like an overgrown toddler. He paused when halfway there his burner phone started vibrating, the screen flashing under the spandex. Peter sighed and pulled it up, chuckling when he saw the many texts from Wade.

U can do this bb!! <3

If u need, I can grab a body bag!

Just in case Tin can does something dumb….

Just a suggestion……

Peter grinned and quickly typed a reply before shoving the phone back into his pocket. He shook his head fondly and pulled open the door to Tony’s lab, walking in and shutting the door behind him. He glanced around, frowning when he didn’t see the man. Sighing he lifted his hands and clapped loudly, not wanting to speak around the other man.

“In here!”

Peter shrugged and weaved his way through the mass amounts of machinery and robot parts, eyes drinking it in in curiosity. He picked up a few things that interested him and put them in his pockets, knowing that Tony wouldn’t mind.

“Hurry it up! Clint said he only has a little while before going to do whatever bird people do!”

Peter snorted and quickened his pace, rounding a corner and pausing when he saw the older man buried in one of his suits. He heard grunts and the sounds of tools against metal, the air suddenly filling with the smell of burnt wire.

“Oh, fuck this.” Tony growled and threw the wrench he was using against the floor before turning and crossing his arms over his chest. He stared at Spiderman, frowning fiercely. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Peter??”

Peter blinked, tilting his head. He glanced over at Clint, the other man sitting on one of the many tables with an amused expression. He rolled his eyes and shook his head, hands raising as he began to sign. What do you mean? Because if this is about Wade, you can stop right there.

Clint chuckled, turning to Tony. “He said if this is about Wade, to shut the fuck up.” He laughed, yelping a moment later when Peter smacked him on the arm. “Okie, damn. He said if this has to do with Deadpool then you can stop right there.” He grumbled, pouting.

Tony sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose between his fingers, smearing crude oil all over his skin. “Yes, this is about Deadpool.” He snapped, dropping his hands and glaring. “You know? The murderer? With a four hundred kill count? Who is literally insane and talks to himself? That Deadpool?” Tony raised an eyebrow, pursing his lips.

Peter stiffened, anger whipping up his spine. He paused when he felt his burner phone go off, raising one finger and pulling it out. He grinned when he saw the many text messages from Wade, the other man watching from afar.

I saw you hit Clint…..you should hit him harder. Also, Iron dick looks like a tomato. He should get Bruce to check out his blood pressure……or suck him off so he can chill.

Peter snorted and quickly typed a reply, ignoring Tony for the moment. That is until the man started insulting Wade.

“I can’t believe this! You aren’t even taking this seriously!” Tony shouted, throwing his hands up. “A man who has killed more people than HYDRA is hanging out in New York, and what do you do?? You eat dinner together on random roofs! Where people can see you!” Tony crossed his arms, eyes fierce. “You have no idea what that man can do. He could hurt you whenever he wanted. A crazy person has no place being around heroes.”

Peter blinked, taken aback. He slowly shoved his phone back into his pocket, ignoring the buzzing as he stood to his full height. You have no idea who Wade is. His gestures grew forced as his mood shifted downwards, mouth turned down into a angry frown. Don’t talk about him like that. He is a person. He snapped his wrist, body vibrating with barely concealed rage. I don’t know where you got it into your head that you can dictate who I can and cannot see. You aren’t my parent, Tony.

Clint gaped, blinking before he turned to Tony and translated word for word.

“He isn’t a person, Parker! He is a mutant with a blood lust like nothing else! You aren’t safe around him.” Tony slammed his hand against the table beside him, the metal bits and bobs rattling with the force. “You have no idea what Deadpool is capable of! He kills people! The exact thing that you are so against. Someone like him will not change, if that is what you think you are doing! He has no sense of remorse! I bet he hasn’t even told you what he has done in his past!” Tony suddenly turned and grabbed a huge vanilla folder, slapping it down in front of Peter and gesturing to it angrily. “If he did, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.” He reached forward and flipped it open, the file obviously about Wade from the picture of Deadpool that graced the front.

Peter immediately snapped his head away, staring at Clint and signing slowly. Tell him to close it. I don’t want it. Peter bared his teeth, his mask moving with the movement. I don’t want a file on Wade’s life. That is invasive and a gross missus of power.

Clint frowned and relayed what Peter said, voice low and neutral.

“You are going to take it! So that way you can see how much of a monster he i-!”

Peter snapped around without thinking, his wrist flicking and covering Tony’s mouth with a large wad of sticky silk. He smirked when the man yelped and froze, eyes wide. After a moment Peter took a step forward and lowered his hands, reaching for the file and closing it before raising it up. He growled and tore it clean in half, barely using any strength. He allowed the papers to fall from his hands, covering the ground with the torn pages.

Tense silence rang through the room as Peter took another careful step forward, fingers balled into fist. “Don’t talk about Wade like that.” Peter snarled, voice rough and abrasive from unuse. “If I ever hear you say that again, I will do much worse than just shutting you up.” Peter stood for a moment before turning on his heel, walking steadily out of the room. He heard Clint mutter behind him as he slammed the door closed, his sensitive hearing picking up the hushed disbelief in the man’s voice.

“Tony, I would not fuck with this one. I doubt you want to be turned inside out.”

Peter snorted and made his way to the windows that lined the walls, pushing one open and throwing himself out. He made his way back to where Wade sat, the man staring at Stark Tower with his large binoculars. He landed softly, cocking his head when he heard a giggle escape the older man.

“Wow, you definitely showed that asshat what is up. Good job, Webs.” Deadpool commented, dropping his hand and smiling up at the hero. “What did the Iron dildo say that got you so riled up? I mean, it’s funny as fuck that you just webbed his mouth shut. Honestly, I might masturbate to that later, but that isn’t the point.” Wade shook his head, gesturing wide. What did he say? You left pretty quickly afterwards. Are you alright?

Peter breathed deeply through his nose, trying to rid himself of the anger that was swirling in his gut. He called you a monster. Peter’s hands snapped downward; movements sharp. He also tried to give me a file about you, which is disgusting. For him to think I would just rifle through my friend’s life without consent…… Peter trailed off, hands slowing down. He doesn’t know me at all. He sighed, crossing his arms and sticking his palms against his biceps to ground himself.

“Oh, baby. You didn’t have to get mad on my account.” Deadpool muttered, standing and stepping in close. “I am not surprised that he tried to give you that file. Probably said something like ‘if you knew what he has done!’ as if I haven’t already told you.” Wade shook his head and snorted; lips turned into a harsh smile. “I have never lied to you about my life. Tony probably won’t ever believe that.” Even if it is the truth.

Peter nodded, slowly calming next to the pillar that was Wade. Yes, he said that exact thing. I am not a child and I am tired of behind treated like one. Peter turned his head away, glaring at the ground. I can decide who I spend my time with. And I want to spend it with you. You make me feel safe.

“I know, baby boy. I am just surprised that’s it’s me. I don’t doubt that dickwad McGee thinks the same thing.” Deadpool tapped a finger against the bottom of Peters chin, careful to keep touching to a minimum. “Don’t worry about what he said about me. I hear it all the time.”

Peter growled at that and grabbed the man’s arm, quickly pressing them together to get into his face. “I don’t care.” He snapped, voice the loudest it has ever been. “You are Wade. Not a monster.” He huffed and took a step back, flushing in anger. You are a person. I won’t allow people to talk to you like that. If they do they will have to fight me, and I will win.

Deadpool snorted and shook his head, disbelief and amusement shining through. “You are a gift, did you know that? No one else has ever tried to get to know me like you do. The only one who cares about me. Makes me feel special.”

You are.

Wade sighed, waving his hand. “You are the only one who thinks so.” He paused, a smile stretching across his lips and pulling at his scars. “Also, did you call me your friend? I finally get the title now?” He teased, bending down to Peter’s level. “All it took was someone insulting me? Damn, I should have staged something sooner.”

Peter shook his head and shoved the man’s face away from him, ignoring the heat he felt. I am going to go home and try to rest. Patrol later tonight? He cocked his head, rocking on his heel. You can buy me the Thai food you owe me.

“Love it when you get all demanding. Gets me all hot and bothered.” Deadpool groaned, pretending to stagger to the left. “My knees are weak!” He laughed when Peter grumbled and shoved him again, his teeth shining white at how wide he smiled. “Damn, baby. Keep getting rough with me and I might have a big problem downstairs.” He pointed to his crouch, hyena laughing when Peter threw his hands up and started to walk away. “Wait! Webs!”

Peter paused, glancing over his shoulder. Yes?

“Meet me at our regular place! I have something for you!”

Peter nodded before he turned, his back to open air. He waved as he fell, laughing when he heard Deadpool shout.

“Show off!”

O0O

Peter hums, blinking groggily. He smiled at the sunlight that filtered through his curtains, the clear satin lace throwing shadows around his room. “Morning…” He muttered, stretching before rolling out of bed. He quickly turned towards the kitchen, ducking under the multi-colored cloth pieces that hung from the ceiling. Peter was just beginning to start breakfast when his burner phone started ringing, the ringtone cutting through the soft music that constantly filled the small studio apartment. He reached for it and flipped it open, balancing it on his shoulder. “Wade?”

“Heya, honey! I know you don’t talk much but I just wanted to speak to you for a bit before we meet up. You don’t have to talk at all just by the way. But it is about your surprise and about a job I just picked up!” Wade babbled, his voice filling the air around Peter. It contrasted sharply with the soft glow of the morning light washing his apartment with a filmy haze, but it wasn’t unpleasant. “Okie, so I am letting you know right now that there is no take-backsies for your present. Kay? Alright, now that that is out of the way, I have some important news that Weasel told me over the phone. I think you would want to know.”

Peter hummed to let the older man know he was still listening, his hands moving in autopilot to make a small egg and bacon breakfast. He flipped the switch on his small stove, throwing a small purple pan onto the metal crate.

“So, I have reason to believe that there is a mutant drug making its way through the underbelly. Nasty stuff. I know how you love science and how you are going to college for a biochem major, so I wanted to know if you could test some samples for me? Weasel has a lab, but it won’t be able to do much. I only managed to get my hands on one vail, and I would rather it be in the hands of someone who knows what they are doing.”

Peter paused, blinking. “Yeah?” He muttered, his voice still raspy with sleep and dropping down lower than it usually was. He heard a sudden, pregnant silence on the other end of the phone, making him frown. “Wade?”

“Holy shit, baby boy. Did you just wake up? Your voice sounds like liquid sex. Holy shit fuck.” Wade groaned; tone strained. “Now I am going to be tempted to call all the time, but I know you would fucking hate that. But meh, a man can dream.” A sigh could be heard from the other end of the phone. “Anyways, sweetheart. I need you to try to figure out what this shit is made out of. Hopefully then we can get a lead. You don’t have to help me, but wanted to swing it by you.”

“Yes.” Peter said simply, humming as he stirred his eggs around before plating them. He quickly popped some bread into the toaster by the fridge, tapping the counter as he waited for it to be done.

“Sweet. This is for a job, so if you don’t want to help me outside of this just let me know. However, it is pretty gruesome and it is near your turf. So, if you do want to help then go for it, baby.”

Peter quirked an eyebrow, walking around the kitchen island and dropping into the chair by the small dining table.

“Well, that’s all I wanted to say! Sorry for bothering you, sweet cheeks. Thought I might as well ask before bringing the drug with me. Don’t want something to happen to it. I’ll let you go to-.”

“Wade.”

“……..yes, baby boy?”

“I will see you tonight.”

“.....Of course, sweetheart.”

O0O

Peter swung sharply around the corner, exhilaration filling him. He saw Wade sitting on the roof and he grinned, releasing the web he was holding onto on the upswing and falling. He laughed loudly, the air rushing by him and filling his head with white noise.

“Coming in fast! Will he stick the landing? Stay tuned and find out!” Wade shouted, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he watched Peter descend. He hollered when the hero broke his fall by rolling before hopping up. “He shots! He scores!” The older man punched his hands up, his mask rolled up halfway and revealing a wide grin.

Peter waved, chuckling. He bounced the last few steps forward, hands tangled behind his back.

“You are so damn amazing in the air, baby.” Wade commented, jutting his hip out and resting his palms against his waist. “Wish I could do what you do. But I am more forceful dominance then slender grace, I think. You know, I would love to fight with you. I think it would be pretty fucking awesome to have you spinning around me while I punch some bitch in the balls.”

Peter snorted, head dipping down to try to hide his amusement. We haven’t really fought anyone together, have we? If you want, you can join me today on my patrol instead of leaving when I do? Peter gestured, standing on his tiptoes in excitement and causally holding his balance as if it was an afterthought. Just no killing please.

Maiming?

Peter sighed and shook his head. No, Wade. However, if they are some big bad, then a few stab wounds will be fine. He joked, noting absently that Deadpool was taking small steps forward. He didn’t mind the older man crowding into his personal bubble, especially since he made sure not to intrude into Peters space if he was uncomfortable. I doubt we will be defeating any big villains, though. Already did that a few weeks ago. You know how it is.

Deadpool chuckled, leaning down to loom over the much smaller man. “Criminals always get scared when someone bigger than them falls. It’s great really. Like a vacation.” Wade smirked and waved a hand, his impressive bulk towering over Peter and blocking out the city that stood behind his back. “Now, before we go into a tangent, I have the goods for you.” I almost broke it falling off a building but that is beside the point. Wade reached into one of his many pouches and pulled out a small box.

Peter tilted his head and grabbed it, pulling the lip off and frowning at the small vial inside. It was a long thin tube made of reinforced glass, the lid of it a metal cap with a small section of silicon in the center. As if to put a needle into. Peter thought, noting it down onto his mental list. A thick purple liquid sat inside, glimmering sickeningly.

Peter pulled the vial out and shook it, his acute hearing picking up the sluggish sound of the viscous liquid sticking to the inside of the glass. He held it up to the light, pursing his lips when he saw the light shine of small metal fragments floating in the thick substance. Peter cocked his head and pulled his mask up with his other hand, bringing the drug close to his nose and taking a deep breath. He immediately jerked back when he was assaulted with the smell of burnt caramel and rotten flowers, nearly gagging as it sat heavily in his throat.

“You alright, baby boy?”

Peter nodded, signing with one hand. This has MGH in it. Mutant Growth Hormone. His hands shook lightly, body tense. It smells the same as the one that OSCORP used to make. He carefully placed it back into the box and closed it, quickly flicking his wrist and spinning webs around the box to protect it. He spread his fingers and created a small lattice bridge, hooking it to the webs on the box and attaching it around his waist for safe keeping. I don’t know what the metal fragments are, but a quick look under a microscope should help.

Wade nodded; lips pulled into a snarl. “Not surprised since that is in the report that Weasel gave me said. Which, here. I made a copy to give you in case you wanted to look into it.” He dug into a large side pocket and pulled out a small piece of folded paper. “This is all I have right now, but I do have a file at home if you want that too. Photos and things.” Wade paused before throwing both hands up with a nervous chuckle. “I am not trying to be sleazy to get you into my apartment, I promise. If you aren’t comforta-.” He froze when Peter reached up and placed a hand on his chest.

It is okay, Wade. I trust you. We can head over there tomorrow, if you want. Once I finish looking at the drug at the lab. Peter gestured smoothly, even as nerves rattled up his spine. It felt like he was taking a huge step forward with the other man, and the thought terrified him. However, it also felt like a long time coming. Even though Peter wasn’t ready to share his face, he was more than willing to share his time. I know you didn’t mean anything bad when you said it.

Deadpool nodded, exhaling shakily. “Good, because I do not want to fuck this up.”

Peter frowned, body tilting a bit to the side in his confusion. Fuck what up?

Wade chuckled dryly, dropping his hands to finger the guns that were strapped to his hips. “Us, baby boy.” Wade answered, his tone soft and filled with a quiet type of truth. “You already mean a lot to me, and I don’t want to fuck this up and have you run away. I know that the amount of people that think me in a positive light could be counted on one hand, and you are one of them.” Wade rocked back on his heels, turning away to glare at the lights of the city. “I stopped killing the little men because of you. That says a lot.”

Peter blinked, stunned. He knew that Wade spoke violence as if it was his own secret language, the act of killing something that didn’t make him blink. It just went hand in hand with what Deadpool did on a near weekly basis, and something that they have spoken of often. Wade could be colorblind by how gray his view on life was, but it was just another part of the man that intrigued Peter. However, he was just now realizing how much Wade had given him in the small time they had been around each other. It wasn’t just their moral debates and random food nights; it was also the intent of Wades actions. Like he wanted to prove something. It caused Peter’s heart to swell.

“Peter.”

Deadpool paused and glanced over, lips tugging into a frown. “What?”

“Peter.” It is my name. Not baby boy, but Peter.

Wade inhaled sharply, body going still.

I won’t run away if you make a mistake, Wade. I am better than that. He took a step forward, head tilted up as he smiled. We are friends, and friends allow a bit of leeway with each other. Peter giggled and poked the other man’s stomach with a finger. Also, if this is what could shut you up, I should have done this a long time ago.

Deadpool blinked before throwing his head back and laughing. “You are so sassy, my little spider.” He muttered, before his face settled with something soft. “Peter.” He rumbled, rolling it around with his tongue as if savoring it. “The perfect name for a perfect man.”

Peter flushed, shaking his head and pressing his fingers together behind his back. He glanced away, gaze traveling around the roof and stopping on a large blue gift bag that sat by the access door. He pointed, not bothering to sign at Wade.

“Oh! That is your gift!” Deadpool brightened, the soft aura that had surrounded him mere moments ago disappearing as he bounded forward and snatched up the bag. “I got it for you a few days ago! I don’t really know what you like, but I have picked up a few things here and there.” He turned and walked back over, throwing himself onto the ground and glancing up. “Sit!” He patted the ground in front of him, his body vibrating with excitement. “Also! Don’t forget about what I said over the phone. If you don’t take it, I am going to yeet this bitch straight off this building. So, take it or I am going to trash it.”

Peter chuckled and gracefully fell onto the ground, legs folded under him. He shook his head and reached froward, sliding the bag closer. He pulled out a thin paperback and burst out laughing. He quickly flipped through the book he had grabbed, snorting at the title. Rule book for the morally inept.

“I thought you would like that one. Will be fun to argue about it when we have our little debates.” Wade chuckled, leaning forward and resting his chin on his open palm. “Now, open the rest! The suspense is going to kill me!” He groaned, pushing at the bag.

Peter placed the book gently beside him and reached back in, the smile never leaving his mouth. He hummed, quirking an eyebrow when his fingers closed over a medium sized box. He pulled it out and gasped, his head snapping up. “Wade!”

“Nope! No take-backsies!! You promised!” Deadpool wiggling his finger in Peters face before grabbing the box and turning it to point to the back. “I didn’t just get you a switch baby boy! I also got you animal crossings! So, we can play it together when we aren’t in each other’s delightful company. I already have like; a million hours so don’t be too impressed when I send you a friend invite to my island!”

Peter gaped, eyes darting between the box that was advertising the pink and blue switch inside and the man in front of him. “Wade!” He sputtered, not even knowing what to say. He threw back his head and groaned, just now remembering when he had talked to the older man about the shitty gaming console he owned and how he had stolen bits and pieces from Tony’s lab to fix it up.

“Oh yeah, baby. Keep saying my name, you know how it gets me going.” Deadpool leered, smirk downright nasty. He reached forward and slid his hand over Peters knee and up his thigh, fingers splayed wide and nearly wrapping around the width of the man’s leg. “Go ahead. Keep saying it, doll.” He teased, wiggling the switch box in the air by his head. “Or, you could crack this boy open and start making an account.” He paused as he handed it over, head titled as he thought. “Oh, I also bought you five years’ worth of network play so don’t worry about that.”

“Wade!”

O0O

“So, this is everything in it?” Wade asked, glancing down the page and pursing his lips. “Pretty extensive to just be a drug with mutant enhancements in it.” He muttered, reaching into his bag and grabbing a red crayon. He started to write another list beside it, humming and kicking his feet against the building they sat on.

Peter nodded, leaning over the man’s arm and reading his list. It didn’t take long. Only a couple of hours. However, sometimes the simpler it is means it will be harder to track down. He signed; gaze trained on the paper that Wade held.

“That is what I am afraid of. It will still be helpful though, since I can call in some favors to narrow it down.” Deadpool shrugged, starting on another list beside the other two. “I’ll let Weasel know, and he can cash in. He is the man in the chair, after all.” Don’t tell him I said that. His ego is big enough.

Peter snorted, eyes trailing down the chemicals that Wade was writing. Are you cross referencing?

“Yes, I am! You are way too smart, baby boy.” Deadpool teased, shoving the paper closer to the smaller man. He had to wrap an arm around Peters waist to point at several chemicals since the man was so close, the heat of his body covering Peter like a warm blanket. “I know some of the drug lords around here, and they like to use the same formulas each time. This way I can rule those out before Weas can. Also, if they are similar, then that is where I will go first to interrogate them.”

Peter glanced up, the top of his head brushing against Wade’s chin. Interrogate, how?

“I don’t think you want to know, but I won’t kill them if that is what you are afraid of.” He huffed, pouting dramatically. “You are ruining my style, Petey-pie. I am not much of a mercenary if I don’t leave a little blood behind.” Wade held out a hand and pressed his fingers as close as possible together without them touching. “You don’t even let me do this much!” He complained, shaking the smaller man with the arm that he had wrapped around his waist. “Look! That is smaller than a thimble! I get more blood than this from a nosebleed!” Wade paused before he smirked. “Which I get every time you say my name. You just don’t see it because my suit is red.” He snickered, squeezing Peter with his arm.

Peter gasped and shoved the man, rolling his eyes when Wade fell limp onto the roof.

“Fucking hell, I am hilarious.” Wade muttered as he smiled up at the dark sky.

Peter snorted, smacking at the other man before he stood. Patrol?

“Hell yeah!” Wade shouted and shot up, bouncing. “Crime fighting buddies!”

Peter laughed and stepped closer to the edge of the building, wiggling his fingers towards the other man. Want a ride? Just till we get downtown? He signed, blushing under his mask. He swallowed his nerves and held out an arm, noting with amusement that Deadpool had frozen mid bounce.

“Really?” Wade breathed, suddenly squealing. “Any chance to touch you baby, is a chance I will take!” He bounded forward and threw himself onto the other super, gasping in delight when Peter effortlessly caught him and hugged him to his side. “Oh, fuck. That’s hot.”

Peter squeezed tight before falling straight off the building, laughter caught by the wind when Wade shrieked and wrapped his arms around Peters neck. He couldn’t sign since his hands where busy, so he remained mostly silent as he swung through New York. He decided not to do any tricks, not wanting Wade to fall. It was difficult enough to hold onto him as he wiggled around in excitement, the older man hollering every time they whipped around a corner.

“Fuck yeah!!!”

Peter laughed, snapping the line and flinging out another web. He started to slow as they neared the church that sat near the downtown area, his arm snapping out and tensing to stop his swinging from going to wide. It was different with someone attached to him, but Wade was a good passenger. Not tensed up like a board, but not wiggling too much either.

Just as he was about to be above the building he loosened his grip, pushing his lips against the others covered ear. “I am going to drop you.” He rasped before he let go and swung straight up. He heard Wade grunt and land below him before he tucked himself up into a ball and flipped midair. He flung another web to the left, the sticky silk grabbing the rough stone of the tip of the chapel. Peter yanked and shot towards the ground, feet slamming into the roof. He winced when his legs tingled, pouting at the small grater that had formed under his feet.

“The fuck? That was awesome!!” Wade hopped up and threw his fist into the air, body trembling. “We have to do that again!” He bounced and twirled, cackling madly.

Peter laughed and nodded, walking quickly towards the older man. That was fun. He gestured, gasping when Deadpool suddenly grabbed him and crushed him to his chest. “Wade!” He yelped, trying his best to ignore the heat that whipped through him when the mans large body pressed against his much smaller one.

“That was so fucking cool!” He rubbed his masked cheek against Peters before dropping the other back onto his feet. “I swear, cocaine has nothing on that!” He clapped his hands, not noticing how stiff the hero was after his exuberant hug. “Fuck man. I am still shaking!” He pointed to his own hand, giggling. “This is better than getting drunk at Arby’s.” Wade breathed; voice filled with stunned awe.

A laugh was startled out of Peter and he relaxed, shaking his head. I hope so. Now, ready to fight crime?

“Always, baby!”

O0O

Peter pressed his fingers against his eyes, his other hand perched on his hip. He ignored the whining in front of him, lips pressed together in annoyance. He breathed deeply through his nose, trying to calm himself.

“I said I was sorry! My hand just moved on its own!” Wade complained, pointing at his palm and flicking his wrist. “I just can’t control the stabbing urge when I encounter a good for nothing rapist! You know this, Spidey!”

Peters head snapped to look up, glaring as he jabbed a finger towards the man who was sobbing between them. “And?” He snarled, wincing when the man wailed in pain. Without thought he webbed the man’s mouth shut, not wanting to hear anymore from the criminal.

“Hey! I didn’t kill him! A stab wound in his ass won’t do it either! I would know!” My ass has had so many holes I looked like Swiss cheese!

You can’t die, Wade!!!

Deadpool huffed, pouting. “That was before the mutant immortality thing!” He threw his hands up, also ignoring the man who was whimpering pitifully below him. “I was holding back too! For you, Webs! Come on! Give some guy some slack!” Wade pressed his hands in a prayer gesture and cocked his head to the side. Please?

Peter sighed, feeling amusement fill him against his better judgement. “Fine.” He bent down and yanked Wade’s knife out of the man’s ass cheek, quickly stanching the flow of blood with a well-placed web. He shook his head and held the weapon out, snorting when Deadpool grinned under his mask and grabbed it.

“Thanks!”

Peter stood and webbed the man onto the pavement, turning to the woman they had saved and nodding at her. He didn’t get much response from her except for her spinning around and running down the street. Hopefully to head home and not get attacked again.

“Well, that was exciting. Bye mister criminal! If I catch you doing this again, I will chop your nuts off!” Wade bent at the waist and waved at the immobile man before stepping on him on his way out of the alley.

Peter turned his head to stifle his laughter, not wanting to encourage the other.

“It’s nearing morning, sweet cheeks. Want to call it a night? We can head over to my place to chill while I call Weasel and let him know what you found.” He wiped his blade off against the red leather of his suit and shoved it back into its sheath. “Just tell me no if you don’t want to, but be gentle I am sensitive.”

Of course, I want to hang out. Peter grabbed the man’s bicep and squeeze. Lead the way.

Wade nodded, pointing down the street. “It’s only about a thirty-minute walk away!” He turned and bent low, tilting his head. “Race you!” He shouted before he jetted off down the street.

Peter froze, staring at the spot Wade had just been standing before he also took off. He didn’t know where the man’s apartment was, but it didn’t matter since he was having a hard time catching up. He watched at Deadpool skidded around a corner, digging his boots into the ground and using the momentum to jet down a side street.

Peter felt something heated crawl up his spine at the show of the other man’s speed, and without thought he decided to allow his super strength go unchecked. He dug his toes into the ground and kicked off, not caring about the pavement that he ripped up as he streaked down the road where Wade had disappeared. Instead of trying to slow down he simply turned and kicked off the wall, smirking when he saw Wade turn down another street.

He flexed his legs and put on a burst of speed, quickly catching up with the other man just as he was racing for the door of a rundown apartment complex. Without thought Peter flicked his wrist, pulling on the webbing when it stuck to stone. He laughed as he flew past Wade, the man’s indignant shout drowned out as he slammed into the wall beside the door.

“How the fuck?!” Wade shouted, collapsing onto the ground in front of Peter and panting. “That’s cheating!! Holy hell! I think I am about to die!” He inhaled sharply, shoving the top half of his mask up. “A man was never supposed to go that fast, oh god!” He curled up, hugging his stomach.

Peter snorted, brushing the brick dust off his shoulders before stepping up and gazing down at the merc. You good? He signed, smiling in amusement when Wade growled.

“No, I am not! You’re a cheater!” He pointed a finger up, pouting. “Also, how the fuck did you catch up? I was running as fast as I could go! What do you have? Fucking calves of steel?” He whined, rolling his head back and glaring. “I thought for sure I was going to win. Especially since you didn’t even know where I lived! Like, how!?”

Peter laughed and reached down, dragging the older man to his feet without any effort. He gently pushed him towards the door, quirking an eyebrow and gesturing to it. Going to let me in?

Deadpool sighed, slouching. “Sure, I will. Just give me a minute to pick up my beaten pride. I mean, there wasn’t much left but hot damn give a man some credit.” He muttered, walking towards the door and unlocking it before going in. “I should charge you hazard pay. Not only have you given me several heart attacks you have also taken me down so many pegs I fucking fell off the damn board.” He walked up the small flight of stairs towards a door painted bright red, digging into his pockets for what was probably his keys.

Peter chuckled, shaking his head and following. He didn’t comment on the door, nor the skeleton key the man used to open it. Instead, he walked in and started to snoop. He froze as he passed the entry way, mouth falling open and eyes widening. The entire living room was covered in floor to ceiling bookshelves, the dark mahogany wood shining in the lamp light that glittered from the side tables. Large plants were scattered around the room, golden pothos lining the top of the shelves and spilling over the sides. Random knickknacks were scattered all over the glossy shelves, figures of hello kitty and fat buddhas peeking out from under the hanging foliage. A huge flatscreen TV sat in front of a navy couch, the entertainment center underneath crammed with movies and gaming consoles. Several spiderman action figures stood proudly on top of a PlayStation, some in maid outfits and one or two of them female. A glass coffee table sat in the middle of a blood-stained Persian rug, the claw footed legs ornate and shining. Boxes of ammo and several knives were scattered on the surface.

The open-air kitchen behind the couch was outfitted with dark marble countertops and pale wooden cabinets, the brass knobs random and varying in size and shape. On top of the stove were wooden crates piled high with random weapons, must covered in blood or broken. Black metal piped stools sat under the islands lip, the pale pink cushions looking soft and plush. Fairy lights hung under the marble countertop, the multi colored plastic fairy figures sparkling.

“Welcome to Wades home away from home!” He announced, kicking his shoes off and throwing his gloves onto the counter. He walked into the kitchen and pulled open the fridge covered in cat magnets, grabbing two cans of soda before hip checking it closed. “Make yourself comfortable. If you want to change, I have some sweats you can borrow.” I should have some your size.

Peter nodded, head turning as he continued to take in his surroundings. “Please.” He muttered, attention snapping towards the books that sat at the end of one of the shelves. He hopped towards it, pulling it out and grinning. He brushed his thumb over the cover, turning towards the older man and holding it up.

“Oh, yeah! I figured you would find something to nerd about. Dune is one of my favorite series! The second is some sappy romance that I will never show you in case you make fun of me.” Wade chuckled, placing the cans onto the coffee table before walking towards the side room.

Peter hummed, flicking through the book and snorting when he saw Wade’s scrawly handwriting in the margins. He skimmed through some and snorted, amused at the comments that the man had put in it.

‘Bro. What is with this time skip bullshit? Just get to it! Damn! Way to be dramatic.’

‘Dude. That isn’t even a plot twist. All it does is show how stupid the main character is.’

Peter chuckled and flipped towards the back of the book, a warm feeling welling up as he spied Deadpool’s handwriting all over the page.

‘Okie, can we stop explaining how pretty the main chick is? I wanna know more about the males! I mean! They have to have some nice asses from all that combat training.’

‘Dude, even I am not that stupid.’

‘Wow, the father is an ass. Sounds like mine.’

‘I am starting to see why people like this series so much. Once you get past all the bullshit.’

Peter chuckled and snapped it closed, browsing the shelves to find another book to snoop through. He snorted when he saw an old copy of Percy Jackson, the spine well worn. He quickly opened the book up, mouth tilting into a smile.

‘Damn, this kid has some balls. Reminds me of me back in high school.’

‘Holy shit, I hope I wasn’t that full of angst. Then again I have enough now to make up for it.’

‘Oh lord, here comes Annabelle. I’ll just skip the next few pages where he is waxing poetry about her. I don’t really like poetry.’

Peter bit his lip, laughter bubbling up from his chest. He flipped through at least half the book, nearly cackling as Wade’s comments got more and more bitter because of all the ‘heterosexuality. Where are my gays!?’. He rubbed a tear from his eye and grabbed the next in the series, shoulders hunching as he ugly snorted from the first page. It was literally covered in Wade’s handwriting, the comments getting more and more ridiculous. Peter didn’t notice when Wade leaned against his bedroom door and watched him, to engrossed in what he was reading.

‘Lord, but Nico is hella gay. There is no way he isn’t. Thank fuck I wasn’t that blind to dick. High school would have been boring if I didn’t swing it both ways.’

‘I swear if Percy doesn’t get his shit together, I will find the author and beat him.’

‘Okie…….this plot twist is way better then Dune’s.’

‘What the actual fuck? How? What is this lazy writing? Also, GASP! Gay kiss!!’

Peter held the book to his face, tears blurring his vision. He bit his lip and giggled, panting lightly from the urge to hold in his laugh. He quickly closed the book, hands reaching to grab the next one when Wade cleared his throat from behind him. Peter yelped and flew towards the ceiling, sticking to it as he stared down at the other man.

Wade burst into laughter, walking so he stood under the wall crawler. “I got you a shirt and some sweats. Sorry if they are a little big.” He held up a pile of grey clothing, smiling. He himself had already changed, still wearing his mask. A blue jacket was thrown over a red t-shirt, grey sweats and pink socks finishing the look. No skin except the lower half of his face and his hands showed. “Now, come down here. Or don’t. Your choice, baby boy.”

Peter flushed at the pet name and dropped to the floor, grabbing the bundle. Thank you. He signed, smiling up at the large man before dashing for the bedroom. He quickly changed, folding his suit up and tucking it under his arm. Before he opened the door he grabbed the collar of the large sweatshirt, bringing it to his nose and inhaling. He nearly moaned when his senses were flooded with the older man’s scent. One of gunpowder, blood, and cinnamon.

Peter purred, rubbing his cheek against the soft fabric. He started when there was a knock on the door, jarring him out of the little daze he had pulled himself down into. “Yes?” He called out, a flush blooming across his pale cheeks.

“You alright in there, sweetheart?”

Instead of saying anything he reached forwards and pulled open the door, smiling up at the other super. “Hi…..” He muttered, voice raspy and low. He willed his blush to go down, but he knew it wasn’t working when he felt the other man’s eyes scan his face.

“Hi…..” Wade echoed, smiling softly before he reached forward and tugged on the string that was keeping Peters pants up. “Just going to let you know, that I think you have unlocked a new kink for me. Thanks for that by the way. Love adding to the laundry list. At this point it looks more like a CVS receipt, but we can talk about that later.” Wade paused, mask moving as he raised his eyebrows. “Right now, I want to talk about how goddamn cute you are wearing my clothes.”

Peter gaped, face flaming. “Wade!”

“Sweetheart, need I remind you that you saying my name makes me a weak man? Yes?” He smirked, voice going low and gravelly. “You saying my name makes me a very weak man.” He rumbled, tone edged with something dark before he took a step back and gestured to the tv. “Want me to beat your ass at Mario kart?” He turned, giving the smaller hero time to collect himself.

After a moment Peter snorted and rolled his eyes, grinning bright and hurrying to follow the other man.

O0O

Peter frowned, glancing over at Wade as the man crouched low beside him. What do you think? Possible lead? He signed, making sure his gestures were wide so the other man could see his hands under the low light.

Deadpool nodded, pressing close to the other man. They both watched as their mark continued down the street, the woman having no idea that she was being tailed. Weasel had been the one to point her out, handing them a picture after giving them all the information he could find on this new drug. Apparently, this lady was important but they had no idea where she was on the totem pole.

They had decided to tail her for a few days, see if it would lead to anything. For now, she hadn’t done anything to warrant suspicion. However, they still had a day or two before they gave up.

“Hey, after this we should play animal crossings. Wanna show you my new living room in the game.”

Peter snorted and shook his head, keeping his eyes on their target as Wade mumbled next to his ear.

“Can we just kidnap her? White said we should. I know plenty of ways to make her talk.” Deadpool grumbled, falling so his chin rested on top of his palm. “I hate the sneaking around part. I like to go in guns ablazin’.” You know, with style.

Peter stifled a chuckle, head dipping down as he tried to control the laughter that was always so free around the merc. I know, Wade. The few patrols we have had together has definitely shown me that you punch first and ask questions later.

“Damn straight.” Deadpool paused, lifting his other hand and pointing. “Or damn gay. Hey, we aren’t homophobes here. I bet you that woman is though. That resting bitch face just screams ‘judgmental Karen’.” Wade sighed through his nose, pouting under his mask.

Peter shoved his hand against his mouth, shoulders shaking.

“Now, see. I don’t like not hearing you laugh, which makes it even harder for me not to just go down there and wham bam she done. Just a little knock to the noggin’ and our little stakeout will be over.” Deadpool waved a hand, rolling onto his side and posing. “Then once we get our info we can have some fun.” He leered; voice gravelly.

Peter shook his head, ignoring the flash of heat that whipped down his spine. “No.” He muttered, rolling his eyes when the larger man whined like a kicked puppy. You are such a child. He signed before he pushed himself up and stretched. Let’s go before we lose her.

Deadpool grumbled and staggered upright, following Peter as they quickly made their way across the rooftops of New York. “You know, I love spending time with you Spidey, but I would prefer it in our birthday suits with a little whipped cream.” Wade babbled, grunting as he jumped from rooftop to rooftop. “Now, the offer is still on the table once we end our little spy versus criminal roleplay.”

Peter snorted, not speaking or signing as he webbed himself after the woman. Just as he went to flick his wrist to get across one of the side streets he saw the woman dart into one of the alleyways. He immediately grabbed Wade and swung them to the building adjacent, trying to be as quiet as possible. Thankfully, the older man didn’t make a noise.

They both stalked towards the roofs edge, peering down at the scene below.

Peter perked his ears up, not having any trouble hearing what the woman was saying to the homeless man that was crowded against a dumpster.

“-ourse, we always have some on hand. However, you have to be careful. You know if you consume to quick what will happen.” The woman muttered, voice high and pitched. “Also, I am not supposed to give this to you, but because you have given us so many test subjects I think losing one or two vails is more than fair.”

“Don’t go trying to butter me up.” The homeless man spat, tone of voice acid hot. “All I want is the drug! Now, give it!” He tried to reach forward towards the woman, but all she did was step back. “I ain’t gonna help ya if you don’t give me the drug!”

“Yes, yes.” The woman raised a gloved hand and waved it dismissively. “Stop with the yelling before someone hears you.” She reached down and pulled a small box out of her pocket, throwing it towards the dirty man. “Here. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

The man didn’t reply, instead tearing through the box.

“Alright, I think we can go down and kidnap her now.” Deadpool said before he took a running leap and fell into the alley way. “Yeehaw!!” He shouted, landing into a roll and quickly getting to his feet. “Hands up!”

Peter sighed, shaking his head and climbing down the wall. Just as his feet touched the ground, his Spider sense screamed at him so loudly he staggered. He cursed and whipped around, eyes going wide as the woman started to laugh.

“Well, didn’t expect you two.” The woman bent her head side to side, her neck cracking loudly. “Sorry, but I am in no mood to play” She grabbed something from her pocket, quickly throwing it into the alley way before sprinting off.

“Fuck!” Wade shouted, lurching forward and grabbing the small round metal ball in one hand. “Oh, that bitch! Why is she carrying these around?” He pressed it into his chest, turning towards Peter. “I am going to go someplace for this to go off. I only have about 10 seconds. I’ll call you when my limbs grow back.” With that he reached down and flicked open his belt, pressing on a button and disappearing in a flash.

Peter gaped, blinking.

“The fuck?” The homeless man mumbled, clutching the small box between shaking hands. “Did I just have a stroke, or did that guy just teleport?”

“I honestly have no idea.”

O0O

Peter sighed and rubbed his forehead, the door to Tony’s lab swinging shut behind him. After Wade had disappeared, he had grabbed the homeless man and swung them to the tower. Thankfully, he hadn’t taken the drug yet and it was now safely in Tony’s possession. Peter knew that the genius would be miffed at being left out of his and Wades mission, and he was right. Tony had screeched at him for twenty minutes. Peter knew, he had been watching the clock while it was happening.

Now, after all that, the homeless man was with Bruce to make sure he wouldn’t die from the previous times he had administered the drug. Hopefully, it might also give Peter clues as to where the lady had run off to.

Peter sighed again and dropped his hand, starting on his way back home and towards his bed for a well-deserved nap.

O0O

Peter stared at the burner phone that sat on his kitchen table, gaze nearly burning a hole into it. It had been five days since Wade had disappeared with the metal ball that the woman had thrown, and he was starting to get worried. He knew, realistically, that Deadpool couldn’t die. However, that didn’t stop Peter from waiting for the man to call. Thankfully, he didn’t have many classes this week, so it gave him ample time to sit at his dining table and spend hours staring at the phone that seemed to mock him more every day.

Sighing, Peter stood and walked towards the colorful fabric that floated from his ceiling. He needed to distract himself before he lost his mind, and doing aerial silk dancing was one thing that he knew wouldn’t fail him.

He quickly stripped so he was only in tight fitting boxers, folding his clothes up and sitting them onto the dining table. Peter began stretching, humming to the music that filled the loft to center himself. After he was done with his set he walked slowly to the middle of the loft, surrounding by thick trails of colored fabric.

Peter chewed on his bottom lip, gaze dancing around as he tried to figure out what color would feel the best to dance with. He lit up when he spied the dark maroon silk hiding behind pastel blues, the fabric not one he chooses very often. He reached for it and took a step closer, trialing his fingers down the buttery material before wrapping his hand around it and slowly climbing away from the floor.

The soft push pull of his muscles relaxed him farther, the soft silk sliding against his skin and making him shiver. Aerial dancing wasn’t something that was inherently sexual, but for Peter it made him slip into a soft place of lazy desire. For his cock to slowly harden the more he stretched the limits of his body and the colored fabrics that he wrapped around his limbs.

Halfway up he paused, allowing the soft jazz music that filled the loft to melt him closer to the hazy feeling that he loved so much. He quickly flipped through different positions, deciding on the one that was the hardest for him to accomplish. At least it would make sure he was properly distracted from the phone that glared at him from the dining table.

He grabbed the left portion and slowly wrapped it around his leg, making sure to loop it once under his sole. To finish it he wrapped it once around his arm, hand holding the end so it wouldn’t unravel. He did the same to the other side, both legs held straight under him.

Peter inhaled deeply and slowly fell forwards, making sure the fabric was taught so his descent was slow and easy. He paused when he was facedown, slowly putting his arms behind his back and grabbing both silks with one hand. He slowly unraveled one from his arm, reaching in front and then behind to grab both with his now freed limb.  

Peter did the same with the other and slowly started to pull, his feet pointed and pressed together over his head. It strained his muscles to hold all his weight in his hands, but the burn was beautiful. His chest moved steadily as he breathed low and deep, mind hazing up the longer he was suspended in the air.

Long moments past, his inner worry and anxiety slowly fading. Just as Peter decided to switch to something else, his phone blared to life. He gasped, his eyes shooting open as he snapped down to look at the burner that was rattling against the surface wood of his dining table. He yelped and gripped the silks in one hand, flicking his wrist with the other to grab the phone with webbing. He tugged it quickly towards him, nerves lighting up the spine when he saw the caller ID. Peter quickly accepted the call and put it on speaker phone, his heart rabbiting in his chest. “Wade! Where are you!?” He rasped loudly, voice catching slightly.

“It is so nice to hear your voice, baby boy.” Wade groaned, sounding pained but excited. “Sorry it took so long to call you. Being melted by acid takes a lot longer to heal then a bullet wound.”

“Acid?!” Peter gasped, the floating feeling from before completely washed out as his brain picked up a mile a minute. “From the metal ball???” He asked, throat starting to hurt from how much he was talking. He ignored the burning and continued; his panic greater than the pain. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, sweetheart. It is a pretty fucked up weapon. I don’t know why that woman had it on her.” He grumbled, a short groan echoing over the speaker before a rustling noise followed. “Sorry, I am trying to get out of this ditch. Harder than it looks when your muscles are newly grown. It took a while for the acid to melt through me and to the ground. Thankfully, I was dead while that was happening.”

“Oh, my god. Wade…..”

“It’s fine, baby boy. As long as you aren’t hurt.” Deadpool cooed, his voice rough and rumbling deep. “I only had about 30 seconds to react, so I teleported out. I have no idea where I am, but I’ll text you when I do. Right now, I am trying to get to the closest town to get some new clothes. Damn suit was melted all to hell.” The man sighed. “Now that we know that she had that sort of weapon, it narrows it down quite a bit. There aren’t a lot of people who can access that sort of thing without some pull.”

“I don’t care about that right now.” Peter suddenly growled, feeling angry and sick to his stomach at the thought of what the other super had to go through. “You were alone. I couldn’t get to you.” He felt tears sting the corners of his eyes. “You were hurt because I couldn’t react fast eno-“

“Oh, no you fucking don’t. Crash that train of thought right the fuck now. It was not your fault. We didn’t have any idea she would have something like that on her.” Wade growled; the sound dangerous. “I will not allow you to be guilty over this. It was my decision to do what I did. Mine.”

“But-“

“No!” Wade snapped, nearly a shout, effectively silencing the protest that was at the tip of Peters tongue. “No.” He said, voice calmer but no less intense. “Sweetheart, you will not take the blame for this. I won’t let you. It was my choice to grab it. It was my choice to leave. Mine to get hurt to protect you. I would do it all over again if I have to, pain be damned.”

“Wade….” Peter sniffed, ignoring the way his muscles were cramping from keeping his position as his heart squeezed. “You didn’t have to.” He muttered, glaring at the floor as his eyes burned with unshed tears.

“No, I didn’t. But I wanted to. Again, it was my choice.” Random noises sounded from the phone Peter held, nonsensical and loud. “I would do anything to protect you, love.” Wade whispered, the pain in his voice fading the longer they spoke. “Anything.”

“Why?” Peter rasped, slowly losing volume in his voice as his vocals strained.

“Like I said before, you are the most important thing to me right now and probably ever.” Deadpool confessed, filling the air around Peter with something that felt like warmed honey and hazy smoke. “Don’t ever worry about that changing. Now, I am going to let you go since I can tell that it is hurting you to speak. I’ll text you once I know where I am. Alright?”

“Alright…”

“Good boy.” Wade growled, his leer loud even without a face to go with it. “I’ll try to get back as soon as I can. I promise.” He stated, before the tone shifted to something more serious. “And, baby boy? I better not come back to you blaming yourself. Understood?” Wade waited until he heard a muttered confirmation before continuing, voice soft. “Be safe, sweetheart.”

“You too.” Peter mumbled, ending the call before he started to cry.

O0O

A blaring sound rang shrilly through the apartment, startling Peter awake from a restless sleep. He blinked groggily, groaning and rolling across his mattress towards his phone. He smacked his hand around until he felt hard plastic, lifting it up and squinting one eye to see the screen. He gasped when he saw who it was, quickly shooting up in bed before accepting the call. “Wade?”

“Hey, baby boy. Sorry, I know its late. Just wanted to let you know that I am back at my apartment. It too-.”

“I’m coming over.” Peter stated before he ended the call and rushed to get dressed. In his half-asleep state, he barely managed to pull his jeans on the right way, already knowing that webbing across town was going to be a little impossible with how tired his limbs still felt after his aerial dance. He hopped in place and tugged his shoes on, quickly grabbing his keys and wallet before sprinting out the door. He made good time to the other man’s apartment, jumping while the bus was still moving to get to Wade as soon as possible.

He whipped around the corner and skidded to a stop under the emergency stairs, webbing himself up to the very top and dropping down near the half-opened window. Peter slipped inside, nearly panting as he glanced around wildly. “Wade?!” He shouted, kicking his shoes off out of habit as he closed the window behind him.

“Baby boy! Just give me on-.”

Peter whirled around and dashed towards the bedroom, nearly kicking the door down in his haste. “Wade!” Peter launched himself forward, uncaring that the man was only wearing a pair of gray sweats. He wrapped his arms and legs around the other super, making himself sticky so Wade couldn’t pull him off.

“WOAH!” Wade shouted, staggering under the other man’s weight. “Peter! What the fuck!?” He sputtered, wrapping his arms around the man’s waist and holding tight. “Jesus Christ on a pogo stick! Warn a man before you jump him!” He gasped, balancing them so they wouldn’t fall.

Peter sniffled, rubbing his bare face against the man’s neck, nearly purring at the smooth feeling of the supers’ scars. “You’re back….” He rasped, relief coursing through him. Peter ignored Wade as the man tried to drop him, only succeeding in making him tighten his arms and legs and stick even more. “Nooo.” He whined, pressing his nose in and inhaling deeply. He groaned low in his throat at the man’s scent, a shiver working its way down his spine.

“Sweetheart, I am glad you missed me….but, you gotta let me go. I only have so much control over when my dick gets hard.” Wade grunted, bending forward and trying to shake the man off. He unlocked his arms, thinking that Peter would fall to the floor. He blinked when the man remained stuck, not understanding the tickling sensation on his skin before he gaped. “Did you stick yourself to me?!” He cried out, amused but also exasperated.

“Mhmm.” Peter rumbled, parallel to the ground and uncaring. “Yeah.” He sighed, not even listening as he rubbed his nose up Wade’s throat before nipping at the skin below his jaw. He purred as the man jerked, biting again just to feel it a second time.

“B-Baby boy? Hun, what are you doing?” Wade breathed, hands under Peters ass for purchase since the younger wasn’t letting go anytime soon.

“Biting.” Peter grunted, eyes focusing on the scars that littered the man’s skin. “Stop talking.” He growled, leaning forward and sucking hard on Wade’s shoulder. He knew a bruise would never form, but he was going to try his damndest.

“Oh, no you fucking don’t. We are going to talk, whether you like it or not.” Wade snarled, raising a hand and shoving it against the others man mouth. He blinked when his scarred hands pressed against smooth skin, just now registering that Peter wasn’t wearing his suit. “Peter! You aren’t wearing your mask!” Wade gasped, closing his eyes and trying to shove the super off him. “Oh, my fucking god! Pete! Go get your mask!”

Peter huffed, not allowing himself to be moved. “I know.” He grumbled, sighing and leaning back. He snorted when he saw that Wade had his eyes closed, before he realized that it was the first time he was seeing him without a mask. “You’re so pretty.” Peter muttered, cupping the man’s jaw and feeling the bumps and divots under his sensitive fingertips. He gasped when Wade’s eyes flew open, the white blue color shaking him to his core. “Your eyes….” He whispered, his heart skipping a beat as they finally saw each other for the first time.

Wade gaped, staring at the man that was stuck to his chest. “Peter….holy shit. Baby!” Wade raised both arms and copied the other man, palms pressed against his cheeks. “Baby! You’re fucking gorgeous! What the hell!?” He shouted, eyes darting all over Peter’s face. “You have Bambi eyes! AND THOSE FRECKLES! Oh, my shit. I think I just fell in love again.” He stated, voice awed. “This is what was hiding under that suit? Holy moly, Jesus is soft and mild. Tell me this isn’t a dream.” Wade breathed, thumbs stroking the other man’s cheekbones. “Yellow is saying it isn’t, but white is. I never know who to believe.”

Peter giggled, blushing as he started to map out Wade’s face with his fingers. He wanted to commit it to memory, not caring how long it took as long as he could still see the man when he closed his eyes. “It isn’t a dream.” He rasped, voice nearly giving out in the end.

Wade blinked, trembling at the soft way Peter was touching him. “There is no way this isn’t a dream. No way in hell you would be touching me without throwing up if this was real.” He whispered, eyes crinkling at the corners with a very green emotion.

“Wade!” Peter snapped, pressing his fingers in hard before letting go. There is nothing wrong with your skin! Sure, there is scarring, but to me all human skin looks gross. My enhanced eyesight does that. Honestly, yours isn’t as bad as some. It also feels great against my skin. Peter signed, running his knuckles up Wade’s cheeks. “Pretty.”

Wade gaped, blinking quickly. “What?”

“Pretty. You’re pretty, Wade.”

“Oh…”

Peter giggled, cupping the man’s jaw and leaning forward. He rubbed their noses together, his chest tight and warm. “I am so glad you are back……I waited everyday for you to call.” He whispered, voice breaking at the end. He cleared his throat roughly, uncaring as he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around the others neck and cuddled into the dip of his shoulder.

“I’m sorry it took so long, love.” Wade sighed, bracing his arms under the man’s ass and hefting him up higher as he began to walk into the living room. “I would have been here faster if I could. Took me longer than I thought to reach a town. Apparently, I had teleported into Canada. Small little town near Novia Scotia. Beautiful place. Luckily, I got some clothes before I got the cops called on me.”

Peter giggled, burrowing farther in. He was unwilling to let go of the other man, to afraid of him disappearing again. “You’re here now…..” He rasped, swallowing thickly as his throat burned. He yelped when he felt Wade smack his ass, rearing back to stare at the other with his mouth parted in a shocked gasp. “What-?”

“No more talking!” Wade growled, staring at the other with dark eyes. “I can hear how much it is hurting you. If you want something, sign it. The big guy upstairs gave you hands, so use them.” He grunted, grabbing the smaller by the waist and trying to pry him off. “You also have to let go. Again. Dick. No control.”

Peter shook his head, making sure he remained sticky.

“No? What do you mean no?” Wade demanded, an exasperated grin gracing his mouth. “Sweetheart, we gotta talk about…. whatever just happened not even ten seconds ago and you can’t do that with your hands engaged somewhere else.” Wade bounced on the balls of his feet, shaking Peter roughly. “Now. Off.”

Peter mewled in protest, shaking his head even harder before burying his face back where it belonged.

“Okie, that was unfair how cute that was…..still! Peter! We need to talk, baby boy. White agrees with me and he never does that.” Wade sighed, groaning and throwing his head back when the smaller super grumbled. “Fine! But I warned you about the boner, so it will be your own fault when it pokes your fucking eye out.” He threw himself back onto the couch, rearranging Peters legs so the man was straddling his thighs. “Now. Spit it out. All the biting and cuddling…..does that mean something? Because if not, I am not even going to lie, I will be a bit heart broken.”

Peter blinked, rearing back to stare at the merc with a stunned expression. Of course, it does! He signed, pursing his lips. You mean a lot to me.

“I am glad I do, sweetheart. But the real question here is, what do I mean to you?” Wade whispered, rubbing his palms against the other man’s thighs. “Is it romantic? Sexual? Do you just get this close with people when they are friends? Is it because of the acid thing? I need to know where I stand, lovely.” He reached up and placing his thumb against Peters mouth, pressing down lightly so his bottom lip parted slightly from the top. “I am going to be fully transparent here, Peter. I want you in a sexual and a romantic sense. I want to take you out and treat you to anything you want. Then I want to take you back here and spread you out on my bed to worship.” Wade muttered, voice curling with something dark. “I am a possessive shit. I don’t share what is mine. And that is what I want. I want to own you in every sense of the word, Peter.” He paused, head cocking to the side. “Does that scare you? If it does, then we can stop here and forget this ever happened.”

“No!” Peter raised both hands, cheeks flushed and heart hammering. It doesn’t scare me….. He signed, hesitating before his fingers moved slowly in the air, eyes downcast. I am the same. If I could, I would carve a spot out of your body and curl myself up under your ribcage. Peter glanced up, swallowing at the way Wade’s pupils diluted. You aren’t the only possessive one. There is a reason I haven’t dated. They are scared of how much I want to monopolize their time. They don’t like how clingy I get. They hate how I want to know how they are doing at random times, or how I want them to be the same as me. Peter pressed his palms against Wades chest, fingers digging in. “You would be mine, just like I would be yours.” He whispered, voice low and dark. “I want to own you in ever sense of the word.” Peter rasped, throwing Wades words back at him.

“Oh, fucking hell.” Wade groaned, grabbing the younger by the hips and pulling him forward. He smirked when the man gasped at being pressed against his straining erection, blue eyes burning heatedly. “Can I kiss you? I promise we won’t go past that. I want to take this as slow as you want it to, Peter. I treat the things I own with great care.” He growled, chuckling when Peter whimpered. “Do you like that?” Wade asked, chest rumbling. “Good. Now, back to what I asked before. Can I kiss you?”

Peter nodded quickly, leaning even farther forwards and wrapping his arms around the older man’s neck. “Yes, please.” He closed his eyes, breathing catching when their lips pressed together. A moment of stillness encased them before Wade groaned and deepened the kiss, turning something chaste into something dirty.

Peter whimpered, rising up on his knees and pressing as close as possible to the other. Heated want flashed down his back and spread over his skin, a pink flush coloring his cheeks and working its way down to his chest. He felt like he was on fire, his entire body trembling with a need that he had never felt before.

“Fuck, baby. I could sit here and taste you for hours.” Wade growled, barely pulling away to speak before pressing back in and parting the smaller man’s lips with a slick slide of his tongue. They both moaned as the kiss became filthy, heady pants and wet gasps filling the air between them.

I am losing my mind. Peter thought, feeling a rush of excitement travel down his spine. His mind slowly went hazy, the other super reducing him to a mess of whimpers and fiery lust. In response Peters’ arms tightened around Wades neck, shifting even closer and releasing a startled moan when he felt the mans erection press hard against his own. It’s so hot…. He thought, his hips twitching unconsciously to grind their clothes lengths together.

Wade reared back immediately, grabbing Peter by the hips and lifting him so he wasn’t rubbing against him anymore. “Oh, no you don’t you little minx. I said kissing only.” He rumbled, fingers digging in hard when the other man tried to drop back down. “Peter. You need to be a good boy and listen. I only have so much control when it comes to you.”

Peter froze, startled by the white-hot chill that erupted over his skin when Wade called him a good boy. Oh. He thought, blinking when his cock jerked. “Do I like that?” He questioned, not realizing he spoke aloud until the other man raised an eyebrow and smirked. “No, wai-!”

“Does my baby like being good for me?” Wade interrupted, leaning forward and running the tip of his tongue along the underside of Peters jaw. “I knew you would like praise in bed. You always act so shy when I compliment you.” He pushed his nose up, forcing the man’s head slightly to the side. “I can’t wait to see how you look with you naked below me and a blush staining that gorgeous skin of yours.” Wade bit along the column of the others throat, fingers massaging the man’s hips. “I wonder how far down it goes? I bet your entire body can blush. Would love to see your pretty cock red and leaking for me.” He purred, smirking when Peter shuddered almost violently. “You like that, sweetheart?”

Peter moaned, his head lolling to the side to allow for more access to his throat. “Yes…” He whispered, eyelids fluttering when Wade chuckled darkly and sucked hard on the skin of his shoulder. “Wade!” He whined, clutching tight to the other.

“It’s alright, love. I am stopping here before I lose my head.” The older man muttered, sighing and falling backwards against the couch cushions. He made sure to have a strong hold on Peters hips, not wanting the man to try to coax him into anymore than he could give. “Why don’t we cool off and talk about a few things?”

Peter groaned in protest but nodded, reaching down and readjusting himself and trying to take deep breaths to settle his libido. “Okay…” He muttered, pouting. He glared when the other man laughed, grumbling in anger.

“I’m sorry, baby boy. You are just to damn cute.” Wade reached up and pinched the others cheeks, chuckling when the super snarled and slapped his hand away. “Don’t give me that, sweet pea. You know it is better for us to take this slow.”

Peter sighed, crossing his arms over his chest and cuddling up against Wade. “I know.”

“I know you know.” Wade snickered, shifting to get comfortable. “Now, first things first. How do you want this to go? I already said that I want you in both a romantic and sexual way. Do you want that to?” He asked, smiling when Peter nodded quickly. “Good. Now, next question. Have you ever been with a man before?” Wade pressed his palms against Peter’s thighs, rubbing gently with his thumbs.

Peter shook his head after a moment of hesitation, gnawing on his lips as he waited for what he knew the other was going to ask next.

“That’s fine, sweetheart. No need to be embarrassed.” Wade cooed, pressing a kiss against the younger’s forehead. “What about women? How many partners have you had in the past?” He questioned, wrapping his arms around Peters waist and waiting. He frowned when the other remained silent, brows furrowing in confusion. “It’s fine if it is a lot or not many. I am not going t-.”

“None.”

Wade blinked, glancing down. “What?”

Peter leaned back and frowned, locking eyes with the other and sticking his palms to the man’s chest to ground himself. None. I have never had any partners before. Life as a mute and being Spiderman made it impossible for me to have the time to invest in a relationship. I also don’t believe in one-night stands or causal flings. Peter signed, shrugging lamely. I am twenty-three and have never slept with anyone. Pathetic right? His hands fell limp into his lap, eyes dropping.

“What? Why is that pathetic?” Wade questioned, reaching up and tapping the bottom of Peters chin. “I think it is really sweet that you waited instead of just jumping into bed with someone. Honestly, I wish I had had the choice growing up or I would have done the same.” He muttered, smiling when the younger man shrugged. “Peter. I am going to ignore how utterly hot it is that I might be your first, and to say that there is nothing wrong with waiting. Even if we end up dating, doesn’t mean we need to be sexual. Don’t think you have to just because I want to. Alright?” Wade waited for Peter to nod before sighing. “Lord knows you are as busy as a rabbit in breeding season, what with saving New York every day.”

Peter snorted, lips curling into a smile. He blinked when Wade grabbed his chin and forced him to look up, the man’s eyes soft.

“There is my boy.” He purred, rubbing his thumb along the others lips. “You should only ever be smiling when I am around. Capesh?” He quirked an eyebrow, chuckling when Peter huffed at him. “Now, we are going to do things at your pace. No rushing. No fumbling around because you think I only want you for sex. I have had a relationship or two where that was never in the equation, and I never felt like it was less than any other person I dated.”

Peter nodded, warmth unfurling in his chest at how caring the other was. I like you a lot, Wade. I will say it right now, that I definitely would love to have sex with you. Just…..it might take me some time. He signed, sucking on his lower lip.

“You can take all the time you need, lovely.” Wade whispered, leaning forward and pressing a chaste kiss against the others mouth before drawing back and smiling. “Now, this is the real question.” He paused for dramatic effect, smiling when Peter glared suspiciously at him. “Where should we go for our first date?”

O0O

Peter shifted foot to foot, his hands behind his back and sticking together as he waited for the other man to meet up with him on top of their normal spot. It had been about two weeks since they had confessed each other’s feelings, and Peter had never felt so light. So, loved. Wade did everything he could to show how much Peter meant to him, and it was mind-blowing as it was addictive. Peter tried to do the same, wanting to prove to the older man that their relationship might be new, but he wanted it to last.

“Baby boy!”

Peter smiled and turned, walking quickly up to Wade when the man pushed up from the fire escape. “Wade!” He jumped forward, giggling when the man caught him and swung him around. He laughed loudly, happiness exploding in his chest.

“You are a sight, sweetheart.” Wade placed him on the ground and grabbed his hand, rubbing his thumb along his knuckles. “How are you?” He asked, chuckling when Peter bounced on the balls of his feet without saying anything. “I am going to guess you are good?” Ready for our little outing?

Peter nodded, signing with one hand. Yes! I am excited about our date today. Couldn’t sleep I was so restless. He pressed close to the other, purring at the heat that radiated from the man’s body. “Where are we going?” He asked lowly, getting distracting by the muscles that strained the leather and Kevlar that made up Deadpool’s outfit.

“It is a surprise, but it does involve my hand dandy teleportation device.” Wade replied, smirking under his mask when Peters head snapped up. “Yep! Our first date will not be in New York! Now, grab tight. It might make you sick so roll up your mask.” He opened his arms, snorting when Peter jumped up and stuck to him. “I swear, you are like a little koala bear.” Wade muttered, patting the man’s ass before flicking his belt open. “Mask up, baby boy.”

Peter nodded and rolled it up, pressing a quick kiss against Wades neck and settling in. He yelped when he felt his body jerk to the side, clutching the other and closing his eyes. It was over in mere moments, leaving him reeling. “Wadddeee.” He whined, suddenly pitching to the side and vomiting on the ground.

“I did warn you, sweet.” He rubbed the younger mans back, grimacing in sympathy. “Don’t worry, it will only happen a few times before you get used to it.” He suddenly started digging into his pockets, bringing out a container of mints and a very small water bottle. “Here. Spit out the water then use the mints.”

Peter nodded and climbed down, grabbing the offered items and quickly doing as instructed.

“Good boy.” Wade rumbled, voice deep and gravely. He smirked when he saw a blush immediately stain the others neck, reaching forward with a soft croon to lovingly touch it. “So pretty, baby.” He muttered, growling when he felt the tremble that went through the others body.

Peter quickly handed back the bottle and mints, already having popped three into his mouth. “Here.” He rasped, giggling when the other huffed at being interrupted at what he liked to call ‘his worshipping’. Peter glanced around as he waited for the other to get situated, blinking in shock as he looked out over a crystal-clear lake surrounded by towering peaks and looming trees. “Wade.” He breathed, turning in a slow circle and gaping at the gorgeous scenery that incased them. “Where are we??” He asked, voice hushed in the quiet that seemed to blanket the small clearing where they stood.

“Welcome to Banff National Park!! It is a few hours north of Montana on the border of Alberta and British Columbia! One of the places on this god green earth that has always filled me with a sense of wonder.” Wade stated, hands resting on his utility belt. “Every time I needed an escape I came here. It calms me down……relaxes the voices in my head.” He said quietly, voice ringing in the still air. “I always end up back here, no matter how far I am.”

Peter gasped, whirling around and throwing himself at the other man. “Thank you….” He whispered, realizing how much Wade was giving him with the date that he assumed would be so simple. “It means a lot to me that you would show me this.” Peter swallowed thickly, leaning back and pulling his mask off. “Tell me about it?”

Wade smiled, nodding as he started to walk the perimeter of the pebble beach. “Don’t worry your pretty little head. That will come after dinner.” He smirked and reached towards the thickest part of the forest, grabbing a cluster of branches and pulling them away.

Peter froze, gasping loudly at what was revealed. “Wade!” He snapped over and stared at the other man, his eyes tearing slightly. “How?” He asked, quickly walking forwards and ducking under the man’s arm.

A very small cottage sat right near the edge of the water, one entire side of the building nothing but large glass panels. Sitting in front of the building was a large picnic bench covered in maroon fabric, candles littered all over the surface. A bucket sat in the middle, three bottles of wine chilling inside surrounded by ice. Between the trees, fairy lights were strung up, washing the dark forest in a soft glow of warm light. Sitting on the wooden bench sat a large box, wrapped in blue paper and tied with a red bow.

Peter felt his throat close up as he walked around, smiling widely as he stared at the work that Wade had put into their first date. “This is…. amazing.” He breathed, turning and running his fingers along the wooden table top.

“I am glad you like it. I got this whole place booked for the week so I know there weren’t going to be stragglers.” Wade reached up and pulled his mask off, walking towards the cottage with a grin. “Now, want to get changed so we can relax? I got some Chinese food resting in the fridge inside.”

Peter gasped and ran towards the other man, his heart full to bursting as he gazed around at the preparation the other had done. “Of course!”

O0O

“Alright, so. Next moral question. This one will be a hard one.” Wade leaned against the wooden picnic bench, his blue shirt straining against the muscles of his arms and chest. He held a glass of red wine in one hand, using it to gesture around them. “How can you gather evidence on a corrupt CEO or cop? And would you do anything in your power, or stay on the legal side of things?” He asked, sipping at his glass and raising an eyebrow.

Peter paused, blinking. He slowly sat his wine glass down, frowning in concentration. “That is a hard one.” He rasped, leaning against the table and cradling the weighted spider plushie that Wade had gotten him as a present. It was black with a red yellow gradient on its legs and butt, the thing larger than his chest. I am not sure, I guess it would depend on the situation? Like, what are they doing that is so dire that I would need to break the law to gather evidence? He signed, cocking his head as his mind whirled. They had been talking for hours about everything and nothing, finally settling on their favorite way to pass the time with each other.

“Well, how about they are kidnapping children and selling them to labs for mutant testing?” Wade cradled his wine glass in one hand and reach forward with the other, grabbing a crab wonton from the feast that was scattered around them. They had steadily been picking at the dinner he had brought, the food slowly going cold as the hours passed them by.

Peter nodded, gnawing on his bottom lip. For something like that I would. However, how would I go about gathering evidence illegally? He asked, huffing through his mouth as his fingers moved faster as he thought. Couldn’t I do it without breaking the law? I mean, there are so many ways to gather evidence through court, so there has to be a way to do it without crossing the boundaries.

“Of course, there are ways. But are they efficient?” Wade countered, pointing a spring roll at the other man.

What do you mean?

“As in, while you are trying to follow the law, children are still getting kidnapped.” Wade said gently, tone neutral despite the heavy topic. “Doing things legally is very upstanding. However, if the illegal way was faster and got you where you want to quicker, would you still do things the ‘right’ way? To allow more children to be taken because of a moral code that was created by the government? Or would you do what you need to protect them, even if that means breaking the rules that other people have set up?” He asked, draining his glass before grabbing another bottle.

Peter sucked in a sharp breath, blinking rapidly as his mind whirled. “So, the real question here is….?”

Wade grinned, eyes shining with pride. “Smart boy.” He muttered, topping off their glasses. “The real question here is, will you do what you think is right? Or what others deem as acceptable?” He placed the bottle down, the candle light casting shadows across his scarred skin. “Once you have that answered, everything else is easy.”

Peter nodded absently, rubbing his bottom lip on the rim of his glass. “Everything else is easy….” He muttered, smiling gently at the other man. “Your amazing, Wade.” He commented, his inner turmoil over the years of crime fighting lessening slightly. He had always warred with himself over what his true moral code was, and if it was right to discard the law when needed or even wanted. Wade singlehandedly has given him what he had been looking for, for a way to still be true to himself.

“No, sweetheart. You are the truly amazing one here.” Wade threw back the glass before standing, waving over at the look that glittered under the moonlight. “Want to go for a swim before we head inside? I want to play some Hollow Knight before we crash for the night.”

Peter nodded, standing and following behind the man. Their bare feet pressed against the smooth pebbled beach, the waves lapping at the stones and dirt. He blinked when he realized they didn’t have swim suits, opening his mouth to ask when he nearly swallowed his tongue.

Wade stopped at the edge and began to strip; miles of skin being revealed as he nonchalantly got naked under the open sky. His muscles rippled as he moved, sinew and bones stretching and relaxing in a spell binding rhythm. Moonlight cast shadows across the planes of the man’s shoulders, broad and strong even in the dim glow.

“Fuck….” Peter breathed, his cock slowly hardening as his eyes danced all over the older man’s body. Wade looked like a work of art, more attractive than the statue David and the marble bust of lucifer. Peter’s hands itched to touch and without thinking he walked forward, steps silent as he advanced. He raised his hands and slowly dragged his palms down the other supers back, whimpering at the feeling.

Wade paused, his shirt hanging from his elbows as he shuddered. “Baby boy…” He muttered, turning his head and staring down at Peter. “What are you doing?” He asked, voice already husky as the man traced over his scars with gentle fingers.

“Touching what is mine…” Peter whispered, not thinking before he spoke. He yelped when Wade whirled around and yanked him close, hands hot on his hips. “Wad-.” He gasped as the man crushed their mouths together, tongue sliding along his bottom lip and coaxing it open. Peter moaned and surged forward, wrapping his legs around the older man’s waist and nipping.

Wade growled low in his throat, turning them and walking into the lake with him still half clothed and Peter fully clothed. He didn’t even notice the frigid water lapping at his knees until Peter yelped and cuddled closer, trying to get away from the cold. “It’s fine, baby. Just relax.” He pulled away just enough to speak before diving back in, a possessive rumble leaving his throat when Peter mewled and rocked in his arms.

“Wade.” Peter whined, panting as the man fucked his tongue into his mouth. A hot shiver shook him, his chest and cheeks flushing a dark pink. He shifted restlessly, not even noticing when the water was lapping at their stomachs. Icy hot arousal coiled in his stomach, his cock pulsing with need. Peter felt out of control, the mass amounts of feral lust shaking him.

“You are gorgeous baby.” Wade breathed, running his palms up the mans under thigh to clutch his ass. He pressed them together, groaning as their arousal’s slid hot against each other. “What do you want, lovely?” He asked, pressing kisses along his jaw and down his neck. He carefully walked them to the small dock that was anchored a yard or two away, not wanting to throw them headfirst into the frigid water.

“You.” Peter rasped, fingers digging into the mans naked shoulders. He yelped when he was suddenly pitched backwards, hitting the wooden surface of the dock. He blinked up at Wade, his legs spreading wide so the man could climb between them. “Please, Wade.”

“Oh, sweetheart. You beg so pretty.” Wade growled, digging his feet into the sand and leaning over the other mans sprawled form. “I want to mark up your chest. Is that okay?” He asked, gently pushing one hand under the younger man’s shirt and lifting it up to gaze hungrily at Peters smooth skin and hard abs.

Peter nodded quickly, a flash of heat settling between his thighs. “Yes, please.” He reached down and tore his shirt off, throwing it onto the dock behind his head without a care. He cried out when moments later Wade leaned closer and latched onto his nipple, sucking it hard against the cleft of his mouth. “Fuck!”

Wade rumbled, hands like hot coals against his skin as he held his hips still. He quickly set to work, ignoring the pleas that left Peter’s mouth as he set himself a mission of covering the man with love bites and hickies.

“Wade!” Peter whimpered, wiggling and gasping. Pain and pleasure sparked all along his skin, a red flush steadily traveling down his body. His fingers dug into the man’s biceps, starting to tremble as his chest grew more and more sensitive. It was a sweet torture; one he didn’t know whether to stop.

“Look at you. Being such a good boy laying there for me.” Wade mumbled, rubbing his thumb over the bruises that were blossoming along the others collarbone like a crude necklace. “So good, baby.” He bent down and ran his tongue over the others nipple, blowing air on it to make it peak.

Peter squirmed, legs kicking out at the sensation. He felt hazy and out of control, the other man calming bringing him to a state of frenzied desire with nothing but his mouth. “Wade.” He mewled, shaking his head and tugging. He didn’t know what he wanted, only knew that his partner would be able to give it to him.

“I got you, sweetheart.” Wade hummed, leaning back and cooing when Peter whimpered in protest. “It’s alright, love. Just want you to clear your head for a second.” He pressed a kiss above the youngers man belly button, smirking when his hips twitched in response.

Peter nodded and swallowed, knowing that Wade wanted to ask to try something and wouldn’t proceed until he was more lucid. Consent was important to the both of them, so Peter never complained. “Y-Yeah…. just give me a minute…” He panted, closing his eyes and trying to calm himself. It only took a moment, having gotten used to stopping if Wade wanted to do something they hadn’t discussed previously. He slowly raised his hands, signing with his eyes closed. I am good now. What did you want to ask me?

“If I could suck you off.”

Peters’ eyes flew open, his entire body freezing. He gaped, staring up at the man who was smirking heatedly above him. “W-What?”

Wade snickered, reaching down and tugging on the soaked sweatpants that rode low on the other hips. “I want to suck your pretty dick. Want it in my mouth and for you to cum down my throat.” He growled, eyes trailing down to wear the pink flush disappeared. “Want to know what you taste like and how you sound when you cum.”

At that Peter keened, nodding his head and reaching down to help the older man to push his wet pants down into the water. “Yes, yes yes yes.” He chanted, not even embarrassed when his cock sprung from his sweats and slapped against his heaving stomach. He threw himself back and stretched his arms above his head, grabbing the other end of the dock and lay there waiting.

“Holy shit, you are perfect.” Wade breathed, running his fingers up the man’s inner thigh and pushing them open. “I can’t wait to taste you.” He snarled before he dipped his head and swallowed Peter down all the way to the base.

Peter choked, hips bucking and stomach clenching as pleasure exploded behind his eyes. He had never been touched like this, and jerking himself off paled in comparison. “Wade!” Peter thrashed; dick incredibly sensitive. He nearly sobbed when he felt Wade scrape his teeth along the top of his cock, tongue darting out to play with the underside of the crown. “Fuck!”

Wade hummed, sucking hard on his way up and shivering at the musky wild taste that was Peter. He tightened his fingers when the man bucked, thighs clenching as he chased the pleasure that crashed through him. He felt the man shudder hard and he cackled inwardly, immediately dropping down and burying his nose into Peters groin and swallowing.

“Wade!” Peter cried out, voice giving out near the end as he was thrown head first into orgasm. His back arched sharply, knees pressing together hard and toes curling. He felt his cock twitch in Wades throat and he groaned deep, chest heaving and trembles wracking his body.

Wade hummed and swallowed, slowly drawing away before the man grew sensitive. He licked his lips and grinned, drinking in the limp form of his lover. “You good baby boy?” He asked, laughing when Peter merely held a thumbs up before dropping his hand to his still heaving chest. “I think a shower and a cuddle is in order.”

Peter nodded and grinned, floating in syrup thick afterglow. He felt Wade lift him up and he hummed, burying his face in the man’s neck and dozing as the super carried them to the cottage.

O0O

“So, that is what the drug does. Nothing special except when someone with a compatible mutant gene gets a hold of it.” Tony explained, pointing at several rows of chemicals that made up the purple drug that Peter and Wade was tracking. “We haven’t seen what happens yet, but it has some similarities to what made the Hulk.”

Peter grimaced behind his mask; his arms crossed as he glanced over the data that Tony had pulled from the serum. Wade sat in a chair right beside him, the man fiddling with random robot bits as he waited for Peter to need him to translate. Clint was on a mission; therefore, Tony had begrudgingly allowed Deadpool to grace his presence.

Peter sighed and raised his hands, tapping his foot to get Wade’s attention. Do you have an idea of what would happen? He signed, waiting for Deadpool to translate before pointing at a certain strand of chemicals. Wouldn’t this kill them?

“Yes, it would. Remember the homeless guy? Well, he doesn’t have much longer since he had been taking it for so long. It was rotting him from the inside out.” Tony rubbed his temple, pointedly ignoring Deadpool unless it was to translate. “The pain manifested as did the urge to take, so he didn’t notice what it was doing inside him since he was so focused on the external.”

Peter nodded, pursing his lips under his mask. His foot began to shake, his anxiety swelling as his eyes darted all over the hologram that floated in front of him. He blinked when his foot was suddenly pressed into the ground, glancing down and grinning when he saw that Wade was stepping lightly on his foot to stop him from fidgeting.

“What the fuck are you two doing?”

Peter jolted, glancing up but refusing to move. He shrugged, not caring to answer when Wade piped up from beside him.

“I am caring for my baby boy. What the fuck are you doing?” Wade asked conversationally, sounding bored as he used his knife to pry open a motherboard to rip the guts out. He grabbed some of the wires and opened one of his pouches, shoving them in a tangle and humming under his breath.

“Baby boy?!” Tony sputtered, gaping at the mercenary. “His name is Spiderman!”

“No, it isn’t.” Wade sing-songed, head bobbing to either something white or yellow was saying. Peter couldn’t tell them apart since they rarely made an appearance around him. “That is his hero’s name, not his real name. But you wouldn’t know that, now would you? Also, if I want to call my baby baby boy, then I will.” He scoffed, throwing the ruined parts away and pulling a dagger from his pouch to twirl around his fingers.

Tony gaped before whirling around and pointing at Peter. “You told him your name? To a mercenary?!?!” He shouted, throwing his head up when Peter shrugged. “This isn’t funny, the man is a killer! He could h-.” Tony yelped when a knife went flying by his head, a small gash opening on his cheek as the blade whispered against his skin.

Peter blinked, freezing. His spider sense hadn’t pinged at all. Just the thought that he felt so safe around Deadpool that it didn’t even give him a warning made him glow from his core. He whirled around, opening his mouth to reprimand the other when he paused, sucking in a sharp breath.

Wade had stood, his mask pulled up to show the chilling smirk that graced his lips. A dark aura filled the air around him, his large frame eerily still. “Me? Hurt Spiderman? I would rather kill myself a thousand ways then so much as raise a finger against him.” He hissed, his deep voice rumbling like thunder through the silent room. “I don’t ever want to hear that come out of your mouth again. Do I make myself clear?” Wade slowly walked forward, crowding Tony against one of the metal lab tables. He paused for a moment before his lips curled into a snarl, the air around him darkening farther. “Do I make myself clear??”

Tony nodded, swallowing dryly. “Crystal.” He glanced over at Peter, waving a shaking hand. “Care to call your guard dog?” He muttered bitterly, frowning when Wade laughed but threw himself back into his chair. “I don’t know why you keep him around….”

“Probably because I have a big dick.”

“Wade!”

O0O

“So, Weasel gave me more info on the chick with the acid bomb.” Deadpool grunted, throwing himself down beside Peter and resting a hand against the others thigh. “There will be a drop near the harbor a few nights from now. Apparently, they are getting a shipment to make more of the drug.”

Peter hummed, scooting over and lifting himself so he was sitting in Wades lap facing out towards the city. “Time?” He muttered, grabbing the man’s arms and purring when the older man cuddled him close. “How many?”

“There should be about thirty people. I doubt they will have anymore of the weapons from before, what with them being so damn expensive.” Deadpool grumbled, resting his chin on top of the youngers head and wrapping him up in his arms. “Time wise, I am guessing around two in the morning. You know how predictable criminals can be.”

Peter snorted and nodded, chest rumbling in pleasure at being engulfed. Wade was a large man and Peter has always been slight, the size difference vast. It made Peter feel small and protected. “Patrol? Then home?” He asked, voice raspy and soft.

“I actually wanted to ask if we could go to your place? If that is alright?” Wade asked, pushing up his mask before trailing his lips down the man’s neck. “I don’t mind only going to my place, but I would love to see the Spidey cave.”

Peter laughed, turning his head and pressing a kiss against the scarred skin of the other man’s cheek. Sure. Only if you don’t stab anyone. He signed, making sure other could see it.

“That is soooo not fair!”

You snooze you lose.

O0O

“I am so ready to see the Spidey cave.” Wade bounced back and forth as he waited for Peter to open his door. They were in civvies, having changed at the older man’s apartment before heading out. “I bet it has a lot of stuffed animals and small baby boy energy.”

Peter snorted, shaking his head and shoving the door open. He flicked the light on, the soft yellow light bathing his studio apartment in a warm glow. He stepped aside and gestured for the other man to come through, laughing when Wade giggled and bounced inside.

“Wow! Baby boy, its so nice!” Wade turned around, eyes catching on the aerial silks that hung from the ceiling. “What is that?” He asked, excitement thrumming through his body as he bounded forwards. He grabbed one of the hanging clothes, his scarred skin catching on the soft fabric.

“Silks. I use them in the air.” Peter rasped, kicking his shoes off by the door and shrugging out of his jacket. He jumped when Wade gasped loudly, turning and quirking an eyebrow. “Yes?” He asked, smiling when the older man grinned. “What?”

“Can you pretty please show me?” Wade dropped the silk and walked forward, his playful demeanor shifting to something more predatory. “I want to see what you would look like covered in silk…” He growled, pressing close and bending forward. “Please? For me?”

Peter swallowed thickly before nodding, raising his hands between them to sign. Go sit on the bed. I’ll show you a few sets before our food is delivered. He glanced up from beneath his lashes, biting his lip. I will get an erection from it, so don’t be surprised.

“Oh, really? Now I have to see it.” Wade purred before he kicked off his shoes and walked towards the bed. He turned and threw himself on it, crossing his ankles together and leaning back onto his palms. “Give daddy a preformance, baby boy.” Come on, show me what you got.

Peter felt heat whip up his spine and he swallowed a whimper, quickly turning the radio up a bit more so the air was filled with soft sensual jazz. He gazed at the silks that hung from the ceiling, seeing Wade through the gaps. He had a sudden idea and he shifted on his feet, nodding to himself when he imagined how much the older man would like a show.

Peter turned to the radio and changed the channel, heady pop music spilling through the speakers around the room. He hummed quietly to the beat, feeling himself as he side-stepped right into the mass of fabrics. He turned and flashed a smirk at Wade, knowing the man was immediately suspicious. Peter giggled and danced through the silks, slowly stripping off his jacket and throwing it towards the other man as the bass dropped.

“Oh, fuck.” Wade groaned, catching on to what Peter was up to. “You are going to kill me, sweetheart.” He grabbed the jacket and pushed it onto the mattress, eyes never leaving the youngers body as the man rolled his hips and ran his hands up his chest into his hair.

Peter hummed, his eyes sliding shut. He hooked his fingers under his shirt and ripped it off, tossing it towards Wade and smiling when the man caught it. “You like it?” He asked, his voice a low purr. He chuckled when the man nodded, the music sliding into something smoother.

He grabbed his belt and unlopped it, slowly pulling it through the hoops before snapping it against his thigh. The pain burst along his leg and he moaned, throwing the long piece of leather to the side to attack his jeans zipper.

Peter slowly turned so he was facing away from Wade, glancing at him over his shoulder and pushing his jeans down so they pooled around his ankles. He heard the man curse and he grinned, kicking them away from him before grabbing the red silk that hung beside him. He quickly wrapped it around his hand and arm, swinging himself up so he was upside down with the fabric pressing hard against his front. He grabbed the yellow fabric adjacent, wrapping it around his free arm and pushing himself so his body was a straight line with his feet pointing up above his head.

Peter took a deep breath and slowly dropped one leg and wrapped the silk around his foot and calf, quickly pitching forward so he was hanging by his leg that was bent above his head and his arm that was pressed against his side.

He exhaled slowly, the haze falling around him as he floated in the air. He felt his cock stir but he ignored it, moving his body so he slowly unraveled towards the ground. He grinned and suddenly let go, his hand clutching the fabric as he hurtled towards the ground. He heard Wade gasp and he laughed, stopping his fall effortlessly before dropping down and unwrapping the silk from his arm.

Peter yelped when he was suddenly lifted off the floor and thrown onto his bed, bouncing on the mattress and blinking up as Wade loomed over him. He swallowed when he saw the heated look the other was throwing his way, his gaze burning his skin where his eyes trailed.

“Do you even know what you do to me?” Wade asked, slowly shrugging off his jacket and stripping off his shirt. “What I want to do to you?” He breathed, bending forward and bracing his hands on either side of Peters shoulders. Wade stared down at him, a near tangible desire spilling into the air between them. “Now that I have permission to touch you…..I have to hold myself back from just taking.” He growled, slowly leaning forward and pressing a kiss to each of Peter’s eyelids so they closed. The gentle touch was a large contrast to the dominating aura, sending Peters pulse racing. “Keep them shut.” Wade whispered, drawing back and dipping down to blow hot air across the skin of the other man’s throat. “The possessive part of me wants to mark you permanently as mine.” He admitted, his voice a rough growl.

Peter whimpered, shifting on the bed and fisting the covers beneath him. He couldn’t see where the man was, but his enhanced hearing and sight gave him a good idea.

“The part of me that I keep so far away from others. But not you.” Peter felt the man trail his teeth along his hip, causing him to gasp and a shiver to work its way down his spine. “You want it. Like you said yourself, you would make a home under my ribcage if you could.”

Peter nodded, not denying the green creature that resided in the back of his mind. He knew it scared potential partners away. The mere fact of him being a virgin attesting to it.

“I don’t have to hide who I am when I am with you. You accept me, flaws and all.” Wade murmured, voice lulling Peter into a dark haze. “You’re perfect, baby boy. Every.” He pressed a kiss against the man’s stomach. “Single.” A bit on the sensitive part of Peter’s flanks. “Part.” Wade rose up and started sucking a hicky onto the others neck, joining the collection of old ones that remained from yesterday.

Peter moaned, high and needy. White hot heat prickled along his skin, sweeping down his back and leaving a pink flush behind. “You too…” He groaned, fingers twisting the sheets below him. “Don’t have to hide…” He confessed, lips parting as he began to pant with need.

“I would never make you.” Wade set is teeth into the tendon that ran from shoulder to neck, digging in slightly. “I wouldn’t change a damn thing about you. Not for me.” He snarled, biting roughly before letting go and rubbing the faint mark with his thumb. “My Peter…”

Peter nodded almost frantically, the looming possessive thing that always lurked sleeping in the back of his mind purring in delight at being so brazenly claimed. “I want it.” He muttered, the sudden thought of Wade ‘permanently marking what was his’ becoming more appealing the more he lingered on it. “I want you to.”

“Want me to what?” Wade asked, scratching his nails lightly down the man’s chest and smirking when he felt him shudder beneath his hands. “What do you want me to do to you, sweetheart?”

Peter shifted, swallowing thickly. “Mark me. Make me yours.” He paused, slowly opening his eyes and locking with the mans above him. “Permanently.” He rasped, the truth of his want ringing heavily with his words.

Wade froze, pupils consuming the bright blue color of his irises. “Are you sure?” He rumbled, pushing himself up so he could look the other straight in the eyes. “Just because it is something that I want doesn’t mean that-.”

“I want it.” Peter cut in, clearing his throat to make sure he was understood. Sign language wouldn’t be able to get the emotion’s he wanted across, and he wanted to make sure the other man knew how serious he was being. “It isn’t just for you, Wade. For me as well….”

“We haven’t known each other tha-.”

“You know me better than anyone else alive.” Peter muttered, smiling gently up at the other super. “Even Aunt May.” He reached up, running the tips of his fingers across the mans brow bones and down to his jaw. “No one has tried to learn the person behind the mask. No one has cared about who Peter Parker is. Or made the effort to try. I know it hasn’t been long since we met. However, you have told me everything there is to know about you. The same goes for me. The second I took my mask off; I gave you my everything.” His voice broke near the end, fading away down to a whisper. Instead, he raised his hands, knowing that talking would be too great for him. Never in my life have I had someone who made me feel the way you do. That means something to me.

Wade closed his eyes and leaned down, pressing their foreheads together. “If we are going to do this, we are going to do it right. Lots of talking, lots of time, and a lot of control on my part.” He teased, pressing a kiss onto the others forehead before pulling away. “If you change your mind at any time, you need to let me know.”

Peter smiled, heaving himself up onto his elbows right as a knock on the door echoed the arrival of dinner. “I promise.” He rasped, giggling when Wade tackled him into a hug before going to answer the door. But I won’t need to, it is already made up. He thought, his heart full.

O0O

Deadpool groaned and dropped the sniper scoop he was holding up to his eye, his mask off and pooling near his elbow. “God, these punks are so predictable.” He grumbled, sighing and resting his chin on his hand. “The lest they could do is add a bit of variation to there nighttime scheming. You know? Add a bit of the old razzle dazzle.” Deadpool wiggled his hands in a half-assed wave.

Peter snorted, turning his head and laughing into his elbow. Wade. Just because you are eccentric, doesn’t mean they have to be. He signed, the dim wash of moonlight enough for the other to see. Anyways, want to go down there? I can see the ship docking from here.

“God, it is such a turn on when you have skills that are better than me.” Wade groaned and jumped up, pulling his mask on and brushing his suit off. He paused, tilting his head to the side. “White said that it could be considered a kink. Yellow says I am just a simp.” Either way I am winning. Wade signed shrugged, reaching down and pulling out his guns from his thigh holsters.

Peter outright laughed, wrapping around the other man and swinging them onto the roof of the abandoned factory. He cocked his head and pointed down, punching quick to open a hole in the ceiling and peeling it open. He rolled his eyes when Wade unclipped several flash grenades and smoke bombs from his belt, dropping them through the hole and laughing.

Immedaitly chaos filled the warehouse, Wade cackling as he fell into the building and rolled when his feet touched the ground. Shouts and screams rang out, the smoke obscuring most from view except for Deadpool’s signature red suit.

Peter sighed and rolled his eyes, walking along the shingled roof and heading for the entrance. He knew that Wade had the inside handled, he just had to make sure that no one left. He knelt on the edge of the roof and waited, webbing several people to the ground who tried to flee from the carnage inside.

Peter tilted his head and chuckled when he realized that Wade was singing Great Balls of fire under his breath as he shot people in the kneecap, the mans raspy voice sending chills down his spine. The super shook his head and sent a missive to Tony, knowing the man would throw a fit if he wasn’t somehow included.

It took mere minutes for the warehouse to fall silent, Wade’s whistling overpowering the groans of pain that echoed through the air. “All clear, Spidey!”

At that Peter stood and fell off the building, falling to the ground silently and pushing the doors open. He laughed when he saw Wade was duct tapping their arms and legs with Hello Kitty tape, the pink fluorescent bindings shining in the yellow light of the building. “Really?”

“Hey! We don’t all have handy dandy webbing to make sure the bad guys don’t run! You gotta improvise, baby!” Wade wiggled his hips and continued with what he was doing, picking up the cronies’ weapons and piling them up so they couldn’t reach.

Peter shook his head and walked towards the crates that the ship had delivered, easily prying off the tops and whistling with what he found inside. He bent and rummaged through, pulling out canisters of all kinds of chemicals and scrutinizing them. He felt Wade step up between them and he leaned back, shoulders resting against the man’s legs as he held up some of the large containers. “Here. Good for your bombs.”

Wade gasped and snatched it, lifting up his mask to take a deep breath. “Oh, baby boy. You are the best.” He quickly began clipping them to his belt, humming happily under his breath. “Love the smell of danger in the morning.”

Peter snorted and pushed the box aside to reach another, handing things to the other super that he knew he would use. Might as well let Deadpool have some before Iron man got to them. When they were finished, they quickly left. Moments later Tonys bots surrounded the perimeter of the warehouse.

“Did you call iron daddy to clean up the mess? Nice.” Wade watched with his hands on his hips, smirking under his mask. “Well, have to say that was fun.” He turned and grabbed Peter with an arm, pressing him close. “Wanna go home and play Stardew Valley?” Deadpool started to walk back towards the city, not wanting to swing or teleport with his belt covered in canisters filled with dangerous chemicals.

Peter snorted but nodded, uncaring of the looks they got as they traveled towards home.

O0O

Peter sighed and swung downwards, nerves lighting up his spine. It had been about a week since Wade had come over to his apartment, and now it was Peters turn for planning a date. They were meeting at his apartment and was going to take the subway to where they needed to go, since neither of them had a car and the place was farther out of New York.

He quickly got ready, slipping on some black skinny jeans and a baby blue sweater. It was getting colder as the months inched closer to winter, casting a chill throughout the stone and brick buildings of the Big Apple. With that thought, Peter snagged a powder pink scarf and matching gloves, tugging them on right as a knock echoed throughout the studio.

Peter turned, his face lighting up as he ran towards the door and yanked it open. He laughed when he was swept up into a hug, the older man crushing him tight to his chest. “Wade!” He giggled, burying his face in the crook of the man’s neck and breathing in deep.

“Baby boy!” Wade started to press kisses along the smaller man’s temple down to his neck, growling in pleasure when he peeled back the pink scarf and spied the bruises that still marked the others neck. “You are so lovely.” He shifted and pressed a thumb against a purple                                                                                                                      mark, grinning when Peter hissed in pleasure pain. “Marked up and mine.”

Peter hummed and nodded, purring as Wade’s possessiveness filled the air around him and satiated the beast inside his mind. “Yours.” He rasped, closing his eyes and allowing the other to add a few more hickies.

Warm lazy desire filled his body, hot in its intensity but soft with its pace. His mind floated aimlessly, uncaring of what went on around him as Wade peppered his skin with soft bites and hard kisses.

“I love the pastel colors you have going on. Looks good on you.” Wade muttered, finally pulling away and setting Peter back down onto his feet. The man reached up and fixed the others scarf, smirking when the bruises were covered. “Ready to go?”

Peter nodded, lifting his hands. I have two places I want to bring you. The first one is a surprise, but I can tell you the second if you want. He signed, not feeling too vocal but knowing that the other didn’t mind in the slightest if he didn’t talk at all. I also got you a present, which I want you to open here. It is a little……personal.

Wade’s eyebrows rose, gaze questioning. “Personal? Now, I really want to see what you got me.” He cocked his head, frowning. “White said he wants to see it. Also, he doesn’t want the second place to be a surprise. Yellow is just screaming about how cute you are so, there you go.” Wade raised both hands and shrugged, grinning. “I’ll go with what White wants.”

Peter snorted and nodded, untangling himself and fetching the gift. It was in a small red box with a black ribbon, closed tightly and taped. Here. Peter placed the box into the man’s hands, wiggling his fingers to grab his attention. I wanted to get you something that was customized. Just for you. He grinned and pressed his palms together behind his back, the skin sticking and helping him ground the butterflies that erupted in his stomach.

“For me?” Wade smiled, walking towards the dining table and sitting. He carefully put the box down and tugged at the ribbon, grabbing a dagger from his boot to cut the tape. “Anything from you, baby boy, is a gift. It could be coal for all I c-.” Wade froze as he popped the top off, eyes widening as he stared down at the revolver that was sitting in plush black velvet. “Peter….” He breath, placing the lid down and pulling the gun gently from its place. “This is a 1955 Ruger Blackhawk.” He stated numbly, slowly turning it and watching the lamp light glint off the metal edges.

The revolver was a double barrel, the metal all black with thin white lines along the top and bottom. The wooden handle was stained a deep blood red, the rivets gold. The small triangle of metal between the handle and the trigger was engraved, imitating Peters handwriting.

Owned by Peter Parker

“Baby boy….this is amazing!”  Wade stood from his chair and pressed the smaller man to his chest, smile blinding. “How? How did you get this??” He pulled away and expertly took the gun apart, examining it before deftly putting it back together. “It is even in my color scheme!” He commented, growing more and more excited.

Peter giggled, nodding his head and walking to his mattress to grab the matching holster. I am glad you like it. He signed, handing it over. He watched as Wade ran his thumb along the words engraved in the metal, eyes filled with something dark.

“People would think that this was yours with it signed like that.” Wade muttered, gaze flicking up and locking with Peters. “But I know better. Isn’t that right, baby?” He made sure there weren’t any bullets in it before he set it down on the table, his attention never wavering from the man in front of him. “You got me something to show that you own me. That I am yours.” He purred, advancing slowly with his shoulders rolled back. It caused a fissure of need to shiver down Peters spine. “It being a gun is just the cherry on top. I do have to wonder if there is a meaning behind it.” He reached up and grabbed the bottom of the others chin, leaning down to claim his mouth before pulling away. “Is there? Another meaning?”

Peter nodded, swallowing. I got you the gun, because weapons are an extension of who you are. I wanted to show you that I accept every part of you, regardless if it is dangerous or not. He signed, heart stuttering at the almost animalistic haze that started to take over the lovely blue of the others eyes. We can do things later. We are going to be late if we don’t leave soon. He flexed his fingers, trembling slightly with need even as he danced out of reach with a smile.

Wade growled, following silently behind the other as Peter weaved around furniture to stay out of reach. “Now, that just isn’t fair. Leaving me all high and dry like that.” He muttered, knowing the other could hear him with his sensitive ears. “Makes me wanna chase you down.”

Peter gasped at the heat that spark up his spine at that, not realizing how much he would love to be hunted like prey. “Later.” He rasped, grabbing his keys off the table and making a beeline towards the door. We are going to be late. He signed, quickly throwing open the door before the other super could catch hold of him.

Wade sighed, pouting. “Fine, but we are getting freaky when we are home.” He leered, waiting for the other to lock the door before he frowned. “By the way, where is the first place we are going?” Wade asked, raising an eyebrow when the other super grinned.

“Aunt Mays house.”

O0O

Wade fidgeted, fisting his scarf between his hands as he bit his lip. “You sure this is a good idea?” he asked as they stopped in front of Peter’s aunt’s house. “I mean, I do kill people for a living. I don’t think she would approve.” He took a step back, yelping when Peter shoved him back up the steps.

“You’ll be fine.” Peter reached around the much larger man and knocked on the door. He heard May call out from inside and he smiled, curling his arms around Wade and holding tight. “She’ll love you.” He muttered right as the door flew open.

“Peter!” May gasped, eyes catching on her nephew before taking in the looming figure of Wade. “You must be Wade. Peter has texted me a lot about you.” She pulled open the door and gestured inside, gazing lingering at the way that Peter stayed wrapped around the other. “Peter, I won’t bite him.” She scoffed, walking down the hallway. “Now, I tried cooking but it went to shit. So, I order Thai take out.”

Peter laughed and closed the door behind them, tugging off his gloves and scarf. He knew that his aunt couldn’t cook to save her life, but it still warmed him that she had tried at all. “Thank you.” He rasped, striding up behind her and kissing her temple.

“No talking you. I can tell it hurts. If you want something, use your hands.”

Wade snorted, laughing under his breath. He had told the other man that many times over, to no avail. He silently sat at the dining table, waiting for the other two before he grabbed a plate for him and Peter. He piled it high with al the things he knew the other super liked, smiling happily.

“Well, I can see I don’t have to grill you to ask if you make Peter happy. I can see that for myself.” May chuckled, waving her fork around as she picked from the dishes around them. “When Peter told me he was finally seeing someone, I didn’t expect it to be a man. Much less Deadpool.” She commented, raising an eyebrow when the two froze. “What? You didn’t think I would know? Wade Wilson? Known mercenary and helper of the little man? The one who patrols with Spiderman? You know, your hero job?” May rolled her eyes at the others silence, smirking when they gaped. “Thanks to you, my friend Jill made it back home safe. I heard you stabbed her attempted rapist in the ass? Nice touch.”

Wade blinked before he burst into hyena laughter, doubling over and wiping his eyes. “I know, right! My hand just kind of moved on its own. First night I was patrolling with Spidey.” He hummed, cracking open a soda and handing it to the smaller man. “Glad I could be of service. I don’t need to sleep because of my powers, so I kind of just prowl around the city when I am not patrolling with my baby boy.” Wade shrugged, scooping rice onto his plate. “I do like to rest when the voices get too loud, but when I am with Peter, they go pretty quiet.”

Peter raised an eyebrow, not knowing this fact.

“We get plenty of people in the ER who you have taken care of. Honestly, they deserve it. Animals, the lot of them.” May rolled her eyes, huffing under her breath.

“May!” Peter gasped; eyes wide.

“What? It’s true!” May shot back, eyebrows furrowed. “Just because you are Spiderman, doesn’t change the fact that some people are born rotten.” She stabbed her chicken with her fork, waving it in the air with an expression of fond exasperation. “I know Wade has been good to widen your world view, but if you start killing people, I wouldn’t blink an eye.”

“I love your aunt.” Wade breathed, smile large as he leaned forwards and ignored the food in front of him. “I did want to ask about your opinion on that. If killing people made someone inherently evil. Me and Petey baby have had that discussion more than one, but it is nice to get another one’s viewpoint on it. Since, everyone sees things differently.”

“Ah, yes, Your moral discussions. Peter has told me about them. It is interesting how you two debate with the understanding that you two might not agree. Shows me that you two will last.” May smiled at Wade, sipping from her soda before speaking. “In all honesty, some people deserve to be dead. I see things in the ER that are just horrendous. I can never understand how some people can have such sick minds. Now, the thirst for violence will always be apart of human nature. Same with possession or hunger for ownership. Love and jealousy. However, acting those out without consent from the other party is just plain disgusting.”

Wade cocked his head, eyes assessing. “So, if both parties where in a mutual agreement of ownership or violence, it would be acceptable?” He asked, finally reaching down to eat.

“Sweetheart, I might be old, however I know what BDSM is.”

Peter spat out his drink, cheeks flushing bright red. “May!” He whined, burrowing his face in his hands as Wade cackled.

“Oh, I really love your aunt. Anyways, back to the discussion.”

O0O

Peter sighed and glared at the moon, turning to grit his teeth at Wade. I can’t believe you guys talked for almost four hours. He signed; eyes wide. About BDSM and the like no less! He threw his hands up, huffing under his breath even as a smile caught at his mouth.

“Your aunt is great, baby boy. Not my fault that I have things in common with May……as scary as that sounds.” Wade admitted, flashing a smile and gathering Peter up in his arms. “I am just glad it went well.” He muttered, burying his face into the man’s neck and breathing in the heady scent of vanilla jasmine and spicy cinnamon.

“I told you.” Peter huffed before he pressed a kiss against the man’s bald head. “Next place?” He asked, voice pitched low. He chuckled when Wade nodded quickly, the man’s brilliant blue eyes shining in the low light of the moon. “Alright, then. Let’s go.”

O0O

“So, that’s why I think that child molesters should have their dick cut off and their balls shoved down their throats.” Wade commented casually, swinging the hand that was intertwined with Peters as they walked down the busy streets of New York.

Peter hummed in agreement, smiling as the other man skipped along beside him. He grew nervous as they neared their destination, his heart thudding in his chest. He knew that Wade would never judge him, but this was the first time he was bringing anyone else besides May to visit Bens grave.

“After this, we should play some Animal crossings and drink some wine. Thor gave me some mead that would get even supers drunk, and I wanna try it. You know, celebrate a successful family dinner.” Wade shrugged before he paused, steps slowing as they drew closer to Harlem’s cemetery gates. “Peter……..why are we here?” He asked, eyeing the other as they stopped.  He frowned when Peter smiled at him, the man’s skin pale.

“To see Ben.” Peter said simply, walking forwards and towards the back of the huge field. He heard Wade gasp before quickly following behind, both of them silent until the smaller super stopped in front of an immaculate grave covered in flowers. Peter gracefully sat, crossing his legs and leaning on his knees. “Hiyah, Ben. Been a while.”

“Peter….” Wade whispered, lips twisting as he realized what the other was trying to do. He drew in a deep breath and sat, pressing himself against the other man’s side. He reached down and grabbed the super’s hand, rubbing his thumb along his knuckles.

“So, I know that I haven’t been with anyone yet….but!” Peter smiled and looked over at Wade, eyes full of warmth. “I found someone.” He stated simply, tilting his head up as his eyes slowly closed. Peter drew in a slow breath, relaxing as he brought to mind Ben’s gentle smile. “I think you would really like him. He understands me, like no one else I have ever meet.” Peter whispered, feeling the other mans eyes burning his skin from how intensely he must be staring. “I don’t have to be anyone else. It’s just like you said when I asked you why you married Aunt May.” He sighed deeply, feeling a bone deep sadness at the lose of his uncle. It had been years since the day he had died, but the pain of knowing that he was gone still lingered even now. “When you told me that she was your soulmate….someone that understood you without words. I didn’t believe you.” Peter opened his eyes and turned his head, smiling at Wade. “I think I understand what you mean now.”

“Peter….” Wade choked, blinking back tears and he viciously rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands. He sniffled and turned to look at Ben’s grave, gazing at the flowers that were surrounding the pale stone. “I don’t know how I found him, but I promise you I will do everything in my power to make sure he is safe.”

Peter blinked, taken about by the others declaration.

“I don’t know what Peter sees in me, honestly. But, as long as I am by his side, I will promise that he will be taken care of.” Wade turned and pressed a kiss against Peters temple, lips burning hot on chilled skin. “I love you, Peter Parker.” He whispered; voice incredibly soft.

Peter gasped, entire body locking up. It was his first time hearing the man say it, and it caused a near violent reaction in his body. His eyesight narrowed; his breath stilled in his lungs. Chills ran down his spine and spread hot at the base, skin flushing with the feeling of too warm. His mouth and hands felt numb, ears buzzing. A tidal wave of emotion drowned him as Peters head snapped up to stare at the other man.

Wade, knowing that the other was slightly overwhelmed, smiled. “I love you.” He repeated, firm and unforgiving as he brushed the back of his knuckles against the smaller mans face. “I love you, so much.” He pressed another kiss to Peters forehead, humming happily to himself.

Peter gasped as if his head broke water, his body moving before he even registered it. He tackled the man onto the ground, whimpering loudly as he peppered kisses along the other super’s neck and face. “Pleasepleaseplease.” Peter chanted, grinding his erection against Wade’s thick thigh. He was dizzy with how fast he had gotten hard, his limbs feeling sluggish as he wrapped his arms around his partner’s neck.

Wade yelped before a growl left his throat, arms squeezing Peter tight as he fingered his belt and unclipped his teleporter. Without another word he slammed his palm against it, the air being sucked dry around them before they fell in a heap on Wades living room floor.

Peter pushed himself up, thighs falling open to bracket the others hips and grinding down almost frantically. “Please.” He whined, fingers clutching at Wades shirt and sticking. He tugged hard, ripping the shirt clean down the middle before skating his palms down the length of corded muscle and scarred skin.

“Fuck!” Wade gritted his teeth, quickly grabbing Peters hands and spinning them around so he could press the other into the hardwood floors. “Baby boy.” He leaned down and nipped at his neck, voice rumbling from his chest. “What do you want, love?” Wade muttered, pushing his fingers into the man’s shirt and pressing against smooth skin.

“You! I want you!” Peter nearly sobbed, not caring how feral he sounded. He had never had anyone but Aunt May love him, and Wade loved him in a way that no one else has. Hearing the mans declaration of his feelings felt like the little control he had shatter, allowing the possessive beast inside him roar to claim what was his. “Inside! Inside me, please!”

Wade snarled, rearing back and grabbing the man’s thighs and squeezing hard. “Peter, I don’t think your first time should be-.”

“Wade! Please! Pleaseplease.” Peter begged, wrapping his legs around the man’s hips and pulling him forward effortlessly. He bucked up, hands above his head and sticking to the floor for purchase. His eyelids fluttered as he watched Wade finally snap, his large palm suddenly around Peters throat and holding him down. “Ohmyfuckinggod.” Peter wheezed, back arching obscenely as his vision swam.

“You asked for it, baby boy. Don’t go crying when I get to rough.” Wade snarled; lip peeled back so his canines flashed. “We use the color system starting now. If you can’t talk, push me off. I know you are stronger than me.” He loosened his fingers, smirking when the man greedily sucked in air.

“Yes! Claim me. Fuck me. Take me!” Peter sobbed, mind sinking as Wade manhandled him roughly so he was practically presenting to the other. He felt Wades hands like hot brands on his hips, pushing his waist down. Legs shaking he spread his thighs, curving his spine and dropping his head in clear submission.

Peter felt the air grow colder around him as he let go, shivering in anticipation at the feral need that he could feel pulsing in the air between them. It made him purr, just the thought that Wades inner beast could clash equally with his own making his cock twitch. He knew that for most people, the sex that they were about to have would be much too violent for them. However, they were both supers and both crazed with the need to claim. For them, it just made sense.

“Fuck, I wanted to go slow with you the first time.” Wade grumbled, pushing the man’s shirt up so it pooled around his neck and shoulders. “But you just drive me so fucking crazy.” He suddenly stood, pressing his hand against Peters spine. “Don’t move.”

Peter whimpered, not moving a muscle as he heard Wade stand and walk towards his room. He knew what he was grabbing and his hole clenched, anticipation hot. He heard the other man come back and he nearly moaned as he shimmied his hips, wanting to feel the others hard length inside him.

“God fucking dammit. Look at you. So fucking gorgeous.” Wade dropped to his knees and pressed in close, shrugging his ripped shirt off and placing a bottle of lube next to them on the coffee table. “I am going to fucking wreck you.”  

Peter nodded quickly in agreement, gasping when he felt cold metal press against the dip in his back. “Fuck.” He hissed, realizing it was a knife and stilling. His mind tumbled all over itself, not in fear but in heady excitement. Peter wanted Wade to cut him, to make permanent marks all over his body to show his claim.

“Color.” Wade growled, twisting the knife in his hand and pressing the tip directly against the man’s skin.

“Green!” Peter blurted, shivering as he tensed his muscles so he wouldn’t move. A sudden white-hot flash of pain burst along the small of his back, making him cry out. Moments later, hot blood slid down his spine, marking his skin a brilliant hue of ruby. “Again!” He begged; voice strained with need.

“You are so fucking perfect for me.” Wade lifted the knife and stared, erection twitching against the other mans clothed ass. “Another one?” He asked, again resting the sharp tip against soft skin.

Peter nodded and whimpered, gasping when another stripe of pain made him see stars. “Yesssss.” He hissed, turning his head so he could press his cheek against the cold wood of the floor. “Wade! Need you!”

“I got you sweetheart.” The other rumbled, the darkness in his voice causing goosebumps to erupt all over the smaller man’s body. “Can you handle two more?” He asked, trailing his finger down Peters back and smearing blood all over his marble-colored skin.

Peter nodded, knuckles white as he pulled his arms under his chest to fist his shirt. He felt the other run a thumb along his cuts, body trembling with ravenous need.

“You’re doing so good for me baby. Just a bit longer and I’ll stretch out your hole with my cock.” Wade promised, tracing the two cuts he had created before lifting his knife back up. “Color?”

“Green.” Peter panted, eyes rolling back in his head as he felt the sharp metal slice him open. The feeling was everything he wanted, making his muscles go lax as the burning feeling sparked. He rubbed his cheek against the ground, sweat steaming up the wood paneling. “Green. Greengreengreen. Please, Wade.” He breathed, feet curling in his shoes as he arched his back a little more.

“I have always thought that red looks incredible on you, baby boy.” Wade confessed, coating his hand with blood and wrapping it around the others hip to hold him still. “Last one.” He muttered absently, carefully dragging the blade along Peters skin.

Peter moaned and pressed his fingers hard against his chest, shivering. The pain throbbed up and down his body, causing his cock to twitch as if it was connected to the searing lines that crisscrossed his back. “Oh, god.” He groaned, sucking in air greedily as his vision swam.

“Color, baby?” Wade asked, sounding like silk in a smoke-filled den.

“G-Green….”

“Good boy.” The other man praised, dropping the knife onto the coffee table. He quickly reached around and unbuttoned Peters pants, dragging it all down at once to tangle around his knees. “Look at you. Such a pretty little thing. Laying there and begging for me to hurt you.” Wade whispered, grabbing Peters ass cheeks with rough hands and spreading the man wide.

Peter gasped, squirming. He stretched his arms back out, digging his fingers into the floor. A sharp moan escaped his chest when he felt Wade lick a long stripe from balls to crack, the mans hot breath causing him to shiver. “Wade!”

“I got you.” Wade muttered before he dived in and ate the other out.

Peter scrambled, the pleasure bursting behind his eyes. “Fuck!” He rasped, voice quickly leaving him. Apparently crying out to get fucked did that to a self-imposed mute. Who knew? “Please!” He begged, grinding back on the others face.

Drool dripped from his thoroughly wet hole, ass clenching around nothing as Wade tongued at the tight entrance with sharp jabs. It felt incredible, but also not enough. Peter was not opposed to begging more for what he wanted when he felt a single thick finger slowly push inside. It was lubed up. How Wade did it without him noticing he would never know.

Instead of trying to figure it out he bucked his hips, the slight uncomfortable feeling of being stretched passing when Wade pressed in deep and glanced his prostate. “Fuck!” Peter cried out, voice nearly giving out. His cock was drooling a continuous stream of pre onto the floor, a small puddle already forming under him.

“There it is! Was wondering when I would hit the happy button!’ Wade cooed, rubbing the spongy spot relentlessly. He smirked when he had to hold the man still, eyes drinking in the sight before him. Without thinking he suddenly leaned down and ran his tongue along one of the weeping cuts on Peters skin, making them both groan.

Peter writhed, pleasure nearly blinding him as his eyes rolled back. His body convulsed as Wade refused to let up on his prostate, his hands snapped back to curl around the mans belt loops so he had something to hold onto.

“Your tight, baby. Can’t wait to feel you squeeze around me while I breed you.” Wade growled, not even hearing himself as he pulled his fingers out before pushing two back in and thrusting hard and fast.

Peter stiffened, heat flashing up his body. “B-Breed me?” He echoed, eyes wide and unseeing as he suddenly jerked. His cock twitched, hole clamping down around the thick digits inside him. “WADE!” Peter cried out, voice finally giving out and petering off to raspy whimpers and mewls as his orgasm swelled tight in his stomach before pulsing out. White cum spread under him, limbs trembling violently as he pulled the man closer by his pants and curled in on himself.

Peter pressed his forehead against the floor and panted, tears gathering along his eyelashes before dripping down. The after shocks felt just as good as his climax, tremors racing down his spine. The blood that wept from his cuts finally hit his neck, the sensation of slick heat arousing.

“Holy shit.” Wade breathed, fingers still before he suddenly pushed in three and started to ram them against Peters prostate. “So. Fucking. Hot.” He snarled; teeth clenched tight.

Peter rose up onto his knees as oversensitivity burned bright, mouth open in a silent scream.

“Color?!” Wade demanded earnestly, feral and dark.

Peter gasped, sweat trickling down his brow and stinging his eyes as he shook. It took several tries before he could speak, throat closing up slightly from the feeling of too much too soon. “Green!” He sobbed, raspy and broken. He felt himself grow hard again, throbbing almost painfully from the overstimulation.

“Good boy.” Wade quickened the pace, rocking the others body. Luckily, Peters hold on his belt loops kept him from sliding across the floor. “Are you ready to be fucked?” He purred, eyeing the flush that was spreading under the smears of blood that marked the others skin in the color of wet crimson.

Peter swallowed, lips parted and chest heaving as he panted. He nodded frantically when he managed to parse out what the other man asked, dick twitching at the thought of the other finally claiming him. He whined when he felt Wade pull his fingers free before he heard the sound of a wrapper tearing.

Peter immediately turned his head and grabbed the condom from the other super’s hands, throwing it viciously off to the side. “No. Want you to cum inside.” He growled, voice low and stilted as his vocal cords worked overtime. He locked eyes with the other, shivering in excitement as Wades pupils swallowed up the blue brilliance of his irises. “Wanna feel it.”

“You are going to kill me, baby.” He reached down and unzipped his pants, pushing them under his balls so he was free of the restricting fabric.

Peter flashed a smile before turning back around and arching his back, ass jiggling as he tilted his hips up. “Inside.” He demanded, tugging on the mans belt loops for emphasizes. A gasp tore from his throat as lube was dripped cold onto his crack, sliding down and making a mess.

“I won’t be asking for a color anymore. If you need to, say it and we can stop.” Wade hissed, throwing the bottle to the side and slicking up his hard length. He knew he was a bit above average, sitting at a nice eight inches. Not only that but he was also thicker, making him worry about hurting the other. “Breath.”

Peter drew in a shaky breath, mouth falling open and body tensing when he felt the head of the man’s cock against his hole. Wade slowly pushed past the tight muscles of his entrance, tip popping in as he gradually filled him.

Oh.

Good.

God.

Peters’ eyes rolled back in his head at the stretched, thighs trembling. Ecstasy exploded through him, shuddering violently. His mind froze and the beast inside suddenly grabbed the reins, arms pulling so Wade slammed the rest of the way inside him. “FUCK!”

“Peter!” Wade cried out, falling forward and catching himself with his palms on the other’s shoulders. It caused him to push deeper, hands cutting off Peters air as his chest was crushed against the ground. Wades dick rubbed against the smaller mans prostate and Peter was gone.

His orgasm tingled at his feet and spread across his entire body, stiffening at the intense surge of pleasure. Peters cock jerked as he came, his hole tightening around the others thick length. His mind completely blanked out, white haze falling over his vision. His jaw clenched, teeth grinding together as he shuddered and convulsed. A strangled growl tore from his throat, his breathing still constricted from the other man’s weight.

“Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck.” Wade chanted, trying not to move as the other mans channel clamped down around him. Almost milking him. He raised a hand and bit into his finger, holding his orgasm back by pure willpower.

Peter gasped wetly, tears dripping from his eyes. His cock hurt from cumming so hard, his tense muscles suddenly going lax. He could feel his knees protesting and he whined, rubbing his forehead against the ground harshly.

Wade noticed the others slight discomfort and pushed himself upright, grabbing the man’s waist and slowly pulling out.

Peter mewled in panic, desperation rising as he felt the other man leave him. “No! Nonono. Give it back! Give it back!” He begged, chest heaving as he sobbed brokenly. Peter yelped when he was suddenly flipped, his pants and shoes and socks flying off his body.

Wade threw the man’s legs over his shoulders and bent him in half, thrusting in and sheathing himself on one go. He gritted his teeth when Peter cried out, spine arching at the feeling of fullness that sent his mind into overdrive.

“Yes!” Peter panted, voice cracking. The cuts along the small of his back burned, blood smearing on the ground under him as Wade immediately set a hard pace. Peters mouth fell open, moans almost soundless. He pushed himself against the unforgiving dick that slammed against his prostate, the pleasure burning now as his skin pricked with white hot over sensitivity.

“You feel so good, baby.” Wade grunted, sweat dripping down his brow. “I don’t think I’ll last.” He suddenly smirked, eyes flaring with heat. “But don’t worry. Because of my healing ability, I can stay hard for hours.” He rumbled, teeth flashing.

Peter gasped; tear filled eyes widening. “H-Hours?” He stuttered, ass clenching hard at the thought.

Wade nodded and laughed, the dangerous aura that always seemed to linger exploding and sending shivers down the smaller mans back. “Hours.” He repeated, hips snapping brutally. “I’ll breed you good, baby.” Wade growled, fingers digging into the other super’s thighs as he angled his thrusts and relentlessly pushed against the man’s sweet spot.

Peter moaned, eyes rolling back. He didn’t think he could cum anymore, but he was proven wrong as the other man made good on his promise. He thinks he hit a world record for how many orgasms one can have in one night, but that was a thought for another day.

O0O

Peter smiled up at Wade, pressing a kiss to the man’s skin. Morning. He signed; voice gone from the last few days. They had fucked like animals, the apartment a mess from all the cum and lube and blood that was smeared everywhere. Even now, Peters body throbbed as a reminder.

“Hello to you to, beautiful.” Wade chirped back, flipping the pancakes he was making. Beside him was a tower of them, since they both had to eat so much because of their metabolism. “How are you feeling?” He asked, chucking when Peter groaned and climbed onto his back. “Whatcha’ doing there, baby?”

Peter pouted, swinging his legs so he was curled against the others back, feet locked around his waist and arms wrapped around his neck. He didn’t even both signing, just sighed and buried his face into Wades shoulder. They continued like this until the larger man was satisfied with the amount of food, shrugging the other off and handing him a plate.

“Eat.” Wade demanded, pressing a kiss against Peters forehead. “Stark texted you earlier by the way. So, after we are done, we should head over.” He pulled the burner from his pocket, placing it besides the other man’s elbow. “Didn’t mean to snoop, but he wasn’t going to leave you alone until he got an answer.”

Peter shrugged, uncaring. After all, he did now have a large scarred W on the small of his back. The other man looking through his phone felt trivial compared to that. Doesn’t matter. You know I won’t hide anything from you. He signed quickly before picking up his fork.

Wade paused, blinking, before a blinding smile lit up his face. “Same to you, sweet cheeks.” He sat across from Peter, the two digging in before getting ready to head out. It didn’t take them long to reach the tower, but their progress was slower on account of Peter still healing from the sex marathon they had finished just the night before.

“I swear, if this old man has nothing good to say, we should break into his office and have crazy sex on his desk.” Wade grumbled, not happy that they had to leave the apartment. He wanted to keep the other man all to himself, even if he knew the thought was unreasonable.

Peter chuckled and shook his head, pushing open the door to Tonys lab and spotting the man near a large screen. He didn’t bother saying anything, just quietly walked towards him while Deadpool gasped and waved.

“Hiyah, Tin can!” Wade shouted, chuckling when Tony jumped and whirled around. “Sorry, it took so long to get here! We were a bit…. busy.” He smirked under his mask. “Now, what is the rush? Couldn’t call us for anything nice? It being work all the time is boring!” He whined, skipping over to the man and throwing himself onto the metal lab table that sat beside him.

“Deadpool. Annoying as always.” Tony grumbled, sighing and turning towards Peter. “We managed to track down the organization that is creating the serum. Thought that you two would like to take it down yourselves since it is near your turf.” He turned towards the screen and flicked his fingers, the map zooming in on a church that was mere blocks from Peters apartment. “They are working in the basement. Somehow, I doubt that this is what ‘God would have wanted’.”

“Damn straight.” Wade interjected, waving when Tony whirled to look at him with a sour expression. “Man, your ugly mug is not the thing I want to see. So, carry on.” He pointed back at the picture of the church, grinning.

Tony rubbed his forehead with his fingers, glancing at Peter. “I really don’t know how you deal with him.” He shook his head, crossing his arms. “Besides that, I have a file for you two that has everything you need to know in it. Ill be on standby when you two are done for clean up.” He walked towards a desk that was filled with towers of papers, quickly sorting through it before producing a manilla folder.

Peter nodded and grabbed it, flipping it open as Wade stood to look over his shoulder.

“Thanks, iron dick. This will be helpful.” Wade glanced over the contents before pulling it gently from the smaller man’s hands. “I’ll give it to Weasel. This way we can have a man in the chair.” He waved the folder, swinging an arm around Peters shoulders and pulling him close. “Anything else you need?”

Tony stared for a moment before turning, expression pinched. “Yes, actually.” He hesitated before sighing, shoulders lumping. “Could you two go to Bruce? He wanted to get your guys state of health in case something happens and you ingest some of the serum. This way he can reverse it if need be.”

Peter blinked before he shrugged, nodding.

“Not me, it won’t matter for me. I heal even if I die. Peter should though.” Wade nodded; voice serious before he brightened. “Do you think Bruce would give me a lollipop?” He asked, turning from Iron man and missing the contemplative look that was sent to the retreating backs.

O0O

“You can leave your mask on, Spiderman. I know how much you value your identity.” Bruce rolled closer to the examination table where Peter sat, clipboard in hand. “I do need you to strip and change into these. It will make it easier for me to see vitals.” He handed a pair of shorts to the other man, raising an eyebrow when the man paused. “What it is?”

Peter stared at the cloth, mind racing as he catalogued all the bruises and marks on his body.

Wade, knowing what the other was thinking, stepped forward. “Is it really necessary?” He asked, crossing his arms. He liked Bruce, but he didn’t know how he would react to the violent way they have sex. Sure, they had plenty of moments of softness, but they realized it isn’t what they preferred.

“Yes, it is. The material that Spiderman uses for his suit will get in the way of the scanner.” Bruce commented, frowning. He turned towards the sitting man; face carefully neutral. “Is there something you want to tell me? A reason for you not wanting to change? I won’t judge you, if that is what you are thinking.”

Peter glanced up, lens narrow. He didn’t hear the skip of the other man’s heart, meaning he wasn’t lying. With a sigh he nodded, gesturing for the doctor to turn around. He quickly stripped, pushing his mask up so it was around his nose. He decided to stand, hands resting at his sides. He cleared his through, still as he took in the other man’s reaction.

“What-?” Bruce paused and stood, circling the others body and frowning. He placed his clip board on the table beside him, crossing his arms. “Spiderman.”

Peter turned; head tilted to the side. He saw Wade sit on the exam table, the mans posture relaxed, but aura dangerous. Yes? He signed. He knew Bruce could understand, but he would have to go slower than normal.

“Is this…” He waved at the ridiculous number of bruises and hickies that littered the others skin. Bruce had also noted the scarring on the mans lower back, clearly healed recently. “Was all of this consensual?” He asked, not looking over at Deadpool. “I don’t like to assume, since I don’t mind Wade. However, I have to ask.”

Peter nodded, stepping towards Wade and standing between his spread thighs. Yes, it all was. He always asks to make sure it is something I want. He signed, smiling. He makes sure I am well taken care of after, as well. He would never hurt me without me asking for it.

Bruce nodded before he turned and opened a cabinet. “Alright, I just wanted to be sure. Now, I am not one to judge. Since I can kind of understand it.” He sighed and turned, handing Peter a large plastic tub filled with white paste. “However, others might.” Bruce stated, “Use them on your cuts. Don’t want them to get infected. It will also help with bite marks. I know you heal, but this way it will heal faster. Now, it won’t do anything for scarring, but I am guessing you want to keep them.”

Peter stared down at the tub in his hands, mind reeling.

“You aren’t going to say anything?” Wade questioned, voice a deep rumble. “Like to Tony or the others?” He wrapped an arm around Peters waist, nuzzling his shoulder.

Bruce immediately shook his head, frowning. “That isn’t any of their business. As long as it is consensual and everyone involved knows what is going on, why should others care? It isn’t going to hurt them.” The doctor suddenly glared at the both of them, expression serious. “Now, if it gets out of hand you better call me. Either of you. I can’t really understand the thought of hurting the person you care about; however, I know it is a common enough thing.”

Peter glanced up; chest tight. Why? Why are you so understanding? Someone like Tony would be disgusted. He signed, not knowing what he was feeling, but he knew that it was there.

“Tony doesn’t know everything.” Bruce replied simply, reaching up and pushing his glasses farther up his nose. “Also, when it comes to you two, the man has no rational thought. I truly don’t understand why he hates Wade so much, but its true. I know he wants me to give him the files on you, Spiderman. However, I am not writing anything that we have just discussed down. It isn’t his business.”

Peter nodded swallowing. He turned and set the tub on the table beside Wade.

“I knew I always liked you.” Wade commented, pressing a masked kiss against the other man’s forehead before standing. “If you need anyone killed, I’ll do it for free.” He chuckled when Bruce wrinkled his nose. “Now, take care of my boy.”

“Yes, sir.”

O0O

Peter sat on the couch, staring at the tub that Bruce had given him. He was naked, waiting for Wade to get out of the shower so he could apply the salve onto the bites and cuts on his skin. He didn’t mind the pain, but if the two of them were going to go after the group that created the serum, he needed to be in top form to take them down.

“What’s on your mind, sweetheart? You haven’t even signed anything to me since we left Banners office.” Wade pulled on a shirt, sweatpants hanging low on his hips. “I’m sorry he had to find out. I know you don’t want people to know since they could react badly.”

Peter glanced up, smiling softly at the other. It isn’t that. He signed slowly, trying to gather his thoughts as Wade lifted him up and settled behind him. He hissed when the man stared to gently rub in the substance onto his skin, covering the numerous marks with careful touches.

“Then what is it?” Wade dipped his fingers back into the jar before massaging it into the smaller man’s skin. He grinned when Peter seemed to purr, the contented sound filling the air between them.

It was how Bruce didn’t judge. I honestly didn’t think we would ever get reaction. It surprised me is all. Peter signed, head lolling to the side as the other man rubbed hard into his shoulders. A moan slipped from his mouth unbidden, back arching as the slight pain began to pulse through his body.

Wade hummed, nodding. “There are people who are similar to us, baby. If you want, I can always call up a few friends of mine. If not, no harm done.” He shrugged, pushing Peter so he was bent farther over to reach the base of his spine.

Peter nodded, shooting a smile over his shoulder. “Thank you.” He rasped; voice heavy.

“No problem, sweetheart. Just doing my job as the best boyfriend ever.” Wade pulled the other man against his chest, reaching down with fingers covered in salve. “Afterall, a happy partner means a happy life.” He snarked, spreading the substance along the inside of Peters thighs. He had been pretty heavy with the biting there, loving how the man would react.

Peter gasped, wrapping an arm around Wades neck and shivering.

“By the way, when do you wanna do the drop?” The larger man asked, sliding his fingers under the others knee and spreading his thighs obscenely wide. He hooked Peters legs on top of his, making sure he was presenting. “We should do it before the end of the week, at least.” He hummed, gathering more of the paste and bringing his hand down. “Afterall, the sooner we can finish this the better.”

Peter whimpered when Wade pushed two fingers inside him, spreading the salve all over his abused hole. “F-Fuck.” He stuttered, hips bucking before the man clamped a hand down on his stomach to stop him from moving.

“I know. So sensitive.” Wade cooed, slowly withdrawing his fingers before lifting Peter. “Stand.” He ordered before he quickly shoved his pants down. He swiped his fingers into the tub again before spreading it on his hard erection. “Here. Sit.”

The smaller man shook, chest rumbling as he was slowly filled. He gasped when Wade suddenly pulled him all the way down, ass flush with his groin. Peter whined, leaning back and wrapping his arms around the other man’s neck.

“There we go.” Wade gently bit into the others shoulder, reaching down to hook Peters thighs back over his legs. “Now, you are going to sit here and be good.” He grabbed the manilla folder beside him, flipping through it. “I want you to think about what you want once I am done reading this. Understood?”

A whimper fell from Peters mouth as he nodded, mind already hazing as he felt the hard length inside him twitch. He got himself comfortable, squeezing down on Wade with a smirk. Peter yelped when the man immediately slapped his thigh harshly, the sting making his cock throb.

“Be good.” Wade growled, his attention firmly on the folder beside him.

Peter purred, eyelids fluttering shut as he reveled in the feeling of being filled and held. Nothing could get better than this. Scratch that; getting fucked would make this better, but Peter could wait. With that in mind he went limp, moaning when Wade would rock into him every now and again.

“Well, it seems that they operate through the night. Surprise.” Wade sighed and shook his head, reaching down almost absently and running his nails along the inner skin of Peters thighs. “I think we should hit them around Friday. Before church is filled for the weekend.” He mumbled, fingers tracing up the others leg before he felt where his cock was filling Peters hole. Wade pressed against the mans stretched entrance, humming to himself when he felt him clamp down.

Wade flipped to the next page, continuing reading even as Peter started to whine at the overstimulation. “Color?” He asked, pausing.

“G-Green. Very green.” Peter panted, trying to keep his hips still like the other had asked.

“Good boy.” Wade cooed, turning back to the folder. It took about half an hour to read it all the through, with Peter slowly coming undone throughout that time. The larger super closed it and threw it onto the coffee table, smirking. “You did so well, baby. Want your reward?”

Peter inhaled sharply and nodded, yelping when the other man suddenly grabbed his hips and started to fuck him with a near painful pace. A loud cry tore from Peters throat and he threw his head back, thighs tensing as Wade relentlessly pounded into his prostate. It wasn’t long until he came, semen covering the floor and his abs.

“So pretty.” Wade muttered before he stood, making sure he didn’t slip out. “Well, we have a day or two before the hit. We should make the time count.”

“Oh, fuck.”

O0O

Peter frowned, kneeling and gazing at the still church across from them.

“Is it me, or am I getting a really bad feeling?” Wade muttered, standing beside the still spider. He frowned when Peter nodded, feet shifting farther apart. “Well, at least-.”

“Wait.” Peter interrupted, holding up a hand and tilting his head. His brows furrowed as he heard booming noises from under the church, his Spider senses starting to tingle. “We have a problem.” He rose up, shaking out his hands. “Something is going on underneath the building. I can hear it. It sounds big whatever it is.”

Wade nodded, withdrawing his guns without another word. “I’ll go down and get the civilians out of here.” He jumped from the roof, landing on the ground and rolling. He started to shout down the street, raising his gun and firing when people didn’t move. Immediately the swarms of people started racing away from him, just as the door to the church was blown open.

“What the fuck.” Peter breathed, staring at the being who stumbled down the steps. The man was huge, muscles bulging obscenely as he grabbed onto the metal railing to stop from falling. His veins were burning bright purple, stark against his white skin. His eyes seemed to glow in the moonlight, froth spilling from his mouth. It was as Tony had predicted, just ghastlier in real life.

Taking a deep breath, Peter snapped his wrist and swung down. He flipped in the air and landed on the top of the church, shooting out his webs to try to restrain the man. A gunshot rang through the air, Deadpool running back towards them and hitting the person in the knee.

The man went down with a blood curdling scream, head snapping over to stare at the red and black clad figure. “You!!” He shouted, rising to his feet. He grunted when Peters webs stuck to his body, shaking his arms and snapping the silk like paper.

“Oh, fuck.” Peter muttered, realizing that the serum seemed to give the man some sort of super strength. He gritted his teeth and swung around, going to land on the man’s shoulders to try to knock him out. Before he even swung full circle, he was stopped in midair when another figure streaked from outside the church and slammed into him.

“Baby boy!” Wade shouted, still running as he fired shots at the other person’s head. He cursed when he dodged them, a growing unease swelling up in his stomach. “Would you just fucking go down!?” He yelled, guns sparking.

Peter gasped, slamming into the ground with the other person rolling with him. He pushed hard and sprang away, frowning when he saw that it was a woman. She had the same sort of flaring veins as the other one, but her frame remained willowy. He figured it was for speed when she darted forwards, swinging a fist.

Peter caught it effortlessly, throwing his arm back and tossing the woman into the side of a building. He didn’t want to hurt them, but if they gave him no choice, he would put them down. After all, their bodies were already pretty much dead.

“Hey! Big guy! Eat this!” Wade shoved his guns into the holsters and yanked a hand grenade from his belt, obviously aiming to kill them. He snatched the metal pin and threw it, his aim perfect. It went off right in the mans face, causing him to stagger and shout in pain. “Hah! Take that!” Wade threw his hands up, pausing when the bigger guy suddenly streaked towards him. “Oh, shit. This is going to hurt.” He commented right before he was thrown onto the ground, his head hit the pavement with an echoing crack.

“Wade!” Peter cried out, rage filling him as he saw his lovers body go limp. He didn’t know whether he was dead or merely passed out, but the possessive beast inside had no care. His vision went white, ears ringing as his body moved on its own. Almost as if in a trance he dug his heel into the ground and sprinted towards the woman who was peeling herself off the wall, his hand reaching out.

Within seconds her neck was snapped, body crumbling to the ground. Behind him he heard the other man holler in triumphant, his cry echoing in Peters mind. He swung around, shooting off a web and tugging when he stuck to the being’s chest. He flew through the air, his feet pointed as he used his strength to pull him forward.

The man glanced down at the web, looking up just as Peter reached him. He went down with a scream, voice cutting off when the super quietly grabbed his head and turned it sharply to the side. The night went still as Peter stood, staring at the dead body before striding towards where Wade had fallen.

Without a word he bent and cradled his lover to his chest, grabbing his phone and sending a message to Tony before leaving.

O0O

Peter groaned, lifting his head and staring at the phone that was going off none stop on the nightstand. He ignored it however, knowing it was Tony. He had killed two people tonight, but he felt nothing as he stared at Wades body that was stretched across his bed. It had only been half an hour since he had died, his body slowly coming back online as the minutes passed.

Peter heard Wade inhale shakily, the man shooting up and grabbing his guns.

“Peter!” Wade called out, freezing when his sight came back and he glanced around the familiar space that was his bedroom. “Wait, where-.” He yelped when Peter tackled him onto the bed, the guns dropping onto the bed as he curled his arms around him. “Peter? What happened? Are you okay?”

The smaller man nodded, cuddling close. “You had died.”

“I know that, but what happened after? What about the two people we were fighting?”

Peter drew away slowly, eyes downcast. “I killed them.” He stated calmly, gaze flicking up to lock with Wades. “After you went down…..my body moved on its own.” Peter whispered, trailing his palms down the others chest. “I don’t even feel guilty or ashamed. They tried to take down what was mine. The least I could do was return the favor.”

Wade gaped, stunned. “You killed? For me?” He asked, mind whirling.

Peter looked up and smiled, eyes dark. “I love you, Wade. I don’t care if you can’t be killed. When you die…..it hurts. I didn’t realize until tonight how much.” He bent forward, voice raspy and filled with black possessiveness. “I can’t live without you, Wade.” Peter pressed a kiss to the man’s temple, yelping when he was suddenly thrown onto the bed.

“Finally, I got to hear it.” Wade growled, standing and starting to strip off his gear. “Those three magic words I have wanted you to say since the first day I met you.” He kicked his shoes off, suddenly naked as he reached forward and grabbed Peters ankle. “You. Killing for me? I never thought I would see the day…” Wade whispered, slowly pulling the smaller man towards him so his legs dangled off the mattress. “I should be ashamed at how hard I got when you said that, but I can’t. Not when everything in me is screaming to reclaim what is mine. Such a powerful, gorgeous man.” He growled, sounding like honey sliding down broken glass. “All mine.”

Peter shuddered, legs falling open as he began to pant. He knew that there would be hell to pay when he got back to Tony, but he didn’t care. Not with Wade alive and breathing in front of him. It was like the last hour just simply vanished, nothing mattering accept the person in front of him.

“I am going to take you apart until you’re a mess. Only then will I stop.” Wade rumbled, bending over the other man’s body and caging him in with his hands. “I want to make you cry. To make your voice break.” He purred. “And I am the only one allowed to do it. Only me. Isn’t that, right?”

Peter whimpered and nodded, allowing the other to peel his suit off. “Yes, yours.” He mewled, gasping when Wade flipped him around and pulled his hips back. Peter bent forwards and draped his upper bed against the bed, groaning when he felt the others dick press against him. They had had sex just a few hours ago so he was still loose.

“Color?” Wade asked, rubbing the tip against the smaller man’s entrance.

“Green.” Peter breathed, gasping when he was slowly filled. It was pleasurable torture, the way Wade gradually pushed inside. However, it wasn’t enough. Peter tried to push back to take the rest, but was stopped when the larger man grabbed his hair and pushed his head down into the mattress.

“Be good.” Wade snarled, pressing his teeth against the others neck. “You are only going to get what I give you.” He bit down harshly, smirking when Peter cried out. His teeth remained buried as he suddenly snapped his hips, stilling immediately. Wade ran his fingers up the man’s sides, nails leaving red scratches against pale skin.

“Yes!” Peter arched his back, groaning when the mans thick cock twitched inside him. “Please! Please, move!” He begged; mind already gone. Underneath him the covers were wet with his slick, cock rubbing against the soft fabric and sending shivers down his spine. He felt Wade wrap his hands around his upper arms and pull him up, breath already quickening in anticipation.

“Move? Have to be more specific than that.” Wade muttered, slowly redrawing before snapping his hips to hit all the way in the back. “Do you want it slow? Hard? Rough? Come on, pretty. Tell me what you want.”

“Please!” Peter squirmed, hot flashes tingling up his spine. “Anything! Anything you want!” He rasped, squeezing down on the dick that pulsed inside. His mouth fell open when he was hauled up farther, back arching obscenely.

“You asked for it. If you need to stop, safe word out.” Wade replied before he leaned slightly back and started to pound into Peters tight hole. The wet slick sounds of them fucking filled the air, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing.

Peter stiffened; breath knocked out of him by the insane fucking he was being subjected to. It was perfect, lighting up his spine and making him arch onto his toes to try to get the man deeper. He inhaled sharply through his nose when Wade curled his arm around both of his biceps to free his hand, fingers curling around Peters throat.

“Breath.” Wade muttered, waiting for the man to comply before tightening his hold. He nuzzled into the smaller man’s neck, fingers spread wide and cutting off the others air. He held on for long moments, hips snapping and making Peters ass bounce. Wade felt the man shake and he released his hold slightly, keeping a firm grip but allowing him to drag in rough gulps of air. “That’s it. Let go”

Peter whined, eyes rolling back in his head. His hole tingled, almost numb with how hard Wade was fucking into him. He felt utterly used, his mind drowning in the sensation of just right. Peters stomach clenched, feeling almost nauseas with how much pleasure was being railed into his body.

“Fuck, you are perfect.” Wade breathed, pressing his lips under the other man’s ear as he panted. “Feels so good, baby.” A groan ripped from his throat, causing a blush to spread across Peters cheeks at the lewd sound. “Can’t wait to feel you cum on my cock. You want that? To cum?”

“Yes!” Peter sobbed, gasping when Wade suddenly pushed him down onto the mattress and draped over his back. His eyes widened when the man somehow got deeper, grinding hard inside. Within the next breath he was cumming, painting the sheets under him with his release. “Wade!” His voice broke near the end, body shuddering violently. “Don’t stop! Dontstopdontstop!” Peter chanted, ass clenching tight as his orgasm broke. A hot tingle swept all over his body, limbs tensing and back stiffening. His toes curled and his head fell, body trying to curl up as Wade refused to stop fucking into him.

“That’s it.” Wade purred, wrapping a hand firmly around the others neck and reaching down to grab Peters wet cock. “Let’s see how quickly you can come again.” He muttered before he started to tug and pump the others slowly waning erection.

Peter nearly screamed, his orgasm still shuddering out of him as oversensitivity set in. He gasped wetly, tears falling as he trembled violently. “Please!” He begged, not sure if he wanted the other to stop. His body answered for him, cock hardening painfully.

“Oh? That didn’t take long.” Wade rumbled, thumbing the head of the others erection and smirking. “Come on, sweetheart. Cum again for me.” He quickened his pace, forcing Peter farther into the mattress and squeezing his fingers.

Peter stiffened, eyes rolling back. A white-hot flash of torturous pleasure whipped through him, skin feeling chilled as Wade somehow managed to wring another orgasm from him. He could feel it all the way to his hairline, the quivering sensation of a to quick climax bursting behind his eyes.

Peter felt his cock jerk and his hole tighten; mind filled with a gauzy haze. He felt more cum spread and cover his stomach, eyes slipping closed as he blacked out.

O0O

“I can’t believe you! Leaving two dead bodies behind just because Deadpool went down!” Tony threw his hands up, pacing in front of the two supers as he worked himself into a froth. “He can’t die, Spiderman! You should have just left him there and continued with the mission! Not take him back home! And to do what? Wait?”

Peter hummed, not even listening as he watched the small man pitch a fit.

“You know, it really is funny seeing you throw a tantrum.” Wade commented, sitting behind Peter. He lifted his hands and curled them around the smaller man’s hips, pulling him between his spread thighs. “If this isn’t free entertainment, then I don’t know what is.” He snorted, hooking his chin over the others shoulders.

“Shut up, Deadpool!” Tony shouted, whirling around. “At least-what are you doing?”

“Hugging my boyfriend? What else?” Wade replied calmly, arching an eyebrow under his mask. He smirked when the scientist froze, shock coloring his face. “What?”

Tony blinked before he turned, heading for the door.

“Wait! Where are you going!” Wade called out, confused.

“To see Banner! I am obviously hallucinating. Now, get out of my lab!” Tony screeched as he slammed through the double doors and disappeared.

Wade burst into laughter, nuzzling Peters neck. “Fuck, that was hilarious.” He breathed, smiling at the smaller man when Peter turned in his arms.

“I love you, Wade.” Peter whispered, pushing his mask up and smiling. He felt his heart swell in his chest, emotions hazy as he stared at the man who had captures him so easily. So much.

“I love you too, Peter.”

I know.

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